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dark-night-hero · 5 months

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Imagine as you walked into the grocery store, pushing the cart in one hand and the other holding on into the little boy you are to look after for the day, your phone rings causing you to look at the little guy before he gives a nod, letting go of your hand and holding on into the cart as the two of you pushes it forward as you grab your phone with your empty hand.

"What's the matter?" You spoke as soon as you answered the call from Shoko. "You with Megumi?" "Yeah, Gojo left him with me, he and his lover was sent into different mission and there was no one to look after him. Why did you call?" "Just checking up on you.."

Imagine in the middle of your call, you realize something was missing. Megumi is missing. Where is Megumi? "Hey, I got to go." "Alright. Take care... Suguru was last spotted in there, that's what I actually wanted to say." "..." Then the call ended and you took a dep breath. So what if Suguru was last spotted in here? What's important is that you LOST Megumi. You're fucked. Though it would be refreshing seeing Gojo's reaction over this. Such a same he was out on a mission you couldn't even call him.

Imagine, the funny thing is that in the process of making your way into the customer service, you spotted a child, a little girl in the corner looking lost and guarded up. Looking left and right, making sure that you had it right that she was lost as a couple of adults passed by her with a care. You decided to approach the child. "Hello little one, are you lost?" As you get down on your knees to be on the same level as her, she backed down a bit, looking at you with trembling almost scared gaze that was soon filled with familiarity? Curiosity. "...Yes." She utter as she kept looking at you. "Well do you mind coming with me? I'm looking for my child too, lets go to the customer service together and wait for your parents to come and get you, hmm? How about that?" "... Okay." "Oh, I forgot to ask but you don't have to answer if you feel uncomfortable. What's your name?" "Mimiko..." "You have a beautiful name." You said with a smile and tap her in the head before offering a hand.

Imagine by the time you manage to make it to the customer service, cart on one hand full of grocery bags while the other was holding on into Mimiko, you spotted a little boy with a bored look in his face. It was Megumi. "Oh goodness, Megumi. I'm glad you're safe." You said with a smile on your face as you let go of the cart, keeping one hand into holding Mimiko while the other reach out to mess up Megumi's spiky styled hair. "You picked up another child on your way here?" "Darling, you are a child too, just where did you wander around to get lost?"

Imagine in the middle of giving information about the lost little girl with the people in the customer service. "Mimiko!" A familiar, a very familiar voice made you halt for a moment then you continue despite the fact that he just utter the name of the girl who was lost. For a moment, anger, rage filled your veins but you took a deep breath to calm yourself as you look at the two child close to you, Megumi holding the hem of your pants and Mimiko holding close to you like she was embarrassed.

"Mimiko! I told you strictly to stay by my side! Do you know how worried I a-!" "Mister, mind your tone, you're scaring the child." As much as you want to walk away, as much as you want to hold Megumi by his hand and pretend all of this isn't happening, the way the little girl, Mimiko was holding into your pants makes your heart ache. Funny a few moments ago, you were kind of resentful of her knowing this girl, this child was one of the reason, the breaking point of everything in which he end up turning his back to all of you, leaving you all alone.

"Who-- (Yo-Your name)." The words he was about to say as you turn around to face him. How long was it since he have seen you in person. No, wait. Is this a dream? It should be for there is no way on earth you are actually right in front of him. But you are, and he was aware of this, all of his senses were telling him you are in fact right in front of him, face to face, just within his reach. And as much as he want to pull you in his arms. He couldn't do that. He can't. Oh god. Oh god how much he was forcing himself to stay still, resisting ever muscle in his body to prevent himself from launching himself at you. It's been so long. It's only been months since he have left but damn, fuck, he missed you. And the fact that you are right in front of him and that he couldn't do a thing physically hurts him.

Imagine ignoring him, (eye color) iris looking down on the other looking similat to the girl on your side but with a different hair color. You gave her a smile before once again kneeling down next to the little girl on your side, Mimiko. "Darling? Why don't you go over Mister?" "..." "He didn't mean to get mad okay? He was just worried about you, it is also your mistake just like Megu over here that you stray away from your guardian okay?" "... really?" "Yes darling, really. Go over there to Mister, okay? I promise you, he's a good person, he's not going to get mad at you just because of a simple mistake."

Imagine, Suguru doesn't know what hurts him even more. The fact that you refuse to acknowledge him or the fact that you said he was a good person when he knows he's not. Not when it comes to the people he killed, not to those friends he have left and disappointed, and not to you whom he left with nothing, not even a word, he left and ever looked back even after all the things both of you have been through, even after all the love that was given. How could he still be a good person to you?

Imagine as Mimiko finally gain the courage to make it back to stay by his side. He watch you tap the two girl by his side, completely ignoring him or so he thought when his purple iris meeting a pair of (eye color) ones. The world around the two of you seems to stop as so much was said into the unsaid. Then you turn around, you turn around like you did not just ask him by the looks of your eyes which says 'You're not going to chase after me, will you?'

Imagine as you walked away, hand holding on into Megumi's little hands and the other still pishing the cart out of rhe grocery. You stop but did not turn around. "Suguru." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He almost replied back to you by mistake. "This day never happened." Funny as it may sound, he too agreed this day never happened. But it already happened. "Also." This time you glance back slightly. "That's a nice twin girls you got there, take a good care of them. Okay?" "I think I'm doing a great job actually." "Good." He basically choses them over you, that should be the right answer for both of you but why does it hurt?

"Are you okay?" The little hand tried squeeze your big ones causing you to chuckle. "I'm okay." "..." "I'm okay Megu." You gave his little hand a squeeze back. But you're crying is what Megumi wants to stay but could only shut his mouth, hoping his little yet gentle presence might be enough for you to calm down. It did help, and you're very much appreciative of it. But knowing you aren't enough to make him stay and that once again you were hoping he would chase after you but never did. Hurts. It hurts like shit.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: honestly super close into making an actual series of Geto x Reader but im fucking busy at the moment, fuck college. Also I got reslly inspired bu this TIKTOK fanart so I decided to make this.

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rayaswrittings · 3 months

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Dirty little secret

Pairing: Fathers best friend!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a little to much fun celebrating your birthday, and the man you often caught yourself fantasizing about was the one to take you home.

Warning(s): Mature language, use of alcohol, Corruption kink, DOM!Geto, Praise kink, 15 year!age gap, unprotected p in v, degradation, cr*ampie, f!ngering, marking, mentions of blood, semi public??? This smut is LONG

Saturday nights were usually days where Geto would relax and take a break from anything outside, but for today, he had to make an exception just for you.

Suguru Geto was your father’s best friend and right hand man when it came to anything business related. You grew up knowing him as one of the people you looked up to, but sometimes you couldn’t help but think about why that was.

As you got older, you’d catch yourself staring at the older man way more then usual. You’d notice when his hair was washed fresh and new, or when he cut his hair and gained the smallest amount of muscle. Your mind had memorized every scar from previous battles that scattered his skin, and you knew how many chisels he had on his chest. You never realized how good looking he had been till you grew up.

As for Suguru, ever since you’d turned 21, he had his eyes glued to you and the way you were. Just like you, he’d find himself staring at your hips when you’d sit down and how they outlined your perfect hourglass body, or the way your hair touched the small of your back. He’d often take you fighting with him and that only made it worse, seeing the way your body moved when you pulled back from your enhanced reflexes or even just stretched.

It was safe to say the two of you had the most forbidden feeling toward one another, and it made both of you feel so terrible.

Tonight was your 23rd birthday and of course you decided to share it with friends and family in an open area within Tokyo. Most of the other jujutsu sorcerer’s had went but there were also people you knew who couldn’t go, having to tend to duties or watch their children since your party was definitely an adult only type of event. Your father was one of them, out running a search and rescue with a few other men while you celebrated without him.

It bothered you at first but you couldn’t think of anything else other then the drinks you had downed over the course of the night. You’d danced with many guys, sung with your friends, and even made a toast to which your very drunk words barely let you finish. It was safe to say you were the most drunk you’d ever been.

And Suguru saw that.

“Having fun, Kid?” He asks, approaching you. Your conversation was cut short by the deep voice behind you, your laughing coming to an end as you turn to the familiar face with a smile.

“Geto! Your here!” You threw your arms around his large torso making him let out a small grunt, holding up your drunken body that so easily gave into his touch. “Thought you’d never show” Your friends are watching you with a smirk on their faces, eyes on the man above you that they so obviously thought was attractive as well. After all, he was Suguru Geto.

He frowns, excusing the two of you from your friend group before bringing you away from the crowd, gently pulling you off of him. “You’re trashed, aren’t you?” You giggle and shake your head, taking another sip of the cup that was in your hand.

“N-no! This—this is water!” You argue, holding it up to show him. He only sighs at you, reaching to take it but you quickly pulled it back, shaking your head. “I promise, Suguru! What’s the difference? It’s my birthday, you know?”

“I do know, and your shitfaced, Y/N. It’s time to get you home” He reaches for your drink again, this time being able to grab hold on it but not without your retaliation. “I’m really not trying to-“ Just then, the alcohol spilled all over you. Both of your hands drop the glass once you let out a gasp and look down to watch it run down your body. Your clothing was now drenched, dripping with liquid all the way down your legs.

“Are you happy! Now my clothes are wet and I don’t even have a drink” Geto doesn’t miss how you sniffle, kneeling down to see if the glass was broken which it so clearly was. He sighs and walks over to your helpless body, lifting you up gently so you wouldn’t stumble into it. “I was just having fun!”

“I know, pretty girl. I know” He thumbs away the preexisting tears that slipped down your cheeks before kneeling down, lifting you into his arms. “I’m gonna take you home, alright? Get you cleaned up, your gonna feel so much better” His voice is soothing against your ear and you can’t help but nod, closing your eyes to rid you of the spinning feeling inside your head.

You’re relaxed as the man carries you through the streets of Tokyo, staring up at his features that you noticed never drastically changed since he was younger. His skin was glowing in the moonlight above you, and his eyes were big trying to find your home in the dark. You giggle at his frustrated expression, reaching up to touch his face.

“You look pretty, Sorry for screaming at you” Your apology makes him chuckle and his eyes are suddenly back on you, watching as a smile crept up to your lips. “I want a bath… a bath sounds amazing right now”

“Good thing that’s exactly where I’m taking you, huh?” You hum in agreement as he enters your home, turning on the lantern that lit up your entire bedroom. He sat you on your bed before excusing himself to grab some water and maybe some food for you to eat, trying to at least sober you up a tiny bit before you fell asleep.

You on the other hand, worked to remove your wet clothing that stuck to your skin. You had on celebration clothes so they were much more uncomfortable and skin showing, but the top wouldn’t come off and you were getting frustrated. Your mind begins to roam with anxiety as you fiddle with the strings, afraid of what Geto might say when he comes back to your half naked body.

But another part of your brain is telling you to keep it there. To keep the wet top on your body so it continued to show the curve of your breasts and nipples, and to allow your bottom half to show on full display for the older man to see. The ideas intrigued you; having Suguru Geto look at you like that… to look at you with hungry eyes like you’d always imagine when you were alone.

Oh God, how badly you wanted him to touch you.

It was so forbidden but it felt so right, like you needed him to see you the way you saw him.

“Okay, here’s some…” Just as you had planned, you watched as his voice trails off and his eyes glue to your body, taking in every line that scattered your skin. You were practically naked for fucks sake, how could he not look? He hated himself. He hated that he saw you the way he did but the truth was that he couldn’t see you any other way. He saw the way you’d look at him every so often and you saw the way he’d look at you, there was no reason to hide it anymore.

“I need some help with my top, Suguru” Your voice is soft and slightly demanding as you stand to your feet, watching as he clears his throat, setting down the food and water he had grabbed for you. “It’s stuck… and sticky”

“Your uh… you don’t have anything on, Y/N-“

“Yes I do. I have this on” you tug at the top on your chest, watching him take a deep breath. Were you getting to him? You definitely were. His eyes are anywhere but near you now which made a smirk tug at your lips, approaching the man. “What is it, Geto? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a woman without clothes before?”

He fought with himself as he tried to hold back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your hips, taking a liking to the curve of your body. You were a tease, who knew? It was wrong of him to look at you like this… but why couldn’t he stop? Why couldn’t he turn away.

A single hum vibrates through your throat as you let your hand reach for his arm, fingertips ghosting over his skin. Yes, you were intoxicated but you knew exactly what you were doing. If anything, you were glad you had the liquid courage to do this because if you were sober, you would’ve never tried.

But believe it or not, you deeply wanted to do this.

“Y/N” Your name comes hoarse out of his mouth, almost in a warning tone. You were playing with fire, didn’t you know this? Geto was so much bigger then you, and his gaze burned holes through your skin whenever he looked at you. “Your drunk, sweetheart” He breathes but you only giggle, eyes taking in his every ab and detail on his chest; his very strong, large chest. You look up to the man with that same smirk still on your face, letting your fingers move from his arm to his chest.

“And so, so horny” His cock twitches at your words, your eyes were burning against his own, and your face was almost undeniable in that moment. Your sweet doe eyes were big and pleading but your body was confident, touching his like it was going to take what it wanted. “Come on, Suguru. You want to help me, don’t you?” Stop looking at her! Just put her to bed and leave! Geto’s thoughts were roaming so wildly through his head, the only thing that was holding him back was the fact you were so clearly drunk, and he feared taking advantage of you.

“I can’t help you, not if your drunk” He finally refuses but your not taking that answer, only touching more sensitive areas on his body to gain his upmost attention.

“I appreciate you for saying that, but you and I both know I’ve been wanting this. You, have been wanting this too” Your voice is soft but full of intent as you press your hand to his chest, feeling the chisels of his abs between your fingers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when we fight, and how you watch my hips sway when I walk” He looks down at you as you watch your hands against him, letting them guide themselves up his perfectly toned body. “Tell me, sir. Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”

His breath is hitched as you let your hands travel up his back, moving closer to the man with ease. You had him right where you wanted him. “I… I don’t think-“

“Don’t lie to me, Geto” Your eyes meet at your words and he can no longer act like it’s not true, taking a deep breath before nodding his head gently to you. “I touched myself to you this morning, you know why? God, you just looked so good with your hair wet, and the way the water fell down your body… makes me so hot”

Your hand eventually made it to the back of his neck, snaking under his soft hair with ease. You were as close as you could be, eyes looking up at him with that pleading look. “Always think about how good you’d treat me, how good you’d fuck me” You could feel his heart beating faster and faster against you, and you watched as his eyes slowly forgot their loving state that he was so obviously trying to fight. “Why are you still holding back? You want me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me?” Now you were just being a brat. Your voice was clearly in a teased tone and your body language was trying to get the best of his, you could see his jaw clenching at every word you uttered.

You lean up to the older man’s ear, brushing your lips against its lobe. Your breath was hot against his ear and you could feel his hands start to move from his sides, hesitant to touch your waist. “You better make me beg, Mr. Geto” That was it. That was his breaking point.

From the moment you whispered in his ear, to when his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, you couldn’t remember much until he was pushing you against the wall of your cave, keeping a slight amount of distance between the two of you as he took in your messy-hair state. You were laughing, biting your nail like this was funny to you. Geto didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you.

“Your playing a dangerous game, Kid” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the cave’s walls, closing you between him and the stone. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I thought you were able to tame cursed spirits…. Isn’t dangerous your thing?” The two of you stood there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until he finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as soon as you moaned against him. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

Once again, your back is crashed against the wall as he completely devours your lips into his, fingers digging into your skin as did yours to his silk hair, slight pulling it back when you needed to breath. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless above him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big, he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“Older girls wait” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his teeth were brushing your skin, hungry for it like some starved vampire. He wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to.

“Nothing’s stopping you from getting an older girl” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “And nothings stopping you from marking me” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“Can’t have an older girl when I have a brat I need to take care of, now can I?” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. You were a brat, but you were his brat. “That’s how you like it, huh? Like being bad?” Your ears are perking at his every word and your eyes light up with a laugh to your lips, smile so big you couldn’t relax it. “Jesus, you’re so dirty, aren’t you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find that out” His eyes. Oh Jesus, his eyes were so hungry as he set you down on your feet, giving you a devilish look before kneeling in front of you. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the wall, not even realizing the man under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on the man under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “K-knew you wanted this too…” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this man knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t fall. Geto was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“That’s all? Maybe your the one holding back” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “S-Suguru, let me sit down fir-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been sitting, but your legs couldn’t function correctly when he was destroying them under you.

His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Suguru, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? You were being such a brat, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your fathers best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this older man. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

In only seconds, your coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak under you as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Geto’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Geto!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t stand much longer. You had to lay down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs straight, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

“Down” Was all he said to get you to do just that, falling to your knees in front of him. You shouldn’t have teased him, huh? You really, shouldn’t have. “This your first time, sweetheart?” He asks, obviously teasingly as he strokes your hair, making your eyes roll.

Your small hands work to untie his sweats, letting them fall to the floor under you. God, your suspicions were more than right. He was big, so fucking big you were unsure if it’d even fit inside you. Your body was small compared to his, and something like this was almost double the size of the first guy you’d been with.

“It’s okay, Pretty girl. You’re innocent aren’t you? Thats what everyone tells me, hmm? My innocent, good little girl” That’s it. You don’t even listen to Him as you take his large length in your hand, leaning over it to let a line of spit drip onto the skin. Geto watches closely as your tiny hand spreads the spit around his cock, stroking the base of it. His hand falls to the side of your head as you let your tongue push against his tip, swirling around its mushroom head. You weren’t even doing much but Geto couldn’t help but go completely feral for you, praising your every move with heavy breaths.

You open your mouth to him, closing it around his cock once you went as far as your could. You look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, driving him absolutely insane. He was already harder then he had to be, now it was you teasing him for it. Your mouth is warm around him and he can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you, that thought alone made him feral. Your already stroking him faster and sucking him harder, tired of waiting for him to be inside of you. You could taste the sweet pre that leaked from his tip, humming around his painfully hard cock that sent vibrations through his body.

“Want to fuck your face… Gonna be a good girl and let daddy do that?” You bat your eyelashes at the man above you, removing your hand from his shaft along with your mouth, sitting back on your knees. He chuckles, pushing his thumb against your lip to open your small mouth, grabbing hold of his cock to press onto your soft tongue. “Such a dirty girl. A shame your dad doesn’t know your not at that party right now”

Your mouth is already filled before you could respond, and you could feel every ounce of him push into your throat as he strokes into it, holding your head to guide it along his shaft. Your nails dig into his thighs and make him groan, throwing his head back at the unbelievable sensation you gave him. You were so good for him, it made him wish you had been older so it wasn’t so wrong of him to breed you… but you both knew it was.

“Fuck, just like that. Taking me so well—wish you would’ve came to me sooner, Kid” you moan against his cock, the lines of spit from your mouth were now dripping between the two of you, making a mess of the ground. “All that shit that comes out your mouth about how your so innocent, about how your such a good little princess? Where’s your mouth now? Huh, girl?” He wanted to stay there forever but he knew he couldn’t. He was close enough, he needed to fuck you now.

He pulls you off of him, allowing you to gasp with your chest heavy, following his instructions to move to the bed. You didn’t even have a minute to adjust yourself before he’s already towering over you, pushing you onto your back and pulling you by your ankles closer to his body.

“Suguru” You call to him breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He looks to you with his ears perked, watching as a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. “Use me” Your words are like a command almost, and his face is already meeting yours, kissing your lips roughly as he hovered over you. If it was rough you wanted, it was rough you’d get.

His cock is pressed against your entrance almost instantly, your slick coating it’s head with ease as he runs it along your slit. You were ready, you wanted him for far too long and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes give him a reassuring look before you press your forehead against his, feeling him slowly push his tip into you.

His fingertips are caressing your cheek, soothing you as your eyes squeeze shut. You wanted this and you weren’t a virgin, but this was nothing like before. “You okay, Sweet thing?” He asks softly and you nod, fingers intertwined in his hair. Geto stares longingly at you, watching your every move as your face contorts at the slight pain, pushing more into you slowly.

“Suguru” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “S’big… so fucking big” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the fur underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Now your just stroking my ego, pretty girl” He jokes, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “Jesus, your so perfect. Wish I could breed this pussy… this pretty little cunt of yours”

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Suguru! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of your cave but you don’t care, only worried about the man above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks your endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Geto for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. What would your dad say if he saw you? If he knew how badly you wanted me to fuck you? Such a dirty girl, Y/N” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Sugu—Mmph, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole city knows who’s fucking you this good” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Suguru…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it! Good fuckin’ girl!” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into you harder, watching your liquid release spurt from between the two of you. “Squirting all over me, can’t believe anyone actually believes your innocent”

“it’s—it’s too much!” You push on him but he obviously doesn’t budge, only rolling his eyes at your attempt.

“You begged me to fuck you like this and now you’re giving up? A shame, thought you were stronger then that” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn bright, scratching along his pale skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Come on, baby. Can’t seriously expect me to just let you off easy, hmm?” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Sugu—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, Suguru” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his teeth threaten to break through you but he held himself back, placing sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Kid. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, fuck me back!” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Mark me, Geto. Please… please mark me!” You beg making his ears perk, his chuckle against your ear making your skin shiver with goosebumps.

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart. M’sorry” He snaps his hips against you and you mewl loudly, crying out his name. “Just let me fuck you nice and good, yeah? Give you a birthday to remember” You huff, reaching back against him to grab his face.

You look over at him, your loving eyes practically begging him. “The back of my neck. N-nobody will see it! Nobody will know—fuck! Nobody will know it was you” you try to bargain and you can tell he was debating it, glancing down at the area on your neck. “Please, do it for me?” Fuck. That got him good. He cursed himself before pushing your hair away from behind your neck, leaning down to run his tongue along it.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one day” He sighs and you can feel his teeth press against your skin making your eyes roll back, feeling your third orgasm of the night slowly approaching. You let out a shaky breath against your hand as the slight sting took over your body, like you had been getting a tattoo for the first time.

“I’m… I’m gonna come again!” You whine, not daring to move your head as he soon released your skin. He was close, so fucking close and he knew this was as far as he could go. He needed you to come now.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them against your back, pushing your head to the mat as he sat up against you, slamming into you harder than before now. You’re a moaning mess under him and you know your done for, begging him for more and yelling to him how close you were getting. He couldn’t handle it.

“Come for me, baby. Need to paint that pretty face of yours” Geto moans above you and it makes you frown, pushing your hips harder against him as you clench around his cock, making it almost impossible to move. “Don’t be a brat, kid. You know I can’t do that” He already knows what you’ll ask but the answer was no. He couldn’t, he definitely couldn’t.

“I won’t get pregnant, I promise” You beg, knowing it was practically impossible for you to get pregnant because of the medicine you take. Geto kept repeating his answer with every stroke but as he continued, it didn’t seem to matter. You wouldn’t let him go. “Please, Sugu. Want it inside! I want all of you!”

“You’re so fucking drunk, Y/N. You don’t want that” He curses, holding himself back from releasing just off how tight you were clenching around him. You roll your eyes, you knew exactly what you were saying.

“Stop being an asshole and just fucking do it!” He groans loudly, pushing your head against the mat harshly as he picked up his pace, tightening his grip around your wrists. You had officially pissed him off. You were screaming under him, he wasn’t just kissing your cervix anymore but he was full on ramming into you, like a wild animal during its rut.

“Fucking brat, you never know when to shut up, huh? Come for me now, Y/N” You cry, unable to hold it any longer. His grunts are louder now and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, just waiting for you to release. You let out the loudest moan you could as you tip over your edge, fingers balling into a fist as you cry loudly from your orgasm. “That’s it! Milk my cock—good girl. Just like that!”

“Please give it to me, Suguru! I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Just give it to me!” You beg the man and with only a few more strokes, he pushes himself as deep as he could go inside you, releasing himself deep inside your dripping wet cunt. “Yes! Oh my god—yes!” Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against him, helping him ride out his high inside you.

The hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls, and he almost collapses onto you, holding himself up just inches from your body with his heavy, hot breath against your skin. The two of you are sweaty messes against each other and you don’t even know what to say, only laying there lifeless as he slowly slipped out of you. You could hear him moving around your room but you didn’t care. You couldn’t even move, you felt so weak.

He clicks his tongue as he kneels down to you, pushing away the hair that stuck to your face from the sweat. “So pretty like this—all fucked out and tired. Was it worth it, pretty girl?”

You open your eyes to the man standing above you, his sweats back on his body making you frown. “You’re leaving?” You question sadly and he sighs, looking over at the entrance to your home.

“Your father will be home soon, Kid. I can’t stay” Geto admits, sad as well that he can’t be with you. You wanted to argue but you knew he was right, giving him a small smile with your arms out for him. He kneels down so his face is level with your own, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. He hated the fact he had to leave you after doing that with you, he felt like an asshole.

But he couldn’t help the adrenaline rush he felt knowing how sneaky and secretive you two had to be from now on. It was so fucking hot.

But he couldn’t stay and get caught by your father. He didn’t want you to get in trouble, especially on your birthday.

For now, you were his dirty little secret.

Been obsessed over jjk for two weeks… sorry for my snc readers waiting for those but here’s my latest obsession 😋

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xarlenewithanx · 7 months

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Memories Bring Back You

Satoru Gojo x F! reader

Synopsis: After six years of drifting apart, a reunion event has brought you back into his embrace.

Content/s: fluff, high school setting, etc.

a/n: please forgive my writing, I don’t know how to write emotions so please bear with it. I am currently writing as many as I can rn to improve it.

word count: 1,592

Never once did the words ‘I love you’ escape his lips, nor did he display even the slightest hint of affection through his actions. Every time he approached you, a spark of hope would ignite within you, a longing for some acts of appreciation.

But nothing ever came. His emotional detachment remained constant, and you had reached your breaking point. For two long years, you had been in a relationship that felt like an emotional black hole, and you were tired of expecting something, only for it to be nothing.

You decided to end it all.

“Satoru,” you called out to him.

“Hmm?” He replied.

“I want to break up with you,”

His heart sank.

He stopped his tracks to turn to you. He couldn’t possibly be hearing that, right?

“Huh?” He asked, attempting to hear more clearly.

You sighed in annoyance.

“I said, I want to end this relationship” You spoke, clearly this time.

A deafening silence overwhelmed him as he tried to grasp your words to him.

“I think it’s time for us to embark on our own journeys,” you continued. “This doesn’t seem to be fulfilling for you as well, does it?”

You lightly smiled at him, fighting off the urge to show how you were hurting too, and turned around as you pivoted on your heel to distance yourself from him, only for him to reach out to you and pull you to an embrace from behind.

His sudden grasp on you almost made you lose balance, but he steadied himself into you so you didn’t collapse.

This was the first time he showed you affection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your body for a while.

“Satoru,” You snapped. “Please. For the last time, I will not change my decision.” You ordered.

“I’ll listen to you, so please, don’t leave me,” He mumbled. “Did I do something?” He asked, begging for an answer. “I promise, I’ll change,”

As much as you wanted to tell him about his neglectful behavior throughout your time together, what good will it do when you have decided it’s finally over?

“Satoru, as much as I wanted to stay, I possibly couldn’t. We all have our reasons to cut our ties with people, and for this one, it’s best if I don’t tell you. I don’t want to hurt you. so please, let me go, you’ll be happy once you remove a burden that’s been weighing you down.”

You freed yourself from his desperate hold and continued down your path. You didn’t dare to glance back at him, fearing to witness the depression and denial that was painted on his face.

That was a chapter from your past, precisely six years ago, during your final years at Jujutsu Tech. Upon graduation, you decided to put your exorcising activities to a halt. The graphic memories of your fellow students dying or being severely injured were a common sight that haunted you until graduation. You couldn’t bear to see more people suffer the same fate had you continued down that path.

Out of nowhere, your phone buzzed with a new message. The sender was Shoko, a name you haven’t seen in six long years. The message announced a reunion event held in your old school later that night.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you. It was a chance to reconnect with faces from your past. A time of reminiscence, a trip down memory lane.

The event was filled with people you knew six years ago, with faces both familiar and unfamiliar. The air was filled with joyous laughter and chatter as everyone exchanged their stories about their journeys post-graduation. The atmosphere was light-hearted, along with the clicking sound of glasses and the harmonious melodies of shared songs.

You excused yourself from the room, seeking solitude in the cool night air. As you strolled down the lanes of the school, lit with the soft glow of the full moon, were a memory of your time in Jujutsu Tech. Every corner, every room, brought back memories from your time with your old classmates.

You found yourself standing at the very place where you severed your ties with Satoru. The memories came flooding back, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. You could still feel the desperate pull of his embrace, his pleas for you to stay echoing in your ears. It was a moment frozen in time, a reminder that will stay with you forever.

“Hey!” a familiar voice reached out to you.

The sound was like a gentle breeze. You turned around to find Satoru standing there. His face was illuminated by a bright smile as if he had been eagerly anticipating your return to school. He stood near a bench just behind you.

With a casual pat on the seat, he invited you to join him. The bench was beside a tree whose blossoms were falling from the cold breeze.

You both delved into the tales of your lives after graduation, the conversation flowing easily like a river. He spoke passionately about his decision to remain at the school, working as a sorcerer and at the same time, a teacher. Satoru’s eyes sparked with enthusiasm as he recounted his missions with his students.

His nonchalant demeanor as he narrated his experiences stirred something within you. It was as if an old torch as been ignited again, bringing back to life a part of you that you thought you had left behind on the grounds of the school.

“You know, I spent a lot of time reflecting on my behavior later that day.” He confessed. His voice had a regretful tone as he spoke.

You quickly tilted your head as he unexpectedly changed the topic of the conversation.

“I couldn’t bring myself to understand why you would choose to leave me.”

“You still haven’t moved on?” You answered despite the emotional weight of the conversation.

Satoru paused for a moment before answering. “You can’t move on from something that made you curious, can you?

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, followed by a nod in agreement.

“So, I’m here to apologize,” Satoru announced. His voice sounded shaky and unstable. “I’m sorry that… I never properly showed you adoration…”

Satoru’s voice grew louder. “I’m sorry that I had people question about us. I’m sorry, that I spent more time with strangers than with you. I’m sorry that it took me six years, six FUCKING years! To realize that I still love you!”

He inhaled deeply. “I love you!!! I missed you! Ever since you left my side, you have been the only one occupying my mind… I never thought that day would come when you yourself would sever your ties. I have always dreamed of us living together in our estate, even after the fact that you broke on what I thought was fate. If I had the chance to turn back time when our love was at its prime, I would have moved mountains if it meant ensuring you would still be mine.” He took a deep breath from his melodically poetic confession.

You were left speechless with his words. Who would have thought that your seemingly unaffectionate ex would have a poetic side?

For the first time in your life, you witness a side of Satoru that was unseen, even when you’re still together. Satoru Gojo, who rarely shows weakness, now stood before you in this pitiful state. His blindfold was soaked with his tears, and his sobs echoed in the silence. The sight of him, so woeful and melancholic, bawling with no sign of embarrassment, is an image that tugs at your heartstrings.

“Forgive me as well,” You begin your side.

“I was selfish to think that I was your only priority. I should have thought that you have other things keeping you company. I should have realized that you had your world apart from the one with me. It’s too late of an apology after the damage we both caused, but at the very least Satoru, our feelings were finally out, and we can both rest assured, that our hearts are freed from the chains from the past.” You finished.

Both of you were vulnerable at that moment. The soft glow of the moonlight and the cold breeze were the only ones occupying your shared space. You fell into his embrace once more, his head resting on your shoulder as he whispered his words, promising to treat you right and be more attentive this time.

“Can I call you princess again?” He asked, anxiously anticipating your response.

You smiled as you brushed your hand against his hair as if to comfort him.

“Of course, Satoru, I’ll always be your princess.” You replied.

His arms tightened their grip on you, where you couldn’t even breathe.

Faint sounds of footsteps were heard coming towards you. Followed by slow clapping sounds.

“Well if it isn’t the long-lost lovebirds?” Suguru asked sarcastically. “I’m liking the view right now.”

“Shut up,” Satoru replied, His voice tickling your nape.

“Ever so cheesy I see,” Shoko commented.

“Hey, did you know he kept the items you left in his house? Pens, notebooks, your hair tie?” Suguru teased him.

“Oh yeah, he kept them in a box with the label ‘Princess’” Shoko replied.

You chuckled at their remarks.

“Finally, you’re back in his life.” They declared in unison before going back to the event.

As the rest of your class was busy reuniting with old friends, you were busy cuddling in Satoru’s embrace.

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 24 days

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The Last Call

Nanami Kento x You

I give the biggest credit to @namikyento for this idea! Thank you so much for it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I’ll post more of Our Love Story after this weekend!

(Song Inspiration: we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande)

You stared blankly at the blank word document on your laptop. The ringtone from your cell phone pulling you out of your daze. You looked at the caller I.D. with a racing heart. All of the hope you had was suddenly gone when it wasn’t who you wanted it to be.

“Emi. Are you okay?” you asked, tone with disappointment but also worry that she called.

“Let’s go out,” she said. “You need a night out.”

“I’m fine.”

“You haven’t been fine for the past four months. I think you got worst,” Emi pointed out.

You were quiet. You felt everything disappear from your grasp. And you hated yourself for letting that feeling consume you more and more.

“You helped me out from my last relationship,” Emi pointed out. “I can’t let it consume you, too. He’s a jerk for leaving you like that. He’s a jerk for that to occur. He hurt you. Show him that you can be happy without him.”

“I—“ For the first time in a while, you let your tears fall. You tried to muffle your sobs, however, Emi heard.

“You’re my sister from another mister,” she said. “If not tonight, then I’m going to come over with both of our favorite snacks and we will watch Legally Blonde, 500 Days of Summer, and maybe John Tucker Must Die.” You let out a breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay,” you said as you wiped your tears away. “I’ll get the living room ready.”

The two of you huddled closely together on the couch. A large, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two as she quickly ate a bag of chips and you slowly ate your popcorn.

“These two, I still wish they ended up together,” Emi said. You nodded, your expression very melancholy.

“But he’ll find someone for him,” you said. All you could think of was him. The love you two shared that slowly disappeared and is forever gone. “We broke up once but he called me and we tried to make it work.” Emi looked at you. You haven’t spoken about the break ups. You indulge in work and an attempt to write a new book. But all of your inspiration was gone.

“And now?”

“I thought it was going to work,” you said, your voice breaking from the tears. “But…but…” You shook your head. You brought your knees towards your chest and buried your face on your knees. “Maybe I did something wrong. It had to be me.”

“No, no, and no! It was never your fault in the first place!” Emi exclaimed. “The asshole hurt you! Because I thought everything was going well! Until I started to barely see him too!”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know. You know him better than anyone. At least, that’s what he always says. So, prove that fucker wrong!”

“Okay,” you said with slight defeat. “I’ll prove him wrong.”

It didn’t happen overnight. But week by week, you would step outside and go about your daily routine. You slowly went back to your morning or afternoon walks. You stopped by your favorite bakery again, a smile becoming bright like it was before.

Today, you and Emi went shopping after you attempted to write something in the morning. You were happy to even start with brainstorming ideas. You made yourself give yourself a “me day”. And Emi never felt so proud before.

“I need new facial products,” you said. “And hair products. I need to take better care of my appearance.”

“Honey, you are gorgeous just the way you are. Your hair, beautiful. Skin, like a baby’s bottom.” You laughed and playfully hit her arm. You blushed from the compliment. It has been a while since you even received such compliments. “Everything okay though?”

“Better than before,” you said truthfully as you looked at her. “Thank you, Emi.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You helped push me,” you said. “And I needed it.”

“Good, good. Shall we do something?”

“After we shop, let’s get some alcohol and drink. It’s been a while.” Excitedly, Emi wrapped her arm around your shoulders. Again, you let out a laugh.

“Finally! My drinking buddy is back!”

The drinking didn’t last too long when you found Emi passed out on the couch by 6PM. In a drunken state, you threw the gray blanket on top of her. You poured another shot for yourself and drank some more.

And more and more, you kept drinking and drinking. You went to your room that lead to a balcony and sat down. A bottle of tequila with an empty shot glass sitting in the glass table. The cold air helping you cool down from the heat radiating within you. You scrolled through your phone. Pictures you didn’t bother to delete angered you. The happiness all gone. And it was a mistake going back down memory lane that you couldn’t stop cursing at yourself mentally. So you poured another drink for yourself to quickly down.

“Fucking jerk…” you mumbled. “I’ll give him a piece of his own damn mind…”

You went through your contacts. You forgot that you deleted his number. You felt your heart break. Much more than it had before. But why? Why would it hurt so much now? You dialed the number you only knew by heart. Your heart was racing as it rang and rang.

“Is everything okay?” That voice. The same, deep voice that brings you weak in the knees. The same voice that brings goosebumps all over your body. And the same voice that made you forget how to breathe and made your chest heavy as hell. “Y/N.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” you questioned, words slurred. The alcohol really hitting you to its core.

“You’re drunk.”

“Obviously, Captain Obvious.”

“You shouldn’t call me, sweet—Y/N.”

“Nanami Kento, you jerk! How dare you do this to me.” Your tears slipped, and sobs escaped your lips.

Nanami was in bed, tan slacks still on with his blue button up, the first few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt at peace. All he could see with closed eyes were your tears. Your tear-stricken face filled with so much hurt and pain. The sounds of your heartbroken cries before he left your apartment was engrained in his mind. And all he could feel was his own heart breaking every single day.

Every night, he goes home and pours himself a glass of whiskey. Maybe even drink two or three more to help him fall asleep, even if it’s for an hour. Tonight was the first night that he chose to not drink anything. Gojo and Shoko both encouraging him to change his bad habits. And of course, of all nights, you called.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw your name on his phone. And even though it wasn’t a greeting he usually heard from you, hearing your voice again brought him great relief. A voice he missed hearing everyday. Your voice that always makes his heart skip a beat and bring butterflies to his stomach. It made him feel something, even for a moment. But he knew, he just couldn’t lure you back in again.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. He imagined you out in the balcony, your knees hugged against your chest. And it was exactly what you were doing.

“It’s not fair,” you said. “I miss you so much. I still fucking love you and I don’t think I could love anyone else like I love you.” Nanami was silent. He swallowed the large lump in his throat, tears forming in his eyes.

“It isn’t fair…”

“We were so happy, Kento. I never understood why we broke up the first time, but you came back. And I was so happy. You were so happy. We did what we always did. We both worked, ask about our days, and we enjoy every moment we have together. I don’t know what I did wrong. If I did, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing everything right. Did I annoy you? Was I clingy? Was I overbearing?” Nanami took a deep breath, his tears falling. His heart broke more. He knew there was no way that you were in the wrong.

“No. Not at all.”

“But you! One day we spent all day together, you had a freak out moment, we came home, and made love! And the next day, you were distant! You were rarely home. You always went to bed early. You haven’t…I couldn’t…Kento, I needed you so much and you weren’t there for me. And then you break up with me.” You heard him inhale, obvious that he has been crying as well. “I don’t understand why you’re crying.” Nanami couldn’t help but just chuckle.

“You know me so well, sweetheart. Better than anyone else,” he said. His name for you. You always loved it. But tonight, you hated it.

“A-And you know what? I think I’m a great catch! Any guy would wish to have me!” Nanami held in his breath. Because he knew that was true. He glared at every guy that eyed your way flirtatiously. He always pulled you closer to him when the two of you were out, showing everyone that you were taken and his. Nanami got to be the lucky one. He had you. “And I hope you regret letting me go. Sometimes, I even hope you wouldn’t find happiness like you did with me.”

He knows that he wouldn’t.

“But I still love you,” you confessed. Everything you wanted to say to make him feel bad, you couldn’t help but pour some of your love in your rant.

And he still does, too. He sniffled. You heard him, and you cried a little harder.

“I hurt the love of my life. And I hope you find the happiness you truly deserve,” Nanami said.

His heart broke. Because he planned to have a future with you. He planned to love you to the fullest. He planned to be the one to support you. He planned to be the one to give you everything you could ever ask for. But now, all he could do was listen to you cry and keep breaking your heart.

“Goodbye, Kento.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

Immediately, you hung up. You put your phone on the table and hugged yourself tighter as you let your tears spill. You said what you have to say and it was all you could do. Your closure that didn’t feel like a closure. And all you want to do was call him to hear his voice again. To hear him tell you how much he loves you and how he’ll always be there for you. A part of you hoped that he would call you back.

Nanami lied there, tears spilling out of his eyes. His hand rested on his chest with his phone in hand. It was only past 7. A man already in bed the moment he arrived home. Everything you said to him repeated in his mind. Memories of you and him playing over and over. But it stopped when his phone rang again. He had hope. Was it you that called him?

But it all went away when he got a phone call from Ijichi. He wiped his tears away and cleared his throat before he answered.

“Ijichi-san.”

“We need you in Shibuya. It’s urgent.”

“I’ll be there.”

He sat up in bed, looking at his phone. A picture he saved of you that he never had the heart to delete. His favorite picture. A picture where you were busy typing your recent famous book. The smile on your face as you typed. Your smile so bright it added so much light to his dark and brooding life. His only regret was leaving you like this. Heartbroken and in tears. And he’ll regret it, even after death.

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reinainaric · 3 months

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autumn // satosugu

warning: SATOSUGU ANGST, THATS THE WARNING

I carved my name into your ribcage

How long has it been since Satoru last fell asleep?

He remembers. Every night he’d stare at the empty space on the other side of the bed, his hands reaching to touch nothing but the soft wind that would run from the window. He remembers the arms that used to embrace him on the same bed, the man who'd throw blankets to his shivering body, the heart that wraps him to keep him warm.

He's trying to get used to this. The presence that Suguru left behind. He hates how their polaroids seem to pity him, looking at him like he's lost the meaning of life.

Suguru smiles as he feels Satoru's fingertips on his bare chest, reading the name that he leaves with every brush of his touch.

He plants a kiss on his lover's temple, his eyes slowly closing to feel the comfort of having Satoru next to him.

When Suguru left, not only did he take all of their memories with him, but also a piece of Satoru's soul.

You said, “Don’t fret love. Someday, I'll be my own man, I'll be free.”

Oh, but darling, did you mean free from me?

He couldn't even hate Suguru for what he did.

He can never hate Suguru. In fact, he wants Suguru to make him understand, and that maybe, if he did, then maybe…

Then maybe Suguru is worth twisting his morales for.

How was it so easy for Suguru to let him go?

But here we are, skin and flesh and beating hearts, and I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing wrong

“Are you the strongest because your Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”

Sometimes, he'd think about that day. When the skies were as dead as his soul, when the crowd was as slow as his beating heart, when Suguru looked at him like he meant nothing to him anymore.

Satoru closed his eyes as tears started to form again from his tired eyes, biting his lip to keep the sobs from coming out.

He feels so lost.

What's the worth of having the name Gojo anyway? When he himself can't even be the strongest anymore when he's at closed doors.

Oh but darling, do you see the cuts from which I bleed? It's me you've slain.

The moment Suguru and Satoru lost each other was the closest they got from death.

Everything about what they used to have caused a scar in their own hearts, slowly losing their bloods as they both struggle to breathe without the other.

That's what they are, after all. Black and white. One always exists with the other, always together but always the polar opposites.

But no matter how different they are, they perfectly fit each other like a missing puzzle piece.

But for Suguru, Satoru was the poison he'd become so addicted to, filling his lungs like its water, and he'll suffocate for the love that he's forbidden to have.

And for Satoru, Suguru was everything. The oxygen he breathes, his north star in a moonless night, the keeper of his heart, the promise he wished to keep ‘til the day he dies. Without him, he's nothing but a piece of disregarded shadow of Suguru's past.

I fell for you faster than I fell apart

Satoru didn't even expect it to come into this.

He wants to forget Suguru and let himself move on to be the man that he is, destined for great things, but not Suguru. Never Suguru. But he couldn't escape him, he was the only one he had. His sweetest dream. His bittersweet dream. His one and only.

Satoru's eyes turned red as he raised his hand towards Suguru's back walking away from him, ready to kill him in that instant. His jaw clenched, his fingers shaking in both anger and sorrow, trying to keep himself still. But his hand only ended up forming into a fist as he watched Suguru disappear from the crowd. Away from him, and from his life with him.

For several weeks, even months since Suguru was gone, Satoru finds himself inside the same classroom he used to sit with Suguru. He watched the old Satoru and Suguru who used to laugh in the same seats, their shadows always following each other. Like a movie flashing in his head, silently reaching its end point.

And he'll cry. And cry. And cry another. Because that's all he can do. That's all he's left to do.

How do we stay afloat? When do I let go?

Suguru always thought it was his fault. And ironically, just like Satoru, he was the same mess as him.

It was his choice in the first place. He never regretted it, and yet…

Something was always pulling at his heartstrings everytime he remembered Satoru and everything he left behind. Even if he wanted to come back, Satoru must've hated him now.

And that's the reality he's living now. With the thought that Satoru resented his whole existence ever since he left. That maybe Satoru regretted him now.

However, it's easier for Suguru to live this way, thinking his lover let go of all his love for him, only left with anger and hatred. Even though it hurts him, it was better for Satoru to hate him than love this horrible version of himself that he came to be.

Suguru is scarred, from the very start. He had an ugly soul that contrasts Satoru's, and he didn't want to paint his crystal blue with his dirty ones.

You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed

And I love you but with you, it's heartache I breathe

“Satoru.” Suguru called his lover's name in the most endearing tone that Satoru loved to hear so much. He handed a carton of milk to Satoru, settling down beside him in the middle of the basketball court.

Satoru's eyes shined as Suguru even handed him a chocolate, knowing that Satoru loves sweets so much. “Suguru!” He said his name with so much delight that Suguru wanted to melt.

Suguru is not even a fan of sweets as much as Satoru, but for him, he can probably drown in the thousands of chocolates in the whole world if Satoru asked him to. And that's just how it is for them. Suguru would go to the greatest lengths for Satoru, and Satoru would do just the same.

And it was so hard for Suguru when he was slowly losing it, and he couldn't tell Satoru. His mental breakdown was making it hard for him to look at Satoru anymore because what would he think?

Would he still love him?

You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me

Gojo Satoru never regretted Suguru. Nor did he ever hate him. More so, he hates himself instead for not being there.

He lived for the moments he had with Suguru because that's all he can have. Their story, for Satoru, felt so short-lived, and their distance apart and days without each other felt the most suffocating.

Oh, my love, is this the end for us? Maybe we've had enough

Satoru's always going to look for Suguru's shadow until his eyes grow tired, until he's tired. And Suguru would keep walking away towards the darkness, because as Suguru believes, that's where he belonged, not with his lover.

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I wrote this just because 🥹 I always see that post that said Satoru had several breakdowns when Suguru left, and that behind his blindfold, he was always looking at Suguru's soul (?) or was it shadow? but anyways, i wrote this because i like to suffer.

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arch3ontumbl · 27 days

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World Bearer Part 2

"He's here Shoko, I did it" I repeated in the seemingly deaf Shoko, the backround noise of the phone echoes the business calls for the injured sorcerers. For a second Shoko were about to speak, she hears your child cry as it woke up from it's first slumber.

"Shoko what is it? How's Gojo, please tell me he is fine now.. he broke free from the seal right.. he promised" I paused for a second

"Oh my world" I whisper to my sons ear as I brushed his hair back off to sleep. The phone remained silent after a thud on the other end of the line "Shoko?!" I kept repeating my worry growing

"y/n I'm so sorry" Shoko's words shot like a bullet straight to the head as if I knew what she was about to reveal even before she have said

"Gojo.. Gojo is—" I hear Shoko for the first time finally bursting out of her emotion bubble as mine broke, a wash of sudden realization that I am alone now with our son

How am I supposed to handle this

How am I supposed to live like this

How can I protect our son

How could you leave me like this, LEAVE US LIKE THIS

My mind running deeper and deeper as I haven't noticed my eyes crying out for a little mercy of the world to just spare my husband, spare Gojo, let us live in peace. How many times we argued, how many times I were to tell him to lay down the weight of the world off his shoulders. How many times, If only have tried harder to convince him to leave and just runaway with me and his son. How many times he said he bears responsibility that he was born with enormous power to be held guilt tripped from, he could have turned his back and walked away, ran away with me, but instead took what he could when he was the only one to protect the world against such evil.

For all od humanity, for the innocent, the greater good, the future.

But what about us

"c/n Satoru shall be your name" I wiped my tears yet it still spilled down to my cheeks, my child cry once again as I sat in pain from fresh labour and pure stress, big doubts and confusion. Anger, sadness, and grief. I doubt Shoko for the first time she delivers the news, the rest of Gojo's death explained on the phone had caused me to go deaf, I refuse to believe such news after his promise, he promised.

My ears ringing as I could hear the faint voice of Shoko through the phone calling my name again and again

I stood up as the pain between my legs hindered my walk, carrying my child with a bit of blood pooling the floor. I look outside as the night were so cold and lonely to protect a new little one. I wrapped him around a thicker cloth Gojo has bought in advance before, now to think back to it he bought houses, left money, children things and over filling our bank with his money and assets entitled to me. We chose everything together, thinking back now how dumb of me that everytime he thought of when anytime he could leave or this situation happens atleast he gave everything we would need for the least when he knew he was the one we need for the most.

I wept as the window were closed leaving me on a rocking chair in a warm fireplace, my child on my chest, my eyes wandering of the toys he bought in advance, the clothes he thought that would good look on his wife and his son, pairing family outfits.

My eyes puff, my heart aches, I try to be as silent as my son sleeping

I will protect you

I will give you the life without burden even with the power to lift so

I bear the world, I bear you my son

And I will not allow you to bear the world just because you were able to be born to shoulder so.

63 missed calls from Shoko.

Part 3?

#anime #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jujutsokaisen #jujutsu gojo #Jujutsu angst #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo x you

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akumicchi · 11 days

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𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡.

112 prayers

A hopeful message with no destination.

You will never be too heavy for me.

Content: angst, breakdown, hints of depression. Suguru's POV. OC appearance.

I smelled it before I saw it. I felt it before I heard it; the presence, the humming. I had never entertained the idea of time travel. No one could actually predict a forced turn in the highway of time, even if Back to the Future made it look so comical. Despite that, I found myself basking in that presence, in that humming, and let it drive me off to when I was a child: innocent and safe.

“Mom?”, hoarse. Silence. A knot of guilt tightened itself up inside my chest. ‘Don’t go’.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”, there weren't the walls of my room around me, no posters, no bookshelves nor pictures. In fact, there was no room at all. Just an open field I didn't know, somewhere I couldn't remember. I wasn't curled against my mother either. It was just Hogo, and it made me more at ease than expected.

Not being alert in a strange place was a punch to my instincts, but I couldn't bring myself to care aside from a simple:

“Where are we?”

“We’re at school. I carried you here, remember?”, oh yes. She and her stupidly strong arms. “You fell asleep though, so you probably don't”.

I did remember not wanting to come, earlier that day. The air had felt like lead for the entire … month?, weighing heavy on my lungs with each breath. Every layer of clothing was a tight rope made of rubber. It didn't matter how much I tried to fight the dark clouds, they only grew thicker and tighter. It was exhausting. It'd be way easier to just give into the misery. ‘Ah… everyone would be so disappointed to see me like this, choosing the easy way. But I can't carry this and pretend anymore’. So I hid from sewing fake smiles on my face. I just wanted to drown in the pain without witnesses.

Despite that, I let her in.

“C'mon, I want to show you something.”

“I don't really feel like walking anywhere right now”, it had been four days since Tsukumo Yuki talked to me on that very bench, and left me with more thoughts than I could manage. I needed quiet. “Maybe next time”.

Hogo crouched in front of me. Her voice was soft, the one she used when talking to kids. “Please, it won't be long, I promise. We go and then we come back. You will like it”, her eyes were clouded with worry, she looked pretty like that too, “You don't even have to walk if you don't want to”.

“Hmm? How come? You can teleport now, too?”, I cocked a brow, feeling the slight tug of a smile against my will. ‘The things she makes me do’. Her hands closed and opened for a second. She wanted to hug me, and the realization of this loud and clumsy girl being so mindful around me made my chest ache.

“Well, I'll show you if you agree to come with me”, she sang quietly with a spray of confidence.

I was so eager to get an answer to these haunting questions. Haibara’s response was as simple as his own mind. Tsukumo Yuki’s, on the other hand… It was complicated. Or maybe it wasn't? Maybe I had made my choice? But what if I was wrong? How could I know? What would she say? I wanted her thoughts, a piece of her mind to tell me…anything.

‘But not now’. The scent from her neck lulled my senses quiet. The tree leaves above our heads were kind enough to shield us from the summer afternoon. Hogo’s hand traced my skin, untangling my worries stroke by stroke. My legs were folded on her lap, and the vague memory of being cradled this way made me feel so innocent. Too warm to think. Too soft. Too comfortable.

She had a book propped up against my thigh. It was open roughly around the middle.

“What are you reading?”

“112 prayers at midnight”, she hummed, eyes not leaving the pages.

“That's an odd number of prayers”.

“Yeah. It's a story about a non-believer trapped in a time loop trying to save his loved ones after losing them to a mistake… He prays every time for the loop to restart.”

“For a non believer he surrendered fast… At least he has a second chance”.

Silence settled between us. A few seconds later she spoke again.

“Hum, I thought about that too, ‘To pray for time to go back, it's so unfair’. But as twisted as it is, I just can't stop reading. Maybe I'll be surprised”.

“Who’s that god that answers at the first call? That's a real surprise. I'd like to meet him”, that was a slip. My throat tightened and by no means I expected how broken I actually sounded.

Her arms held me closer. When she pressed her lips against my forehead, a sob almost broke through every wall I had built.

“Me too”.

Stop being like this. Don't hold me, don't carry me somewhere calm, don't kiss me so softly. Stop making me feel so small! I don't want the sun, I don't want the breeze, I don't want clouds, or words, or songs, or flowers; I don't want any of it!!

“Shh… it's okay, I've got you”.

#jjk x reader #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jjk fanfic #jjk geto suguru #jjk suguru geto #jjk angst #jjk #jujutsu geto #jujutsu suguru #jujutsu angst #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen comfort #tw depressing thoughts

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dinotaos · 4 months

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I don’t like him, but damn, the way i drew him…

#nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu manga #jujutsu fanart #jujutsu angst #fanart #fanart jjk #jjk nanami #jjk fanart #jjk season 2 #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk manga #jjk spoilers

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jujutsuwhoreina · 2 years

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Megumi x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Angst

Idrk what im doing helppp

“Kiss me like it’s our wedding day.” You urged him as you sat on his lap facing the city displayed in the glass window of his penthouse.

It’s always nice. Nice when both of you pretend that everything is okay. That he is not in an arranged marriage and has a fiancee that is waiting for him. Unfortunately, it’s not you. You both like to pretend that the world will turn upside down and will let you live a happy ever after.

But, it’s far from that.

Without a second thought about it, Megumi brushed his lips against yours and kissed you like you meant the world to him, because you do. “I wish I can marry you right now.” He whispers softly unintentionally voicing his thoughts.

He doesn’t remember how everything turned out to become like this. One moment, he was dreaming a future with you, and the next, he is forced to marry someone who isn’t you. All for the glory of a clan he swore didn’t even value him until this very moment. He wishes that everything reverses and go the way he wants it.

Wet tears started to grace the surface of your face and makes Megumi halt his action. You choked on a sob and tried so hard to not show your lover the emotions you’ve been hiding for all these times. But you can’t help it. Today is your last day together. And by tomorrow, he will be by her side. Someone who isn’t you. Someone who can rightfully claim him freely to the world. Someone who stole your opportunity to be his companion for a lifetime. Yet, you can’t blame her. You’re too compassionate for that. You always empathize other people’s situations even if that meant her. You understood her. Megumi is someone everyone would worship and dedicate their lives ten times over. He was just that valuable. You want him to be yours, and so does she. The difference is she won, and you lost over and over again.

But you wish you could still stay by his side.

#megumi au #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu angst

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satoruluvies · 1 month

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to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

being with suguru in his final moments. satoru cameo because satosugu <//3

can you tell i love angst lol

“at least curse me at the very end” you'd heard suguru's meek voice say. this was it. this was the end.

suguru had made sure his family could escape no matter what, you included. he'd told you beforehand that this could result in two extremes.

one, he would be able to acquire rika, the special grade curse that was bound to a young student, yuta and continue with his plan to annihilate all non sorcerers.

the other being him failing to do so. in which case, he had planned a perfect escape route for all of you. unfortunately, the latter happened and you had to run away.

but no way in hell would you leave suguru behind. he was the closest to home you had. you made your decision ten years ago when you decided to follow him when he betrayed the jujutsu society.

he'd tried stopping you at first but eventually gave in seeing how persistent you were to stay by his side. although his methods were nothing short of horrifying, it was suguru. your suguru.

so you didn't regret your decision in the slightest.

“are you here to try and help or die alongside him?” satoru had noticed your presence as you stood not far from the both of them.

suguru's eyes widened as he saw you. he was weakly leaning against the wall, one of his arms gone and his body bloodied. the sight was hard to take in.

“y/n. what are you doing here?” suguru's voice was firm. you walked up to them as you heard suguru's breath hitch.

“leave.” suguru's voice was desperate now. but that won't stop you.

you crouch down to him and brought your hands upto his face, wiping off the small bloodstains as you could feel your heart visibly break.

“you know i can't do that” you smile. suguru turned away trying to blink back his tears and silence enveloped you.

“please.” his voice shook as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“suguru i’m not leaving you. you can't get rid of me that easily”

he turned to you now, the tears he fought so hard to keep at bay were now streaming down his majestic face. you marvelled at the sight. how could someone be this beautiful.

“you were always so stubborn” he chuckled through his tears, you did too.

“still am. always will be.”

you pulled him into your chest, holding him tightly as his remaining arm wrapped around you. it's ironic to say how safe you felt now.

you turned to satoru as you nod, giving him the go to do whatever he was supposed to. suguru held your hand and smiled.

“what a way to go huh?” you laugh and nod. feeling content.

“i love you” you whisper as his eyes momentarily widened before his gaze turned so soft you could melt.

“i love you too”

and when satoru had done his duty, both the lifeless bodies of his best friends lie unmoving next to each other, their hands intertwined.

he sighs to himself with a heavy heart.

“maybe love isn't always such a twisted curse after all.”

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dark-night-hero · 4 months

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Imagine pulling out a piece of cigarette out of its pack. A lighter already in hands as you place the cigarette in between your lips, cupping your hands together to shield away the flame from the wind as you lit it up, huffing and puffing out a smoke afterwards.

Imagine standing in there for a couple of moments, before you sat down right next to your bag before lightly tapping your cigarette, letting the burn out part fall down as you once again puff out some smoke. That went on for awhile until you have finally put down your cigarette on the ground. Turning your attention to your bag right by your side.

Imagine pulling out a bottle of sake along side two cups. Placing the two cups on the ground, you casually fill it up to the brim but not enough for it to spill. Placing the sake bottle right beside it. You clap your hands together. Nothing really came into mind. But you stood there for a couple of moments before going back to your usual posture and sat down.

Imagine the way you sigh, looking up into the clear blue sky despite the cold breeze passing by that is making a mess of your hair and clothes. "It's cold." You mumble, pulling your scaft close to your lips nevertheless you have no choice but to pull it down as you reach out for one of the cups on the ground.

"Merry Christmas, Suguru." You utter before drowning on the cup of sake for there was no used waiting for reply of the dead. Placing your cup back in the ground, in the same place were the two of you would often meet up years ago when you were together. "I'm sorry I couldn't- we couldn't even give you a proper burial even if we want." You chuckle.

Imagine the way you just sat in there, end pieces of cigarette slowly adding up on the side as the pieces inside the pack reduces. And finally, it was time for you to leave. "I'll come back in here in some other time, Suguru." Then you stood up when you were greeted by a gentle breeze that seems to leave a lingering feeling on your cheeks which causes you to smile painfully to yourself. You were just here yesterday.

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scaryomi · 1 year

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Spanish:

¡Nueva historia en Wattpad!

Decidí participar en la Toji Week organizada por la página de Facebook Rahzel's fics.

Faltan pocos días para el cumpleaños de nuestro querido Toji Fushiguro.

Acompáñame durante estos días escribiendo para él.

⬇️Enlace⬇️

Yerba Mala - 26/12: Torpeza

👾Disponible sólo en Español y en Wattpad.👾

English:

New story on Wattpad!

I decided to participate in the Toji Week organized by the Facebook page Rahzel's fics.

It's just a few days before the birthday of our beloved Toji Fushiguro.

Join me during these days writing for him.

⬇️Link⬇️

Yerba Mala - 12/26: Awkwardness

👾Available only in Spanish and on Wattpad.👾

#toji headcanons #jjk toji #toji scenarios #daddy toji #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #toji fic #toji fluff #toji fanfic #toji fanart #angst with a happy ending #jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu fushiguro #jujutsu angst #fanfiction #fanfic #español #wattpad

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juiche · 4 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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Come Back Home

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: All I Want by Kodaline)

October 31, 2018

The two of you laid on the couch. Your head was resting on his chest, his fingers playing with your hair, and both of your legs were intertwined. You remember the small, soft kisses he would give on the top of your head as he saw sweet nothings softly to you. You would look up at him and kiss his lips every now and then.

But his phone rang, interrupting the sweet night. He quickly changed into his beige suit. You helped him tie his tie, something he loves watching you do. He’ll give you a soft smile with his soft, brown eyes. He would kiss your forehead that leads down to your lips whenever you finished.

But you remembered how different this kiss was. His kiss was very passionate. But you couldn’t complain. You remember his rough hands gently rubbing down your waist. His tongue battling against yours.

“You’re very passionate before leaving for your emergency meeting, Kento-kun,” you said. Nanami works a lot, that you knew. He comes home stressed. His shoulders tensed, his frown prominent on his face, and his eyes were intense. But when you see him at the door, you can see his demeanor change immediately. Nanami would immediately bring you into his arms, joining his lips with yours.

“I don’t want to go,” he mumbled.

“Such a greedy boss,” you lightly whined. Nanami hummed in agreement.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he said as he caressed your cheek gently. “To the moon and back. Forever and ever.”

“Kento, you’re saying this as if it’s the last time I’ll see you,” you said worriedly. Nanami gave you a reassuring smile and kissed your lips.

“Your lips are so lovely,” he said. “Your voice is the sound of an angel. Your smile is as bright as the sun. Your heart is as sweet as honey.” You giggled.

“I love you to the moon and back, my love,” you said. You reluctantly pulled away. “Alright, you don’t have bossman mad if you’re late. I’ll see you soon.” The sadness in his eyes surprised you. “Silly, Kento. We can finish the movie when you get home. I’ll even start baking you some bread.”

“Okay, sweetheart. That sounds amazing.”

“And tomorrow, we can stay in bed all day. You should call out and make it up to me for leaving tonight.”

“I would love that, sweetheart.”

You walked him to the door. He gave you another passionate kiss. He looked at you longer than he usually does, as if he was memorizing everything about you. You smiled softly at him and kissed him again.

“I love you, Kento.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

November 21, 2018

Three weeks passed since he left. You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Nothing was playing except for the racing thoughts in your head. That was until your last memory of Nanami played.

You remember sitting on the couch, watching a random TV-series. You didn’t want to finish the movie without him. You prepared the bread in your bread maker that you bought so Nanami can have fresh bread whenever the two of you were about to run out. But as time passed, he never came.

“Kento-kun, where are you?”

And now, you were angry. Angry how you kept yourself at home. So you got up and took a shower and dressed up in jeans in a brown loose-turtle neck top. You wore your brown peacoat and brown boots. You were tired. Tired of thinking why Nanami would leave you. Tired of thinking why he never came back home.

You stopped at a bar. Two in the afternoon and you were now three tequila shots down, waiting for your fourth. You couuldn’t help but notice the bartender glancing at you every now and then. You’ll admit, he is very handsome. A man around Nanami’s height with black hair yet hazel eyes. His body was lean and muscular, evident from his rolled up sleeves and back.

“So, what’s your story?” the bartender asked when he gave you your shot before leaning his arms against the counter. You gave him a sad smile.

“My boyfriend of five years never came back,” you answered and took your shot. “Asshole.” The bartender frowned.

“I’m extremely sorry to hear that,” he said. It was genuine. And it honestly touched you. “How can anyone leave a beautiful woman like you?”

“It’s been hard. It still is.”

“Understandable. My wife and I divorced a little over a year ago,” he said. “I caught her cheating with my best friend.”

“I’m sorry to hear that as well.” The bartender shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s life.” You gave him a small smile.

“Another shot please,” you said. The bartender nodded, preparing the next shot.

And you sat there. Hours passed, you let your mind consume you. It made you feel emptier. The alcohol made you numb. It was already seven at night and you were drunk. You knew you weren’t going to stand up alone and go home. So you stayed.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t take you to be a lightweight,” Nanami said with a chuckle. You looked at him with half-lidded and tired eyes. You smiled and pinched his cheeks.

“You’re so sweet, Kento-kun,” you said. “I’m so happy you’re mine.” Nanami held your hands to stop you from pinching them. He kissed both your hands.

“Let me get you water, sweetheart. I don’t want you to have a hangover tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, love.”

You jumped, your memories interrupted from a touch to your shoulder. You turned around to see the bartender.

“Let me take you home,” he said. You pushed his hand away.

“I can’t trust you to take me home in my condition,” you said, words slurred. The bartender softly smiled.

“I can’t argue with that,” he said. “But, I can promise you that I’m more trustful than the other men around here.” You looked around before looking back at him with a pout.

“Fine,” you replied with arms crossed. “But I need to close my tab first.” You stared at your card that appeared in front of you.

“Already did, dear.”

“I’m not your dear.”

“We never gave our names. Right now, you are my dear.” You couldn’t help but blush. You shyly introduced yourself with a small bow to the head.

“My name is Namaki Kenji.” You couldn’t help but stared up at him with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but shake your head and grab your card before leaving the bar hastily. You stumbled on your feet. You felt strong arms holding you steadily. You turned around to see Kenji. “I’ll just bring you to your door, okay?” Your head hung low while you let your tears go.

“Okay.”

“Are you mad, Kento?” you asked with slurred words.

“Not mad, per se,” he answered calmly as he carried you up to the elevator. You held on to him tightly around his neck. “Just don’t be mad if I say ‘I told you so’.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Nanami said and kissed your lips. “I can never be mad at you. Take painkillers before you got to bed okay?”

“Help me bathe?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

May 1, 2019

“Kenji-kun! Where are you?” you asked. He texted you this morning to have an early dinner at your favorite restaurant. You happily agreed. And now, you were waiting. He was 20 minutes late.

“I’m sorry, dear,” he said. “I just got in the car. I got held up in class. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” You sighed in relief. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, Kenji-kun! Drive here safe!”

You stared out the window, watching the people walk and drive by. It has been half a year since Nanami left and five months since you met Kenji. You smiled at the thought of the morning after he took you home. You remember waking up with a hangover. You woke up sad because of the glass of water and painkillers that were left on the nightstand. You immediately took them and jumped out of bed. You hope you weren’t dreaming and that Nanami was home, waiting for you to wake up. But your home was quiet. And you felt your heart break again.

You walked around and screamed at the sight of a random male on the couch. He jumped and fell off the couch. You suddenly realized it was Kenji and you couldn’t help but laugh and then apologize. Kenji laughed with you. Because he also couldn’t be mad at you.

Thoughts were interrupted when you saw a figure walk up to the table. Kenji rushed to the table. You could hear his heavy breathing as he was catching his breath.

“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly.

“I-It’s okay,” you said and handed him a menu. “I was over dramatic, wasn’t I?”

“Not at all, dear.” You smiled in relief and looked at the menu with him. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was quieter than usual. He usually starts the conversations.

“Are you okay, Kenji-kun?” you asked. “You’re awfully quiet.” You watched a slight pink color form on his cheeks.

“Well, I…” He nervously rubbed the back of his head. “Remember when we first met?” You nodded and let a small giggle escape your lips. It always makes you laugh when you scared him off the couch. “I told you that I was more trustful than the men at the bar.” You laugh again.

“Fine, you were very much right about that. What about it?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I thought you were very beautiful when I saw you,” he confessed. “And, I grew to like you more and more. And if you feel the same way, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Kento-kun! You didn’t have to bring me here,” you said. “I feel so underdressed.” You looked at Nanami who wore his black striped work suit. He picked you up immediately when he got out of work. He told you to dress up, but you didn’t think it had be in the level of a fancy dress up.

“You look beautiful,” he said. You blushed.

“So…what’s the occasion? Did you get a promotion or something?” you asked curiously.

“It’s more important than a promotion,” he said. The two of you decided to sit at a bar. Nanami ordered the two of you glasses of red wine. “Remember how we first met a few months ago?”

“How can I not?” you questioned. “You saved my drunk butt.” You always took it lightly and you knew Nanami never did. “And I am forever grateful that you took me home and didn’t listen to my stubborn self.” Nanami gave you a small smile.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he said. “And you’re sweet and lovely. I never thought that I would develop feelings for anyone to be honest since work takes up a lot of my time.”

“But you make time for me.” Nanami softly smiled at you and nodded.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Your smile was wide. You couldn’t find your voice and all you could do was nod. You watched Nanami smile with relief. “Can-Can I kiss you?” And in response, you leaned in and kissed him.

“I would love to be you girlfriend, Kenji-kun.”

*Your Birthday* 2023

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Kento. Happy birthday to you,” you sang happily.

You surprised Nanami when he arrived home late from work. You darkened the house, only dim lights or candles lighting the hallway to the kitchen. When you heard his car pull up, you lit the candles that you prepared on the cake. You wished you were able to gather a photo of his surprised reaction. But you made sure to store the memory forever.

Nanami lightly chuckled and walked up to you and blew the candles out. He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I love you.”

You returned back home from work. You and Kenji moved in together a few months ago. He was finally a detective, a dream job he has been striving to become. And you continued working at home, editing photos and booking schedules with clients.

“Dear, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” Kenji asked on the phone. Your eyes remained on the screen, making sure your edits were perfect.

“I think I want to stay in,” you answered. “Only if it’s okay.”

“Favorite take out place?”

“Yes please.”

“The usual?”

“Yes please.” Kenji chuckled as you became excited.

“Okay, dear. Hopefully I’ll arrive home on time. If not, I will call you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You stopped liking birthdays, but Kenji loves them. And you knew that he was going to try and surprise you with a bouquet of flowers and a cake. It was something you remember doing for Nanami. He would typically work, and you would present him with a small, vanilla cake. It was perfect for just the two of you.

Being with Kenji made you feel better. But the thought of Nanami never stopped. And you wished that you could forget about him. You wish the pain can leave forever, but it still lingered in your heart. You still wonder where he went and why he left you.

"Surprise!" You ran to the door and Kenji stood there with a wide smile and cake in his hands. Ironically, you couldn't help but smile to see the small cake. You walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thank you, Kenji-kun," you said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Your heart dropped and the new pet name sounded bitter in your ears. Nanami always called you sweetheart.

"I like it better when you call me dear," you said with a pout. You hoped it helped cover up your sad face. Kenji could only smile at your request.

"Alright, my dear."

March 15, 2025

You were happily married. You shared the moment with his family and friends and your friends. You had always hoped it be you and Nanami. You dreamt of it before and maybe sometimes you dreamt of it still. But you knew Kenji makes you happy. And even for a brief moment until you were alone, he helps you forget.

But you dreamt of Nanami looking at you with wide eyes. You actually dreamt of a whole wedding and honeymoon with him when he never came back. It felt so real, you never wanted to wake up then. But when you dream of him, you force yourself awake.

"You're spacing out, dear. Are you okay?" Kenji asked worriedly. The two of you were on a plane, traveling to Malaysia for your honeymoon. You smiled at him with reassurance.

"Sorry, being on a plane still makes me nervous," you said. "I just never rode on one yet." Kenji held your hand and squeezed it tightly with reassurance.

"Hold on to me if you need to, my dear." You smiled and nodded.

June 13, 2037

You have twin girls. You imagined Nanami being a girl dad. And now you have Kenji who is a girl dad. Your dreams on Nanami became frequent, you started to lose some sleep.

"Kento-kun, if we have babies, do you want a boy or a girl?" you asked while the two of you were on the couch watching a movie. "Do you want a lot of kids? Would we buy an actual house? Maybe we should get one with a large yard." You stopped when Nanami held your hand tightly.

"I wouldn't mind all girls," he said. "I would want as many kids as you can bear. I want to buy a house, maybe in another country, start anew. Or in a new city or suburbs. The house will be big with a big yard."

"You would make the best girl dad."

"You think so, sweetheart?"

"Of course! Kento-kun, you are an amazing man. You are fearless and brave. You're strong. And you're also caring and is willing to protect anyone you love," you said. "That's the kind of person you are."

"You just made me love you even more. Maybe I should a baby in you right now." You laughed in his kisses.

"Okay. We can try."

You watched Kenji play with your girls as you washed the dishes. You smiled and laughed as they toppled over him. But now, you see Nanami playing with your girls.

December 2, 2060

It was the day Kenji passed away. You found him unconscious while one of your daughters visited with her husband. She called 911. You went on your knees, praying he was still alive. But you couldn't feel him breathe. You couldn't feel his heartbeat.

Yet, you couldn't cry for him. You didn't shed a tear. All you could do was be relieved that he wasn't pain that caused him to be unconscious. You comforted your daughters and they stayed with you for the week with their husbands.

"Mom, come move in with me, Daisuke, and the kids," Aoi, your younger twin daughter suggested. You shook your head. "It'll make me happy. And the kids would be so happy to see grandma everyday."

"But if you want me out, just tell me. I can find a place and--"

"Mom, you have done so much for us. And we love you! Sakura visits a lot. We can all be together!" she exclaimed happily. You smiled at Aoi and nodded.

Sakura and her family came by to help you pack. You were in your room, going through your closet. You couldn't help but look at the untouched boxes that remained inside. Slowly, you opened it. They were items that Nanami left at your place. His extra clothes, glasses that you love teasing him with, his books, and pictures. With shaking hands, you reached out for a picture of the two of you.

You remembered that day clearly, as if it was yesterday.

"Come on, Kento-kun! Just one more picture!" you exclaimed.

"You love taking pictures as much as you love me," he said.

"I love taking pictures. That's why my hobby is my job. But I love you more." Nanami smiled. You knew he would let you take the picture. Nanami stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed the camera above and the two of you smiled as you took the picture. "At least I'll have memories. It's the best thing that I could have."

"You're saying it as if I'll leave you."

"But you won't."

"You're right. I love you too much to do that."

You quickly wiped the tear that escaped your eye and placed the picture back. You haven't opened it since you and Kenji became an official couple. But you also didn't have to heart to get rid of them. There were so many pictures. So many memories.

"Mom, do you need help?" Sakura asked. "Aoi and I finished most of the rooms."

"Please. I have clothes I need to pack," you said. Sakura quickly walked over and caught the pictures.

"Who's that, mom?" she asked curiously. You smiled sadly.

"Just a memory," you answered sadly. Sakura frowned and hugged you. "I'm so happy and filled with joy that you and your sister found the love of your lives and made a beautiful family."

"Was he a horrible person?" she asked. You shook your head.

"He was my first love," you answered. "And he never came back. And I never knew why. So, I moved on. Your father helped me overcome my darkness. And I love your father. I truly do. Sometimes, I think, there's just something about first loves." Sakura smiled.

"I guess Aoi and I wouldn't know. We both somehow married our high school sweethearts," she said with a nervous laugh.

"Such a rare type of love. My two girls deserve it."

"What was his name?"

"Nanami Kento."

Year 2072

You laid in bed, an off feeling in your body apparent. You were tired most of the day. Your daughters stayed with you when they arrived home at work. Aoi and Sakura made sure you were comfortable before Sakura had to head back home and Aoi went to put her kids back to bed.

"You think dad is waiting for you?" Aoi asked.

"Of course he is! He's head over heels for mom, Aoi!" Sakura exclaimed. You couldn't help but tiredly laugh at your two daughters.

"I love how you and dad met though. It was such a cute story. Dad is like that hero saving your drunk butt," Aoi said with a laugh. You nodded.

"I agree. He definitely saved my ass," you said softly.

"Hey mom, thank you for being the best mom out there," Sakura said. "Ow! Aoi!"

"Stop saying it as if she's going to die tomorrow," Aoi said sadly.

"I've been telling her that every night. Right mom?" You nodded. You were getting tired. Your daughters kissed your cheek.

"I love you," they said.

"I'll be here tomorrow after work, mom," Sakura said.

"I can't wait."

"And I'll wake you up for breakfast," Aoi said.

"Alright kiddo."

The lights were turned off. You stared at the blank ceiling. You were waiting for your last breath. Maybe if you sleep, you could die peacefully. But you wonder if that was even a thing. The heavy feeling in your chest continues to become heavier and heavier. But you thought that maybe death was coming to you.

"I hope you're doing well up there, Kenji-kun. Maybe I'll see you there," you said softly. You turned your head. You swore you were delusional, thinking that you saw Nanami there, smiling softly at you. "I'm sorry, Kento. I'm sorry if I was a bad girlfriend that you had to leave like that. I still love you, no matter what. Even through all the pain you caused me, I still love you. I hope you were doing well throughout life. I hope you were happy."

October 31, 2018

Nanami was tired. He was exhausted. It was the weakest he ever felt. All he wanted to do was go back home to you. He wanted to finish the movie and hold you in his arms again. But he knew he couldn't. All he could think about was to save Megumi and Maki. He had to make sure they were alive and well. And if he could, maybe bring them back to Shoko so they can heal and rest.

But god is he so tired. He imagined being in Malaysia, as if he could fill the warmth of the sun kiss his skin. He imagined you with him, splashing the ocean water at him. He was laughing, splashing water back at you. He would you by the waist, circling you in the air. He would kiss you passionately and the two of you would walk along the shore. His arm would stay wrapped around your shoulders and you would hold his hand, resting your head on his shoulder.

He fought the mob of cursed spirits, still having you in mind. He had to defeat them. He had to find Megumi and Maki. Then he had to find Yuji before going back home to you. Once he knows the three young sorcerers were okay, he would leave. He would come back home. He would tell you the truth about his true job. About what he did and why he came home all mangled up. And then he would pray that you will still accept him, even though he has lied to you for the past five to six years.

The exhaustion was too much.

Mahito appeared right in front of him. He knew it was the end. There was no way Nanami could protect himself. He looked at Yuji with a smile. He had no regrets to continue. He knew that if Yuji is safe, everything will be okay. The only regret he could have was that he didn't come back home to you. But he knew if you knew what he did, you would be proud. So he kept that in mind, as long as he has no regrets.

"Itadori-kun, you got it from here."

"I'll be home soon, sweetheart."

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