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teatroll · 4 months

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+18 NSFW content ahead; MDNI

NANAMI KENTO SPICY HEADCANONS

Includes: fem!reader; inappropriate usage of showers and inaccurate depiction of shower shreks (water ain't lube, hons); unprotected piv; praising; + a bit more add-ons (headcanons, duh)

Note: should've been less detailed but i messed up halfway and it looks like a fic if you squint (oops?). anywho, thank my bestie, she buzzed off my ears 'bout this man and made this happen. (also not betaread) @cafekitsune and @saradika - banners ♡

♡ Nanami Kento is a busy man. So his world precisely revolves around his job as a sorcerer. So does his free time. Whenever he gets home, he's too exhausted to indulge into anything but sleep.

♡ Although, he's not opposed to taking a hot steamy shower or a relaxing bath with you. It's only logical - practical AND pleasant. Two birds, one stone. Quick and easy quality time.

♡ That's what he hoped for before he found his mind wandering places when your hands started massaging shampoo into his scalp.

♡ Steam fogging up the glass shower doors; hot streams washing off soapy foam down your naked form; your glistening eyes searching for his and that tender smile that he cherishes so much...

♡ Yeah, his mind was in the gutter straight away and refused to crawl out from that pit. And he knows that's on him, because it's been way too long since the last time both of you spent some actual quality time together. Better fix this now than never, right?

♡ His touches are slow and gentle as his hands start to roam free, fingertips caressing your skin with utmost care. Nanami's heart flutters as you softly sigh close to his ear.

♡ That gives him the confidence to take it up a notch and glide his hands down to cup your rear; your sweet mewls shortly turning into whimpers as you crook your head to the side, giving him access to leave teasing nibbles on your neck.

♡ It's not long before you feel his hardened length between your thighs as he deliberately rocks his hips into yours.

♡ The sound you made afterwards made him softly hiss through gritted teeth.

♡ Normally he'd choose a different (read as more secure, because he's intolerant to bullshit) place, but with the way you cling to him now, he decides to indulge into such a messy activity as shower sex. After all, he's got places to be tomorrow, so he needs to wake up early. Two birds, one stone yet again.

(This man is practical and rational from the top of his head down to his toenails, what did you expect?)

♡ You gasp when his cock starts to slide back and forth between your thighs, teasing your clit. Your pussy clenches over nothing as you let out a needy whine into his shoulder.

♡ "Shh, baby. It's okay." His voice is a bit raspy as he coos in your ear, caressing your sides. "Let me take care of you."

♡ Another gasp escapes from you as he scoops you into his arms and lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrapping around him, so do your arms to support your weight on him.

(But, frankly, that much is not needed. Nanami can lift you up with a single hand and still be able to sip his morning coffee with a straight face.)

♡ With his tip now pushing past your entrance, he lets out a shaky breath; his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. The sight is divine, least to say; and you'd gladly enjoy it all day long but the way his cock slowly stretches your velvety walls makes your vision blurry.

♡ You squirm and pant into the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens ever so slightly while he slides all the way in.

♡ There's a pause as he lets you adjust to the feeling, whispering so sweetly in your ear it almost melts your brain into mush.

♡ That man will be giving you a praise kink of the century, there's ZERO debate here. And a simple "good girl" won't cut it either.

♡ He'll shower you in praises for how well you're taking him, for how delightful your moans are, for how cute the blush spreads across your cheeks and neck. Basically, anything his senses pick up on, he'll put on a pedestal.

♡ His thrusts are slow, deep, and so fucking sensual it almost feels like a torture. Of pleasure, obviously. Doesn't dismiss the fact you crave more and make it know as you pull him into the kiss by the back of his neck.

♡ He catches your moans with his lips, savors them like candy. It heats up every nerve in his body, makes his muscles tense as he picks up the pace.

♡ How can he not provide his sweet girl with what she truly wants? Denying you of anything feels so wrong that he can't help but indulge into it all over again.

(Is it a flock of birds, one giant rock now? Probably is.)

♡ He's definitely panting. Maybe even whimpers a bit, but the sound is muffled by your lips on his and hushed by the shower, so you can't really be sure.

♡ What you can be sure of, though, is that familiar knot forming in your core. And that feeling gradually increases with each grind of his. There's quite a bit more force to it now, so that previous tenderness is replaced by pure passion.

♡ There's no escaping a headcanon of Nanami guiding you through your orgasm. Because he definitely does so.

♡ "That's it, just a little more. You can do this, baby." AND "You're so precious. Let me hear those pretty sounds, come on."

♡ SPEAKING OF WHICH, definitely tries to maintain eye contact as you finish.

♡ He wants to feel as your walls clench around him, wants to hear you gasp a choked moan, he craves to watch you crumble on his cock.

♡ That sets him off more than anything as he follows you shortly after, spilling inside you with an ecstatic grunt.

♡ Normally, he'd pull out for sure. But since you're already in the shower, why not to indulge into yet another shower session? But this time, it's your turn to be on the receiving end.

♡ After a short cock warming session as you both try to catch your breath.

(And who knows, maybe this time he'll be able to contain himself and actually just do a simple mundane activity and not waste water for half an hour.)

(Fingers crossed, but the bill will be enormous either way.)

♡ Nanami would definitely kiss your jaw/line of pulse lazily and nibble on your neck.

♡ Praising is obviously a part of aftercare as well, how can he set that aside??

♡ Would leave a gentle peck on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"Now, now, darling. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

♡ EXTRA ♡

♡ Missionary is his "to go to", because that way he can witness every little change in your expression.

♡ He's leaning closer to vanilla tbh.

♡ BUT, if he's frustrated, there will be a quickie on his desk.

♡ Dead ass will ruin you. Your hips will be sore for a week.

(Everything will be sore since we're at it.)

♡ Not to mention there WILL be hair pulling. (I see you, horny people. I know what you want.)

♡ Aftercare now involves him doing everything in his power to soothe you.

♡ Will definitely think you're sobbing because he hurt you, when, on the contrary, that was pure bliss.

♡ Remind that man of it, he tends to forget that vanilla isn't the only thing that exists.

♡ High chance he adores watching you please yourself. Both with fingers and toys.

♡ Hey, he knows you'd rather feel full on his cock, but he's not opposed to teasing.

♡ He might be pure vanilla (hello cookie run lmao), but even so, Nanami can add some spice to your shared love life once in a while.

♡ Especially when it involves giving you the best of times. (Yes, with teasing too.)

♡ SUKUNA RYOMEN ♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO ♡

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mommypieck · 1 year

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⌗︙・jjk accidently getting you pregnant⸜⸜・

gojo

"oopsy daisy."

there are honestly two ways it could do. either gojo is gonna go out for milk or he's gonna stay. he probably starts laughing when you tell him that you are pregnant. "well guess my swimmers were fast enough." don't worry, he's gonna spoil you rotten. he's the type of guy who talks to your belly nonstop... and you have to whack him over the head everytime he says something inappropriate. he is also gonna buy you stupid family shirts.

yuuji

it takes him couple of minutes to register what you just said... and he's gonna start panicking when it finally clicks. this is the only time in his life he realizes that there's no way he's gonna be able to take care of a baby. but when you decided to keep it, he's more than excited to become a dad. i can see him telling everyone that he's a dad even tho you haven't shitted the kid out yet.

geto

even tho you didn't plan the kid, geto did. he's excited to have your kid more than anyone. you were surprised when you found out that geto already set up a nursery. because what if. he always has a hand on your belly and he spoils you rotten. im sure that he's gonna propose now that you're pregnant. also he's super excited to call you mommy (and not in sexual way).

megumi

he is freaking out but he's open to any option. for him your opinion is crucial. he's gonna ask you if you want to abort it and if you said no, he respects your opinion. although he's really scared of taking care of your kid, mainly because of how his dad treated him. he's alsoca lot more protective now and he is determined to give your children everything.

nanami

pretty similar to megumi. he gives you all the space to decide yourself but he gives you his opinion when you ask. he's open to have a kid so if you decided to keep it, it's not a problem for him. i feel like he would start searching for maternity things as soon as you announce your pregnancy. also expect a lot of expensive stuff for the nursery.

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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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you'd let it slip that one time, when he called you at the time of day he usually does to check in, you'd let it go to voicemail just to be able to save it and conjure up his voice whenever you pleased while he was away.

"i don't have any voicemails of you," nanami had said with a troubled look on his face, and you'd found it so charming that you had to lean in and kiss him.

you'd shrugged, giving him a small, grateful smile. "you always answer when i call, kento."

you know him well enough to understand his logic; he'd never miss any of your calls, even when he's working (you were the only person allowed to contact him past his phone's 'Do Not Disturb' feature) - he couldn't ever risk missing it when you needed him, and you wouldn't think to disturb him for trivial things either.

of course your answer doesn't satisfy him, and you can almost see the cogs turning in his brain. you can't help but laugh a little, kissing his frown away and changing the subject to save him from the stress.

the next day, at that time he usually calls during his break, he receives an ominous text from you.

don't call. and don't answer, i'm leaving you a present.

he worries immediately, but another text pops up once you see he's read it.

don't worry! you'll ruin the surprise! i love you ❤️

nanami tries his best, but he can't help it. instances of something going terribly wrong concerning you and him not being able to reach you in time flood his brain and nearly make him lightheaded. he does as you ask and doesn't answer when your contact pops up on the screen, his self-control waning quickly the longer he sees your photo.

he doesn't know how long he stares at the screen, even when his phone stops ringing.

and then, just a minute later, a notification for a new voicemail pops up, and the tornado of worries in his brain grinds to a halt when everything suddenly clicks, and he's reminded of the short, perplexing conversation you'd had the day prior.

and he feels a little silly.

you pick up on the first ring, as if you were expecting his call.

"my love," you greet, and even though the audio on his phone doesn't do your sweet voice justice, it soothes his heart all the same. "you're not gonna listen to it?" he can tell you're smiling, playful and lovely.

"i'll save it for my way home from work."

"hmm, how do you know it wasn't something naughty, then? what if you start blushing on the train, and everyone notices?"

"darling-" he starts, but uncharacteristically doesn't have a follow-up. he knows no one on his commute cares enough about anything else at that time other than coming home as soon as possible, much like himself, but he lets you have that, if it'll make you giggle like you are now. your laugh is deeply precious to him.

"i can just imagine it - but i wouldn't wanna ever miss seeing you blush." oh, he knows, and has suffered your inappropriate whispers in public just to get a reaction out of him nearly enough to get used to it. nearly. "are you blushing now?"

"no," nanami lies easily, heat crawling up his neck in that oddly pleasant way only you can seem to bring out of him.

you laugh just as easily, see through him just like that, as if he's right in front of you.

"i'm glad you didn't listen to me and still called," you say softly, traces of your sweet laughter still lingering in your tone. "i wanted to hear your voice, too."

nanami hums, doesn't tell you that that makes him smile way too wide for him having lunch alone. he tries to tone it down in case gojo somehow happens to stumble upon his carefully chosen, secluded spot.

"i miss you," you sigh, as if you hadn't seen him this morning and kissed him until he was almost late, like you usually do.

"i miss you, too, darling," he replies just as sincerely, as if he wasn't seeing you in just a few short hours and wasn't planning on holding you until you begged him to let you go so you could get dinner together, like he usually does.

"enjoy your break, handsome." the corner of his lip always twitches up when you call him that. "come home safe."

"of course. i love you."

"love you more!"

nanami knows that if he argues that, like he really wants to every time, you'd be too stubborn to let him win. so he just chuckles and lets you hang up.

despite what you'd teased him about, he does listen to your message on the train. and he does start smiling like a madman, his entire face glowing, lighting up with it, but he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed about it when he's hearing your voice and he's only a few short minutes away from having you in his arms again.

"hi, handsome. i had to think carefully about how to get you to not answer your phone, but it didn't end up being that creative, huh?" you breathe a soft laugh, the gentle cadence of it carrying into your sweet voice. "anyway, here's your obligatory voicemail from me. i'm just kidding - i thought about it, and you looked so sad about it that i just had to make one. you know i'd do anything to make you happy, right? it's only fair, with how happy you make me, too... i hope this will suffice, i didn't really have anything special to say except that i think about you so much it's becoming quite concerning, and i love you so much i feel like i'm going crazy, slowly but surely. look what you do to me!... um, oh- i'm gonna run out of time soon! i can't wait to leave you a million more of these, it's almost as fun as listening to yours... actually, i'll tell you a little secret: i listen to yours every day when i'm missing you most, which is usually right after you leave for work. sometimes i wish you'd come right back even though it's a little ridiculous. um, anyway, i'll think of a more creative way to trick you next time. come back safely, i miss you terribly... i love you more than you know, kento."

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bas-writes · 5 months

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Out of Words

Character: Nanami Kento Reader: afab (aka reader with a vagina; ambiguous body descriptions, neutral words used regarding genitalia with an exception for word “cunt”) CW: explicit nsfw content, PWP, one shot, established relationship, plus size reader, vaginal sex Word Count: 1k Synopsis: Just Nanami asking his plus size partner to ride him. And being in awe. Based on prompt 13 from this list. A/N: The original version got deleted because I have quite...complicated relationship with this text. But encouraged by my partner I eventually decided to put it back into the wild. So, enjoy! maybe for the second time if you already saw it aklskljjhd

"Ride me."

It slips past Nanami's lips almost unwittingly, like a voice speaking straight from the depths of his subconsciousness. The rhythm breaks: the both of you are utterly confused in the best, most excited way possible, almost frozen in place for a few, heavy seconds.

He releases your wrists, suddenly realizing he held them so hard there will be bruises shaped like his fingers, then shifts his body to the side, pulling yours with himself. You squeeze thighs around his hips for leverage and balance, and he can't help letting out a little, breathy groan of appreciation. He loves the softness, the rolls forming on them flush to his body, the yet tentative moves as you're looking for the most comfortable position for your knees. It's just the beginning and he's already entranced by the feel and views.

From comfortably nestled in pillows, your legs wide open to fit his wide body in between, you're above him now, in your wonderful glory, in power and control over him. As you ease into the new situation, your weight gradually presses close to his hips until you settle on the angle you like. Nanami clenches teeth, an inch away from successfully catching a moan; he's much deeper in your now, squeezed tight by your slick, hot walls, and sentenced to obediently awaiting your moves.

The fear of accidentally hurting you, prior stirred by your wrists, fades now. He grabs your hips with all he's got for your—not to hurry you up nor to pull you closer, but to feel you, to sink his fingers into your softness and to feed his eyes with the dip of your silhouette around them.

You shift on him for the last time, balance grabbed and checked, and lean slightly to the back, your eyes closed as you sink into the sensation. You start slowly, almost too slow for the both of you, either shy or testing the new waters. Nanami holds his breath back, irrationally worried a draft of air might interrupt you; his nails scratch deep at your skin, vertical lines right next to your stretch marks. He's going to kiss them with care later, insatiably sipping on your warmth, but now nothing can peel his attention away from desiring you. He's addicted to the sway of your hips, to the bouncing rhythm you soon pick up, to the flow of your body on top of him.

Nanami can't possibly grow tired of the sight of you in your naked glory. Since the day he's been graced with it for the first time he only grows more and more hungry. He loves every inch of it, whether you love it yourself or not, and usually doesn't shy from praising and adoring it—but now, with you bouncing on his cock, something keeps his words in check. Everything he feels like saying seems inappropriate, too simple and too vulgar. All he can do is to stare, eyes wide open in wonder, lips heavy of breath, and hands full of your curves. He lets them wander at times, to knead your ass or to support you at the waist, but every time the sensation grows too strong to handle, and he returns to your hips in hurry. It can't end like this, not now, when he's still starved, when he knows you can still show him more.

A rumble of your name follows an especially bold move of yours, and Nanami claws at your thighs with desperation. You've caught him off-guard this time, with his hands out of control when you suddenly clenched hard on him, squeezing him deep in your hot slick. He has to close eyes, to spare himself at least the delicious views, but the feeling is right there—your tight cunt, your big and soft ass, your thighs tensing under his fingertips and pressing flush to his sides.

"Fuck—" He desperately tries to keep his hips in check, fights with each desperate attempt to jerk up, fails. "Holy shit—"

He's ready to beg you to slow down and show him mercy, equally ashamed of himself and turned on by the thought alone. You coo something about him squirming and twitching but he can't quite tell words from the stream of your voice. Blindly, he reaches up, hands stopping before they can reach your middle and pawing at your soft tummy. Again, you speak to him, but he's deaf in his pleasure, maybe if he opened his eyes—

He can't open them. If he does, it's the end. If he sees you, messy, disheveled, tired and so beautiful, he won't be able to last any longer. If he takes one more peek of your body bouncing on top of him, of you using him to your pleasure—

"Kento—" You beg him first, your voice drenched with ecstasy and breaking.

Nanami can't resist such a melody. He snaps his eyes open as if under a spell.

Your name dies between slurred whimpers when his hold tightens, clawing its way into your skin, and Nanami, early, way too early, caves in to pleasure. Eyes plastered to your bouncing tum and his hands sinking in it, now determined to not miss anything if it's bound to happen anyway, he joins the stuttering rhythm of your hips, just on time to push you into orgasm. A few thrusts later, stirred by the tight spasming of your cunt, he follows suit with a loud, the loudest this night, groan.

For a moment, reality around slurs too, and when he regains control over his senses, Nanami finds you in his arms, nestled on top of him, sweaty and breathing heavy. He runs hand up and down your back, smiling at the feel of rolls and softness underneath.

Your body presses his tight—and yet again Nanami reasserts himself his life truly wouldn't be the same if cruel fate ever took this blessed feeling away from him.

"One more time?" He whispers, lips pressed to the crown of your head. "I'm not quite full of you yet, my love."

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lemonlover1110 · 7 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 6] Same Old

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Talks of Abortion, Toji being a major asshole, Talks of Cheating

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You feel awful during the week. Nothing to do with pregnancy symptoms but the fact that your husband– Rather, ex-husband is just the biggest scum that you’ve ever come across. You knew that he didn’t want kids, and you should’ve expected his response to be an abortion. You just didn’t expect him to react happily at the thought that he finally trapped you, meaning that he doesn’t care about the fact that you’re having a baby, he just wants you unable to go anywhere.

You’ve grown to resent him even more. And you’re growing to resent yourself because you can’t stop loving him. You wish you could rip your heart out and get rid of your feelings, alas, it isn’t that simple. You’ll have to learn to move on slowly, and balance the love and resentment that you hold of him… The father of your child.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should get an abortion so you’re not tied to him for the rest of your life. But you also want to be a mother, even if it means that you’re stuck with Toji one way or another.

Your personal issues leave you absentminded at work. You barely hear the phone ringing, and when you do, it’s almost too late. You luckily pick it up. That’s your only job, answering phones, it’d be a shame if you couldn’t do that correctly.

“I’m here to talk to–” You hear a very familiar voice, and you feel a sigh leave your lips as you look up at him. You finish the conversation on the phone, and when you hang up, you clear your throat to ask,

“What are you doing here, Toji?” You make it clear that you’re not exactly pleased with his presence, and he rolls his eyes at your reaction. He isn’t here for you either way. He opens his mouth to speak but you do it before him, “Will you please leave me alone? I think we need a lot of time away from each other before–”

“Toji!” You turn your head to the woman that calls out his name. A manager in your workplace. She walks over to Toji, and you watch as they share a hug, one that lasts too much for your liking. They’ve known each other for some time, that’s clear, but Toji hasn’t come around in the time that you��ve been working here. She looks at you and orders, “Tell my assistant to cancel all my meetings.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You respond, watching as she walks back to her office and he follows behind. You do as she says, dialing the extension and telling the assistant that his boss is occupied. You feel your blood boil, even though you don’t care about Toji’s romances. If he has something going on with that woman, it obviously started while you were together.

Your chest feels heavy, thinking about the one time you chased him around thinking that he was cheating, but he was just working. Maybe he didn’t have to go elsewhere because his job had all he needed. Maybe you trusted him too much. You shouldn’t care, you’re already separated anyway. But you have to know.

You obviously can’t barge into the office and demand answers, matter of fact, you still don’t really want to talk to Toji. You try to not pay any attention to him, and to do that you decide to look at baby clothes. You shouldn’t, you don’t have the money for it right now, there’s other things you should figure out. It doesn’t hurt to look though.

Someone knocks on the reception desk, making you look up and away from the computer screen that displays the cutest onesie. It’s the assistant, Nanami. You smile at him, tilting your head to the side before asking, “How may I help you?”

“Why did she cancel?” He asks, and you shrug.

“She’s with Toji. Probably fuc–” You keep the thought to yourself. You don’t want to be inappropriate at work. Nanami’s brows raise.

“You think there’s something going on there? She’s just really flirty and he returns it because he’s trying to sell something to her.” He tells you, and you sigh. You want that to be the situation because you can’t stand the thought of hating Toji but knowing that he’s been cheating might be your final straw. “That’s what some people say though. I have no idea. Others say that they’re together.”

“It’s none of our business in the end, I guess.” You say and he hums in response.

“Are you two on a first name basis or what? Never heard someone refer to him as Toji, not even my boss.” Kento says, and you’re taken back by the question. You didn’t really expect that question especially since the man in front of you isn’t all that talkative; he’s bored and has nothing to do but he still has to stick around.

“We have a long history together.” You answer, not bothering to give more details. He isn’t going to pry. He nods his head in response, and since he has nothing more to ask or say, he leaves reception and goes back to his desk.

For the rest of the work day, you find yourself looking at baby clothes, growing excited over the fact that you’re growing life inside of you. Even if it’s Toji’s child.

The biggest sigh leaves your lips when you’re finally home after a long day at work. You luckily have the night off from your second job, and now you have the time to lounge around and be lazy. You were planning on leaving your second job once you got the chance to move out but since you’re pregnant, you have to save up your money so you can take some time off when your baby comes– Additionally, all the costs that come with a baby. You’re not counting on Toji.

A groan leaves your lips as you stretch. You get up from your couch and walk to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and fill the tub with water. You need a nice long bath to unwind, and hopefully it’ll help you to get your mind off Toji and the fact that he may have been cheating on you while you were married. You want to believe Nanami, but he’s oblivious to pretty much everything that’s going on around him.

You get undressed and soak yourself in the tub when it’s full. You allow yourself to relax in the warm water, shutting your eyes, trying your best to not fall asleep in the water. You have to open your eyes when you catch yourself drifting off. You grab a bottle of your bath bubbles and pour some into the water so you can entertain yourself like that.

You begin to play with the water to make bubbles, and when your bath is filled with them, you hear a knock on the front door. It’s rather aggressive, so it’s hard not to notice. You get out of the water, irritated as you grab a towel and dry yourself off. You don’t have enough time to run to your room to change into clothes so you grab your bathrobe and wrap it around yourself.

When you approach the door, the person knocks again, even harsher than before. You open the door, and you aren’t surprised to find your ex-husband standing before you with a bag that contains what you assume is food. You cross your arms, tilting your head to the side and ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we’d have some dinner together after the awkward events from earlier.” He says, trying to disregard the fact that you’re just wearing a bathrobe with probably nothing underneath. The thought alone drives him wild.

“Why would I want to have dinner with you?” You ask him, letting it be known that you’re not exactly pleased with his presence. You don’t understand why you have to make it painfully obvious that you don’t want to be near him, he should know at this point. He’s just ignoring what you want for his own selfish reasons. You shouldn’t be surprised though, you married him knowing how selfish he is; you didn’t expect to divorce him though, and you didn’t expect his selfishness to affect you while you’re separating.

“I could tell you were upset when I left… So why not?” He responds and you don’t budge. He tries to weakly smile, and it comes off awful. “And you’re pregnant so I got you your favorite.”

“Fine.” You end up agreeing. You’re hungry and the thought of eating your favorite food brings joy to your heart– Except you’re not even sure if Toji bought the right meal, he doesn’t know you that well. You don’t think he does. But you’re hungry anyway. “You can set the table while I put on some clothes.”

“I don’t know–” He begins but you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

“You wanted to have dinner with me, you can figure it out yourself. It’s not that hard.” You give him attitude before you walk to your room, leaving him to figure it out. Going through all the drawers isn’t that hard, he’s still a bit annoyed that he has to do so. He can’t really argue with you though since the last thing you want is for him to be at your apartment. You walk back, asking, “Did you find everything?”

“Yeah.” He answers, walking over to the table to organize the plates and utensils. You take a seat while he handles that. You watch as he does a task that he never did while you were married. You never really minded though, you had an agreement: you take care of the house while he pays for every bill.

When he takes a seat, you waste no time in serving yourself food. A small smile comes to your lips when you realize that he, in fact, did get your favorite food. You wipe it off your face before he can see it. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction of seeing you smile.

You quietly begin to eat when the food is served. Toji doesn’t like the silence, even if it’s what he wanted a couple of months ago. He clears his throat before asking, “So… Why were you upset?”

“I wasn’t upset.” You answer with your mouth full of food. You don’t want him to think that you’re upset, even though you so clearly are.

“When I left, I tried to talk to you but you couldn’t even look at me.” He points out, and you continue eating in silence.

“You should leave. Megumi already spends a lot of time alone.” You try to change the topic and kick him out of the apartment but that won’t work so easily on him. He takes a deep breath, standing up from the chair and walking to your kitchen to grab himself a glass of water.

“Why were you upset?” He asks, and you decide that suppressing your feelings isn’t really going to solve much. You sigh.

“Were you cheating on me while we were married?” You finally ask the question that’s been bugging your mind all day. Toji chokes on the water that he drinks, punching his chest as he coughs it out. You wait for his response patiently, watching him as you eat the food that’s in front of you.

“Why would you even suggest that? Do you not trust me?” He sounds deeply offended by the question, making another sigh leave your lips. You should’ve known that would be his response.

“I don’t. You did it once, you might do it again.” You tell him, and his brows furrow.

“That happened months into our relationship and you decided to stick around. I never did it again, I swear to you on my life.” He argues, which doesn’t really help you. You can’t bring yourself to trust him, at least not now.

“Then why was that lady so… Touchy. A little too close.” You remind him, and a smirk comes to Toji’s lips. He tilts his head to the side before asking,

“Are you jealous?” Which makes you roll your eyes. You don’t care to answer that, of course you’re jealous but you won’t admit it to him.

“Answer.” You order, and he puts the glass down. He walks back to the table and takes a seat. It feels like forever as you wait for him to answer. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest as you wait for a response.

“Flirting comes with the job sometimes. Flatter her, secure the company’s business.” He answers, and your eyes widen.

“I–” You open and close your mouth a couple of times, trying to figure out what you say. You’re hurt by his actions, and it leads you to say, “That’s cheating, Toji.”

“No it isn’t. I never wanted anything to do with her.” He points out, which doesn’t really help you. You feel nauseous and you have to stop eating before you throw it all back up. You have to take a deep breath before speaking again,

“Imagine if I started flirting with some random guy just to secure a good tip–” You begin but he cuts you off.

“If it’s your job, I wouldn’t care. You’re making more money for us.” He says, making you take another deep breath. You can’t believe this is the conversation you’re having with him.

“Right… You wouldn’t care. You wouldn’t even care if I was flirting just for attention.” You respond, and he crosses his arms. He clicks his tongue.

“What are you trying to say?” He asks, which makes a sigh escape your lips. You have to look away from him because you feel the tears well up in your eyes.

“That you’ve never really cared about me like that Toji. You wanted someone to fill the role of your wife, and that’s what I did essentially. You never cared for me as your lover though, you couldn’t care less about what I did as long as I continued to play wife.” You tell him, and he rolls his eyes. He’s tired of listening to this.

“That’s not true.” He responds. Of course. He’s not going to admit his faults, he never will.

“And if I told you I slept with someone once while we were together… Would you feel jealous? What if I told you I was seeing someone else now?” You bring up, and his brows raise. He finds himself speechless, completely unsure of how to respond to that. He ends up chuckling before saying,

“I wouldn’t feel jealous because I know neither of those things are true.” He knows you better than you think. But that’s not the reaction you want to see. “Let’s drop this. I was never cheating on you, now that that’s settled–”

“Maybe it isn’t cheating but it certainly hurts my feelings.” You respond, not wanting to drop the subject yet. “You couldn’t even bother giving me that type of attention, but you could do it to other women.”

“Why are you so overdramatic?” He scoffs.

“You’re right, Toji. I’m overdramatic. Yet you’re the one here that refuses to leave because for some stupid reason you think we can get back together.” You slightly raise your voice at him, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Why do I have to constantly show you that I love you? Do you not believe me?” He proceeds to ask which nearly makes your eye twitch. You can’t believe how long you stuck with this man.

“No! I made it clear that I don’t trust you.” You waste no time in answering. “Plus I’ve never been sure of your love in the first place.”

“I do love you.” He responds. You’re tired of hearing the same lie over and over again. You don’t see the point, he can just find another woman to play as his wife.

“This feels like the same conversation. We have this conversation every single time we talk.” You say, focusing back on eating. “Let’s not. Let’s change the topic or finish eating in silence.”

“Right.” Toji ends up sighing. “I’m covering half of your rent and your bills. I want you to leave your second job.”

“Huh?” You’re not sure if your ears are deceiving you. But he repeats it and you’re right. “What about your gambling addiction? Can you handle that?”

“Don’t bring that up. I don’t have an addiction either way.” Toji responds. But you’re not leaving your second job. He isn’t reliable. Even if you want to leave your second job to have nights off and be able to relax. “I guess… It’d be ideal if you moved back in but you’re not doing that.”

“Why are you doing this? Do you suddenly care about the pregnancy?” You ask. You don’t want him to be doing this simply because he wants to win you back, but knowing him he might be doing this just for that.

“I guess I have no other option. It’s my baby too.” He ends up saying, and you have no idea if you’re supposed to feel good about it. You have mixed emotions over it. “I can’t be a shitty father.”

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muffinrecord · 6 months

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design wise, who are some of your favorite and least favorite characters?

there’s some characters I like design wise but don’t really like as characters, and some characters who I like as a character but I don’t like their design at all (specifically Jun, I LOVE her as a character but I hate her design, it really doesn’t fit her at all. It needs more of a candy theme to it)

There are a bunch of obvious answers I think for the least favorite design so I'm gonna go for less obvious ones that aren't just "seems inappropriate for a kid" or "rabi i don't think that's your culture".

Least Favorite for me is probably Ao Kasane.

The only thing I really like about it would be her weird-hood-pigtail things. It kind of looks like a cobra's hood, which fits her theme, but the rest of her design is sort of eh? It doesn't seem very magical girl or even fantasy to me and besides other complaints one could make, it just comes across as boring. I remember some folks saying that the ruffles on her design are supposed to be like snake skin, which I can kinda see...? But I would have liked to see her design pushed a little further.

It's possible maybe that they didn't want her to be too obviously a snake, since she was working against both sides in the shadows, and you'd want a character like that to keep their nature hidden. But I think there are more creative ways of doing that.

Side note, I also don't want to say that boring designs are always bad either. Like, San has a kind of boring design, but I think it still has enough interesting elements that make it work. The wheels in her hair and the obvious gun are all interesting of course, but even the barrettes in her straight side-part bangs kind of give the image of ammunition. It fits her theme but also make her seem kind of no-nonsense. It's kind of silly but still works. I think you can look at her and her design and you can tell what kinda person she is easily.

But for Ao... I dunno. It doesn't really do anything. It doesn't even feel very creative.

Most favorite... oh man there are a bunch of contenders for that. My aesthetic preferences demand me to answer with Hotaru Yura, Yachiyo Nanami, Tanabata Yachiyo, or Historia Yachiyo buuuut I'm gonna go with one that might be controversial and say...

Rui Mizuki!

this design is a fucking mess but it's a mess in a way that TOTALLY suits her and it makes me remember my times of being a lil edgelord shit in middleschool/highschool. If I could be a magical girl back then, I would have wanted to look like this. Every single design element is fucking perfect. The random assortment of belts? Spot on. The mismatched sized leggings? Stupendous. The fucking meaninglessly chains? Excellent. The edgy black/orange color scheme? Beautiful. The nonsensical skirt portion? It's my favorite thing. You look at this and think "how the fuck do you walk in this". It's great. It's peak edgy teenager oc and I love every bit of it and it TOTALLY fits her character.

Look at those sort-of fingerless gloves. Amazing. You look at this girl and you instantly know what kind of vibe she wants to give off. It's all mismatched and uneven and gods I love it.

Hell, it even does the midriff thing that this game is obsessed with but I think it fits perfectly. Yeah, an edgy teenager who wants to look cool WOULD have her belly button showing. How else will we see her cat soul gem shape that isn't attached to anything? Is it a piercing somehow? Is it magic? WHO KNOWS! It's fuckin' mc'cool and that's all that matters.

I think it's even better that Rui is in reality a shy person who wants to seem cool, cause fuck yeah she would try to look like this as a meguca in that case. idc. favorite design.

#Ask Muffin #Ao Kasane #Rui Mizuki

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c0rrupted-mov · 9 months

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CHIAKI KOMAEDA . and maybe chihiros if u feel inclined :3

I answered Chiaki's in the previous ask sooo it's Komaeda and Chihiro time!

KOMAEDA

favorite thing about them

Everything. love him a lot. Has been obsessed with him since my first watch of the playthrough almost four years ago. There's nothing you can do about liking him you just have to accept it. But I think I can say that I especially like the way he's written

least favorite thing about them

the way fandom treats him. It's super rare to see someone interpret him normally, without falling into either "uwu soft baby who did nothing wrong" or "insane freak without a sense of morality who loves to commit arson for the fun of it". I think his behavior in the prologue of sdr2 is the most accurate version of him

favorite line

His "huh?" in the 4th trial... I just find it pretty funny. The "Am I allowed to speak now?" also deserves mentioning. All his other memorable lines are SO memed in the fandom that I kinda even find them annoying lol xD

brOTP

I can't decide T^T I love the Soda, Fuyhiko and Nagito friendship but also recently I've been thinking of Sonia, Gundham and Nagito... I just think they have a lot in common,,, Or just Sonia. Also with Ibuki, he deserves some optimism and silliness in his life. I just want him to have friends man T^T

OTP

KOMANAMI but def not in cishet way. There's no way either of them is straight. Ngl, I first started liking them in a little seff shipping way because I relate to Nanami a lot xD I grew to love them outside of that pretty soon tho I just think they have a nice cute dynamic and will be very healthy and helpful to each other :)

nOTP

I'm not sure I have one?.. I used to hate komahina before because of the fandom but now I kinda like them. Maybe I could say komamiki but not in the "I hate it so much don't you dare talk to me about it". I used to ship it but then grew to like their dynamic as haters/very bitter friends at first who might become closer and kinder to each other later

random headcanon

Autistic! Like that makes so much sense for him (komanami autistic4autistic swag). Also he/they pronouns

unpopular opinion

sexuality discourse sucks and also often uses biphobic and/or stupid rhetoric. The fact that he didn't react inappropriately when he fell between Mikan's legs doesn't mean that headcanoning him as mspec isn't allowed! That's just a normal human behavior and you're weird!

song i associate with them

This is super predictable and basic but,,, hope by Jack Stauber. Ik the song is about addiction but it also fits Komaeda's relationship with hope. I mean, it is the thing that "keeps him going everyday" right? Also maaaaybe "pretty cvnt" (hate the name) but only because I feel like the lyrics could kinda be similar to Komaeda's self hatred lol. I would love to say more but I very rarely associate songs with fictional characters,,, maybe with my OCs at best but yeah sorry :(

favorite picture of them

THERE'RE SO MANY IT'S SO DIFFICULT but maybe this I KNOW THAT THIS ARTIST IS FAMOUS FOR SUPER BAD STUFF OKAY but he looks like a smiling samoyed here T^T

CHIHIRO! This one is going to be a bit difficult because honestly, I never really thought much about her T^T I'm sorry I'm that person in the fandom that knows everything about two characters and almost nothing about the rest fglhk

favorite thing about them

I think her talent! I just find it very interesting and it makes me wonder how it would work with other characters and in different fields

least favorite thing about them

Once again, the way fandom treats her. The way how people can't see that the fact that dr is a very problematic franchise that has transphobic writing doesn't mean that it's okay and fine to take all of this at face value and accept it without processing

favorite line

I don't remember any lines from thh lol xD

brOTP

Chiaki and/or Naegi! I like to see Chihiro and Chiaki as siblings but either way they would get a long. I also feel like Naegi would be a good friend to her too

OTP

I don't really ship her with anyone I think? Tho I've seen some cute celeshiro art recently ( tho sadly the artist sees her as cis lol). I feel like they both can relate to the feelings of pretending to be someone you're not, esp if you hc Celestia as trans

nOTP

Don't think I have one?..

random headcanon

Loves hairclips. Has a big collection of very different ones for every occasion

unpopular opinion

Does trans Chihiro count as unpopular? Idk

song i associate with them

Sorry, I don't have one :(

favorite picture of them

I just find it funny xD

#thank you for the ask!#love them all very much tho #hope my thoughts are fine ^^"#ask game #sorren #hii sorren!! Hi! Smiles #Love seeing you in my askbox

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0tivez · 2 years

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spicy jjk headcanons

note: okay i have a full on smut in my drafts but i want to heat the waters first but also i hate that fic rn but anyways here is my first #spicy tag with a bit of crack. if this blows up, might do a part 2 cause i have so many of these that i cannot put them all in here lol

warnings: nsfw, minors dni pretty fucking please

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji

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gojo

⁜ big dick energy big big dick

⁜ i have a feeling that he wouldn't really care about the opposite side's pleasure as much if it's a one night stand or just sex on first date kinda stuff

⁜ he will take his time to make it enjoyable for the both of you in a relationship tho

⁜ irregular sex aka 6/7 days a week at weird hours

⁜ head pusher sorry i don't make the rules

⁜ okay one night stand satoru and boyfriend satoru are two completely different people

⁜ one night stand satoru is rough as fuck while boyfriend satoru is gentle and loving

⁜ is he kinky? yes, but in the most vanilla way possible

⁜ up to try anything tho

⁜ picks up calls mid sex, doesn't even halter or slow down. no problems with the slapping noises cause there never is one, his dick is that big. the only problem would be your moans, which is easily muffled by satoru's bigass palms

⁜ soft dom except for when he's not, will want you to dominate him at times tho

⁜ this man is only a dom cause he wouldn't last a minute as a sub

⁜ bbbbbbrat tamer

⁜ brat himself

⁜ rope bunny too

⁜ morning quickies before work

⁜ shower sex too lkmdawlkm he's just horny all the time

⁜ has this habit of taking a picture of your face as you reach your climax, sometimes afterwards. he looks at them and cherishes how good he makes you feel, gives him a lil ego boost. this means that there is a camera on his nightstand that only he can open. he keeps these pictures like they are a hidden treasure

⁜ against condoms cause it makes it harder for him to cum. this man already lasts for hours

⁜ brings up sex at very inappropriate moments with no shame

⁜ i cannot believe this man doesn't have any kids yet

geto

⁜ kinky

⁜ the kinkiest of them

⁜ not against anything unless it involves him bottoming

⁜ hard dom

⁜ won't even let you ride him tbh

⁜ respectful of boundaries

⁜ i don't really see him as a one night stand guy, or even a sex at first date kinda guy

⁜ i feel like he would want to make sure the person would full on agree with his fetishes/ways first

⁜ uhmmmm self insert but maybe a bit bloodplay would make him turnt on

⁜ high stamina, will last the longest out of the four

⁜ BIG on eating out

⁜ he could eat you for hours. he will make you cum at least 3 times JUST by eating you

⁜ let's take a second to appreciate this imagery. suguru between your thighs, eating you out like he was starving for weeks while his eyes are glued onto you, watching you squirm with every lap of his tongue, slowing his pace once you get closer to your climax just to tease you and make you beg him for more, pulling his loose hair tighter and tighter

⁜ this mf would honestly enjoy eating you out more than you would, which says a lot, and he would show this by moaning right into you pussy

⁜ "you taste so fucking good"

⁜ degradation with praises here and there

⁜ not a brat tamer cause you won't even have time to be a brat to him

⁜ fucks you so dumb you won't be able to hold a proper conversation after hours

⁜ will play ambient songs to set the mood

⁜ big on foreplay and aftercare

⁜ honestly, relationship suguru and sex suguru are two different people

⁜ he is a super respectful boyfriend, no need to even write it, but he is the most disgusting person during sex

⁜ unless you don't want him to, he might hit you here and there. not hard, but not too lightly either

⁜ won't kiss you during it. if you try to kiss him too much, he will make you earn it first

⁜ makes all the absent kisses afterwards, will make out with you for hours if needed

⁜ prettiest moaner ever

⁜ moans AND growls

⁜ i just need one night with him

nanami

⁜ vanilla? oh honey, no

⁜ he puts all his emotions to sex

⁜ considering he is an unsatisfied salaryman, you can assume he isn't always having happy sex

⁜ lkmdsaalkemwf his respect for you sometimes leaves his mind and he gets rough, then he remembers his morals and checks up on you

⁜ very interactive

⁜ talks a lot cause he can just list groceries and i would just come to that jfc

⁜ sorry went off topic AHEM

⁜ talks a lot, praises you a lot but also asks if you're okay if things get rough

⁜ hand over your head in case you hit your head on the headboard

⁜ one hand is always pushing you down to the bed. by your hip, chest, wrists over your head, neck

⁜ the og brat tamer

⁜ other than talking, he's pretty quiet, not much of a moaner. would probably rather hiss

⁜ face is always either stoic or angry

⁜ lkwamdklasmw literally just pounding into you, thinking about everyone that annoyed him that day

⁜ will feel sad for going rough on you after the deed is done so he will try to pay you back with kisses and cuddles

⁜ he refused to degrade you for the longest time. never had done it before. until he couldn't stand you begging him to do so. it awakened something in him

⁜ spanking

⁜ if you moan fuck or shit, he will sternly say "language"

⁜ the ONLY time he will come close to moaning is when you scratch his back, dragging your sharp nails all across his broad shoulders to his back (sadistic tendencies, would make a good sub if he ever was one)

toji

⁜ hard dom (are we even surprised)

⁜ probably never had meaningful, loving sex before

⁜ nevertheless, cares about both parties' pleasure

⁜ group sex is a no no, doesn't matter if it's a one time thing or not

⁜ sex is his way of communication, basically

⁜ angry? rough, punishing sex. happy? he will treat you right. stressed? he will take it out on you

⁜ small aftercare. he will toss a wet wipe your way

⁜ once you begged for him to stay after sex. he huffed and puffed but fell asleep with you on his chest the moment he held you

⁜ very touch starved. enjoys it when you wrap your hands around his neck and bury your head

⁜ sloppy kisses. the only time he will let your mouth go is to breathe, to eat you out, for you to eat him. otherwise, he will kiss you even if you're on all fours

⁜ favorite position is probably doggy. it's easier for him to hold you (your tits, mostly) and makes it hard for you to get a hold of yourself (aka corruption kink)

⁜ looks so sexy with sweat all around his body. his hair somehow stays perfect all throughout with just a couple strands matted to his forehead

⁜ degrading

⁜ will treat you like you're filth and like you disgust him when in real life he just adores everything about you

⁜ if you ever were to ask him to go easy on you for once, he will make fun of you and decline. he will go easy on you

⁜ no edging, honestly. he lasts long enough to have you all weak and overstimulated anyways

⁜ unpopular opinion but he actually cares a lot about safe sex. he goes around with lots of women, i don't think leaving them pregnant would be his only concern

⁜ he will make you buy the condoms tho

⁜ if he's feeling like it, he might cum on your back or your chest but he mostly prefers to cum inside, or your mouth

⁜ can do it anywhere. literally. not in terms of preference, he is just physically capable to. he can fuck you in zero gravity if he wants to

⁜ always makes sexual jokes in your daily life. mans is the embodiment of 'that's what she said' and 'title of your sex tape' jokes lmaoo

⁜ if you act bratty, he will stop everything he does and sits back. if you want to cum, make yourself cum

⁜ always asks for nudes

⁜ "good morning toji"

⁜ "morning. send nudes"

⁜ his gallery only consists of you, and mostly your nudes

⁜ will take pictures of you after sex

⁜ sensitive tip, you can steal a moan from him if you suck on it

⁜ into slight gore. he loves in when he makes your lips bleed after kissing

⁜ not against hitting you, won't question it. won't do it before you ask him tho

⁜ honestly? consent king. won't do anything unless you want him to

⁜ also fat cock so he will wait for you to adjust to him anytime you need to

⁜ his sex is just... how to say this... modifiable. it's like he has a default mode, which is fucking amazing, but he will arrange his usual routine as your pleasure

⁜ masturbating is impossible for you because you can never make yourself feel as good as he makes you feel

⁜ enjoys a cigarette after sex. will also like to have drink with you, cuddled up under the blankets and chit chatting

⁜ enjoys dumbifying you. fucks you so dumb that you can barely call his name out

⁜ will probably accidentally say i love you during it. won't think much of it until afterwards

⁜ after that, yeah still degrading but will also say stuf like "you make me feel so good", "fuck i love you so much" and "all mine"

thank you guys for 400 followers! slurpy mouth kisses to all of you (❁´◡`❁)

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silversatoru · 3 years

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step-dad nanami + brat taming 😼?

dark content event!!!

yes yes yes yes yes yes yesyyesysyesy mmm so good mm very tasty idea ily and i got very carried away

nanami + brat taming

tw: nsfw 18+, f!reader, psuedocest (nanami is your step-dad), brat-taming, noncon/dubcon, impact play, power imbalance, mild size kink?, manhandling, fingering, nanami said fuck jujutsu and is a very rich business man au

wc: 1.7k

you knew your mother’s new fiancé was a moderately successful business man, but you certainly weren’t expecting to pull up to a security gate on the day that you moved in with him. a large house constructed with dark-colored bricks loomed over your mom’s dented toyota prius, and you wondered what the hell one lonely man needed all this space for.

the white-haired butler that opened the front door and offered to carry some of your bags seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but scoff at the entire situation. walking onto the pristine and shiny floors in your scuffed up sneakers made you wonder just how your mom had managed to gold-dig her way into this one. either she was terribly convincing, or this guy was horribly desperate — either way you weren’t opposed to reaping the benefits. a butler, a giant in-ground pool, a bedroom that was three times the size of your old one?

yeah, you’d settle in real quick.

and you did just that, taking whatever you wanted and not feeling a shred of guilt for it. this guy, nanami kento, had more than enough money to go around, so why shouldn’t you indulge yourself? why shouldn’t you throw unsolicited pool parties while they’re at work? invite boys over to spend time in your king sized bed? your mom forced you out of your hometown to move in with this rich asshole, might as well make the most of it.

and things were going pretty fucking smoothly if you do say so yourself, or at least they were until nanami caught you sneaking a boy through your window one night.

you thought your were so smart, so slick with the way that you used his house as your personal playground behind his back. but why would he own such an esteemed property and not have security cameras? you weren’t smart at all, in fact you were incredibly, incredibly stupid.

and you’ve been getting on nanami’s nerves for a while, sashaying around the house in tiny outfits surrounded by a horde of immature boys. he’d watch you through the security footage while he worked — blood boiling at the way you flaunted his home as if it were your own.

those boys were never going to be enough for you; you’d walk all over them with your inflated ego and terrible attitude. you needed a man, someone grown, who could put your back in your place — you needed nanami — and fuck, he’d wanted you since the day you walked through his front door. he’d been patient, very patient, but this was enough to snap the thin wire that was holding him back.

he didn’t hesitate to kick the boy right back out the window he climbed through, threatening to call the cops if he didn’t leave his fucking property right now. and then a firm hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you up the stairs and into his bedroom.

he gave your arm a harsh tug, tossing your body towards his large neatly made bed. the edge of the raised mattress whacked you in the gut, your face falling forward and mashing into the silky comforter.

“what the fu-,” you snapped your head back to look at him, but were immediately met with a rolled up black sock being shoved into the back of your mouth.

you coughed and whined through the fabric as he grasped both your wrists in his one large hand, his other weaving the leather belt that was previously looped through his trousers around your wrists. he had zero patience for you right now, and he was making that evidently clear.

“i’ve tried to stay patient with you, but you’ve forced my hand this time,” he looked at you with dark eyes, one of his hands undoing the zipper at the back of your skirt.

you tried to kick with your legs, tried to cuss him out through the sock, but it was entirely ineffective, his strong hands holding you down and the cotton preventing a single coherent word from leaving your lips. your skirt was gliding to your feet now, your bare ass exposed and looking nanami right in the eyes.

“sneaking in another boy? how many times should i spank you for that? five? ten? i think ten would be suitable in this situation,” he used one hand to keep you pinned to the mattress, and the other to caress the smooth skin of your upper thigh, “what do you think?”

obviously you tried to reason with him, tell him that you didn’t deserve any spanks, that you weren’t a child, that this whole thing was fucking weird — but none of that made it out of your mouth, not through the soggy sock that was still in your way.

“i’m glad you agree, ten it is,” he gave you a thoughtful look, raising up his hand in preparation to strike you for the first time.

“one”.

his hand swung down with incredible force, a piercing smacking sound echoing through the room as you squealed and kicked under his touch. it felt like a thousand pins piercing through your skin, a blazing fire that burned through his fingers and straight through to your brain.

“two”.

the second smack was brought down with even more strength, your whole body lurching in response to the impact. you still kicked, still fought, still screamed through gag for him to fuck off, but a small part of you was already anticipating number three.

“three”.

the third strike to your backside flipped a switch in your brain, your legs falling limp and your screams replaced with pitiful whimpers and whines. his hand on your skin was starting to hurt so good, bits of the sock becoming trapped in your clenched teeth.

four, five, and six came quickly after, only a few seconds of rest between each of them — and nanami knew that he’d won when your feet began to push up onto your tip-toes, your ass wiggling closer to him as you waited for more.

“you count the next ones,” he reached forward and plucked the disgusting sock out of your mouth, tossing it to the floor and caressing your cheek.

seven came down hard, goosebumps lining your arms as you yelped; your tied up hands grasping at air. a shameful “seven”, rolled from your tongue a few moments later, your shaky voice flooding nanami’s ears.

“good girl,” he cooed, “three more”.

the next three stung the worst, nanami hissing at how badly it hurt his own hand �� but your were a lightheaded, dizzy mess; practically drooling on his sheets by the time he was done. you’d done exactly what he asked, taken all ten and even counted out the last four — you were so good for him, and it was so easy.

he helped you roll over onto your back and then slipped his hand under the waistband of your panties, pulling and letting them fall down to your ankles. you’d taken the punishment pretty well, so it was only fair that you were rewarded now.

he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, one of his hands pressing down onto your puffy clit. you knew how inappropriate this was all becoming, but your head was much too hazy to care.

he dipped two of his fingers low, slipping them into your slimy cunt and gently pushing them up inside you. his fingers were long, a sharp whimper flying through your teeth as he curled his fingers against your walls.

what the hell would happen if your mom got home right now? if she saw her soon-to-be husband fist-deep in her daughter?

those were the things you should have been thinking, but they didn’t cross your mind once. how could you care about the what if’s when nanami was stuffing you full with his thick fingers on one hand, and expertly massaging your clit with the other.

no one your age had this experience, and none of the boys you’d messed with had ever made you feel this good with such little effort. nanami was opening your eyes to his expert hands, and you began to wonder how many sorry brats had ended up in this exact spot before. maybe this is what he did for fun — romancing middle-aged women just to prey on their college-aged daughters until they inevitably get caught one day — and then the cycle continues.

but right now, on the edge of losing yourself around his fingers, you didn’t care if you were the hundredth step-daughter he’d done this to — it was worth it.

your walls clamped around his fingers as he thrusted them deeper, his other thumb rubbing hard and consistent circles over your sensitive nub. it was impossible to hold out any longer, the ball in your stomach flying undone as you rolled your hips into his hand and creamed all over his fingers. the room was filled with the prettiest mewls and whines, your body shaking and lurching as he kept feeling you even after your orgasm was fading.

only once you accidentally kicked him from the intensity of the overstimulation did he unsheath his fingers from your cunt, his skin glistening with your fluids. he shoved them into your mouth, your eyes widening as he offered a simple: “suck”.

but you did what you were told, you’d quickly learned that disobeying him would only lead to something worse. he smirked for the first time after he plucked them from your mouth, your lips making a satisfying popping sound.

“never gonna invite those boys over again, right?” he taunted you, an obvious bulge sitting in his dress pants.

you quickly shook your head no.

but if breaking the rules meant this would happen again?

you’d be breaking them every goddamn day.

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nostaren · 3 years

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Mr. Lonely

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER

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Spending time with your underclassmen had proved to be really refreshing, as hesitant to the idea as you had been at first. The time was as such that you ideally should’ve been asleep by now, especially considering you had places to be tomorrow, but you didn’t feel tired in the slightest.

At exactly 3 am, you, Yuuji and Nobara were venturing the school premises, walking animatedly and acting very much like drunken fools without actually having had anything to drink. It was odd how much energy the three of you had, what with having not slept since the previous night.

“I’m telling you, he must be putting wax in his hair to have it stand up like that.”

“I don’t know, Itadori… Fushiguro doesn’t seem like the person to do anything with his hair other than brush it.”

You thought about it, Megumi standing in front of a mirror and maneuvering his hands to style each strand. You snorted at the mental image. “Definitely not.”

Itadori’s hands moved to run through his pink locks. “And I do?”

“Yes,” both you and Nobara said in unison.

His response was gleeful. “So out of the two of us, I actually take care of myself!”

You and Nobara shared a glance, immediately breaking into a fit of giggles. While not particularly regimen-conscious, Megumi definitely took better care of his hygiene, the lack of smelling of sweat nearly as frequently as Yuuji being evidence to that.

“Why are you laughing? Oh! By the way, Kugisaki, we needed to read some pages in some book until tomorrow—no, later today? I just… don’t remember which book… or which pages.”

“What!? Why the hell are you telling me now?”

“You were away with Fushiguro and Panda all day! Oh no, I forgot to tell him too—ow! Stop hitting me!”

You zoned out the rest of the conversation, not really a part of it, instead becoming lost in your thoughts while trudging along to their pace.

The original plan had been to bring Megumi with you, too, but when Yuuji had incessantly knocked on his door, his response after a few minutes was to open it, call you lot morons for waking him up over something so ridiculous, then promptly sliding it shut. Hence Megumi being the subject of discussion for a good bit of your walk when the male wasn’t there to hear any of it. Nothing too horrible was brought up, just stuff that would surely make him sneeze a couple of times.

Before Yuuji had joined in, it was Nobara that dragged you out of bed, angrily going out about how men weren’t shit and how you shouldn’t spend even one second of your precious time mulling over him. Hearing her exclaim all of that without even knowing the full story pulled at your heartstrings. Nobara proved time after time how much of an unconditional friend she was, having your back even when you didn’t ask for it.

You hadn’t really been left to sort your thoughts the whole day, having been accompanied by at least one person at all times if you didn’t count the small window between when Gojo had escorted you to your room to when Nobara had come to get you. And while it would have been comforting to spill everything to Nobara—heck, even Gojo—you held back because you couldn’t help but feel it was an irrational sadness.

Because yes, you did feel a little sad.

The feeling creeped up on you as a few minutes passed of blankly watching shadows shifting across trees and listening to the bickering of your friends, sometimes adding to it, but otherwise just tagging along.

It was from being attentive of your surroundings that allowed you to notice a fourth person. A lone figure leaned on the railing of the approaching bridge, slightly hunched over and lazily typing away at his phone.

It was by no means odd to see a person out at this hour, but within these particular school grounds? That was odd. You were outside despite it being past curfew, and you couldn’t recognize the silhouette in the distance to be one of the students. There weren't even as many students as there were fingers on your two hands, so you'd recognize any of them.

Hopefully he wasn't a teacher that you just didn't recognize, like Nanami.

Or, if he was a teacher, you hoped he was one that was as lenient about rules as Gojo.

Either way, you'd likely just pass him by and throw a casual ‘hello’ at him. No need to work yourself up over it.

But in the day's second douse of horrendous luck, your eyes, even in the dark, happened to catch sight of the particular way black strands of hair fell over his face. Your lips puckered as you took in his quite tall frame and the outline of his legs. After a moment of contemplation, you, brows furrowing, craned your neck to get a better look at him.

Was that—?

No. Fucking. Way.

“Guys let’s go that way,” you attempted to whisper over their exhilarated yelling from a heated argument, heart hammering loudly in your ears and adding to the stress of a situation you did not want to be in. When that didn’t work, you pulled at the back of Nobara’s shirt.

“Hey, that’s going to wrinkle!”

Her exclamation fell short when seeing your form shrunken on itself in an attempt at hiding.

“…you okay?”

“It’s—“ you threw a pointed glance towards the figure up front. “It’s him.”

She turned to look.

“Not so obvious,” you hissed, inwardly groaning at how there was no way a certain someone wouldn’t realize you were now talking about him if he so much as glanced up.

Yuuji meanwhile observed your exchange, oblivious to what exactly was happening but still managing to draw some (very faulty) conclusions of his own.

“Eh? Do you know him?” Yuuji squinted his eyes as if that would make him see better in the dark. To your horror, his arm moved up in a wave. “HEEEEEY!! OVER HE—mmph!”

You tackled him to the ground with a hand pressed to his mouth, tumbling into a nearby brush just as the figure ahead looked up from his phone. That left Nobara standing there awkwardly, staring at Fushiguro looking at her as if she’d grown two heads.

Your hands moved to loosely enclose around Yuuji’s throat in a mock-choking manner, whispering, “You’re a moron, you know that?”

“I know,” he whispered back. “But what did I do wrong this time?”

Your mouth opened to take your words back because now you felt a little bad, but Nobara’s “psst” interrupted you.

You looked up from Yuuji. “What do I do!?” Nobara hissed through gritted teeth.

A few seconds of deafening silence passed whereas you tried to think of something, but you apparently thought for too long because she finally decided on very obviously ducking into the bush with the rest of the crew.

Great. Real inconspicuous, Nobara. No way he could’ve seen that.

The three of you sat looking at each other with wide eyes, not knowing what to do next.

“What’s he even doing here?” you broke the silence, being mindful of keeping your voice low.

“He can’t enter without permission, so he must be here for Gojo-sensei or principal Yaga… Right?” came Nobara’s answer.

She was right. He couldn’t have gone through the barriers put up by Tengen if not invited. So had Gojo somehow found out that it was Fushiguro that was involved? Or…

You couldn’t feel even a slither of cursed energy reeking from his person, no matter how hard you concentrated, meaning he must be a civilian. Gojo had a knack for doing things inappropriately, but to invite a civilian into Jujutsu High? Surely, he didn’t…

But then again, you knew nothing of their relationship.

Either way, you just wished to remain hidden until he was done with whatever business he had here so you could make your way to the dorms and sleep the accumulated stress away.

Some shuffling from the left broke your thoughts. Yuuji was crouching down, peering through the leaves. “He’s gone.”

A collective sigh of relief was heard.

It didn’t last long.

“This peeping tom a friend of yours?”

“Uwaah!”

The three of you scrambled away from the source of the sudden voice.

While the question undoubtedly was directed at you, Fushiguro didn’t seem to know who you were.

The three of you shared a knowing glace, each expression some form of shock, feeling a little disturbed over how he had managed to sneak behind all of you, civilian or not.

His eyes skimmed over your forms, back and forth and then further to the sides as if looking for someone else. Not finding it, his eyes zoned in on you and Nobara. “So, which one of you is it?”

Nobara, immediately realizing what he meant, angrily exclaimed, “Do I look that old to you!?” and pointed an accusatory finger at you, as if you were the one to cause her offense. You wanted to tell her that three years wasn’t much, and that it wasn’t really enough to tell that much of a difference, but your mouth remained clamped shut.

Green eyes met yours. “Leave us.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Yuuji moving to stand. “You expect us to just leave Y/n-senpai alone with you!?”

Sweet, sweet Yuuji.

Nobara moved to stand as well, grabbing Yuuji by the arm. “We’ll be on our way now. You two take your time.”

Horrible, horrible Nobara.

You thought she’d want you to—had even told you to—move past him, not to figure things out. Admittedly, you’d rather do the former than the latter because at least then you wouldn’t need to talk about feelings yuck and you hadn’t had any time to really think whether or not to forgive him, should he apologize.

Yuuji sputtered in disagreement and you could do nothing but break eye-contact with the looming man above you to watch as Nobara dragged a flailing Yuuji behind her, wishing it was you in his stead.

“You have alllll night,” she winked.

And then you were alone with Fushiguro.

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narumi-gens · 3 years

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Top five JJK characters you’d share a dance with?

Top 5 jjk characters I would dance with:

1. Nanami - Imagine slow dancing with Nanami at a fancy event or at a wedding or something that you both have to attend. He’s reluctant because he doesn’t dance, but you’ve been wanting to dance all night and have only been getting offers from creeps. Feeling bad and seeing how dejected you are, Nanami finally asks you to dance with him and your eyes light up. But just as you get on the dance floor, the band starts a new song — some slow, classic, jazzy song about being happy in your lover’s embrace. It’s too late for either of you to back out and so Nanami takes one of your hands in his and places his other hand on the small of your back before slowly pulling you close. This is the closest that you’ve ever been to him. He’s so warm against you and you can smell his cologne. Your heart is pounding in your ears the entire time. When the song finally ends, you’re too embarrassed to look at him and so you clear your throat, think him for the dance, hope he doesn’t see your red face, and then run off, leaving him standing there alone and trying to figure out what just happened.

2. Geto - Geto seems like the kind of guy that you end up making out with on the dance floor because you’re just so into each other that it doesn’t even matter that it’s at a fancy event and completely inappropriate. You only break apart when someone finally tells you to knock it off and you’re quick to grab his hand and pull him off the dance floor in search of a bathroom or a storage closet or any other room that might have a door that locks, Geto laughing behind you the entire way.

3. Itadori - Dancing with this little cutie would just be so fun and wholesome. He’d be cracking jokes in your ear the whole time and making you giggle. He’d lead you around the dance floor and purposely bump into all the people you dislike, giving each of them a good-natured apology before moving onto the next victim. He’d even dip you at the very end of your dance to surprise you. When your dance is over, he then gives you a dramatic bow as he thanks you for the dance, peeking up at you to give you a cheeky wink as he does so. A Good Boy™️ and a perfect dance partner.

4. Toji - Toji’s the guy who shamelessly gropes your ass and pulls you flush against him so that you can feel how hard he is as he whispers into your ear all the filthy things he wants to do to you the second you leave.

5. Yuuta - Yuuta would be watching his feet the whole time as counting the steps underneath his breath, scared to make a mistake and look like an idiot in front of you. The entire display would be so endearing that you decide not to stop him. At the end of your dance, when you tell him how much you enjoyed it, his face turns bright red and a wide smile appears on his face and it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

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costellos · 3 years

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ahh ignore this if the ask game is closed but "basorexia" with nanami? i am too deeply in love with that man

❥ ┋ ❝ nanami & how he kisses you in different places!

a/n: you n me both, nonnie. you n me both. that said, I hope you enjoy these kisses with ya local, exhausted salaryman!

tw: none.

ask game: one-word ideas for when you’re feeling stuck (closed!)

disclaimer: I’m anime-only, so apologies if my character interpretations aren’t accurate.

basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss.

Nanami is good at hiding his thoughts. not many people can tell what's actually on his mind. and he’d prefer it that way — it helps minimize baseless assumptions and uncomfortable conversations. his unchanging expression is the root of it all; the goggles just help it go that extra mile.

nobody knows when he’s happy. nobody knows when he’s sad. nobody knows how often he looks at you.

contrary to what most would think, Nanami loves being close to you. it’s why he looks at you so frequently. there are so many places he could pull you, to push you away from the public’s eye so he can have you to himself. there are a million thoughts running through his head. most concern how he can steal a kiss without embarrassing himself. hence, there are a lot of different ways he kisses you depending on where he is.

kisses at Tokyo Tech are nonexistent. Nanami often swings by campus either to reconvene with Gojo on Itadori’s progress or pick you up from work. for the latter, he makes himself comfortable in your office while you clean up for the night. and while he refuses to kiss you on campus (and while it looks like he’s skimming through emails on his phone), he’s actually thinking of all the ways he could kiss you. his goggles hide his lingering gaze as he watches you pack your paperwork. how you bite your lip, just as he wishes he could do for you. how you ruffle through your hair, just as he wishes you’d do for him. he’d never risk embarrassing you or himself in a place you both frequent, yet. ugh. you always take too long to clean up that the idea is tempting.

like kisses at the school, kisses on missions are inappropriate. he acknowledges that work and romance don’t mesh well. despite that, he can’t keep his eyes off you. you attack with such force, showing little mercy for the cursed spirits you fight against. you do it so efficiently, too. you clear whatever threat remains with such precise movements that it’s rare either of you need to stay after six. there’s something deep in him that ignites every time he sees you fight. he can’t explain it. but something about it makes him pull you to him once you’re both off the clock.

kisses on dates are brief yet still infrequent. Nanami allows himself to be a little more affectionate since no one he knows is there to see him. he won’t let himself go too far (after all, he still risks embarrassing himself), but everything about the way he touches you shows how much he adores you. like when you stop at a crosswalk because the light’s red. cars whizz by and pedestrians mingle, but for a brief moment, it feels like it’s just you and Nanami. and in that moment, he likes placing a small kiss on your head. you can’t read his face when you look up at him, but his hand squeezing yours says enough. then there’s when you’re eating out. he likes to take your hand to plant a kiss on your knuckles. those are also brief yet just as sweet. his favorite, however, are when you’re walking together in the quieter parts of Tokyo. no one is around and the air is silent. he’ll take that as his cue to stop and lift your face toward him. although those kisses only last for a few seconds, he always pulls away with what looks like a grin. it’s hard to tell, though. he doesn’t show much of himself in public.

he does at home, however. he kisses you the most behind those closed doors. he kisses you while you’re making dinner, between episodes of whatever documentary you’re watching, as you climb into bed with him. he always holds your face as he bends down to press his lips against yours. and this time, this time, you can definitely see him smiling. his kisses last so much longer at home. he has to make up for all that lost time with you. there’s always a soft hum in his throat as he does it, the pad of his thumb rubbing your cheekbone as he pulls you closer to him. his smile widens when he feels you wrap your arms around his back. normally he doesn’t like when people can tell what he’s thinking. “are you happy?” you ask. it comes out as a whisper under his jaw. “always,” he replies, and his lips are on yours again. for you, though, he’ll let it slide.

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i-am-distressed · 3 years

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RIDE ALONG: Part 1

Prologue-Part 2

Warnings: none

You thanked the officer that held the door open for you, nodding to one you recognized as ‘Nanami’ as you made your way to your destination, Captain Yaga’s office. When you committed the misdemeanor, you were 3 days away from starting your first day as a rookie for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. When you punched your ex, a few of the higher ups deemed your actions as ‘inappropriate’ and ‘out of line’, and they put your admission into the unit on ‘pause’ while they figured out what to do with you, but they weren’t the ones who decided what would happen to you.

It was the man who would hopefully be your new boss, Masamichi Yaga. The Chief, who apparently trained Yaga first hand, decided whatever he decides will be best, so this is your one shot to get this right. The other new recruits were starting today, so they put you on a ‘3 day probation to think about what you did’. You walked up the flight of stairs, letting your eyes wander as you did. The station was in nice condition. It had been remodeled a few years ago, so it was really sleek and new looking. It had an open concept layout, and most every room had plenty of windows in it, keeping the station open and light. It was much different from the 30+ year old academy you had spent that past 5 months training in, where every time you stepped into daylight your eyes spent a good 5 minutes adjusting to seeing an adequate amount of light. Already, this was a promising change, you just needed to not screw this up any worse than you already did.

You got to the top of the stairs and proceeded down the hallway the dispatcher you ran into had directed you to, Miwa? She was nice, much better than the other 2 girls who were sitting at their desks throwing balled up pieces of paper into a far off trash can. Walking down the hallway you found the second floor was much more closed off and professional than the first. It had more closed doors and private offices, not surprising since you saw a few doors with ‘Sergeant’ and ‘Lieutenant’ on them. You got to the end and stopped when you found the door that had ‘Captain Masamichi Yaga’.

You stopped taking a deep breath before you squared your shoulders and knocked. Just before you did, you heard the captain talking to someone, you didn’t recognize the voice, but it was clear it belonged to a man. “Come in.” You turned the knob before stepping in the door. “Go ahead and close the door, please have a seat.” Yaga motioned over to the second chair he had sitting in front of his desk, diagonal to the chair the unknown man was sitting in. You nodded as you closed the door, making your way to sit in the chair, keeping a professional posture and a steadfast expression.

“I don’t believe either of you have met before, no?” You looked over at the man. He had pinkish hair with a dark undercut, his eyes were dark red and sharp, even with how lazy his gaze seemed, it was intense. You could feel his eyes wandering you, not in a creepy perverted way, but in a scrutinizing judging way. And to be honest, you couldn’t tell which one would tick you off more. Beyond having hair that was definitely too long to be within regulation, he was also covered in tattoos. Maybe he was a C.I? “Never seen her in my life, can I go?”

Your eyebrow raised as you turned back to look at the captain, who had an almost visible tick mark appearing on his forehead. “No.” Sighing the man leaned back in the chair, crossing his notably muscular arms over his chest. You couldn’t tell since he was sitting down, but you guessed he was in the 6’0 range, probably taller. He was very fit, that much was for sure. And he definitely was no professional, that much was also for sure. Whereas you came in wearing a very nicely fitting pair of slacks and a silk button up, he came in wearing a tight white t-shirt and dark wash jeans, he was wearing what looked like a black flannel over his shirt, it being left open and the sleeves rolled up. It definitely didn’t meet the uniform standards, but it didn’t exactly look bad either.

Yaga cleared his throat and you directed your attention back to him. “I’m sure you’re aware of the possible consequences of your actions, yes? Your record shows good grades, good conduct, and overall a spotless record. Nevertheless, what you did could get you in serious trouble a few years down the line, you’re lucky he didn’t decide to press any charges. I should tell you to go find another career, since it’s clear you don’t process emotions well.” You looked down at that, your arms had crossed over your chest and you held your tongue, he had a point.

“But, My wife happened to be there, and when I confided in her on what to do about the situation, she told me if I treasure my marriage I should show you some mercy. Our daughter was cheated on, so I can’t say I hate what you did. In light of that, a punishment is still in order,” He paused to lean on his elbows, gaze serious, and honestly intimidating as he stayed quiet for a moment.

"For the next 3 months, You, Y/n L/n will be doing a sort of probationary trial with this man sitting in front of me." The man's head shot up, his crimson eyes wide open as his face contorted into a scowl. "Yeah, no, she won't be. I don't take passengers." Yaga sat up, his glasses casting a menacing gleam, "If you'd like to keep your job, Corporal, you will be." The ‘corporal’ in question ‘tsk’d’ before sinking back into the leather chair, leg crossing lazily over the other as his hand gripped his bicep. He was muscular alright…

”Ms. L/n, this is Corporal Ryomen Sukuna, he’s just recently been taken off of suspension and is in a probationary period of his own. If at the end of these 3 months the two of you are deemed fit for duty, you will proceed on with your careers with no problem.” You looked over at the man, his red eyes finding your e/c ones as he raised an eyebrow, your own narrowing slightly at him before you smartly returned your gaze towards Yaga. “Do I make myself clear?” You both responded with ‘yes sir’ and he dismissed you.

You both stood from the chairs, him grabbing the badge that was slid over the desk while you made your way to the door. “Your first day is tomorrow, don’t be late,” Yaga turned to Sukuna, “I hope you understand, it doesn’t matter how good of a cop you are, this is your last chance, mess this up and you're done. Please cooperate.” Your eyebrows raised at that before you felt yourself cringe, great, the ‘probation officer’ they assigned you was some kind of delinquent? You opened the door and stepped out, Sukuna passing by you without a word, going his own way as you sighed, shutting the door and making your way back out of the station.

On your way to the front desk to sign out, you heard your name being called. “HEY! Y/N!” You stopped and turned, finding two of the new recruits who had graduated with you, Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro. They were nice, and good at what they did, so you were happy when you heard they’d be going to the same unit as you. You watched as Fushiguro smacked Itadori upside the head, “We’re inside, idiot.”

Your lip tugged up at that, watching as Itadori rubbed his head with a pout before turning to you, giving you one of his smiles. “Anyway, what did the Captain say? Are you gonna be able to continue with us?” You nodded as a small smile made its way to your face, “With conditions, yes.” Fushiguro nodded as Itadori gave you a thumbs up and ‘nice!’, “You’re lucky you didn’t get cut, the higher ups can be really cut throat when they want to be, i’d watch my back.” You nodded at Fushiguro, remembering the stories your dad had told you about people being let go for trivial things, although back then it was mostly family politics.

Fushiguro was from the Zen’in family, who was known for being exemplary cops, and had a strong presence in the station. From what you knew, there were at least 5 of them in this unit alone. “I will, they’re letting me join, but for 3 months i’ll be doing a probationary trial with one of the corporals.” Fushiguro nodded at that, Itadori’s eyes lighting up, “Which one did you get? We get assigned our T.O’s (training officers) tomorrow.” You felt your eye twitch as you thought back to the disrespectful and presumably problematic individual you had just met.

“Ryomen Sukuna. From what I know he just got back from suspension, so this is a punishment for him too.” Your eyes narrowed in confusion when Itadori’s widened in shock, “wAIT!? Does he have hair like mine?” You nodded, “Tattoos??” You nodded again, “Really bad attitude and terrible social skills-” “I think she gets it, what’s your point Itadori?” You almost laughed at how tired Fushiguro looked, despite being friends all throughout high school, and going to the academy together.

“Dude...her probation officer is my cousin Ryomen.” You watched as Fushiguro’s eyes now widened, his lips fighting a smile as he turned around, grabbing the collar of Itadori’s uniform as he dragged him off with a wave, “Good luck then, you’re gonna need it!” Your mouth opened to reply before you decided against it, just shaking your head and finally making your way to the front desk. ‘Ryomen Sukuna...I’ll ask dad about him later, I swear i’ve heard it before..’

**20 minutes ago in Yaga’s office before you arrived**

“Corporal, please have a seat.” Sukuna walked in, sitting down on the chair and bringing his elbows up on the arm rests, hands clasping together in front of his mouth. Sukuna had been on a 2 month suspension after yet another misdemeanor. The only reason he hasn’t been fired is because he’s truly good at what he does, and the department really doesn’t want to let him go but…”You’re aware of how we handle discipline in this department. So tell me how it is you’ve been dealt 7 out of the 8 disciplinary actions and you still have yet to change?”

The department had a sort of system for disciplining it’s cops. 1. A verbal warning (which Sukuna had ignored), 2. A written warning (Sukuna had thrown away), 3. Performance Improvement Plan (He had on multiple occasions ditched his supervising adviser), 4. Temporary Pay cut (He practically lived at the station, it didn’t phase him much), 5. Loss of privileges (see #4), 6. Suspension (recently completed), 7. Demotion (...up until 2 months ago it was Sergeant Ryomen Sukuna…) and 8. Termination. He could handle everything else but...termination meant he was done, and he was anything but.

“I told you captain, it’s not me who needs to change, the departments way too stuck up.” Yaga took a breath before he sighed, leaning back in his swivel chair, “I know the higher ups don’t always act accordingly, but they’re still your higher ups, and I can only defend your job beyond so many offenses.” Sukuna glared at the ground as his arms crossed against his broad chest. *Knock knock* “Come in”

TAGLIST: @alohablue 💙

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shsl-fluff · 4 years

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Would you be willing to write some hc's for chihiro, chiaki, mikan, miu, kaito, angie, rantaro, and tsumugi with a chubby male s/o? (Sorry if this is a bit much btw)

Angie Younaga

She thinks you're absolutely amazing

You're a present from Atua!

She's enamoured with you and everything you do

You're her muse, after all.

She has drawn you so many times that she can draw a detailed image of you simply by memory.

If you're ever anxious about your body, she'll encourage you

"But (S/O), you were made by Atua! And Atua made you perfectly the way you are, to be my muse. You wouldn't want to upset Atua, would you?"

Chiaki Nanami

She doesn't really care about looks in a relationship.

She just thinks you're really kind and funny and a great guy to be around.

You're her best friend and lover.

She takes you to all the best cyber-cafes in the area

If you're uncomfortable about your body, she'll try to help you feel better!

If you just want to be happy with the body you already have, she'll absolutely shower you with compliments.

She's very good at helping people stay positive, after all

If you want to change your body to feel happier with yourself, she'll also help!

She has tons of exercise games you can play, and she'll play them too, so you guys can work together!

It's a bit of a struggle for her because she's always so exhausted, but she wants to help you and have fun doing it!

Never pushes you past your limit, of course

Just wants whatever makes you happy.

Chihiro Fujisaki

Chihiro never really cared for outward appearances when it came to his type

He understood what it was like to be judged for how he looked.

This man loves cuddles

He's been touch starved his entire life so it's just very nice to have someone to hold him or be held by him.

He spends a lot of his time programming and loses track of time often, so you're often the one who has to remind him to take a break.

He's not used to someone taking care of him even though they aren't obligated too (like his father)

He's a super nervous kisser but loves kisses

Play. With. His. Hair.

If you're insecure with your body and want to change it, he'll gladly help

He's working out to feel more comfortable as well, after all

You two become work out buddies

If you're insecure about your body but just want to grow more confident with how you look currently, he'll also help!

He helps you find clothes that fit you well and look nice on you

Compliments you all the time

Encourages you all the time

He wants you to become more confident, so you don't feel upset about yourself like he did for most of his life.

He so soft

10/10 great boyfriend

Kaito Momota

Kaito actually prefers chubbier guys when it comes to men

It wouldn't really change much

He's still a dork who loves working out

If you don't really like exercise, it's all good! He'll either work on lower intensity stuff with you if you want to join in, or he'll gladly take more breaks to spend time with you.

He is very willing to change up his schedule to spend more time with you doing the things you both like.

When you go on dates, he takes you to a big mix of places.

Anything from pride parades (if you're comfortable going out to a pride parade), national parks, cafes, museums, etc etc

His big favorite is going to a museum a few hours away

It has a giant observatory on the top floor

He spends hours naming every single constellation you could see.

One night at the observatory, you both noticed something.

"Did you see that, a shooting star!"

You did see it

"Did you make a wish, (S/O)?"

You told him yours and asked him what his was

"Me?" He went a little red. "I wished we could stay together forever, (S/O). You're the best boyfriend, after all…"

Mikan Tsumiki

The cuddles

She cuddles you so much oh my gosh

You're just very soft and comforting to be around.

If you're ever afraid of your weight causing health issues down the road, she'll gladly make sure you're healthy.

She's a very dependant person, so most of her free time is spent with you.

You two have binged ghibli movies together

(I don't know why I just know you have)

Due to her working a lot, she is often stuck inside for hours on end

So park dates? Park dates.

Maybe a just walk, maybe a picnic.

It's quaint and oftentimes the parks don't have too many other people, so it doesn't overwhelm her.

She loves praising you.

"Y-You're so nice to me, (S-S/O)... You're the best boyfriend"

Miu Iruma (TW: slight nsfw mentions and vulgar language)

Hope you aren't flustered easily

She makes a lot of inappropriate comments about your body

"Have I told you that you have a hot fucking dad bod?"

"If we weren't in public right now I'd be making out with you…actually, why wait?"

She thinks you are the nicest, hottest guy out there.

Honestly? She may be very scattered and eccentric but things can be surprisingly normal domestically

There's always her flirting, trying to make you as embarrassed as possible, but she also just likes being around you.

You two watch sci-fi movies together and that is final

Even if you think you don't like sci-fi, she will find a movie you'll like.

If you're self conscious about your body, then she definitely will make her flirtatious compliments more around your body, to show you just how hot she knows you are.

Rantaro Amami

Cute coffee dates? Absolutely.

This man adores you.

He normally brings you with him on his adventures

He is glued to your side whenever you're out together

He never really saw anything different about you being on the larger side.

One of his sister's had a lot of confidence issues so he knows how to comfort you if you ever feel insecure about your body

Tsumugi Shirogane

She adores you

Cosplays with you

If you're anxious about buying cosplays because you're afraid they won't fit, she will absolutely make you cosplays.

Couple cosplays

So many couple cosplays

She invites you to tons of her photo shoots

You've seen a few hate comments about your body whenever she posts images of you two, but they're outweighed by the support for both of you

You might even start your own account for the cosplay photos Tsumugi takes of just you.

If you're insecure about your body, it definitely raises your confidence a bit.

#sorry some are short!#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa goodbye despair #male reader #angie yonaga #chiaki namani #chihiro fujisaki #kaito momota #mikan tsumiki #miu iruma #rantaro amami #tsumugi shirogane

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igirisuhito · 4 years

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Title: Afflicted Relationship(s): Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito Rating: Mature Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / ? Chapter Summary: Komaeda visits Hinata, tensions rise Trigger Warnings: Personality issues, forced kissing, IV stuff

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Ding dong, bing bong

The monitor rang with a familiar sound, the one that brought me from my sleep every morning since arriving on the island. I didn't bother to pay any attention to Monokuma's message, it was the same as it was everyday, pre-recorded drivel.

I rolled over, letting out a loud sigh before sitting up. My sleep was fine, but I couldn't help but feel a little worried about the direction this incident was taking. It was so immature of the Ultimates to panic over a measly illness and try to quarantine everyone! Souda and Kuzuryuu's hope had shined through miraculously, Souda putting together an effective way to communicate with such scarce resources whilst Kuzuryuu continued to sacrifice himself for the sake of others!

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I rose to my feet and stretched my arms over my head. Despite everybody's efforts, I still had to return to the hospital to assist Tsumiki. It was unlikely that she had rested either, especially considering Hinata's unusual behaviour. I wonder if she finally convinced him to accept treatment?

I wandered into the bathroom and picked up my toothbrush, wetting the brush then squeezing some toothpaste on. As I brushed my teeth, I found myself once again pondering the significance of the despair disease.

In the beginning, I realised that the disease represented the opposite of both Mioda and Owari's personalities. Mioda is usually a free spirit who refuses to take orders from anyone and Owari is a strong lady who isn't afraid of anything. I wasn't so sure about Hinata, however. If the opposite of apathy is enthusiasm, well that certainly wasn't a word I would use to describe him.

Hinata was, if anything, incredibly unenthusiastic.

After pausing the motions for a moment and biting down on the brush, I brought my hand to my chin in contemplation.

But if we think of the opposite of apathy being passion or concern, that would be much more accurate. Hinata could always be seen stressing out over something . He tried so very hard to hide it, but the way he pressed his hand to his lips whenever deep in thought truly gave it away. Not to mention the fact his confident façade usually came crashing down during a rebuttal, revealing an incredibly nervous personality beneath.

Ah, I really do think about Hinata-kun too much, huh? I must be forgetting my place. Especially after I so shamelessly spied on him changing through the crack in the door yesterday after bringing him his gown. How indecent, this little fascination of mine seems to be developing into a bit more than just 'thoughts'.

I rinsed my mouth with water and left the bathroom, ignoring the stupid burning in my face.

I picked up the jeans I had left neatly folded on the end of my bed, holding them by the waist and allowing the fabric to unfold itself. I then stepped one leg at a time into them before pulling them up to my waist and doing up my belt.

Sitting myself down on the edge of the bed, I pulled my shoes out from underneath and slipped my feet into them. I did up the zips and then made my way back into the bathroom.

As I leaned my hands onto the sink, I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were tired, dull, empty. The skin was much too pale, a disgusting shade of pasty white. My hair was thin and wispy, too delicate to bother brushing. Not to mention I was pathetically skinny, as if a too-strong gust of wind would knock me right off my feet.

Disgusting.

I forced myself to give the mirror a big smile and left the cottage, grabbing my jacket on the way out.

As I slung the jacket over my shoulders, I stepped out onto the boardwalk. Water swished beneath the planks, creating an oddly foreign sensation as if I was floating. I began walking, leaving the hotel area before making my way over the bridge to Jabberwock park, then across the bridge to the third island.

There was a cool breeze coming off the water that left a salty taste on my lips. The sun was hot, but never to an intolerable level. I don't think I ever felt too hot whilst I was here, which was somewhat peculiar. I'd always been rather sensitive to heat, had things changed during the years I had forgotten?

Suppressing the thought, I pushed open the door to the hospital, drawing the attention of the people awaiting inside. Tsumiki and Kuzuryuu were standing in the reception, presumably they had been talking.

"Komaeda, you're late. I seriously didn't think you were gonna fuckin' show up today." The gangster hissed.

"I'm so very sorry, I never intended to waste your precious time waiting for my worthless self." I smiled, waving casually.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No! Not at all! It wasn't my intention to sound like a liar!"

Kuzuryuu clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Whatever. Souda should be calling us soon to give us an update."

I nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Tsumiki, who was standing to the side with her teeth worrying her bottom lip and her hands clasped together tightly. "Good morning Tsumiki-san."

She jumped slightly and looked up at me. "Ah! G-good morning K-Komaeda-san!"

"How is everybody doing?"

"N-not great…e-everybody is in a s-stable condition…but Mioda and Hinata-san have been a little…d-difficult."

"How so, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Mioda-san has a t-tendency to get up and walk around, I guess. H-Hinata-san has just been…stubborn."

I laughed softly. "Mioda-san has always been like that though, she's difficult to keep in one place! Truly such a lively spirit."

Tsumiki-san nodded in agreeance. "Well…if you would like to see any of them, I think everybody's awake."

"I may check in with Hinata-kun after we receive word from Souda. He was quite ill yesterday so I think it would be good to see how he's doing." At that moment, the light on the monitor began to flash blue, signally somebody on the other end attempting to make contact. "Ah, what perfect timing."

Kuzuryuu answered the call as Tsumiki bowed and returned to the hospital's ward. The screen lit up with an image of Souda at the music venue. It seemed some of the others were there as well, standing further away from the camera.

"Hellooooo!? How is it? Can you see my handsome face?" His joyful voice screeched from the speakers.

"Yeah. We can see your ugly mug." Kuzuryuu grumbled in response, likely in retaliation towards the mechanic's flippant attitude.

"Hmph! Well, we're all good on our end too, can see your sad ass faces bright and clear."

I squinted, peering closely at the people displayed on the monitor. "Is Saionji-san not with you?"

Tanaka chuckled, crossing his arms across his chest with a knowing smile. "It seems you've noticed our missing party member. Alas, her cowardice knows no bounds, and she has declared us to be her adversaries!"

Sonia cleared her throat, signalling that she was willing to elaborate on Tanaka's rambling. "She has locked herself in her room. She declared that she wouldn't be coming out until the despair disease had been cured…"

How unfortunate, no Ultimate should be willing to give up hope so easily!

"Saionji-san aside, what about you? How are you guys doing?" Nanami piped up suddenly.

"Shit. How else would we be doing?" Kuzuryuu hissed.

"Yeah yeah." Souda sighed, scratching his cheek. "Well none of you guys are sick yet, right?"

"I doubt the disease would have such a short incubation period. We're all still in good health! Although…" I trailed off a little, looking towards the ground as I thought.

"Although?"

"We'd be much better off with more hands on deck! Surely you agree, Souda-kun?"

"Hell no! Ugh it's like you want us all to get sick!" Souda groaned, pointing an accusatory finger towards the camera.

I waved, dismissing his accusation. "Of course not! There's no point in everyone catching despair disease."

"Guys!! Please stop fighting!" Monomi's shrill voice suddenly cut through the air. I'm pretty sure a few groans of displeasure came from the other side of the screen.

"Huh? Are you seriously over there, Monomi?" I blinked a few times, disbelieving in what I was seeing.

"Y-yes! It's too dangerous for me to get close to the hospital when I don't even know what's going on there…" She grabbed hold of her ears with her tiny stuffed paws as she spoke, seemingly nervous.

Kuzuryuu's face pinched into a snarl. "You're fucking kidding me…why would a goddamn stuffed animal need to worry about catching a disease?!"

"Uwaaah! Please don't discriminate! The d-despair disease is horrible and dangerous, it can even destroy this whole island! I know it seems inappropriate, especially since I'm your teacher, but until we can figure out how to deal with it…I'm gonna be on this side…"

Kuzuryuu lunged forward, the scowl still twisting his expression as he hit the button on the monitor. The screen flicked off, leaving only our reflections staring back at us.

"That shitty stuffed animal, she's seriously fuckin' useless! God I'm pissed off!" Kuzuryuu spat, absolutely seething as his small frame shook with rage. I opened my mouth to say something, but recalling how Hinata had reacted to my words about Pekoyama's sacrifice just the other day, I decided against it and shut up.

Kuzuryuu seemed to pull himself back together without my help. "Argh, dammit. It's not worth it…I'm gonna go get some fresh air."

And so he left, leaving me all alone in the hospital lobby.

Alone, in the hospital…

I shivered and wrapped my arms tightly around myself. There was nothing we could do right now but wait, wait and hope things get better. But…it probably wouldn't hurt to go check up on Tsumiki, or Hinata, or anyone for that matter.

As long as I'm not alone here.

Shaking off the thought, I pushed open the door to the hospital ward.

It was surprisingly quiet, empty. All the patients were in their rooms, Tsumiki was standing in the hallway, wringing her hands nervously as she glanced between the ward's entrance and the stairs. She seemed to perk up as soon as I entered her line of sight. "Oh, Komaeda-san! H-how are the o-others?"

I smiled as I approached slowly, lowering my voice a little to match the volume of hers. "I think they're doing okay. Saionji's apparently holed up in her room though, she's scared of catching the disease."

"Oh! Th-that's good to hear! I-I mean! I-I-It's really unfortunate!" Tsumiki stammered out, waving her hands.

"Hey, it's okay, I know what you're trying to say. It's wonderful that everyone's doing okay, but sad that Saionji's seemingly given up hope, right?"

Tsumiki stopped her arm waving and now stared with a rather flustered expression. "Y-yes…something like that…"

"Anyway, is Hinata-kun awake? I'd like to see how he's doing." I questioned, glancing towards the door of the second room.

"O-oh! Of c-course, he's been up for a l-little while, you're f-free to see him…" Tsumiki smiled a little, but spoke again before I went to thank her. "I should m-mention before you go in…H-Hinata-san's a little…mentally unwell."

I blinked a few times, a little perplexed. "Huh? I might be stepping out of my place in asking this, but isn't everyone? I don't think Owari-san's stopped crying since she got here."

"Y-yes th-that's true! I-it's just…Hinata's been a little…delusional. I-I'm a bit worried he m-might try to hurt you…"

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, tempting me to laugh at the thought. Hinata could barely stand yesterday, it would be most surprising if he was able to kill me in such a state. But if it's Tsumiki who's concerned it's likely warranted. "Please don't worry, I can fight off Hinata-kun if need be. I know I may look disgustingly scrawny but I'm stronger than I seem!"

Tsumiki gave me a concerned glance, but left with a soft "O-okay then." Now that I had her approval, I made my way up to the door and rapped my knuckles lightly against the timber.

"Komaeda." A rather monotone sounding voice spoke from the other side. I assumed it was permission to enter and turned the doorknob, slowly pushing open the door.

Hinata was out of his bed, situated near a white cabinet. In his hand he held a flower, one he must have plucked from the potted plant in front of him. He didn't turn around upon hearing me enter the room, choosing to instead keep his eyes fixated on the flora before him.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, the second the door clicked shut Hinata spoke. "Do you know about the significance of the red spider lily, Komaeda?"

"Ah, I don't actually. I'm not well versed in flower meanings." I gave him a soft smile, rather interested in his strange choice of conversation.

"Legend has it that they grow in hell and guide the dead to their next reincarnation. I wonder if that's why it was planted in this room."

"Are you implying this place is hell?" I questioned.

Hinata glanced back at me, a judgemental gaze. It was almost as if he saw straight through me, picking me apart piece by piece like a raven devouring roadkill. A shiver went down my spine as he spoke again. "Do you honestly believe otherwise?"

"A-A hospital room is a place teeming with despair. But that's what makes it a perfect birthplace for a stronger hope!" With a wide grin on my face, I spread my arms excitedly. Hinata simply stared back with an unamused looking expression.

He was silent for a moment before averting his eyes from me and back to the flower. "I believe this was placed here on purpose as a means of reminding me of what I'm here for. I'm merely being guided towards my reincarnation as Hinata Hajime."

"I…don't quite understand what you mean."

"That's to be expected."

I sighed, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket. Hinata-kun was so incredibly puzzling, I couldn't help but resent the way this disease was making him act, as if he knew something, everything that we didn't yet would never tell if you asked. It felt as if I was talking to a completely different person, Hinata was an empty emotionless shell that not even despair inhabited.

But for some reason, he wasn't pushing me away like he usually did. Whether it was from simply being too exhausted from the disease, or perhaps he had changed his outlook, either way it was more than I deserved. Scum like myself didn't deserve to get close to somebody as radiant as Hinata-kun.

Hinata finally diverted his attention from the plant and turned to me. "So, the others are staying in the Hotel to avoid contagion, correct?"

"Huh? Yes that's right." I affirmed. "But on that note, how did you even know it's contagious? You had already fainted by the time Monokuma disclosed that information to us."

Hinata pursed his lips together before taking a small breath. "The fact that Souda didn't want to escort me to the hospital told me all I needed to know, it's unusual for him to refuse help to an acquaintance out of sheer laziness. The proof that Monokuma had informed the class was in your enthusiasm to assist."

I blinked a few times. Hinata was good at putting the pieces together slowly, but I don't recall him ever being this quick witted…

Wait. "What do you mean 'my enthusiasm to assist'?"

Hinata's eyes narrowed, similar to the way he'd focus when accusing somebody in the courtroom. "There's only been a single occasion where you have stepped up like this, rather than allowing others to do so, and that occasion was when you were planning a murder."

My body seized up. It felt as if time began to slow down and I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest. Hinata was suddenly no longer by the cabinet, but now standing eye to eye with me. His nose was bare millimetres away from my own with his breath hot on my face.

Why is my heart racing? What is this sensation?

Attraction?

Fear?

With Hinata so close, I found myself taking in every sight and sensation. The teen's lightly tanned skin, his cheeks flushed with fever. His chapped lips, irritated and a rosy red colour. The murky swirls deep within hazel eyes, glassy and sunken with fatigue. Even if he wasn't showing it, he was undoubtedly ill.

Hinata's lips parted, dry skin slowly sticking apart from one another. "Your intentions lie in dangerous places. You either are planning take advantage of our diseased states and murder Mioda, Owari, or myself…"

He paused, brushing his thumb against my chin before taking hold in a light grip.

"Or, the more likely scenario, you want to spread the despair disease, indirectly causing a murder."

This is too much. I must be going insane.

This isn't the Hinata Hajime I know.

I let out a raspy little chuckle and grinned at the other boy, feeling a strange emotion bubbling up in my chest. It was so incredibly disappointing that he had caught on to my plans, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by his newfound insight.

"I was right on, wasn't I? How exactly do you intend to pull something like this off?" Hinata spoke, his voice almost a whisper.

"I had a few different ideas. The one currently playing out involves Souda-san. You see, if luck is in my favour, he has already picked up the despair disease from merely touching your arms, the symptoms have yet to manifest. He's the diseased hiding among the healthy, rendering the quarantine completely pointless." I took in a shaky breath as a smile grew on my lips.

"The hope born from every single Ultimate falling into despair will be magnificent! Even now you're all fighting so hard against it! I can't even imagine what it will be like to watch you all piece yourselves back together, trying to understand what the despair disease truly meant whilst figuring out the motive for the murder. I can hardly wait!" I wrapped my arms around my waist, holding myself together as if I was going to burst from this uncontained excitement.

Hinata was silent for a few moments, before sighing and letting go of my face. "How boring…" He muttered.

"Ah, I-I'm sorry to have been such a dis-"

"I was right not to have expected anything better from you." His voice was rough, forcing every single muscle in my body to tense up out of primal fear. I felt like a deer in the headlights, a rabbit stood before a starving wolf.

"You're so predictable, Komaeda Nagito. Utilising a talent as boring as luck to bring about despair?"

I opened my mouth to apologise for my shortcomings, only to have fingers grab at my jaw and dig into my cheeks in a way that prevented my teeth from meeting. A strangled noise akin to a whimper forced itself from my throat. My knees were weak yet my body felt light. It was as if I was merely putty in Hinata's hands, completely submitted to his control.

"If you want to spread the despair disease so badly, why don't you take it?" Hinata's practically spat the words, the emotion in his voice betraying that empty expression he held.

He leaned even closer and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. This is it, this is the part where he kills me. That thought caused an inappropriate sensation to stir in my gut, I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, yet my laughs were cut short by a warmth pressing to my lips and devouring them straight from my mouth.

My mind went blank.

Is he…?

No…

No way...

Every muscle in my body went limp as something warm and wet forced itself into my mouth. I shivered with excitement and rubbed my tongue against the other.

The euphoria overwhelming me was dizzying. This is what I had wanted. I'm so disgusting, taking advantage of Hinata-kun like this. The bad luck awaiting me now would be immense, perhaps I really am going to die.

Despite my brain's protests, I melted into the kiss and wrapped my arms around Hinata's neck. As my chest leant into his, I could feel the burning fever radiating from his skin. Haha…I really am going to get sick if I keep this up…

The thought made me shiver and moan, sucking greedily at the other boy's tongue. His mouth had an awful taste of blood and stale water, but I just couldn't resist. Our lips made quiet wet noises as they rubbed against each other, drool now leaking from Hinata's mouth and down his chin.

It wasn't long before I was finding it hard to breathe with the heat radiating from Hinata. I wiggled my face free of his grip, separating the kiss and gasping for air. Hinata panted softly, staring at me with half-lidded, glazed over eyes. He looked calm, unfeeling, unexcited. It made my heart sink and I found myself mad for thinking it would be any different, as if he would have felt anything more.

"Ko-"

Hinata spoke with a hoarse voice before suddenly choking on the name. His eyes rolled back and he slipped from my grasp, collapsing to the floor below.

"H-Hinata-kun?!"

#Komahina #Hinakoma #Kamukoma #Hinata Hajime #Komaeda Nagito #Kamukura Izuru #Ficgiri

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ships-for-you · 5 years

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For @llama-anonymous

I apologize fore the delay however I hope that you will enjoy this matchup regardless. I also apologize if my writing hasn’t been as good as it was since I’ve completely abandoned writing and just starting to pick up again.

For Black Butler, I ship you with Finny!

I personally believe that our sweet and strong Finnian would best suit you.

Although you may be straightforward and blunt with how you deal with your ideas and whatever goes through your mind, he gets used to it as Sebastian shares a similar personality trait.

You would’ve been the young master’s music teacher by aiding him with the violin, he was one of your best students as of late.

You’d also occasionally fill in as a dance instructor although, that did not happen regularly.

Sebastian would have been a substitute however as much as he wouldn’t like to admit it, the young master needs to learn that even demons need time to organize events and execute orders that need maximum focus.

In short, he can get everything done however, he would very much enjoy his time privately in the rare occasions he has.

Due to frequenting the Pahntomhive manor, you had grown close with the servants as they would always greet you and brighten up your mood during your stay there.

A particular blonde seemed to have intrigued you as he made almost no attempt to start a conversation with you, unlike the rest of the servants.

Perhaps you came off as too strong-willed? Or were you too reckless at times?

He didn’t mean to, he was merely a bit shy. You were such a magnificent creature in his eyes. Like a beautiful flower.

Your long ebony locks was what caught his attention initially. Something about the dark color seemed so natural and unnatural at the same time. Unnatural in a sense wherein the percentage of the people he had seen with hair as dark as yours made up the diminutive minority.

Your glowing golden skin also caught his attention.

Your skill with the violin is undeniable. Truly a sight to behold and an even better experience to listen. From perfect octaves, chords, up bow staccato, left hand pizzicato, and so forth.

Of course, Ciel is nowhere near your level although he demanded to see if you truly qualified for the position. He was not disappointed.

Eh may have thought your teaching style wasn’t as logical as Sebastian’s however, music isn’t always about logic. He found that your emotions tend to shine through your decision making whenever you thought of which piece to teach him but you can’t help it. You make decisions more with your heart.

Nevertheless, your duties did not end there. You were a mediocre painter, still studying the arts.

You loved to paint figures that may seem simple at first glance but are much more complex than what meets the eye. The themes usually revolve around problems that you thought hindered society from changing for the better like slavery, unequal rights and so on.

But what you loved to paint the most were flowers. Flowers, so simple to paint yet hold so much symbolism. You painted a group of lily of the valleys in the outline of a young man.

Unconsciously, it resembled the profile of a certain gardener. All purely coincidental, I assure you.

Once it had dried, you encased it and planned to show your teacher although decided to do so after you taught the young master and so, you brought it with you to the manor to save time and money from traveling back to your own abode to your teacher.

Ciel questioned what it was and you merely said it was a mediocre painting he wasn’t permitted to see which only fueled his childish curiosity. Unbeknownst to you, the servants were curious as well as they had been eavesdropping.

“Miss (Y/N) can paint?” “Seen her drawings before, the lady does have quite the talent.” “She’s really talented, yes she is!” “You lot, get back to work!”

Sebastian had offered to store it in a safe place for a while whilst you instructed the young master and you, albeit hesitantly, agreed.

...And of course the servants found it and examined it... and they were astonished. It was beautiful.

“Kinda looks likeds Finny, don’t it?” “A coincidence?” “I know that flower, it’s the lily of the valley! It represents the purity of a heart. Perhaps Lady (Y/N) likes someone?”

They quickly closed it back up and returned to their duties, trying not to seem suspicious.

Once you were dismissed, you asked Sebastian to return it to you, and made your way to leave before you were stopped by hearing thumping foot steps.

“I like your painting!” A voice said and you turned around to face them and were greeted by the gardener.

You only smiled and thanked him as you were in a hurry and left.

He looked forward to see your paintings once more however, seeing your long black hair flowing as you hurried was picturesque enough for him to enjoy. He would be waiting for your return.

For Ouran Highschool, I ship you with Kyoya Ōtori

The idea of you being in a relationship with the third Otori son is quite entertaining to many, especially to the Host Club.

You were the fiancée of the merciless host club vice president although either of you acknowledged the other as such. You were engaged as a part of a long term business deal involving the partnering of his family to your own. Purely business, is what the ravenette would say.

That statement isn’t always true.

You, being you, tended to get into trouble from time to time. Whether it be accidentally violating one of the academy’s regulations, or being somewhere you weren’t supposed.

You can’t help it, Ouran can get quite dull as time passes on and so you’re merely trying to discover things that could quench your thirst for adventure.

...which usually results in trouble.

You find the most adventure, or interesting events, either follow the Hitachin twins or the Host a Club that Kyoya directs. Either way, they both give you a good laugh and serve as entertainment and so you visit them often.

You may or may not stay in music room 3 for the entirety of their club period.

“Have you not gotten bored nor feel the need to stop visiting me?” “No, and I don’t visit just for you, Kyoya. Besides, it’s not like I’m freeloading.”

He finds your company simultaneously entertaining and aggravating. He simply cannot determine which emotion overrides the other.

You do keep him company intermittently after club hours for the sake of accompanying him while he calculates the Host Club’s profit for the day.

Although he doesn’t admit it, he does hold affections for you. He can’t seem to explain it as he himself cannot understand it however, he feels at ease when you are with him. He ironically feels at peace despite your talkative nature.

You are one of the few people whose presence he’d rather be with.

But when you get into arguments, it truly doesn’t just die down. Of course, your arguments revolve more around your own opinions and are not necessarily serious. Fairly childish but we all have our individualistic passions.

Visiting each other’s home is natural and happens frequently but not too frequently. Mostly you visiting his as he feels more comfortable in his own private space as he usually works anyway.

The rest of the club are entertained by the chemistry you have with the bespectacled Vice President as your personalities usually clash. You being the more social and quite reckless half and him being the more calm and collected half.

You occasionally practice with Tamaki as your accompanist may or may not happen. Of course, that doesn’t happen without a littl playful flirting which you return with a few flowery words of your own.

If that takes place during club hours, the guests won’t be amused...neither would Kyoya.

But some of them love the “forbidden love” act? A little bit of sin sprinkled in the club never hurt anyone. A woman being unable to choose between the cool type or the prince.

Whenever they hold extravagant balls, they would recruit you, should you like to, to play along with the orchestra of students as they found your talent with the violin truly magnificent.

Of course, it’s all because you practice 40 hours a day *ahem*

Being Kyoya’s fiancée, you know he does not necessarily have the best relationship with his father and you admire his persistence to prove himself to him howver, you know that he needs to relax from time to time.

It is highly likely that you would spend the night with him in order to ensure he sleeps earlier.

Once he does retire, he lowers himself onto his bed beside you and turns to face you. You near yourself to him and snuggle him hesitantly, you’re used to hugging your pillow when you sleep and this was the safest you could do to him. Your boundaries were never discussed.

You felt him wrap his arms around your body as you calmed yourself, ridding yourself of your worries to prepare for sleep.

“This is highly inappropriate, you know? A man and a woman to sleep in the same bed.” “You’re not one to do anything without an ulterior motive and as of now, you do not have that.”

He’d probably near his face to yours in order invoke a sense of fear or uncertainty to prove a point.

“...You don’t know that, don’t let your guard down just because you think you know them. All men have...impulses.”

“But you’d ask me first, right? Now go to sleep, you need it.”

For Kamisama Hajimemashita, I ship you with Mizuki!

You would’ve been a regular student turned Benzaiten type of Godess, a Godess who embodied eloquence, and the Godess of music.

Balancing school responsibilities, planning for your future, all the while attempting to fulfill the role of a God, you honestly felt as if you wanted to give up altogether. You should not be given that title.

Either way, you pull through. Sort of.

You would’ve met Nanami at a meeting with the local Gods. It would’ve happened when your own familiar seemed to be picking a fight with hers.

Chiyosuke, your familiar, would explain that he only acted on impulse as he saw one of her familiars eyeing you with, “salacious manner.”

Was he wrong? We may never know as they kept denying it flustered.

You would’ve been confused but trusted your familiar’s statement as he is your own and is considerably loyal to you and to the shrine.

You would’ve forgiven the perpetrator, regardless if he denied it or not, as the other familiar bonked his head from behind as he and their Mistress apologized for his stead.

You let it go and become closer to Nanami as she faces the same trials and tribulations as yourself through your journey to becoming a God.

She confides in you and travels to your own shrine to hang out and vice versa.

She explained that she had become a God upon coming in contact with a man she “saved” from a puppy as he was found scared and cornered to a tree. The mystery man had been a God and transferred his mark of God to her.

You wished your story was as comedic as hers, you would comment as you recall how you came to possess the god mark in the first place. It wasn’t as light nor comedic as your companion’s story, far from it, actually.

Tomoe wouldn’t despise nor adore your presence. There were times wherein you seemed like a bad influence to Nanami as your recklessness seemed to worsen her own however, found that you also taught her what you had learned and so she would become less troublesome and naive to the situation she was in.

Chiyosuke isn’t very fond of Tomoe although he does enjoy Mizuki’s presence muck more despite their negative first impressions.

The three are mostly found together somewhere near the porch.

Mizuki would admire the relationship you share with those close to him. His mistress, Tomoe, and your own familiar, you cared for them selflessly.

He almost envied your selflessness. Caring for them unconditionally. Not expecting anything in return. He wished he felt similarly that with Nanami.

One day when you and the Land God planned a small outing to an amusement park, Mizuki took this as an opportunity to learn how to be as selfless as you. Naturally being selfless is not a personality trait one can learn through merely observing however he thought that if he were to stay close to you, you would influence him.

Once you had all arrived, you had suggested to ride a monstrous rollercoaster as you had everyone in one place and decided to take advantage of that.

You and Nanami boarded on the ride excitedly as your familiars begrudgingly followed, not understanding the thrill of said ride.

You’d sit next to Mizuki. (Not like you had a choice as Chiyosuke had to sit with a stranger as the ride could not fit three people in one cart. Why he decided to let you sit with Mizuki, you do not know.)

As the ride started to twist and turn, you only laughed heartily and screamed to your delight as doing so made you feel more hyped.

While Nanami and Mizuki was screaming in horror, Tomoe seemed apathetic about the whole ordeal, and Chiyosuke was feeling a bit faint as if he would vomit on the person he sat beside if the ride were to continue like this.

Mizuki clutched your arm close to his as he was not accustomed to zipping through places at high speeds along with the fact that he had no control over the situation of the ride.

You only laughed and told him that he could on hold on tight but hold on tighter to the restraints that were built in to the ride.

After the terrifyingly dizzzy experience, all of you decided to take a breather and explore on your own.

Mizuki stuck around you and your familiar as you ride more rides.

By the time you all were ready to leave, you all met one last time at the agreed spot for a final ride.

Of course, it was the Ferris Wheel.

The only Ferris Wheel available seemed to have been made specifically for couples as it would allow only two people at a time in each compartment.

Chiyosuke had opted to sit this one out, and you liked the idea of watching Tomoe with Nanami, so you rode it with the snake.

It was rather slow and served as a perfect contrast to the thrilling ride you all had rode initially thus, formally concluding your outing.

As Mizuki and you were alone in the compartment, you decided to make small talk and throw in a few jokes. You told each other stories as the pair of you unconsciously moved closer together, indicating comfort in one another’s presence.

Before the vessel the both of you were in docked, he pulled you to his embrace as he thanked you for the opportunity to do something fun and for spending it with him.

“I hope to see you soon, Lady (L/N). I’d like to see more of your passionate side again,”

For Diabolik Lovers, I ship you with Shū Sakamaki!

You would’ve met at school, specifically in the music room.

It was your free time and you wanted to practice as much as possible as you had an upcoming recital in a few weeks that could change your musical career forever.

Of course, one of the third years had to be sleeping there and, as much as you didn’t want to wake him up, you needed to practice, thus you brought out your violin and tuned it.

They didn’t seem to stir in the slightest and so you continued to tune your instrument before playing.

You knew playing this piece was practically suicide as you deemed it the most difficult one you had learned so far, especially since it was designed to have 4 different voices and was only compressed into a string only piece.

Der Erlkönig. It’s not a Paganini caprice but it’s as hard as—

Anyway,

Halfway into the piece, you played a sharp instead of a natural which caused you to get frustrated and come to a hault as your bow made contact with the strings.... which resulted in a very unpleasant horse-like noise to emit from your instrument.

You cringed.

You’re incredibly nit picky when it comes to playing the violin and so if you commit an error, you tend to redo it from the start instead of picking from the measure you failed to execute properly. Not a good practice, you know, but you’d die before admitting that to anyone.

Once you were about to start once more, the senior from before rose from his sleeping position to stare at you with a blank expression.

”You slipped.” ”Oh, really? Huh, I didn't even notice.” the sarcasm is real.

And it all started there, he helped you a bit by suggesting you change your fingering to allow your fingers to shift from one note to the other with less stress.

You tried it, and looked back to thank him only to find him gone.

You frequented the music room to practice until your recital ang continued to do so as you enjoyed his presence.

You tend to bicker with him however he lets you win an argument to get you to shut up. Most of the time.

You also come to learn that he is a closet pervert with weird interests in girls, or so as you observed.

It’s most likely you’d entertain him by playfully flirting with him, which did not seem to faze him in the slightest and so, you try to step up your game every once in a while in the attempts to fluster him. Or to evoke any emotion aside from apathy.

It’s very likely you find out he was a vampire when you accidentally caught him drinking from a blonde student who carpools with them. He knows you caught him and you knew he knew as well.

You never brought it up, but you are no coward. That may or may not be both your strength and weakness.

That especially showed one day when you visited his home and were in his room, considerably less talkative than usual as you sat on his bed which was a good distance from the couch he preferred to sleep in.

You weren’t scared, that little bit of knowledge about his true nature shouldn’t change how you truly feel about him. That’s what you thought and yet your body language showed otherwise.

The blonde vampire wouldn’t admit it however, he enjoyed listening to you as you rambled or complained to him. Your voice strangely calmed him and was much more sleep inducing than his “music” and so he did what he had to in order to prompt you to speak with him.

“Do you think I’ll try to drink your blood?” He opened his eyes to direct his sapphire orbs to yours. Your eyes widened slightly although you kept your ground to which he chuckled at your pride to put up a brave facade. “I’m not really into girls who are as tense as you, it’s too troublesome when they resist.” “I’m not scared, you hear?” You remarked and glared only for it to falter when you saw such intensity yet mischief in his eyes as he pushed you onto his bed.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I drank from you.” He stated as he neared his face to yours to closely examine the red that started to bloom across your cheeks. Your long, beautiful, dark hair sprawled across his light colored sheets, your glowy skin complimented by the golden patterns that covered his bed. As tempting as it was to take you right then and there, he had a point to get across. “Do whatever you want, I don’t care.” You stubbornly retorted, hoping for him to stop teasing you, should it have been a joke.

He turned your head to the side to gain access to your neck. His breath fanned across it as you shut your eyes tight as you could. He stared at you to observe and drink in your almost weakened state and leaned down to lick your neck. He was certain he was the only one who could render you this defenseless. You shivered as you stiffled a moan that was threatening to be let out. He chuckled once more and let out a comment. “Ahaha. You’re a sensitive one, aren’t you? How lewd.” ‘I’m screwed’, you kept repeating in your mind until you realized he didn’t continue. “You’re an idiot. You insist on being stubborn even in a situation like this?” He asked with a straight face. “Why does that matter?!” You shot back as you felt embarrassed to have actually enjoyed the sensation of his tongue running across your neck. “Because it’s in situations like these where my brothers might try to take advantage of you.” He smirked, his body still hunched over yours. “Then again, I doubt anyone would get turned on by you in the first place.”

The hell was that supposed to mean???

“Well then why don’t you leave me alone then?!” You attempted to hit him which failed as he caught your hand in his and pinned it above you along with the other one as you tried to hit him once more. “I have bad taste in women, remember?”

“Just close your eyes and feel my fangs as they enter you.”

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I probably got carried away however this was quite difficult as this is a lot of fandoms to request. Nevertheless, I like the challenge.

#diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers #black butler #black butler x reader #OHSHC #OHSCH x reader #Kamisama Kiss x reader #kamisama kiss #Kamisama Hajimemashita x reader #ship #Shu Sakamaki #Kyoya Otori #anime match up

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