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Infiltration, Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Nanami Kento and the reader must pretend to be married to infiltrate a deadly Curse-user cult and take it down from the inside.

*SMUT/NSFW/18+*

A slow-burn fic with fluff/comfort, angst, smut and heroics from our favourite salaryman.

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Nanami Kento had long-since erected walls to the outside world. Very few were allowed a glimpse to his inner sanctum, and assessments of him as cold, aloof, ghoulish, humourless or melancholy provided his armour. He was externally unflappable, methodical, analytical; but under the water, his feet paddled frantically, and he felt his heart a million miles away, perched at the edge of a precipice.

Kento swam in Cursed energy; Father Tatsu was having trouble packing it back in-- the Cursed energy that had never belonged to him-- now he had shown his hand. The air was as thick as treacle. Grimly assessing that he had no choice but to fight if he wanted to give you a chance to escape, Kento rolled up his sleeves, the seal releasing on his Cursed energy as Overtime unlocked. Father Tatsu bared his teeth.

"Will it be me then, instead of that woman you call your wife?" Kento's stomach twisted as Father Tatsu picked at his nails, flippant and disinterested, "I say that...but she'll be gone by now, of course. No blood left for the leeches."

Kento read his adversary, his face impassive as he hummed in thought, seemingly considering you tactically, instead of with the gut-churning dread he really felt. I shouldn't have let her go, Kento tortured himself, bitter, she went back, and that's my fault, and she's gone already--

Kento went through mental acrobatics-- home and dead? Home and injured? Captured and home? Captured and taken to the Shrine? Captured and taken somewhere else? Captured but fought to the death? Captured and--

"She is useful," Kento mused, detached, "but not necessary for this part of the mission. It may be a blessing for her to die now instead of--"

Father Tatsu laughed, "Dead, my boy? No, no. The Goddess prefers to consume them while their heart still beats."

Kento felt a swoop of success at his easy fishing. Captured and taken to the Shrine. Taking a few steps back as Father Tatsu's power swelled, Kento's eyes glanced through the windows overlooking the village, in the direction of your house together. Kento sighed.

"Our mission was reconnaissance and escape," Kento lied smoothly, "so while it's a shame my colleague has likely been neutralised, there's no value in both of us being taken out. If you don't mind, I'll be leaving. I don't imagine it's long before my...institution arrives, to finish the job."

Father Tatsu snarled, his attempt to reel Kento to the Shrine failing. His Cursed-energy grew at an uncontrollable rate, and Father Tatsu appeared drunk, gulping back nausea, staggering. Both considered each others' moves; breaths balanced on a tightrope.

Father Tatsu darted for Kento, so much faster and stronger than his age would normally allow, and Kento jacked sideways into a roll. Righting himself, fingertips to tatami in a balanced squat, Kento swept one leg out under the staggering Father Tatsu, who landed with a resounding slam on his back. Dropping back to his haunches as Father Tatsu lay, stunned, Kento lifted the same leg, slamming the back of his booted foot down onto Father Tatsu's face.

With a nauseating crunch-pop, Father Tatsu's nose broke, lips split, choking on blood and teeth. Lifting his leg once more to land a killing blow, Kento's ankle was grasped in two obscenely strong hands; despite his leg being swathed in Cursed energy, he felt a crack ricochet up his leg, the pain like a gunshot.

Father Tatsu looked so briefly shocked, before his face twisted into a snarl, sloppy and bleeding, yanking Kento's leg, trying to pull Kento in by his broken ankle. He doesn't know how to control the power, Kento realised, hot pain flaring up his leg, because he's never had so much of it.

"Scum," Tatsu snarled, as Kento resisted his pull with gritted teeth and stubborn determination. Tatsu vomitted, hot blood, tooth fragments and bile soaking into Kento's jeans and the tatami below them. Kento watched in muted horror as the man's body seemed to swell and churn, Tatsu briefly contorted with torturous pain before sinking his fingers into Kento's leg, bellowing like a bear.

Father Tatsu was bloated with power, and it refluxed out of him in a gruesome, violent belch, when he stood, swinging Kento in an arc to the other side of the room. Beams splintered under the sinews of Kento's body, on the wall overlooking the village, and it buckled, part of the ceiling shunting down, showering Kento in plaster, clotting with blood on his forehead.

Kento stood, solid and tall, his breath hitching with the agony of standing on a fractured ankle. Kento focused his Cursed energy there, desperate for support, cursing himself for never mastering the art of Reverse Cursed Technique.

Kento was sloppy with distraction, each second away from you lowering your chances of survival. Father Tatsu crouched, arms and fingers twisting into himself like gnarled roots, an unstable implosion. He jutted forwards, staggering, animalistic, his face contorted with rage and failed restraint.

Kento turned on a pinhead, gripping a jutting ceiling beam, before kicking the crumpled wall with a roar of pain, striking a point of critical weakness. The wall collapsed outwards, and Kento and Father Tatsu were met with the cold slap of the drifting snowstorm, before Kento leapt, the remnants of the room's ceiling folding like a blanket over Father Tatsu.

Kento's belly swooped as he dropped three stories, landing in fresh snowdrift with a soft thud, before jackknifing away into the storm, making for the village gates, for escape. Kento heard a cry of rage from the devastated room behind, carried by the wind, making his gut churn with shame.

"Coward! Coward!"

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I'm underwater.

"...feed this one...goddess..."

"...too much...all the others already..."

Warm. It's too heavy. Hurts.

"...arguing!...orders..."

"...tender first...likes them begging..."

I'll just sleep let me sleep go to sleep--

WAKE UP!

Who is that? Love him. Want him.

You're running out of time. Darling. WAKE UP!

Your injury gripped you, and you sank, unbidden, into the deep once more.

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"If you don't ask him out for a coffee, I will. Maybe for me, or maybe for you." Your best friend cringed, squealing with laughter as you slapped at her.

"If you've only come in here to bother me," you chided, urging your friend to the staffroom door, "then go away, you must have something better to do, you pest--"

A gentle knock, and the door swung open, forcing your friend to spin back to you, grasping your shoulders with wicked joy, as Nanami Kento walked in behind her, his eyes questioning. You glared daggers at your friend, giving her an almost imperceptible shake of the head. Naturally, she ignored you.

"I'm so sorry, I can't come to lunch with you today after all!" She bemoaned, "I've got so much to do. You'll just have to eat alone." Your mouth dropped open at her shameless audacity. She excused herself quickly, past Kento, the door closing on you both.

There was a heartbeat of silence, and you adjusted yourself quickly, giving Kento a breathless smile in apology for your friend.

As you moved towards the door yourself, crippled by Kento's presence, you heard his silky voice behind you.

"I normally eat alone. The good company in this place is limited."

Your hand retracted briefly from the door handle as you turned to Kento, blushing. His heart skipped, his decision quick and life-altering as other, rejected paths trailed away, unchosen, alternate fates unravelling.

He folded his newspaper with a light clearing of the throat; "That being said...I know a good bakery. If you'd like to join me for lunch."

Your smile was as soft as dappled sunlight, and Kento felt something deep within him pass irretrievably to you.

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You woke with an agonal gasp, floundering in chains as a bucket of ice-cold water was flung over you. Your head spun and pounded, belly shaking with nauseous, racking shivers. Your wrists creaked against your chains, engraved in symbols; your stomach dropped as you realised your Cursed Technique had been completely neutralised by your bonds.

As soon as you raised your head to look around you, a backhanded slap across your cheek made your teeth crack together and your head rattle; a hit you knew, vaguely, to be from a man, instead of a woman. Your tiptoes pressed to the floor as you hung, coughing.

Nought but footsteps in front of you, something dark and slick across the stones, red-black light writhing and flickering in the gloom. Your foot caught on something as you tried to stand. A second slap had you feeling your captor was enjoying this.

"It's nothing personal, my dear." The voice tickled recognition in the back of your mind, but you hitched against the chains, your head and face battered. You tried to grab your thoughts, like catching smoke. Your captor had rightly ensured you had no chance to fight back-- no monologues, no grandiose speeches.

"Well...a little personal. Breaking into my library. Making a fool of me. The Fathers really did hope it wasn't you two, you know? Such talent."

A punch, deep to your gut. A scurry up your leg, a sharp squeaking bite that sank through your trousers and popped through the skin of your thigh. You were crying out now as you kicked the Librarian's rat off your leg, you were sure, but your head was ringing, vision spinning, cold seeping through to your bones.

You almost begged for mercy, but bit it back, wordless and gasping. Your feet slipped on the part-frozen slick beneath you. Your foot caught again, your floundering throwing something forwards; ragged fabric, dark with slurry, crunched bone, gristle and flesh peeking through it. You retched as the putrid-sweet smell of fleshy rot hit you. Leftovers, you thought.

The squirming nature of the light in this vast round chamber had you throwing your head back, staring upwards with bloodstained vision. An extraordinary mass of black arms and legs writhed above you, the inchoate flesh constantly changing as hundreds of blackened screaming faces, kicking legs, clawing hands moved within it, reaching out. As if in recognition of your acknowledgement, a pulse of Cursed-energy like a weapon of war shook your bones. You'd have dropped to your knees, if not bound.

"When your pain is pure," the Librarian continued, adoring, revenant, "she will devour. She shall be released. Our captive goddess, she of the fertile land, finally imbued with the righteous power needed to debride this festering country."

The Librarian approached you, his leathery hands cupping your face lovingly, shushing you as pink-stained tears ran down your cheeks. He spoke softly, as if gifting you such a boon.

"You will be part of something bigger now, sweet girl. You were misguided...but she is forgiving." The Librarian brushed tears from your tender, swollen cheeks and you grimaced in pain. He looked up, as snowflakes slipped occasionally down past the writhing mass, and reached into his pocket. With a flick, a pocket knife opened casually in his hand.

"Is your husband coming?" The Librarian asked, slow and thoughtful, "Perhaps not. I cannot feel him." Your heart crunched with pain, tears now rushing down your face in a strangled sob, hoping against hope that Kento was escaping, instead of dead.

"It is no matter." The Librarian supported the small of your back as he punched the knife into your gut. All the air shunted out of your lungs, your mouth hanging open in a voiceless gape, agony burning through every nerve of your body as the Librarian swiped the knife sideways through your belly. A slow, fatal wound. He pulled his hand away, drenched in your blood as you began to slip underwater again.

"She will taste your pain. She will come. Do not fear, sweet girl."

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You slipped out of the bathroom, skin still glistening with steam as you wiggled a towel around you, hunting for the tinny ringring-ringring of your phone.

Into your bedroom, throwing discarded clothes aside, and reaching into your pocket, you found your phone. You answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" A brief silence on the other end.

"I'm...sorry. You must be busy." That familiar voice, that made your belly twist and throb with want, velvet and slurred. You sat on your bed, gripping your towel around you.

"Kento?" You squeezed your phone until your knuckles were white. You heard a sigh and a shuffle, and blurted out in a panic, "No, wait! Don't hang up!"

A pause again.

"I just wanted-- I needed someone to--"

"Kento I--...I'm always here. For you to talk. About anything."

A thousand unspoken truths passed between you in silence. You closed your eyes, bringing your knees up to your chest with your arm wrapped around them. You felt Kento wrapped around you, warm as you waited.

"It's...it's just been a long week," he continued weakly, "Too much. Just way too much. I didn't get to see Haibara-- it was the anniversary, and I--"

You bit your lip, tears stinging in your nose for Kento. Reassurances flurried out of you. Kento felt himself warm through with your voice, slumped in his armchair, whiskey on his knee, shirt and tie open and messy over his broad chest.

You spoke over the phone, for the first time ever. The intimacy of his breaths, his slow chuckles, the crushed velvet of his tipsy voice...with your eyes closed, he was right beside you. He may as well have been in your bed. Your skin pricked with goosebumps as you heard him shift in his chair, releasing a gravelly groan with his aches and pains.

"You can-- you can come over...if you like. I'm not-- not doing anything," you offered, cringing with regret and anticipation as soon as the words left your mouth. You heard Kento's breathing hitch at the other end of the phone, before he breathed out a long, shivering breath.

"I...not tonight," he spoke, hesitant. Your stomach dropped, blushing, tears threatening to spill out as your face twisted in despair, mortified.

"I've been drinking...and you deserve better. So much better. But...tomorrow?" Your heart leapt, wondering how you would possibly wait that long. You bit your lip, burning with desire and delight as you nodded quickly.

"I-- yes. Yes. Please." Kento huffed out a laugh that had the hairs on your neck stand on end. You shivered in your cold, damp towel.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just-- just still in a towel, I was having a bath." Kento's breath hitched again, and you were sure you could hear his embarrassment.

"God, I'm so sorry," he pressed against your hurried reassurance, "I'll go, just...go to bed. Warm up, I'll...I'll see you tomorrow." You blushed, kicking your legs, wiggling your toes, overwhelmed with joy.

"Okay. Yep. Bed, I'll-- I'll get dressed," you squeaked, unable to help yourself, teasing him with your feigned innocence. He hummed, low and unreadable.

"Sweet dreams," he said, voice warm as honeyed tea. A brief hesitation, as you both held on...the call ending with a beep.

Kento dropped his phone onto the table beside him, cupping his hands over his mouth. His thighs bounced on the chair in thrill, and he fumbled, swearing as whiskey spilled all over his lap.

The next day, he scooped you into his arms off bloodstained concrete, shielding your gaze as your friend's broken body was shifted into black bags.

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Kento had long-since left the village, since heading to the gates in swathes of snow, his broken leg giving and buckling under him as his Cursed-energy buffeted. He had escaped, cold and tactically driven; better just one dead sorcerer, than two dead sorcerers, after all.

Father Tatsu was certain, howling insults into the snow like a wolf on the mountain. His bounding strides cratered the floor beneath him as he lurched through the Temple, throwing aside the questioning approach of the kimono'd woman. She slammed into the wall in a wet crunch, hit with the force of a high-speed traffic collision. Father Tatsu lurched out into the snow, retching and vomiting again.

Father Tatsu stood strong against the piling drive of snow, a maelstrom against a maelstrom. The village was barely visible in the sea of white, as he staggered towards the black-veined, dead hill of the shrine.

Watching the man zigzag up the hill from a snowy roof, a man surrounded by allies raised his hand to pull his balaclava low, his eyes tempered like chocolate, determined.

"Time to move."

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Your heart crumpled under the weight of grief, for a promised life with Kento, never fulfilled as you hung, dying in the red-black gloom. You regretted nothing of the past; only the future you had let slip through your fingers.

The writhing goddess thrummed above you, and viscous pulses of overwhelming power thickened the air. You tried to drink it in, a desperate grasp at life.

A familiar voice called your name in the gloom. You had slipped underwater now, sunk under ice, tangled in reeds.

Kento had nightmares about how he found you, broken, bleeding, hanging and cold, until the day he died.

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bubbles0bop · 3 months

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thankyou for taking reqs!!! jjk- any of the jjk men (preferably suguru/toji/satoru) watching their girl best friend who they claim to have no feelings for whatsoever pole dance for the first time and feeling some typa way lol...it doesn't have to be anything too out there...just a little sensual sultry and moody??? way of the househusband-there arent enough content for this fandom :((- miku is pregnant and tatsu is over the moon...he does EVERYTHINGGG for her to make sure she's all comfy and cared for...

A/N: thank you for requesting! i decided it would be best to split this into two parts where the second will be posted on my page immediately after!

JJK Men Seeing their Crush Pole Dance

Includes: Sataru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

Disclaimers: Adult content! some feminine descriptives used, clubs, alcohol, smoking, flirting, sexual scenarios, no smut

Sataru Gojo

You and Sataru had been friends for as long as you could remember, practically connected by the hip since childhood and through your teen years.

Even to this day it was a rarity for your friends to see you two separated. The running joke was that everyone knew you both were practically soul mates. You two were the only ones who didn't see it - Living in a slow pit of denial.

One night, you had invited your best friend over for dinner and a movie (which was an often occurrence between you two), as you both enjoyed some sushi on your living room couch.

Almost reaching halfway through the movie, a thought came to your mind, "you know i've been trying this new type of exercise lately..." You trailed off, mouth full of sushi, honestly struggling to be heard over the sound of the TV.

"Good. You need it," Gojo snickered teasingly. God, for as long as he's known you and he still tried to get on your nerves.

"Yeah, you're one to talk- As if you even have any hobbies.." you retorted with a roll to the eye. He mostly ignored your comeback, waiting for you to continue speaking.

"Well, honestly it's kinda out there but i think you'd get a kick of it."

He raised an eyebrow at you, "What is it, naked yoga or something? You really don't need to show me that," He giggled.

You let out a sigh at his poor attempt at a joke, putting your bowl down on the table next to the couch. You stand, waiting for him to follow your actions. He stuffed one large bite of sushi in his mouth before following you down the hall of your apartment towards the bedroom.

What he saw is something that he really did not expect- a tall black pole was bolted from the ceiling to the floor, and it had one obvious purpose.

You laughed to yourself, "Okay, don't make fun of me yet, it really works. Just watch."

He was absolutely stunned by your words, thinking 'she can't actually be serious right now... is this her way of flirting with me?'

In all honesty-maybe it was.

He quickly figured out how seriously you were, as you reach a leg up high, wrapping your knee around the pole, letting it spin you. You let your arm lose and followed this action by grabbing the pole with your hand again, this time above your leg.

Sataru felt heat envelope his whole body. He just watched you out on a show for him, gazing across your body as it moved.

The heat traveled south.

You, the girl he had known since elementary, was in from of him, preforming some sort of performance as if it was just your every day activity.

Soon enough, you catch his gaze and let your movements cease. Your mind envelopes in worry for all the wrong reasons, thinking you've embarrassed yourself.

You blurt out, "Oh god, that was really bad wasn't it? Honestly, I kind of thought it would make you laugh-" Sataru lets you rant as he watches you step closer to him. He doesn't pay an ounce of attention to your speech, though, as he has different thoughts plaguing his mind.

He lets his intrusive thoughts take over his actions, pulling you by your waist and onto his lap. You're sputtering some words of embarrassment and confusion, but Sataru decides that the best way to ease your mind would be to pull you in with a kiss.

God, he's been waiting for this for a long time...

Geto Suguru

Telling Sugaru that you wanted to try a new profession was basically your downfall. While he fully supported you, you first requested that he not visit you at work, mostly because you were new and VERY embarrassed by your "lack of skill."

Honestly, you should have known from the start that he would never listen to you, and would take any chance to witness you being flustered and embarrassed.

You seeing your best friend waltz into the establishment while you were on shift actually turned your cheeks to a darker shade of red than humanly possible. If anyone were to be mistaken, they could've assumed you were on the brink of heat exhaustion. Thankfully, at the current moment, you were serving drinks to the VIP section when you spotted Suguru waltzing in the club.

He scanned the room, trying to catch a glimpse of you, but you duck your head a little lower as an attempt to avoid his gaze.

You took a quick check of the time before bidding your goodbyes to your guests. It was almost time for your turn on stage.

You could feel yourself start to sweat, not wanting to face the embarrassment of your best friend catching you in this state. Making your way through the crowd of men, you are interrupted by the sound of a whistle from across the room.

"Good luck out there." Suguru spoke loudly (as to be heard over the music of the club) and sent you a wink.

You rushed to the back room, face turning res, as you realize you are now definitely going to have to face this humiliating situation.

Your coworker gestures to you as she makes her way off stage, signaling it's your turn. You grab some accessories (a thin scarf- enough to leave nothing to the imagination) and you head towards the stage in a skimpy, feminine outfit.

You receive a generous round of applause from the crowd as you enter stage. The DJ starts playing some sultry music as you approach the middle of the floor and you catch yourself feeling the music.

You start by teasing the crowd, moving through your regular routine.

You pull the scarf away from your shoulders, sensually, revealing more of your cleavage from underneath. You use your scarf to wrap around the pole, moving your leg upwards in a sexy motion.

Suguru found himself getting heated in the crowd as he watched you. You were enticing to every extent. Honestly, he had never really thought about the way that your body could move until this moment, and it turned him on big time.

Recognizing these thoughts brought him to shame, trying to dismiss them. But damn, did you look good. How could you have been embarrassed when you are obviously graced with talent?

He bit his lip at the realization that his pants were becoming tighter and he knew exactly why.

As for you, you finish your set without a second thought, forgetting for a moment about your friend sitting in the audience. You waved a thankful goodbye to the crowd as they clapped their hands together, shooting off whistles.

You are making your way back to the main floor when you once again encounter your best friend, who was patiently waiting for you outside the door. The actually almost looked a little angry? Was he.. Jealous?

"Hey, Suguru, uhm, how did you like it..?" You asked while rubbing your shoulders, trying to console your own embarrassment.

He replies, raising his chin up in a flirtatious manner, "Oh, I liked it, alright. Maybe from now on i'll have to make private appointments.."

Toji Fushiguro

Being Tojis coworker meant that he always had his eyes on you. So when you casually mentioned to him that you had gotten a side job at the local club, it definitely caught his attention.

It was his idea to go out on a guys night to the same establishment this weekend- a total coincidence, of course.

Him and the guys walked into the club, instantly dispersing into their own areas of pleasure- a couple to the bar, another, off to the dance floor to flirt with some women- but Toji instantly had his eyes on the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

Toji really wasn't shy about his attraction to you, so you have a smokin hot body? Nothin' else to it. Just here to give some oh so loving support to his coworker..

A bouncer walked up to where he sat in the lounge, offering him some drinks, effectively starting his tab for the night. He was served a glass of whiskey, carefully gripping the glass in his hand as he started downing the liquor.

It took one or two performers to finally catch a glimpse of you on the stage. You were adorned in black and waltzing out onto the stage to a sultry song. You didn't seem to pay much mind to the crowd, and definitely not noticing your close friend in the audience.

You started your usual routine, wrapping yourself sensually around the pole, soaking in the sea of eyes in you from around the club. Toji took notice of this, letting out a loud whistle, hoping it would catch your attention away from all the other gazes.

Toji took his eyes off of you for only a mere couple of seconds to look around the room. All eyes were on you as your performance had gained the attention of almost all of the patrons, who had previously been occupied with their own pleasures. This made Toji's stomach start to burn with jealously.

He returned his eyes back to you as you finished the end of your set. He stood up, clapping with the rest of the crowd- this did, however, catch your attention as you walked off the stage, giving a polite wave to the club before disappearing off stage.

You felt your cheeks burn and you lowered your gaze to the black floor, which made a small 'click' with each step of your heels. You really haven't had any shame involving your profession until now, but for some reason you couldn't feel anything other than embarrassment.

You knew that the best way to deal with this was to go out into the crowd and find him, maybe to settle your worries.

You slide through the curtain that separated the crowd from the back stage area, to find Toji once again laying back in his seat in the lounge. This time, he held a sweet cigarette to his lips. He takes one last huff as he watches you strut towards him before tossing it to the nearest ash tray.

"So? You couldn't get enough of me at work?" You question slyly. You assumed he has only come here to embarrass you, but the look in his eye makes you think differently.

A low chuckle falls from his lips as he rises to meet your gaze. "I can't say you're wrong, sweetheart. But that show you gave was more than enough..." His voice was deep and he punctuated his words by laying a seductive hand to your waist. You could tell that he was tipsy but that didn't stop your cheeks from burning at his flirtatious actions. "How about we leave these losers to gawk and catch a room of our own?"

He didn't exactly leave you room to argue as he started pulling your wrist to the nearest exit, not that you really cared to protest anyway.

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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The other woman

Alone

Nanami x reader (Gojo x reader)

Summary: The other woman may please your husband but you have his heart and what a better way than breaking his all in the name of revenge

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, adultery, mentions of depression, semi-smut, language, Mature themes.

All text in this font indicates Mistress (Y/N) P.O.V as well as when she speaks.

All text in this font indicates Wife (Y/N) P.O.V as well as when she speaks.

The Other Woman Masterlist

“You sure about this?” Gojo asked as he held you hand, looking at you with those cerulean blue eyes that you once feared would hold a lonely void of an empty was now filled with the warmth of something you never knew you craved so badly.

“I’m positive” you replied, slipping the divorce papers back into their envelope.

That Wednesday afternoon you had sent that envelope that held your future, it was also the last time you ever saw that envelope again.

That slightly creased envelope that was labelled to Nanami, that you had sent 5 years ago never returned. You never received any indication if he had received it or not, and as much as it was a relief to not hear back from him as if his reign of torture was finally over, apart of you ached for him to disagree, to come storming back to you asking for one more chance even if you would reject it. Just some sign that maybe deep down inside he cared even a little for you.

But Nanami never came storming to you, banging onto your apartment door, he never called or sent a message and you never bothered to reach out to him either. It was as if a mutual agreement had been made between the two of you, one that the two of you did not need to talk about. That Nanami would leave your life and you would not follow him as you once did.

It hurt in the beginning of course, you were so accustomed to having someone, even if they weren’t an active member in your life, you no longer would refer to him as your husband or your ex-husband he was just Nanami.

But your pain was not left for you to suffer alone through as Gojo was by your side, day and night. Coming over to your apartment with you favourite childhood snacks and cheesy rom-com movies that you would complain about but enjoyed watching, and in those moments with Gojo the pain in your heart didn’t feel that bad anymore.

Your affections for Gojo was always present in your heart, a special place was always kept for him, ever since he offered you that job as his personal assistant; and you could feel as that place in your heart for him began to grow until eventually all your heart was filled with affections towards the white haired man.

It was only natural that when the time arose that you would move in with him, to share one living space. Enjoy each other presence as much as possible, you and Gojo spent as much time together like any two people who were in love would and it didn’t matter that the two of you were unable to put that love on paper. You and Gojo didn’t need to be married in the eyes of the law, to understand how much you cared for another.

Secret ceremonies in secluded parts of Okinawa were to know your love for one another as you would exchange the words of pure love and rings to go along with them.

When Tatsu and Takato found out that they would be moving in with Gojo they were ecstatic. They would get to spend as much time as they wanted with their friends now, being able to just walk into he next room and talk to them all night long if they pleased.

But as much as the boys loved staying with Gojo and being apart of this new family apart of them longed the life they had before this. Tatsu missing when the three of you would sit at the dinner table and eat ramen as an easy dinner back in Aichi. Tatsu understood that this life you were currently living was what he always wanted for his mother, for her to be happy whether it would be happiness found in another or not.

Takato was not to far off from Tatsu’s feelings. Every time he felt those nostalgic feelings of a memory, he would become upset at himself, feeling bad for his selfishness that he clings onto the past, and that a part of him was always secretly hoping that his mother and father would somehow end up together again. He knew what his father had done was unforgivable and that you had every right to not forgive him and move forward with your life, but he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t want to have his childhood dream of having his father and mother together again.

“Sometimes I wish Dad never fucked up so that we could have a normal family” Takato whispered to himself barely above a whisper, one Monday morning before school, as he and Tatsu walked side by side on the icy pavement. Tatsu kept his gaze on the ground taking a shaky breath as Takato’s words met his ears.

She patiently waited for Nanami to come back, for him to come looking for her as he did before. That he would tell her to stop acting childish and for her to get in the car so that they would go to the apartment, where they’d have makeup sex, the best kind of sex, where Nanami wasn’t to rough or to gentle. Makeup sex always felt like passionate love making that what she assumed married people must do on their honeymoons, something she hoped she would have with Nanami.

She waited for Nanami, until her patience ran thin and she messaged him over and over again till her fingers hurt and called him till that ringing noise was permanently playing in her ears, going as far as going to his apartment.

“Nanami!” she called out as she knocked on the door like a mad woman. Knocking non-stop till the door came flying open.

Revealing a tall man with black hair and rectangular glasses. His aura much different from Nanami, as he stood in the doorway of what you assumed was still Nanami’s apartment.

“Is Nanami home?” you asked nervously as you twiddled with your fingers.

“Nanami? I’m sorry but no one by that name resides here” the man said as he closed the door before you could ask another question.

Watching as the door came closing in front of your face, the door you remembered making love against on the other side, the door that hid your secret affair with Nanami from his wife was now closing right in front of you. You felt as your throat began to tighten and you knees felt as if they were going to buckle in as the realization washed over you that Nanami had abandoned you, and now you would have to abandon the dream you had that you would be his. That you would become Mrs Nanami, that the two of you would be able to start a life on your own.

Your mind began to race coming up with assumptions on why he had abandoned you, ranging from he had gone back to his wife that maybe he had finally seen her worth and had gone back to the life he had before meeting you.

‘No’ your mind shouted at you.

‘He can’t be back with her, his probably with some other woman’ your mind screamed at you causing the tears you held back to spill as you cried in front of the apartment you once deemed as home.

“He can’t love another woman, he can’t. I’m supposed to be the other woman” you wailed out as you threw yourself to the floor crying like a child that had just lost its favourite toy.

You starred at the booth that Nanami sat in that faithful day when he gave you his number, starring at it hoping that by some miracle Nanami would come in and ask for black coffee. That he’d come back to you.

But it was already five years since you had last seen Nanami, five years since he came to your apartment telling you to come back with him only for you to push him away, still the biggest regret of your life. As your life without Nanami was hard, extremely hard. You had to start acquiring a normal job again, no longer having the luxury of living off Nanami’s wealth.

Your love life was no better as well, as no successful man dared to come near you. You had forgotten how easily men got away with cheating and how women were left with the brunt of it. No man with a decent job would even approach you, as you were labelled as nothing more than a mistress. A woman who men would fill their free time with, even if that wasn’t true and the only man you entertained was Nanami, you had no one to defend you against these claims, so you suffered the consequences of it.

The once young and woman, who had the world at her feet was now a carved-out shell of the woman she once was. He eyes that were once filled with hope were now empty orbs that lived day to day, no longer believing that a miracle would save her. Forever trapped in her own personal hell, the one she created herself by being the other woman.

You forgot how busy Shibuya crossing was in the late afternoon, as people would be coming back from work and attempting to quickly travel back to their homes, but not Gojo as he was in yet another late shift at the office stuck reorganizing the same files over and over again as his secretary had messed them up again for the second week now.

And you just as the week before were currently on your way to help him, as you knew how much he disliked staying late and not being able to spend time with the kids and you.

‘I have to make it to dinner, it’s the most important meal of the day cause I get to hear about everyone’s day’ you recalled Gojo’s words causing a smile to stretch across your face as you continued walking.

So, lost in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention to where you walking till you straight into another person. Your face clashing with their chest.

“I’m sorry” the other person said as they quickly reached down to grab the papers that fell out of their hands.

“No it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking” you replied as you were now also crouching down grabbing at the pages before they had the chance to fly away.

The person who collided with stood their feet stuffing the lose pages into their briefcase while you collected the last of the pages scattered on the ground.

“Here” you said handing the pages to the person, with your gaze still fixed on the ground trying to see if you had missed retrieving any page.

“Thank you” the person said as you looked up coming eye to eye, with man you thought you’d never see again.

Nanami Kento.

Your eyes remain locked onto Nanami’s, as images of the two of you flashed before your mind, images of the two of you cuddle up in bed, with your first child, enjoying your second child birthday, having family lunch and many more imagery played in the fore front of your mind.

“Thank you (Y/N)” Nanami said as he broke the eye contact turning away, while you stood still, your mind still trying to figure what had just occurred and what was supposed to happen next.

But before your mind could give you the answer your mouth was already speaking.

“Nanami” you called out loud enough to get him to turn around, his attention once again on you.

And your mouth quickly regretted not thinking before acting as you had no idea what to do after regaining his attention.

You starred at Nanami, while your mind wracked for something to say anything. Watching as Nanami starred at you, his gaze slightly softening as it looked like he bit down on words.

But before you could think of anything Nanami began to speak.

“(Y/N) are you free now?” Nanami asked hesitantly,` his question taking you aback slightly, as it was not what you expected him to say.

“I – urhm- yeah” you replied sloppily as you decided to take the opportunity as your mind had finally settled and the happy thoughts of you and Nanami were tucked in the back parts of your mind and now the painful memories of how he had treated you 5 years ago crept into the forefront. Taking the opportunity as you would finally be able to ask him why he never sent those divorce papers back.

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You sat awkwardly across from Nanami at some coffee shop you had hastily walked into, as your mind had finally come down to its full senses.

You starred at Nanami, watching as he starred at the coffee in front of him while you fiddled with a sugar packet. This went on for awhile until finally you heard Nanami say your name for the second time in that hour.

“(Y/N)”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything, everything that I put you and the boys through”

You starred at Nanami watching as he swallowed hard, while he tried keeping eye contact with you as his apology replayed in your head.

“Nanami, some apology on some random Wednesday afternoon 5 years later isn’t going to fix anything or heal anyone’s heart” you said matter-of-factly, stating the honest truth.

“I know but I thought I’d at least give it a shot” Nanami said as he reached for his coffee take a gulp of it.

You looked at Nanami and then at the door the two of you walked into, your mind telling you to leave as it was pointless to sit and speak with a man who had stayed the same throughout these five years, but as you were about to reach for your bag you stopped yourself, allowing yourself to ask that question that always sat in the back of your mind.

“Why didn’t you sign those divorce papers and send them back to me?”

Nanami’s eyes looked down for a moment as if trying to process your question, before looking back up at you.

“I wasn’t ready to get divorced”.

“Are you ready now?” You asked your eyes starting him down waiting for any sign of an answer to appear.

Nanami broke his gaze off of you as he looked down mouth open as you waited patiently for an answer.

“I remember the morning I received that letter, with the divorce papers in. I remember how I felt when I held them in my hands. I felt so anxious it was like apart of me wanted to be a free man and another part desperately clung onto the life I had with you, and then all those emotions I had while I was with you came rushing forward. The day I met you, the day I asked you to marry me, our wedding day, when you told me you were pregnant with Tatsu, when Takato took his first step. Do you remember the week after we met, I came to your house with five bouquets because I wanted to impress you” Nanami said with a sigh of content as he recalled the memory as he looked down at the black coffee.

“Signing those divorce papers would of meant I was erasing that past, so no I’m not ready yet. I’m sorry” Nanami said as he starred back at his reflection in the black coffee.

“That’s very selfish of you, you know” you replied honestly, as you looked at him.

“I know, I’ve realized I’m a selfish man. I wanted you for myself but at the same time I wanted other things as well”.

You sat quietly letting Nanami’s words sink in, a silence washing over the two of you as you tried to comprehend his words, until Nanami began to speak again.

“I did cheat on you, I know you’ve always wanted me to admit this. I know I denied it for so long but I was a coward then, I was ashamed of who I was but not anymore I can be honest about it now. I shared a bed with other women, and I use to blame my fathers affairs for making me that type of man, but I’ve come to realize that others can’t be blamed for my own actions. I slept with those girls because I wanted to be desired by someone younger, to feel like I was still wanted at my age. I’m sorry for that”.

“You don’t need to keep apologizing” you said as you held back tears, as you kept your gaze down.

“I know I don’t but I want to, I’m not apologizing to try and gain sympathy. I don’t want you to live through life thinking that I never felt bad for what I had done, like I never suffered from my actions. Because I can assure you I did, I was in hell for these past five years. I barely slept in the beginning the thoughts of what I had done kept me awake day in and out. I hated myself more than anyone else. I felt like everything beautiful and pure I encounter I destroy, that’s why I never reached out to you or the boys again, whatever happiness the three of you found I didn’t want to ruin it again”.

“I’m honestly a miserable man, I don’t even know why you agreed to see me again”.

“I guess I missed seeing you” you said now looking up at Nanami, feeling as the tears ran down your cheeks.

“As well as to ask that question” you said with a little chuckle trying to lighten the mood, as you wiped your tears away.

“I’m glad to have seen you again” Nanami said as he reached for his briefcase, standing up as he readied himself to leave.

“Nanami” you said as you called out to him just as he did to you earlier on. Nanami looked at you with softened eyes as he patiently waited for you to speak.

“I think you should see the boys, maybe spend some time with them. I know they won’t admit it, but they miss you. I can tell”.

“The boys hate me” Nanami said as it was his turn to awkwardly laugh.

“They do, trust me. Even if all you do is apologize to them, they would appreciate it”.

You knew your sons better than anyone in the world, it wasn’t long for you to realize their slow melancholic attitude. From being once excited to having what you would assume is a completed family, but you were unsure if what they longed for was the life the three of you shared before meeting Gojo or if they wanted was what they thought they would have had in Aichi was Nanami being a father figure.

“If you really changed how you’ve claimed then I think the boys deserve an apology as well, not just me alone” you said as you stood up, giving Nanami one final glance before leaving the coffee shop.

“What took you so long?” Gojo asked with his head peaked up from where he sat hunched over his desk.

“I just ran into an old acquaintance” you replied as you walked over to him placing a soft kiss on his pouty lips, before he looked back down at the page he was reading.

You walked over to the other side of his desk, grabbing at a stack of papers that you would file and organize away, but just as you grabbed the pages you heard Gojo’s voice.

“Was it him?”

You stood still now, hands grazing over the pages as the question settled in your mind.

‘Was it him?’

It was simple question, yet the weight it held over you was intense. You didn’t wan to make Gojo feel as if you’d betray his trust, but lying about seeing would be exactly that ‘betraying his trust’. So, you did what felt right and what you’d hope Gojo would do if he was in a similar situation.

“Yes” you replied simply, grabbing the stack of paper as you made your way to your designated spot on the office floor where’d you had been filing for the past week.

“I think you should take his offer” Gojo said casually as if he wasn’t talking about the man who caused you literal hell.

“What offer?”

“I thought he was going to ask you to lunch, along with the boys”

“He didn’t ask me anything along those lines” you replied trying you best to move past the topic.

“How do you know about this?”

Gojo let out that iconic laugh as he took off his glasses, his gaze going to your figure on the floor that had a curious expression etched onto it.

“Nanami called your phone two weeks ago, trying to get in contact with you, but you weren’t home when he called so I picked up and obviously I first told him to go fuck himself but then I decided to hear him out. I think he wants one more chance, I am obviously against the idea itself of you ever going back to that scumbag. But I want your heart to be fully healed as well as the boys, I know that they’ve been trying to deal with this internal conflict of Nanami, trying to make sense in their mind that if he was a better father you’d be a happy family. So, I want this for you and the boys to heal your hearts so that we can be a happy family, you know”.

You quickly stood up walking back to where Gojo sat at his desk, as you wrapped your arms around his sitting figure. Hugging him tightly. Gojo was one of the most kindest caring man you had ever met.

“But I understand if you decide to go back to him, I mean technically he still is your husband. I mean like by the law his your husband” Gojo said with a slight snicker, but you knew he was being sincere, hiding the hurt of the thought of you going back to Nanami as a joke to spare his feelings.

“You are incredible Satoru Gojo” you said placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah I know I’ve been told before … guess I’ll have to go phone that fucker later and say you’ll be seeing him for lunch”.

You sat awkwardly at the table, Tatsu on your right and Takato on your left with Nanami opposite you. Having your whole ‘family’ together was something you were never expecting again in your life. The appetizers sat untouched on the table as your sons starred at each other, when you had informed them about what would be happening there was little resistance, a sign that they wanted to heal from their hurt.

“Why don’t you try the bread” Nanami said as he passed it over to Tatsu, who simply looked down at the breadbasket his father held in front of him before looking off to the side, not acknowledging his father any longer.

There was an awkward silence as Nanami reclined his hand back, placing the breadbasket back on the table. Tatsu head was turned to the side looking down to the floor and Takato starred down at the table hiding an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Why now?” Takato asked as he snapped his head up now starring Nanami dead in the eyes, your once meek son had grown into a headstrong young man.

“I just wanted to take use for lunch” Nanami replied in that stoic tone that had Takato irritated.

“You wanted to have lunch with us five fucking years later”.

“Why now, why decide to be a father now?” Tatsu asked as his eyes met Nanami’s as well, his eyes held the same dead expression that Nanami once had for his sons.

“I’ve realized that what I have done, neglecting you and Takato as well as your mother was wrong of me and I want to right my wrong doings”

“You think you can just decide to come back and be forgiven” Takato laughed out at his father ridiculous request.

“We know what you put mom through, with the cheating and the lying, making it believe it all’s her fault”

“Treating us like shit so that you could go play housey with some woman to make you feel happy” Takato said with venom, watching as each word wounded Nanami.

“I know I’ve made mistakes in the past but I’ve been bettering myself and I’ll continue to do so, I’m not asking for your forgiveness”

“Then what are you asking for?” Tatsu asked.

“Another chance”.

“How did it go?” Gojo asked watching as you, Tatsu and Takato entered.

“Just know we might not ever be able to eat at that restaurant again” you giggled out as you walked over to Gojo placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Why what happened?” Gojo asked looking over at the boys.

“Tatsu punched Nanami in the face, shit was hilarious you should’ve been there dad” Takato laughed out. Gojo’s heart sped up at the mention of the term of endearment. ‘Dad’ he was Takato and Tatsu’s dad and they saw him as there father, something Gojo had been dreaming of.

“Is your hand okay, Tatsu?” Gojo asked now walking over to Tatsu to examine his hand.

“It fine, Dad. I can handle the hits I hand out” Tatsu said in a cocky tone.

“You’re just like ya old man” Gojo commented at Tatsu’s remark.

“Why don’t you boys go help Itadori and Megumi, theyre busy moving around Itadori’s room furniture”

“That’s like the fifth time this week” Takato said as he walked in the direction of Itadori’s room.

You laughed at your sons comment, watching as the two of them walked to Itadori’s room till they were out of view. Now turning your attention to Gojo.

“So, what now?” Gojo asked looking down at you.

“Now we get married legally” you said flashing him the divorce papers signed as your face shone with a toothy grin.

You hadn’t heard from Nanami again after that, he had removed himself from both your life and your son’s never reappearing again, having to live with the fact that he had ruined the most precious thing in his life. As much as you hated the idea of someone suffering you revelled in the fact that Nanami’s was suffering, that he would have to wake up alone every morning with no wife or kids to keep him company only the lonely thoughts of how he destroyed the one happy thing he had in his life for short lived pleasure.

Nanami was alone.

As for you, you and Gojo could officially be married legally, with you becoming Mrs Gojo. Tatsu and Takato now having a father figure that wanted to be present in their lives, enjoying each other’s company as well as receiving three new siblings as well. Tatsu and Takato were grateful for seeing their father for that one eventful lunch as they were able to find clarity, no longer having thoughts of doubt or melancholy, as they were finally being appreciated by both a mother and a father.

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You watched as Gojo, Tatsu and Itadori attempted to build a crib, reading the instructions for what must have been the fifth time.

“You guys aren’t reading it properly” Gojo said as he grabbed the discarded instructions on the floor reading over them once again.

“You’ve gotta use your intuition about stuff like this” Itadori said as he picked up another piece of wood shoving it into whatever place he thought it had to be.

“See its working”.

“Yeah Itadori’s right, we’re nearly finished again” Tatsu said as he examined the crib.

“Well I guess you boys are right” Gojo said as he stood back now examining their work, but just before they could bathe in the hard work, the crib came undone as planks of wood clutterd to the ground causing you to wince.

“There is no way Mom is going to let the baby lay in that thing” Tsukumi commented as she sat beside you watching as what was suppose to be a crib lay on the floor in shambles.

“The time they figure out how to assemble this crib the baby will already be here” Megumi commented as he stood beside the couch watching as they struggled.

“If its so easy why don’t you do it” Tatsu said.

“Fine I will” Megumi said as he walked over to where the crib was supposed to be standing as he grabbed the instructions from Gojo reading them.

“You idiots you didn’t use any screw or nails to keep the wood in place” Megumi commented.

“We don’t have screwdriver, so we couldn’t use the nails and screws. Takato went to go get one” Itadori said looking at Megumi.

“I got the screw driver” Takato said as you heard the front door open, watching as your son waltzed in with the smallest screw driver imaginable.

“Now how are use going to use that” Tsukumi commented looking at the miniature screwdriver.

“Don’t worry toots, us boys have it under control” Takato said as he handed the screwdriver over to Gojo, causing Tsukumi to roll her eyes.

“Just let me fix this” Tsukumi said as she stood up joining them as they attempted to assemble the crib.

You watched as you children bickered amongst each other causing you to giggle.

“Mom this isn’t a laughing matter” Itadori stated causing everyone to look at you.

“Yeah (Y/N) we need to get this crib ready before Gojo junior comes out” Gojo said seriously.

“Okay my bad, I wont laugh at your efforts” you said trying your best to hide your giggles.

“Thank you, Mom” Megumi said turning his attention to the instructions as everyone congregated around him to read it.

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“I’m so glad we got that crib done today” Gojo said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Use really put your all into making that crib” you said turning to face Gojo.

“You think she’ll be here soon?” Gojo asked as he placed his hand on your eight-month bump that continued to grow.

“It won’t be too long till she’s with us”.

“I’m glad cause you can barely walk”.

“I can walk, I can do a lot if stuff still Gojo” you said with fake anger in your voice.

“Oh really, so since you can do so much why don’t we try making another one” Gojo said as his hands came to the hem of your panties.

“That’s not how it works Gojo”.

“Well it was worth a shot” Gojo said laughing out as his hands came back around your waist cuddling into you.

You smiled watching as Gojo held onto you tight, causing a smile to form. You had everything you wanted in a marriage, a loving husband and wonderful children. You were finally free from heartache and despair, going from a woman who was constantly plagued with the thoughts of another woman to being a woman who was expecting her third child. These thoughts alone causing a massive smile to stretch across your face.

“I love you ,Satoru”.

“I love you more, (Y/N)”

Alternative ending (Nanami happy ending)

“Dad can you pass on the salt” Takato asked, as you watched Nanami reach for the salt shaker.

“Thanks Dad” Takato said as he took the salt shaker from his father.

You smiled at the sight before you, your husband and two sons sitting at the kitchen table like you had always dreamed of, without the fear or lingering thoughts that another woman plagued your lives. It was only you, your husband and your son’s now. The life that Nanami had promised the three of you at that eventful lunch.

Nanami had kept all his promises, as he remained a dutiful loyal husband and well as a caring and present father. It wasn’t always as he was now, as both you and your sons had to overcome many difficulties to get where use were now; having to trust that your husband would keep his word and you were grateful that you believd in him that he would as you finally lived the life you would dream of in those teary nights.

“Hey Mom, we’re going to go to Megumi’s later” Tatsu said as he took a bite oh his food.

“Yeah, Gojo got him a new game console and we’re going to check it out” Takato added.

You smiled at the mention of Gojo’s name, he was one of the kindest men you had met to allow you to go back to your husband. Even after sharing special moments with Gojo, you knew deep within that your heart still longed to be with Nanami and you were grateful that Gojo cared for you enough to allow you to go back to Nanami without judgment, going as far as still being your friend. Even if you didn’t see Gojo often as you once did you were grateful for everything he had done for both you and Tatsu and Takato and as much as Nanami would not admit it he too was grateful for Gojo as he allowed the stoic man to realize the worth of his wife.

You and Nanami watched as your sons left for the evening, leaving the evening for the two of you to enjoy each other company.

“So, what do you want do, my love?” Nanami asked as he looked at you with smile.

“I don’t know maybe something that doesn’t involve so much clothes” You replied as you walked over to the bedroom dragging Nanami along with you.

“I didn’t know my wife was so naughty”.

You eyes rolled to the back as you felt Nanami thrust into you over and over again, like a pussy drunk man. Feeling as his hips met down with yours while the fat tip of his cock nudged up against the sensitive spongy spot deep within.

“Shit you feel so good” Nanami moaned out as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

You could feel your orgasm approach, as your walls began to push out against Nanami causing him to only shove his cock deeper inside you.

“Nanami” you moaned as your nails dug deep into his back.

“Cum for me” Nanami said feeling as your walls pulsated around his cock, as he felt the semen in his shaft drip out into your pussy just waiting to shoot into you.

You screamed Nanami’s name over and over again until the burning sensation within came to a stop, feeling as you pussy spasmed around Nanami’s cock as it tried to suck him in further.

“Shit” Nanami said as you walls clamping so tightly down on him became to much, Nanami thrusted one last time before he felt his cum filled balls release inside of you, feeling as hot rope of warm semen shot deep within your pussy.

Nanami took deep breathe trying to calm himself after such an intense orgasm, his eyes looking at you watching as you starred at him with stars in your eyes.

“You, okay?” Nanami asked with his cock still buried inside you. You nodded in agreement causing Nanami to let a sigh of relief out.

Nanami carefully pulled out of you letting out a groaned as he slipped out of your warm walls. He watched as a wave of cum dripped out of you pussy.

“If you don’t fall pregnant after tonight then ill be surprised” Nanami commented as he lied down beside you pushing the damp hair from your face as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You looked at Nanami with so much love in your eyes, as you savoured your moment together.

“I’m sorry” Nanami said as he continued to look you in your eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize” you said with a giggle as everyday Nanami would say sorry to you for his past actions.

“I have to till the day I die” Nanami said as he his arms now came around your waist holding you closely to his chest.

“I never want to lose you again (Y/N)” Nanami said as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’ll always be my woman”.

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Thank you all so much for the love , support , analysis and memes for the other woman, its truly been amazing to write this. Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy this last chapter and that this satisfies both the gojo and nanami stans.

Special thanks to @vnsomniac for making a playlist for this series ♡

Lots of love RinRin

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Hello, people!

This is a writing blog about things I was inspired to write about. It's a recent hobby that I have taken upon. It's mostly about (x reader) with Jade being the female (Y/N) and Tatsu being the male (Y/N). I'll also make just (Y/N) stories if that's what you'd like!

So far, I feel comfortable writing about:

Lego Ninjago

Lego Monkie Kid

MHA/BNHA

If there are any other shows/movies/books you'd like me to write about, just ask! I'll be glad to write a short story (or smut fic) on the character of your choice!

We go by Jade and Tatsu, folks! Peace out!

#lego #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lego ninjago #ninjago #ln #mha #bnha #my hero academia #x reader #self insert #stories #new writter #hi

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aarcanechaoss · 2 years

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General Masterlist

Ultimate Masterlist

A- Angst, F- Fluff, C- Crack, S- Smut

Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima:

Looking Down A | Silence A | Monsters F | Stress Relief S | She A

Ranpo Edogawa:

Praising S | Big breasts & Ass S

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

The Enemy S |

Osamu Dazai:

The Past A

Kenji Miyazawa:

Wrong A

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Immunity C

Chuuya Nakahara:

Taming S | Shy S

Ryunosuke Akutagawa:

Bad Luck S

Gin Akutagawa:

My good clothes C (ft Tachihara)

Ichiyo Higuchi: MASTERLIST

I’m Just Me F

Higuchi Thoughts (Koyo, Kajii, Black Lizard) F

Other:

Safe word (Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Poe) S/F

Little sister (Dazai, Chuuya, Kenji) F

Murder him later (Gin x Tachihara) FC

Awkward (Higuchi, Tanizaki’s, Atsushi) F

Pregnant S/O (Chuuya, Ranpo, Atsushi) F

KOUSKE FUKUZAWA MASTERLIST

Black Clover

William Vangeance: MASTERLIST

Once Upon a Dream F

Licht the Elf King

A Sort of Thanks S w/ Fem OC

Sukehiro Yami:

Mind Bound A (ft Charlotte)

When in doubt f**k it out S

Nozel Silva:

More S (ft Dorothy)

Charlotte Roselei:

Five Months F (ft Yami)

Dorothy Unsworth:

Thrilled S (ft Nozel)

Asta:

The Luckiest F (ft Yuno, Black Bulls)

Other:

Safe word (Zora, Nozel, Jack) S/F

Just a kiss (Dorothy x Nozel) F

Y/N’s brothel past (fem, reaction) AS

Big breasts & ass (Nozel, Zora) S

Vermillion Tales (Vermillion family, Crimson Lions) AW

Congratulations (Damnatio Kira) A

Haikyuu

Shoyo Hinata:

Ghoulish A

Other:

TATSU KAGEYAMA MASTERLIST

My Hero Academia

Tomura Shigaraki:

Photograph S | Part Two S

Other:

Transparency C

YORU SHIMURA MASTERLIST

Stories not continued / Paused

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Black Clover

A New Life - BSD

Bungou Stray Spike - BSD x Haikyuu

Hope for All - MHA

#bnha #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bsd #bungou stray dogs #black clover #haikyuu

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toji-girl · 2 months

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jjk drabbles

🩷= smut | 🐇= fluff | ☁️ = angst | 💜= dark content | wc: under 1k

someone went around reporting pretty much all of my nsfw works so I will be reposting this.

multiple characters

telling them you're pregnant (ft: Toji + Satoru) - 🩷

telling them you're pregnant (ft: Suguru + Sukuna + Kento) - 🩷

three is a crowd (ft: Mei Mei & Satoru) - 🩷

Kento Nanami

cuddle-fucking (ask) - 🩷

puppy! reader - 🩷

sugary sweet (not rated but tw for weed and wine)

goodbye - ☁️

breeding - 🩷

duel husbands (ft Tatsu) - 🩷

pregnancy mishap - ☁️

Suguru Geto

best friend - 🩷

Satoru Gojo

lactation kink - 🩷

labor time - 🩷

ridin' him - 🩷

rimming - 🩷

Takuma Ino

pretty boy - 🩷

event - 🩷

Shiu Kong

at work - 🩷

Yuta Okkotsu

good boy - 🩷🐇

Ryomen Sukuna

all his - 🩷

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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No need to ask

Pairing: Tatsu x Female!Reader

Slot:Big Sub

Tatsu always took care of everything for you,you barely had to think about housework. You knew he worked hard to make you happy,you had to force him to take breaks otherwise he’d never stop. You got off work earlier than usual and made your way back home to surprise him.

“Tatsu” You called out his name as you opened the door.

“Welcome home” He turned to look at the clock “You’re home early,I should start preparing dinner. I’ll go run you a bath and call you when it’s ready” He tried to rush but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug,he hugged you,rubbing your back. “Is something wrong? Did something happen at work?” He cupped your face,forcing you to look up at him.

“I’m fine,Tatsu. Just missed you” As you stood there holding each other,you realized how much time you missed out on. “Tatsu,I don’t want anything else right now I just want you” Standing on your toes as he leaned down so you could kiss him. “Tatsu,I’m lucky to have you”

“I’m the lucky one Y/N”

“Not as much as me” You laughed,kissing him again. “Let me prove it to you” You pulled him into your shared bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed,you quickly got on top and pinned him down. “You’re always the best husband ever,taking care of absolutely everything and you’re always there to make me feel better. You make me the happiest person in the world” You leaned down to whisper “And I think you deserve a reward for all that hard work,wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y/N”

He was holding onto your hips but didn’t pull you down or grip hard enough to leave marks,he was just holding you,letting his hands rest there as you moved faster.

“Tatsu” His grip on you got tighter,that meant he wanted you to go faster. You pulled him up so his chest was touching yours with each breath. You clung onto him as you bounced faster,up and down biting down on his neck as you did. His arms wrapped around you,his head thrown back to let you bite down harder.

“Y/N,I can’t hold out any longer”

“Than don’t,you don’t need to ask”

#tatsu x reader #tatsu imgaine #tatsu smut #twothh x reader #twothh #the way of the house husband #the way of the house husband x reader #the immortal dragon

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lunaekalenda · 1 year

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☁︎ love.

☁︎ warnings: smut · minors don't interact · fem!bodied reader · unprotected sex · fingering · mutual pleasure · just everything is soft and passionate and lovely · 2.8k words because tatsu does something on me i can't explain yet (i'm also sorry for the way i'm gonna selfishly write for him non-stop)

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

"Good training, boys!" Tatsuru's voice can be heard from the steps of the Sports Center where they train. He's quick to find you between the other people sitting around, and gives you a luminous smile as he walks in big steps to reach you, with the edge of the T-shirt between his fingers so that he can wipe his forehead, exposing shiny skin and muscled body to you. His rebel locks stick to his forehead as he tries to take them away. He reaches the steps quickly, strong arms holding on to the railing to effortlessly propel himself up to your height. You pass him a bottle of water as you get close to receive a peck from him. "You should come to see me train more often. It gives me kinda luck." he says, still gripped to the railings. You smile before he jumps again to the floor, drinking a long sip. "Let me shower and I'll be back with you, love". He leaves shortly, meeting the rest of the team to head to the changing rooms. You sit on your place again, taking your things and leaving to wait for him near the exit. You told him you would pick him up by car, but he insisted on taking a walk together, even after all the tiring training and the office hours. He's outside shortly, talking with Mikoto, who leaves on another direction towards his car. Tatsu drops one arm around your shoulders before snuggling you up close to his body. "It's been a time since we walked together home, isn't it?" You nod as he walks at a slow pace, adapting his strides to your steps, enjoying a good conversation and a nice weather. You pass in front of Tatsuru's old house, the building in which the corporation allowed them to live, and where most of his workmates still sleep. Even when the two of you were comfortable on your respective work flats, once you started dating, you knew you needed to move together, get intimacy and privacy, and mostly, don't get interrupted by drunk badminton teammates who wanted Tatsu's brother energy to console them. They even do now, paying visits to your common house, not far from your offices, and Tatsu does join them from time to time to grab a drink after training or to make some assignments on his old residence.

Tatsuru's big hands rest on your waist as you enter home, and he leaves the sport bag near the entrance as well as his shoes, doing you the same by his side. He smiles from a side before caging you on the entrance wall, hazel eyes fixed on yours. "You came to cheer on me on my training. I'm so lucky." he says. His face gets closer to yours as he lets his body fall a little, pressed against your caged one, but feeling safe between his arms. "I was unable to say it on the sports center, or else everyone would have to see the corniest scene of all time." both of you let a little laugh escape, the sound getting mixed as your breaths do, gazes still tangled in comfortable silence, until he speaks again. "Thank you for being always there for me. Not only for cheering on me on trainings or matches, but on life." his cheeks get a pinky blush when he thinks about what to say next. "It seems impossible, but I feel like I fall in love with you more and more everyday. It's... I can't really explain it." You understand what he's trying to say because that's how you feel about him. Every day you feel more attracted to him, more in love. Every single little thing you learn about him makes it even harder. How can you feel uninterested on him now that you know that he has a picture of you on his office table? That it's not a coincidence when your favorite song plays on the car when he picks you from work? That his old t-shirts you use to sleep keep smelling like him, even after all the time you've been using them?

Tatsuru's way of caring is so special that you feel happy to being loved this way, and you try your best to return your love to him. Taking your hand, he walks towards the bedroom, probably tired from all the hours standing. He sits on the bed, taking you with him, until your legs rest on the sides of his and your face its a the same height as his. He takes a lock away of your eyes sweetly, before leaning closer and kissing you.

His lips taste as the very first ray of sunshine during spring, and his caresses feel like the subtle touch of feathers. His hands travel from your sides to your exposed cleavage, breaking the kiss to get air. His eyes shine when they look at you, and you think you've never seen him this handsome: breathless, tender, in love. So in love you can even feel how much of it he's expressing without words, you're able to feel his warmth through his touch and his kisses, you can understand him with just a single touch. The bond between you is so deep and so strong that it's unbreakable. His long fingers take a lock of hair away of your eyes, the ones that stare back at him with the same amount of feelings. He lets his index slide off your face, reaching your lips, tracing their form softly.

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to kiss you." he murmurs. You also remember the first time you saw him, so friendly, so loud, so easy to reach. You felt like he was the piece missing on your life during your first conversation. The way your hearts connected on your first met was something to study. "It was so hard for me to keep the train of thinking while you spoke... I could only see your lips, how you licked them, how you bite them. It was pure torture for me, love." He gives a soft peck to them, followed by another one, two, three. His finger gives another long caress to your lip when he parts again, eyes fluttering from your mouth to your eyes, half open, half close, shining with love and darkening with lust. "I wanted to know you more from the single second you spoke to me." he whispers, his fingertip now softly pressing on your bottom lip. Both your hands tangle around his neck, fingers caressing his scalp lovingly, dirty blond locks carefully escaping through your fingers.

"I wanted to kiss you too." you admit under his gaze. He smiles gently, getting closer to your again. His hands found their natural way to your hips as his lips touch yours when he speaks again.

"I'm glad I did, then." he smiles against your mouth, so tempting, so close to kissing you again. "I'm so glad." His lips collide with yours on such a deep way, you feel the same butterflies inside that the afternoon he kissed you for the first time on the park, near the hippo, right after a badminton training. You could never get enough of him, of his kisses, his hugs, his body and his words. Meeting him felt like finding a place to be safe, a place to return to, a place to call home. He was there for you as you were there for him. He never questioned your feelings and you never disrespect his boundaries. You were more than a lover for the other, a soulmate, a pillar. He parts again, slowly sliding your jacket away from your shoulders, fabric tickling your skin as you observe how your boyfriend's gaze is so attentive to every inch of skin exposed. His lips are quick to replace the clothing, kissing, bitting, sucking lovely on your skin, near your cleavage and drawing a soft line with his tongue towards your shoulder. Your fingertips hurt from the desire to touch his skin, and you take the edges of his t-shirt, slowly taking it off with his help, before finding his mouth again against yours. Your hands wander over his body, touching sweetly every spot, every muscle and inch of skin, as his push your body closer to yours, tenderly, as if he was afraid of breaking you. Tatsu parts again, looking at you directly, taking your t-shirt between his fingers and asking with a look if he has permission to undress you. Nodding, he takes it away with ease, his long arms pulling it far from your body. The way Tatsu looks at you regularly is full of tenderness and softness, but now, undressed in front of him, his gaze shows pure adoration. His eyes scan slowly your body, from the parts that you like, from the others you learned to love by his side. Tatsuru’s kisses never skip a place, his hands never leave spots without caresses.

“I think I say this enough.” he murmurs, untying the ribbon that keeps your pants on. His fingers play with the soft fabric, before unzipping them. “But I love you.” his hand sneaks to your back, palm open and resting between your shoulder blades, while he pushes your body against his and gets up. “I love you too.” With your trousers half undone and undressed from waist all way up, he turns around, leaving your body on the bed with softness, letting the covers kiss your back while he kisses your lips. He parts, kneeling on the bed in front of you, all his height above your body as he masterfully takes away your pants. His lips outline a smile and his hands travel down to his own zipper, taking it down with parsimony under your attentive gaze. He takes half of his hair on a ponytail, as he usually does while he trains, and he goes down on your body, kissing from cleavage to hips and kicking his pants our of his legs. His mouth gets entertained on the waist of your panties, deciding if he should take them away or else keep them on place. He decides for the second option when he gives an open-mouth kiss to the limit of your underwear before going up on you, reaching back to your mouth, passionately kissing you as his hands wander on your body again, fingers on your underwear when he presses a finger right on your core. You moan against his smile when he does it again, body snuggled up against his and hands gripping on his biceps. “How pretty.” he whispers, giving a long caress above your underwear. “Your body searches mine with such a desperation… Do I make you feel that good?”

Your legs tingle and they move by themselves when he caresses rhythmically on your body, as you hide your face on his bare chest and you dig your nails on his arm subtly, mouth open and legs closing against his fist. “It is too good, too good.” your words leave your mouth like a sigh as he keeps moving his index against you. “You always make me feel good.” you leave a kiss on his chest, right above where his heart is, before feeling how his finger sneaks under the fabric and touches you directly. Your body contracts and moves towards his, as his finger keeps playing and his lips keep kissing the top of your head. Your hand sneaks down until you touch him softly, making him groan and finger you deeper, faster. He makes you feel good, but you wanted to make him feel good as well, so you sneak your hand on his underwear, touching him with cold hands.

"There, there...." his voice sounds raspy as he speaks, gasping for air when your fingers change the movement suddenly, centering on his tip. His free hand grips your waist as the other keeps thrusting his index on you. You help yourself to take his underwear away as he does with yours, letting nothing but the subtle light of his side table illuminate your bodies. His full height is now again above yours, one arm resting near your head for balance as the other is still busy on you, still touching, still pinching on the skin of your inner thighs. Then, he looks at you again, and you feel his gaze deep inside, so full of feelings, so intense. “I need you, love. I need to feel you.” he asks, breathy words whispered on your neck as he lets his head fall towards the crook of it. Your body trembles on anticipation when you feel his fingers checking if you’re wet enough for him. He always cares to keep you comfortable, to avoid hurting you and to give you all the pleasure he’s able to. You tangle your legs around his waist as an invitation for him to do it, the movement giving you both the friction you were asking for. His hands guide himself towards you and, with a slow thrust, he’s inside and taking your hips up to match his kneeled body. Words are not really necessary in this moment, you understand him with just the subtle touch of his fingertips, the gazes he gives you from above and the way your bodies seem to understand the other’s.

He looks way too ethereal like this, even like a god, holding half of your body in the air with one hand as he wipes pearls of sweat from his forehead, hips slowly thrusting to get a pace that both of you would enjoy. His fingers grip your waist as you cover your face with your hands, sweet and soft moans escaping through your fingers. “Don’t cover yourself.” he asks. He’s not being rude, nor bossy. “Let me see how I hit the right spots, please. I want to see that pretty face of yours.” You take your hands softly away from your face, at the same time he lets your body rest against the bed, fully on top of you, letting his chest press softly against yours and his lips brush against your mouth with every movement. One of his hands sneaks up from your hips, reaching your arm, and running towards your hand, tangling his fingers on yours and giving it a light squeeze. The way his body finds yours on every thrust is addictive, and how your moans mix with his heavy breath reminds you of the way it feels to discover your new favorite song. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead while his hips slowly hit against you again, making your legs tremble around his waist and your sore throat moan his name. “‘Tsuru…” your voice breaks with the next thrust, and he sighs on top of you, rolling his hips again, so softly, so subtle, that it gives you nothing more than pleasure.

“Do it again.” he pleads, pecking your lips, caging a groan between them. “Moan my name again, darling.” he whispers, again moving against you, again reaching that pleasuring point, again making you forget anything but his name and his love and his body and his voice. His body finds yours again, and again, and his name leaves your mouth as a prayer. You feel so drunk of him, your senses are full of his sweetness. Even now, with pleasure almost making you lose your mind, you can only admire him, his features when his thrusts get faster, deeper and erratic; his chest, breathing quickly; the strong squeezes in your hand. His mere presence makes your chest warm and your bodies tangled on the covers, without letting any space between you two, feel close to heaven. He releases with soft groans, quick pecks on your jaw as your insides squeeze him back, body trembling and mixed quick breaths as he rests his body next to yours, head on your chest, while you caress his hair, still shaky and trembling. Tatsuru’s skin feels hot against your cold one, and he kisses the place where his head rests before looking at you. He puts one of his hands on your cheek, checking your eyes while he speaks. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m alright, Tatsu.” you smile at him as he gets closer for another passionate, deep kiss. His hands wander on your back as yours get buried on his dirty blond hair. “I’m very good.” he smiles when he listens to your statement. Taking him close to you again, he stops you before you’re able to kiss him again.

“If you kiss me again… We might have to take a little more time before dinner.” he jokes, forehead still resting against you when you get closer to his mouth again, tempting, kissing nothing more than a subtle touch.

“Who needs dinner, anyway?” your words seem to convince him when he takes you on his arms, laughing softly as your mouths search each other again under the now attentive gaze of the moon.

#salaryman's club #salarymans club x you #salarymans club x reader #salaryman’s club smut #rymans club x you #rymans club x reader #tatsuru miyazumi smut #tatsuru miyazumi #miyazumi tatsuru smut #miyazumi tatsuru x reader #miyazumi tatsuru #tatsuru miyazumi x reader smut #tatsuru miyazumi x reader #rymans club smut #salarymans club smut #minors don't look #minors dni

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