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eydi-andrius · 5 months

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Sunday Morning Coffee (Nanami Kento x Reader)

Synopsis: You spend the day with Nanami

author's note: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING FORWARD.

This fic is highly different from my usual fics. I have written this for a while but decided to add two endings instead since I cannot choose between the two.

Two warnings will be shared below and will be coordinated by color.

I wrote this when I read the manga and now, that Nanami is finally free, I decided to finally upload this as well.

I'd like to thank all of my readers who have been so kind during my absence. I hope you'll love this fic!

Thank you for your support and notes, it gives me strength and reminds me that someone out there enjoys my silly little writing. ☺️

I apologize if you stumble upon any typo or confusing words. I did a little cry while writing. 👉👈

WARNINGS: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS!

heavy angst, character injuries, character death, hurt with no comfort, this ending will folllow the original story line of JJK

angst, mentioned of major injuries, character amputation, this ending will follow the original story plan of Gege for Nanami's character

divider by: @cafekitsune

Today is Sunday.

The greatest of days, where you can just sleep the whole day and no one can judge you from not doing anything.

Not even your dishes that have been sitting there since last night, your laundry left unfolded on a nearby chair or your empty fridge, except for that half full jar of peanut butter.

Oh! You haven't cleaned for a while too. Your mop and vacuum may give you the looks but no one can protest.

All they can do is judge.

You earned it. You deserved it. You're taking it.

Even Nanami, who rarely gets home, is fast asleep beside you, not caring about the mess. His arms wrapped around your waist, while he comfortably dug his face in the crook of your neck. This can be called romantic, cute even. You love his cuddles. He also loves his weekend cuddles too.

However, global warming has made your routine dirty, so today was extremely humid and it was too hot to be this close with each other. Also, Nanami was just a warm person. He is naturally a furnace. It's not ideal for your situation at the moment. You tried your best to wiggle your way out of his arms, but all he did was tightened his hold on you and groaned in frustration when you tried to pick up his arms away from your body. Your body is weird, you easily get cold but you also hate the heat. This was just too much and all you wanted was your sleep so bad.

"Nanami! It's too hot for cuddles!" Grumbling, you tried your best to force him to loosen his grip. Yet, all efforts were futile when all he did was move closer and bury his face deeper on your neck. His breath was warm and tickling.

With no choice left, and not wanting to lose the tiny bit of sleep on your system, you accepted your fate.

You swallowed the protest, tricked your brain into thinking that the heat did not bother you at all, even counted sheeps. Until in the end, it was Nanami's breathing that brought you back to dreamland. His hot breath may be distracting at first but you’ve guessed the desire to go back to sleep was stronger.

Slowly, you were feeling the familiar pull, it was close. Just imagining that the heat is the familiar summer, followed by the breeze of cold air, when you're out in the meadow, picking flowers. That feeling, just focus on that and let your mind take you away. You can sleep longer and wake up a bit later since it is the weekend.

You were so close, just a hair’s breadth away, so damn near to sleep, when you felt it. A wet, intentional kiss on your neck. No, this is more than a kiss, especially, when you felt the rough, wet feeling of his tongue and a nip on your skin. All the feelings of sleep were gone. You shuddered, goosebumps on your skin, and hairs have risen from shock. You looked back at the culprit, awake as ever.

He just gave out a low laugh that sounded so sexy, as always, when he felt your body shiver and alert. Fully awoken now, you slapped his arm in annoyance. He groaned in pain, probably not expecting it. You were ready to be vengeful, ready for your revenge, when you got distracted as you turned around and saw his morning look, you blushed and all anger vanished.

He woke you up but all your brain could register was his sexy, unintentional, messy hair and half unbuttoned shirt, that shows his beautifully sculpted chest. His bed hair looks so soft, all you wanted to do is to run your fingers through his blonde locks. Why is your boyfriend so sinful? And why is it so easy for you to be influenced?

Now, you're really pissed.

"It's Sunday, Nanami!" You yelled almost crying from frustration. You feel light headed from lack of sleep. But after his shenanigan, you doubted you could go back to sleep.

"I don't have work today and you woke me up with all that wriggling. It was an act of revenge. Come back now, we’re all good." He defended followed by a frown and a pout.

Yes, the Nanami who was so stoic, always, was now pouting. The only reason why he appeared so stoic at work was because he hated working, A LOT. But on the regular, he frowns, pouts, teases, smiles and laughs, especially when you're together.

And what did he just say? How is that your fault?

"So? I am too. That's why I am trying to rest and remove your arm from me. Your cuddles are suffocating and hot. I wanted to be free from them, but you just tightened your hold on me. " Rolling your eyes, you moved and pushed him away when he tried to grab you back to bed. You two were in the middle of a little game of tug of war when suddenly, Nanami suggested something.

"Let's spend the day together." He stared at you with twinkling eyes and you just looked down on his disheveled appearance, that looks more ravishing and appetizing by the minute.

"What's your plan?" With a raised brow, you asked.

"Nothing. I just want to spend the day with you." He said with a smile. Even though he looked tired, with heavy dark bags under his eyes, his face was glowing from the prospect of spending the day with you.

And you can't say no to that.

💚

Thus, it came with no surprise when at 8 am, you two went grocery shopping.

Nothing was inside your fridge at all. Nanami rarely stays at your house, you usually stay at his. He also doesn't believe in living together before you get married so, you really don't put much effort in stocking groceries. And if he does visit your house, so formally, he would text you a week ahead to let you know. Totally crazy! But that's Nanami, your darling on a daily basis. He is so polite and a living incarnate of a gentleman.

A little insight though during grocery runs, you are the one who pushes the cart and Nanami does the actual shopping. He loves taking care of you, while you enjoy watching his butt swaying as he walks ahead of you.

While pushing the cart, you remembered something important. It has been a while since you did this together that you completely forgot how he does his grocery shopping.

You see, Mr. Kento carefully checks each label of the products and compares them to each other. He sometimes takes a photo of the label, if one ingredient is new or unfamiliar to him. He will search for it later and take notes. He takes time to read and even has a journal.

"I completely forgot that you were like this during grocery shopping." You called him out with a chuckle as you watched him read the label of the new chocolate drink on the shelf.

He loves sweets but is not a fan of chocolates. You do though. Usually, you will just pick up your regular choco drink but Nanami begs to differ.

"You know why I do this." He said sternly and glared at your lazy ass.

“Not budging to chill a bit, got it.” You raise your hands in defeat and shake your head in an attempt to hide the flurry in your stomach. You are reminded of how Nanami could be so adorable at times. It is true that with the smallest actions, you can fall deeper to someone.

"Yeah right, I do." You continued, half jokingly. Trying to mimic his voice, you coughed before lowering your voice in an attempt to sound like him.

"I don't have the luxury to get sick. I need to take care of my health if I want to have a strong body. And it starts with choosing the right food."

You have heard him say this a million times that every word was ingrained inside your head. It sounded like something straight out of a commercial. You laughed on how ridiculous you sounded and on how on point you were. Might as well give yourself a pat on the back for that accurate Nanami portrayal.

He just looked at you with a sigh. It sounded so much like a disappointed father, done with his child’s antics.

"Well..I still believe you should do the same. So you can at least last for five rounds." He said with a straight face and he casually put the carton back on the shelf.

Too stunned to speak, you blinked the shock, and watched him walk away, hands inside the pocket of his slacks. When he turned, on his way to the next aisle, you caught a glimpse of a sly smirk.

💚

"How long do I have to wait just to eat my breakfast?" When hungry, everything in your body doesn't work as intended. Your brain is foggy, you are starting to get moody, and you have been complaining non-stop. The supposed short run to the grocery turned to hours as your boyfriend decided that it was better to stock up your place like a normal person should be doing.

It may sound cute and caring to others, but this is Nanami. He was very meticulous with buying stuff and so like a husband watching his wife do the grocery, you followed him around, dutifully. Until you can't take it anymore and had to take underhanded tactics to subdue him and force him to go home with you. Anymore of this running around is taking a toll on you and you won't take it any longer. Using a tactic that works every time, you bribed him with a french kiss. You also would like to thank your stomach for growling so loudly during that kiss, that he had no choice but to truly go home and cook brunch. However, the same with grocery, he is also serious about the food he intakes. Especially on weekends where he can cook.

The usual Nanami would eat anything available in a convenience store, but on the weekend, Nanami would cook a complete set of breakfast, lunch and dinner. And since your food became a brunch, there was just food everywhere. He doesn't stop cooking and plating. You tried to lend a hand but the man said he could do it.

So you sat there, waiting for him. Watching as the table was filled with various healthy and home cooked meals. You are salivating.

"Don't you think there was just too much? I'm not sure if I could eat this all." You whined a bit. Hoping that he knows you are complaining because you were just hungry. You will always be extremely grateful for eating hot food and your hot boyfriend cooking for you.

"I'll eat it if you can't finish them." He said as a matter of fact. He probably was thinking why are you complaining about the food waste, when he eats after you every time. He stated before that eating gives him energy so he doesn't mind eating a lot, especially, lots of protein and fiber.

Once done, you are probably drooling all over the table. The food was plated nicely and perfectly, you feel kinda bad touching them. Or at least you tried to feel guilty, because the moment Nanami said “dig in”, you walked towards him, gave him a kiss, as a thank you, and ate with no hesitation or whatsoever.

The food was great, obviously, your boyfriend is a good cook. Until you saw your mortal enemy, sitting on top of your vegetable stir fry, and felt the pang of betrayal. Trying to act stealthy, you used your chopsticks and placed the pieces of carrots on his bowl.

"Eat your food." He said without looking, but the deep sigh after was so personal, you shuddered from being caught.

"I am, but I think you can have these carrots. I believe they're good for your eyes." You act cutely with puppy eyes, while nitpicking the offensive orange root crop.

"You need them more. I'm not the one wearing eyeglasses. Now, eat." He did not put back the carrots you already placed on his cup but he did cover the top of his bowl using his hand to stop you from placing any more carrots in his food. Pouting, you groaned and ate with your brows drawn together, upset about being forced to chew down a root crop that tastes like soap.

"Good girl." He said in his deepest and sultry voice, unprovoked.

The sound of his voice almost choked you to death when he spoke and teased you midway through swallowing. The culprit forced himself not to laugh as he soothed your back and helped you drink water. He said sorry but you don't believe he was sorry one bit.

💚

Since Nanami cooked for today, you volunteered to do the dishes. Once done, you found him on the couch sitting and watching the new film that came out recently. It was a romantic film but you've heard that it has a very sad ending and it was really heartbreaking.

"How was it?" You asked, as you plopped down next to him on the couch. As fast as you sat, he immediately moved and rested his head on your lap and he continued to watch the movie. And just like breathing, you run your hand through his hair. He hummed with satisfaction and you felt the vibration of his "hmmmm" on your lap.

"I believe I'm still in the middle of it. Probably the part near the rising action. Nothing happened much yet, but slowly, the cracks on their relationship were showing." After a minute or two, he responded.

You see, Nanami is the type to watch anything you put on TV. He will not complain at all. If you put the cheesiest or most gruesome movie, he will watch it. When you asked him why once, he replied that he barely watches television and to be honest, he doesn't really know what he likes or dislikes anymore when it comes to these things. He was just happy to have time to watch movies.

It was such a sad answer but he reassured you that he was just grateful. This may be the most low rated movie but behind the screen, there were tons of overwork people who did their best to produce the greatest quality using the resources provided to them. He doesn't want to waste their efforts. Somehow, even though his answer was supposed to be reassuring, it sounded sadder. But you just tell yourself that you have such a compassionate boyfriend and you are lucky to have him.

After some time, you also get immersed in the movie. You were trying to blink away the tears when the main protagonist was giving birth. Both the male and female protagonists have waited to have this kid. They have done everything, paid anything just to have their child. Sadly, there were complications during birth. The character was in so much pain that you cannot help but feel bad for her. She was having this monologue about how unfair it was for her to feel this much pain when there were lots of women who birthed tons of children but still gave birth so smoothly. She was asking if it was really a sin to wish to have your own family. Have your own kid? Was this a punishment for choosing something that was given to others so simply? She was asking if this was a curse or if she truly doesn't deserve happiness?

"Are you alright?" You looked down at Nanami who looked a bit surprised with your expression. You wouldn't blame him though. You probably had bitten your lips to stop yourself from crying, eyes barely holding back tears and cheeks red from sadness. You look probably as miserable as the character in the movie you were watching.

"I am so scared of giving birth, darling." You admitted. Technically, he knew about it from the very start but it never stopped him from getting together with you. To soothe yourself, you continue stroking his hair.

"I told you, I don't mind not having kids." He said as straightforward as always.

"Exactly. You don't mind not having one but what if one day, you wanted one?" This question might trigger some partners but not Nanami. The best thing about him was that you have the freedom to express yourself.

He always listens and communicates his words well. Even if you disagree about something, he will not force his belief on you. Instead, he would try to see if there's a workaround that the both of you could use. So far, nothing major has been discussed. But it has always been your insecurity that your partner, one day, would wake up and will want to have kids.

There was just no way you could do that. Giving birth is such an unnecessary pain and it will not stop there. Right after giving birth, you were expected to nurse your kid even though you have not recovered yet. It was an experience that sounded straight from a nightmare.

"You don't have to worry about it. We can always adopt. I don't mind if the kid isn't blood related to us. I'm just happy to start a family with you." He said so simply as he stared at you while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He looks so handsome and you never thought that a man such as him would choose you. As much as he was lucky to have you, you were truly blessed to have him too.

"What about Yuji? I really like that kid. He is such a sweetheart." You wiggled your eyebrows as you teased him.

You have met the trio, Megumi, Yuji and Nobara. They were all lovely but will give you a headache. Nanami will not say it out loud but you know he likes Yuji the best. He always said the kid is a walking disaster but he cares for him a lot.

"I don't mind. He's a nice kid." He nodded and turned his head to focus on the film again. You cannot help but smile at that. Even though you were just teasing him, he gave a straightforward answer.

"We can adopt him once we get married." He continued.

"Are you proposing to me?" You asked a bit taken aback.

"Not yet. Just wanted to remind you of my intentions in the near future."

You chuckled at him when you saw his ears turned red. Nanami Kento, your darling, can be the purest sometimes.

💚

The day progressed slowly but smoothly. You had missed the days where you were just spending your whole day with him. In these moments you realize why you fell for him. And these days, he shows how much he loves you.

You love this man so much that it actually hurts, but it's the type of hurt you will take any time and any day. Gosh! You have never fallen this bad to someone. To the point that, you cannot imagine a life without him now. You used to have doubts with your exes, but never with him. Being with Nanami is the same with how comfortable silence works.

However at times, when things are running too smoothly, that's when life smacks your face with reality.

“What's this?” During dinner, Nanami gave you a box. You had a smile on your face when you accepted it, assuming it was a gift, but your face immediately went crestfallen when you saw one round ticket inside, addressed to your hometown. Just one.

You stared at him looking for answers. The used to be romantic lightning created by the candles he prepared for dinner, now added to your dread. Especially, when he just looks at his plate, picking his food, instead of answering you.

"Nanami?" You repeated, almost begging.

"I just want you to be safe." He replied with brows looking downward. When he finally looked up, you could see his anguish.

“I don't understand.” You shook your head in confusion. “You have fought curses before, been in the middle of a war once, even. I don't get why this one is any differ.” Looking down at the ticket, you did your best not to crumple it while being held by your shaky hands. Then, a realization hit you.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Gods, no! I will never do that.” His crestfallen face turned into shock when you mentioned a break up. He stood up, walked towards where you sat and crouched down in front of you. He held your hands and grimaced when he realized how cold it was.

“I will never do that, nor I wish to end us like that. I just want you to be safe. That’s all. I want you to be somewhere away from here, just in case, things go awry. God knows I will never forgive myself if something happens to you and I am away to protect you from it. Just please, go to your parents for the meantime. Think of it as a vacation.” He explained, drawing circles with his thumb on your hands in a soothing manner.

“I-”

“I promise that this will be the last time. I will retire after this and we can go somewhere, away from Japan, where we can enjoy our days together without thinking of working overtime and you, being worried about my safety, each mission, each night. I cannot live any moment of my life in danger knowing that you are waiting for me to go back home! My darling, we can finally start our lives together after this” He kissed your hand and held it on his cheeks. His eyes were hopeful, and although there were still doubts within you, a dreadful feeling within your gut, you nodded and smiled back at him.

He gave you a smile of relief when you agreed and that night, he kissed you like a man starved. You wished that he would never stop, the moments never move forward, but alas, the sunrise came. Yet, you were thankful to watch the beautiful view, together with him. He hugged and kissed your forehead as you leaned against him and closed your eyes in content.

author's note: AGAIN, there will be two endings below. The BLUE will have heavy angst and the GREEN will have a happy ending. Choose wisely or read both! But don't forget to enjoy! 🫶

Ending BLUE 💔 or Ending GREEN ❤️‍🩹

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romiantic · 8 months

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GLOSSY

GLOSSY, which lip gloss flavor the jjk boys love on you

→ INCLUDING gojo, yuji, yuta

→ READING: gn!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + every boy is a pouter and loves y/n’s lips too much for their liking

→ A/N: for reference, I’m talking about the broadway lip gloss aka the beauty supply lip gloss thats like a dollar

𖦹 ₊˚. SATORU GOJO → ANY AND EVERYTHING

— okay so, we all know gojo is a man who favors basically everything about women, especially his. so does he have a specific scent that he prefers on you? absolutely not

— as long as his lips are pressed on yours, he is absolutely okay with any lip gloss flavor you wear. but he does have a favorite and it always is something sweet like strawberries or the rosehip oil. like the minute he kisses your lips and it tastes like the rosehip oil? oh he is not leaving you for hours, he is staying on those lips until all of it is licked off. sorry not sorry <3

— gojo usually favors the lip gloss that's wrapped in pink packaging cause he truly believes that they’re gonna be sweet. shit, he might even buy some for himself cause he reallyyyy loves how shiny and thick they make your lips look. he’ll even take pictures of him wearing your lip gloss and send it to you with no shame

— as much as he loves seeing you apply lip gloss to your lips, he is way too quick to wipe it all off and he’s not ashamed of it. to this white-haired man, your lips look too pretty to stand there untouched by his lips to be exact. so don’t be surprised when he finds any ridiculous excuse in the book to kiss you

— he’ll say “oh y/n, you have something on your lips” “y/n you smell good, come here” “I literally haven’t kissed you in 2 hours, I think I’m gonna die”. also, please don’t reject his kisses cause he will get pouty and dramatic, I mean whining for two hours straight because you won’t kiss him

𖦹 ₊˚. YUTA OKKOTSU → COCONUT OIL

— yuta usually isn’t picky with what flavor you wear, since it is you wearing it and not him. but he favors the coconut oil and always hopes you pick out the brown-colored lip gloss whenever you’re getting ready

— if you’re not around, or he’s off to missions, he’ll usually ask for pictures of you of course.you send him selfies and pictures of your jujutsu outfit with other accessories, he usually replies with compliments and some emojis. sometimes he’ll send some interesting compliments but he’ll immediately blame it on gojo and say that wasn’t him

— now on the phone, it seems like a cute gesture but on the outside, his cheeks are tainted such a deep red, you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed that he’s down bad

— yuta isn’t always in the mood for pda so he’s not a big kisser but he does take a lot of glances at your lips. he does restrain himself from grabbing your face and he actually has pretty great restraint, until you move closer to hold his hand and give him a quick peck on the corner of his lips

— sometimes you’ll tease yuta to see how flustered he’ll get cause you know he’s staring at your lips. but he can’t help when your lips have that familiar of coconut oil and please don’t have lip liner on either, he will lose it. just like his annoying family member, gojo, he will find every excuse to kiss you but he’ll add a little pout to it

— as much as you tell him no, he’ll still try to kiss you. he’ll tell you that it’s only a quick peck, or even just a kiss on cheek, he just wanna feel your lips somewhere on him. even after you give him a kiss, he’ll ask you for more and stay on you until you give one more…and another…and another, there’s no stopping to this at this point

𖦹 ₊˚. YUJI ITADORI → MANGO BUTTER

— yuji would definitely be into more fruity scents like strawberry, mango, cherry, all of that. but mango? his absolute favorite on you, he will kiss that flavor off of you from sun up to sun down. he’ll take breaks during training to kiss you, purposely sit in front of you to give you a peck, try everything under the sun to have your lips on his

— now, this boy have no shame on staring at your lips. he will even tell you himself that he’s not paying attention to anything but your lips all glossed and sitting pretty. he’s tempted to kiss them but for the sake of you, he won’t…sometimes (blame sukuna)

— granted, he will respect your space and not kiss if you’re not in the mood for some kisses. he’ll search your face and body language to indicate your mood

— but if you are in the mood, yuji isn’t leaving your side until megumi drags him to his room. usually he’ll say “one more” and it never is one more until its nine pm and he skipped dinner

— yuji doesn’t mind wearing your lip gloss on his face either, actually it makes him quite elated when his face is sticky and shiny from your gloss. you would offer to wipe it off but that youthful smile on his face is definitely saying no

— yuji’s another pouter, sigh. but he might be worse than the other two combined, like down bad when you reject his kisses. his face gives a gloomy look for the entire time, you would think there’s a rain cloud pouring on him like on cartoons. he’s keeping that look until you give in and give him a quick peck and instantly is back to his normal self

⭑ mia back on her jjk grind ??? we’ll shall see

⭑ was gojo’s self indulgent…maybe. can you blame me 🤭?

⭑ lemme know which one was yall fave !

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

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yes-i-am-a-sinner · 2 years

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“GET OUT OF WORK”FREE CARD

(Nanami x black!reader)

inspired by this tiktok

Your phone rings with a FaceTime call, but it’s stuck at the bottom of your purse. Your husband, Namami Kento, keeps telling you to stop doing that because people are crazy in this day and age. He just wants his wife safe.

Finally reaching the phone, you hurry and swipe right before you miss the call.

“Hey baby—” You smile at him.

“Why did it take you so long to answer?”

Before you could even get a word out, he cuts you off.

“—You know what? Never mind.”

And that’s completely fine with you. You want to avoid another lecture about the dangers of your phone being at the bottom of you bag. You know, but old habits die hard.

Nanami starts speaking again, bringing you back to the conversation.

“In about 15 minutes, you’re going to call me, okay? You’re going to call me and I’m going to say that Gojo wants me to stay for whatever reason. You’re going to yell as loud as you can at me,”

This again? Your husband is a riot. Always using you as an excuse to avoid overtime or working with Gojo.

“—and say that I can’t stay overtime, I can’t do anything, I need to be home right now, okay? You’re going to sound really angry.”

Honestly, it’s a good thing he’s not focused on your face because you are trying your absolute hardest not to laugh. The lengths your husband goes through to avoid overtime or social interaction in general never fails to crack you up.

There’s a laugh stuck in your throat, “You know you can just say no? I don’t know why you’re bringing me into this.”

Nanami pushes his glasses up with a heavy sigh, “Do this one thing. This one thing I’ve asked you to do. I don’t ask you to do anything. If you could just pull this one thing out of a hat for me.”

“Yeah, okay.” You resigned with an eyeroll.

“Thank you, thank you. Damn.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, doll. I appreciate you.”

“Mmhm. I bet that’s what yo ass said, Kento.”

With eyes full of mirth he smirks, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too.”

With that, you hang up and wait 15 minutes to start the show. You hurry and drive back home. The last thing you want to do is be out here yelling in public. When you get home, you toe off your shoes and slide on your slippers. You make yourself comfortable and click Nanami’s name.

Back at work, Nanami’s phone rings and he answers it.

“Hey, baby—“

“NANAMI FUCKING KENTO! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO WORK THESE LONG HOURS! YOU SAID YOU WILL BE HOME AT 6:15! WHAT TIME IS IT?”

“—6”

“6 FUCKING 45. NOT ONLY AM I YOUR WIFE, I’M YOUR PREGNANT WIFE! KENTO IF YOU KEEP PLAYING WITH ME, I WILL COME UP TO YOUR JOB AND SHOW YOU WHO YOU PLAYING WITH! Bring back some ice cream on your way back! Hugs and kisses, baby!”

Nanami’s phone makes the disconnect beep and Gojo nosey as ever throws his arm around Nanami.

“Ah, Nanamin! Sounds like you should be getting back home to the misses!”

Finally Nanami groaned in his head. He packs his case and pushes up his glasses. He barely spares Gojo a glance as he whines pitifully in the background as Nanami ignores him.

Nanami didn’t know if you were serious about the ice cream, but he stopped and grabbed you some on his way home.

After making it home, he finds you in the living room on your phone. He bends down to great you with a kiss and sits beside you.

“Was that good?” You push a stray curl/coil out of your face.

“It was perfect.” As Nanami says this, he can’t help but admire you. The way each curl/coil twists into bouncy spirals, the way the melanin in your skin looks good in all lighting. He adores you so much.

“You know, darling? Saying you’re pregnant was the perfect lie that I needed. I’ll never have to stay overtime for a while.”

Still looking at your phone, “Who said I was lying?”

Nanami gets quiet. He fully turns his body towards you and he grabs your cheeks with both of his hands.

“Seriously?”

You nod your head and Nanami lights up with the softest smile you’ve ever seen. Still holding your face, he leans in to kiss you.

His coworkers may think you’re mean, but seeing your husband’s reaction was worth it.

(yes, y’all did eat the ice cream after)

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suguruplsr · 2 months

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i feel like a small kink-that-isn’t-such-a-kink-but-i’m-calling-it-a-kink that kento has is watching you squirm from overstimulation.

specifically your hands during sex.

“move ‘em.” kento grits out, voice shaky as he fucks you from behind. you whine at his command, ignoring it and holding onto the blanket underneath you just a bit tighter. he watches how your fingers crunch the fluffy fabric, body trembling once he gives you a thrust that rubs your g-spot. you mewl, head falling onto the bed with a force on the back of it. his larger hand slides from your head down to your chin, turning it sideways against the bed. “what did i say sweetheart?” he mumbles, halting his movement. his soaked cock stays full into you, wet and sticky cum mushed around where you two meet. you whimper, trying to push back. his tip nudges where you need him, but your wanton moan is greeted with a spank of your ass.

“you’re not listening, hm?” kento quips, rubbing your hot ass cheek and leaning down. your back further arches, “s-sorry, just..” you try to explain yourself, but the teetering moans leaving you as his dick rocks into you do you no justice. “my baby’s so needy..” kento smiles, kissing the side of your cheek, his peppered kisses going down below your jaw, a slick of wetness in its wake. “c’mon sweetie, let go f’me.” he coos in your ear, fresh regal cologne filling your senses. you purse your lips, following his words obediently and letting your hands relax. you didn’t even realize how hard you had clutched onto the bed, hands aching a bit and fingers red.

swiftly, your face is turned straight into the blanket, hands pulled behind you and wrists locked by just one of your lover’s hands. without words, kento begins pounding your cunt how your need it, loud squelches and sounds of the mess that you two have made. your whines and moans fill kento’s head, his eyes stuck on how your ass jiggles with each thrust into you. the skin slowly brightening with juices that leave your soaping pussy. however, his view trails up, feeling your wiggling fingers scratch at his hand. god, you’re so cute. even if he can’t see your lewd expressions, he just knows you’re losing every bit of sobriety you had left, letting yourself go dumb on his cock. your fingers stretch before digging into his skin, but with the thick head of his cock angling just too good, they widen again, matching the sound of your higher moans. “please! please! please— make me cum!” your words rip through you, sobbing and shaking. kento groans, he can get used to studying you like this..

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fmhobeus · 1 month

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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shegetsburned · 1 month

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archeology teacher w. kento nanami *ੈ✩‧₊˚

.nsfw. ⁀➷ part II

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s your first-semester teacher for your anthropology major.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who was recommended by one of your friends so you took his archeology class.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s considerate and kind towards his students, and has an inspiring passion for history although he comes off as stoic and aloof.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who laid his eyes on you the first time when you came after class to his desk to ask questions, leaving a permanent impression on him with your cute demeanour and bright smile. your interest made him question his.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose athletic build molded by his tight blue shirt attracted your gaze more than once while he explained roman architecture with his back turned toward the class.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose subtle eye contact makes your heart flutter and your thighs clench together. he’ll always find your gaze whether you’re at the back of the class or on the sides.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who won’t hesitate to take overtime if it means being able to deepen the subject with you and help you in any way he can.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who shifts closer to you while showing you slides of ancient artifacts, occasionally brushing your elbow with his.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who’s normally capable of separating sentimentalism from service, but can’t get you out of his head. thinking of you in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to his students.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose hunger becomes more and more insatiable the more time he spends with you. his focus failing him every time you look into his eyes while he speaks or when you touch his elbow as you get up from your seat at the end of the studying session.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who closes the door behind the last student after a two-hour long class on a friday evening, leaving you two alone. despite his tired figure, he insists that he can still work on some subjects with you.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose explanations are unusually incomprehensible and languorous. you ask if you should call it a day but his demanding eyes tell you otherwise.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who leans on his desk, inattentively misplacing his stuff and shifting his weight closer to you, his cologne blesses your nostrils when his neck is to your height, forcing you to look up.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento whose heavy breath lends on your forehead when his hands grab the sides of your chair, pulling you closer, his thumb just slightly caresses your thighs sending shivers down your spine.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gives up any kind of restraint and self-control that inevitably comes with the job when he lifts you up on the desk, placing a ravenous kiss upon your lips, his hands tracing your curves up and down.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who hurries his movements, skillfully undressing you with little to no regard for anyone that might enter and watch him fuck his student.

“n-nanami. is it okay?” you ask against his lips, already melting into his touch. you were certainly more concerned than him for the consequences.

but he had watched you for weeks, rubbing yourself against your chair, nervously biting your lips and nibbling at your pen while he taught the class. he had enough of your subtle grins and teasing smiles.

“i don’t care.”

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who gets off on your shy moans that echo through the whole amphitheatre. your hesitant whines are blocked by one of your hands until he grabs your wrist, pulling it down against the desk.

“let me hear you, sweetheart. let the whole school hear you.”

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lowers your pants and underwear before unbuckling his belt and steadying himself right in front of your entrance, a grin on his lips when you ask for him by pulling his tie down.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who mercilessly pounds into you, holding your hands down behind you and bending your body so your back arches against the wooden desk.

you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his weight forward, asking for him deeper, but the sheer size of his member was already enough to completely fill you. whenever he moved, it bruised your tight pussy, completely covering him with your seed.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who places gentle kisses upon your ear and neck despite how greedily he fucks you. your nails dig into the desk to maintain yourself, every time he thrusts in.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who easily but patiently leads you to multiple orgasms, keeping you in his class for more than one hour of overtime.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who lets no part of your body undiscovered, leaving no place for the imagination when you end up completely naked as he eats your pulsating cunt just like you expected he would.

₊˚ପ⊹ archeology teacher!kento who watches you leave his class for the tenth time, but this time satisfied. you left a delicious imprint on his lips and his hands that he’d think about for the whole weekend. he knew he needed to have you all to himself now and promised he’d ask you out for a proper date next time, hoping you wouldn’t say no to a teacher who had taught you so much already.

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venuslut · 3 months

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FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

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luxesiren · 4 months

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i present bodyguard!toji….

just thinking about how unethical it would be to sleep with your bodyguard. you hired him to protect you so why were you so easily swayed by his voice? by the way he pulled you in by your waist to move you out of the way, the way his body easily covered yours whenever you were out in the general public.

every time he addressed you, your knees would wobble and you felt the need to hold onto him as you walked too close for comfort.

toji noticed your attraction to him but he never let it bother him because he felt the same way about you. the way you always looked up at him and the way you would cling to him when being bombarded with unnecessary questions and comments from the paparazzi. god, he noticed everything.

after every rough night, you two always ended up like this. you being bounced in his lap clinging to him as tears rolled down your cheeks and over and over you repeated his name like a prayer, “god, toji, toji…” you sobbed, your nails digging into his skin as you mouthed at his neck making more marks that he would have to cover by tomorrow morning.

his hands occupying your waist as they tightened their grip, fucking into you as if you were a fleshlight. “fuck, your pussy is so tight. gonna let me see you?” he always wanted to see your face when you were like this, saying you look the prettiest with tears in your eyes.

carefully you removed your head from his neck and looked him in the eyes. he thrust up into you harshly, his tip kissing your cervix and your moan so loud that it’s embarrassing. “t-toji slow down!! ah fuck!”

“slow down? no. i want your neighbors to hear how good you sound.” he says through gritted teeth as you clench around him, “go on, tell them how good daddy’s making you feel..”

his pace speeds up and your moans only go up an octave with every push and pull of his cock dragging against your walls. if your neighbors didn’t know who toji was before then they would now.

#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#jjk x poc!reader #jjk toji #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #toji smut #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji x reader #toji zenin #jujustu kaisen

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hon3y-y · 3 months

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your choso has rewired my brain...literally cant stop thinking about popular reader who has a new bf every week x virgin nerd choso who despite his inexperience has every intention to leave you dumb on the end of his cock. He even lets you slap his books down and talk shit about him with your little girlfriends in public, but behind closed doors you're the one crying and begging him hdjsjs definition of 'send her back to her bf w my handprint on her ass' aaaaa and if its a love story, it turns out chosos had the fattest crush on her bc he knows shes actually a sweetie at heart but loves her toxic side too and gives her the best dick until she stops playing around like THE REVERSAL 😭 he would be so sweet in his own way and so loyal and a fucking dog to her lowkey but covers it up with mean words and pussy slaps 🥺

Nerd!choso has a special place in my pants heart😵‍💫

Cw; nastyy smut, filming, infidelity(👀), choso is a little pervy but that’s why we love him🫶, talks of bodily fluids, reader is a lil mean

Enjoy<3

After the first time you fucked, he was extremely a little mad about you dating someone the next day (especially since it was his first time and you knew that) but quickly forgot about it once he had his head between your legs later that night, your mouth babbling nonsense when he sucked a little too hard.

He would purposefully leave hickies on your chest and thighs, smiling cheekily as he watched your shakey legs try to dress yourself. “Don’t look at me that way," you mumbled, your usual attitude gone and replaced with shyness under his intense gaze. Yeah, he didn’t have to worry.

Choso let's you get away with everything. the laughing, the pushing, and the taunts about how “small” he probably is from your friends (to which he nearly smirks when you stiffen slightly). He goes along with all of it and even watches you tongue-fuck your stupid boyfriend, who’s likely one hard hit to the head away from permanent brain damage. But he can’t stay mad; you look so cute trying to be tough. Eyebrows furrowed and a little hiss in your tone, knowing that the moment everyone disappears, you’re nothing but a sobbing mess, begging for him to touch you.

You’re in his room later, bent into a mating press, gasping for air as his cock clumsily batters your g-spot. “Yes—fuck, cho! "Your skin feels so hot, and your mind is so numb. Choso is nearly just as loud, already cumming two times, but watching you made it impossible to pull out. A sticky mess of both your fluids caused gooey strings to form whenever he moved away, the erotic sight making him pull out and reach for his phone. “W-what are you—"

You tried to sit up when the light of a camera flashed in your eyes, making you gasp before he tilted it down, focusing on your pussy. “Look at how wet she is.” He reaches out to touch, making your hips jerk in sensitivity. He plays with your wetness, making your cheeks hot, showing off the substance to the camera before placing his finger on your hole to tap at the new cream that seeped out.

You went to pull your legs closed. "E-enough, Choso." You sent him a glare, making him laugh before leaning down to kiss your cunt. He pointed the camera up to catch your shocked face, and you glanced at it again. “Why are you filming this? I never said—"

You squeal as he nips your clit, immediately shutting up but sending him a harsh glare. He kisses your thigh at your compliance. “Do you really not want me to?” He stared up at you, putting little pecks on your bud, making your breath hitch. You shook your head, ‘no’, “fuck, I don’t care, just make me cum,” you whine, pushing his head down. You jolt up, your eyes widening, when you feel the stinging slap on your pussy.

You’re about to speak when he does it again and again, each hit harder than the previous one, a yelp of surprise escaping you as he forces the light in your eyes again, making you squint. “You’re such a slut, it’s almost pathetic." His harsh words make you pout, mumbling about how mean he is. “I’m mean? Tell the camera why you came here.” You bite your lip, looking away, causing him to grab your chin and force you to look. “I’m not asking.”

It feels humiliating: “He couldn’t make me cum.” Your voice is quiet, but you could practically feel the cocky smile on Choso's face. “Who’s he?” You want to die, shaking your head. He rolled his eyes, tapping on your cheek to signal you to talk. With a sigh, you repeat yourself, “My boyfriend couldn’t make me cum.” Choso mockingly coos behind the camera, his thumb going to rub your swollen bud. “And how many times have you cum since getting here?”

He pans the camera back and forth between your needy pussy and pretty face, your sweaty skin glistening under the intense lighting making his cock impossibly harder. You look so delicate, just helplessly taking the pleasure he gives you because your body needs him so bad. Tears gather in your waterline whenever he applies more pressure, eyes zeroing in on the slick that starts to drip down your ass.

You can’t answer, your jaw hanging open when he quickened his pace. Your chest is heaving as you chanted out ‘please!’ hips thrusting up to meet him until you quickly cum with a shutter, choso slowing but not stopping as you relax again. You look up to the camera with a tired smile, holding up your hands to signal four, your eyes could barely remain open, head flopping back into the pillow. your eyes are getting heavy, nearly having you succumb to sleep when you feel his tip align with your cunt. “Flip over, slut.”

He forces you to film yourself as he pounds into you from behind, crying when he leans down to tug at your sore nipples. He forces your back to arch more, pathetically taking his cock into your swollen pussy. If you drop the camera, he’ll wait until you pick it up again. Or, he’ll snatch it from your hand to catch you desperately rutting against him, begging him to let you cum and “fuck you right." He does just that, leaving you with a fried brain and a puddle of your own drool, tears, and juices from how intensely he made you squirt.

Honestly, he’s so horny and has so much stamina he’ll just keep going until he’s shooting blanks, making sure to point the camera at the cum that leaks out of your puffy cunt, spreading your lips so it can closely get your gaping hole. Of course, after he’s had his fun, he’ll gently take care of you. You’re practically sleeping already, barely being able to speak as he nods along to your near incoherent praise, “S'good t’me. Luv you so much."He smiles, a giddy feeling in his tummy, as he holds a water bottle to your lips, which you gulp down quickly, not realizing how dehydrated you really were. He tucks you in, cuddling as you grip onto him tightly.

It’s not long after that you stop seeing the guy you were with, or any for that matter (at least, according to your friends' knowledge). When they ask what happened, you just shrug, making up some excuse, trying not to stutter as the vibrations in your panties speed up. Choso watches closely, smiling happily as you try to discreetly roll your hips<3

A/n: I need him so bad it’s getting to me. Also, send request bc writers block is a btch. Mwah💋

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heejayy · 5 months

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Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

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c4teyezz · 3 months

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my fav jjk men with babies lol

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my fav jjk men x afab!reader

i kept the baby gender neutral for yall in case, i dont want ppl coming to me like “nO hE wOulD dEfinEtly hAve a-“ shut.

note: on nanamis part it mentions reader being pregnant 🤰

characters: gojo saturo, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen, higuruma hiromi, nanami kento, kusakabe atsuya, toji fushiguro

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Gojo Saturo

- spoils the baby 24/7 and the things the baby has are the best of the best, the price doesnt matter to him

- idk why but he likes taking a big whiff of the babies hair then going like “ahhhh!” after and then kissing their scalp

“look babe i just bought some new clothes for our little one” gojo said smiling up at you as you entered the room. gojo is sitting on the foam rug thing with the baby laying down on it

gojo held up the baby carefully while supporting their neck at the same time to show you their fit. “thats so cute!” you responded then sitting down with him, you look at the tags that gojo ripped out from the clothes “saturo what did i say abt rubbish- $200!? WE SHOULD BE USING THAT MONEY FOR THEIR FOOD”

Geto Suguru

- i feel like hes gonna be a fairly strict but not too strict of a father

- he loveeessss wrapping them up in his robes, hugging/carrying them around like that wherever he goes in the house

“ah-! let go of my hair!” suguru demanded but not doing anything to stop it, the baby just giggles at their fathers reaction not knowing that their lowkey hurting their dad bc obviously theyre just a baby…

you take a quick pic of the sight thats in front of you, giggling along with your baby

“damn this thing is strong!” he said

“dont call your kid a thing!”

Sukuna Ryomen

- he mostly watches you take care of “the brat” he calls them, but is willing to help as long as you give him clear instructions on what the hell hes supposed to do with “it”

- i can see him holding his kid upside down with their legs when theyre like 6 or something and sometimes he drops them on purpose before quickly and successfully catching them, he has no intentions of hurting them, hes mostly doing it to fuck with you. i mean he made the kid laugh so lol

“what the fuck its crying” he pointed out to you as you rock the baby gently in your arms

“yeah i can see that… and stop calling them ‘it’, theyre not some sort of rare space specimen”

Higuruma Hiromi

- even tho in the manga hes portrayed as the classic “no humor, cold, tired man in a suit” kind of guy, i honestly dont think hes just that, hes just like that in professional settings and when things are serious. i can see him make light jokes, like he did with itadori, so he’d definitely do the same with his baby

- he likes gently scratching the babys back, as he knows its relaxing i mean who doesnt like a good scratch on the back sometimes. he doesnt mind when the baby starts fiddling with his tie, but when the baby chews on if he definitely gets a bit grossed out

“bah!” hiromi jokingly surprised the baby which made the baby flinch and cry at their father, hiromi laughed at the baby’s raction “sorry” Hiromi gently apologised while smiling at them, then went back to scare them one more time by covering his face then quickly uncovering his face “boo!”

this time the baby laughed with their father and you recorded the fun moment

(this is also inspired by a reel i saw on instagram, it was so cute 😭)

Nanami Kento

- HANDS DOWN THE BEST FATHER DUH WTF??? do we even have to argue???? since the baby hes been cutting his alcohol drinking as he doesnt want the baby’s sensitive lungs to suffer from the smell. he also lovessssss skin to skin, when the baby popped out and it was his turn to hold the baby in his bare chest, he was over the moonnnnn

- ngl he would mostly take care of the baby more than you, his excuse is since you carried the baby for 9 months, so its his job to support and deal with the baby most of the time mwah mwah

you stare at him feeding your baby their bottle, whose also safely tucked in his loving arms

“kento can i feed them now?” you asked him

“go rest honey, you deserve it” he responded, kissing you on the forehead

“thats my baby youre hogging!”

Kusakabe atsuya

- omg he likes making the baby dance, the baby cant walk yet, so he’d hold them up and make them look like theyre dancing by making them look like their doing that default baby dance toddlers do or gently swing them side to side

- loves placing them on his chest as they sleep as he fiddles with their tiny hand. also he strictly calls them by their shorter version of their name or a random nickname that suits them

“mmph! stop trying to grab my lolly!” atsuya told the baby as it tried reaching for it, eventually the baby caught the stick of the lollipop and forced it out of their dads mouth and putting it into theirs

“hehe gross”

fushiguro toji

- he plays with them by making them pretend that theyre boxing with their hands

- naps naps napsssssss, he always puts them on his chest so that they can nap together on the couch. but sometimes when toji snores, he lets out a loud snore which scares the baby into waking up crying lmfaoooooooo

“hell nah”

“toji just wipe their ass already, im trying to show you how change their diaper”

“fucking hell…” toji muttered as he slowly lifts the baby by their legs

okay maybe hes not the best when it comes to helping sometimes, but at least hes willing to try

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maayong gabii lahat!!! (good evening everyone!!!)

hehe i just wanna say thank you guys for the likes, reblogs, comments, and followers so far :))))

damo nga salamatttt (thank you so muchhhh)

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chosaya · 8 months

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UNDERCOVER IN THE RING

Synopsis: your an undercover fighter who is assigned to catch criminals down in an underground fighting ring!

A/n warnings : this story contains some violence and mature sense,cruising, smut, fighting, flirting and more

MEET YOUR FIGHTER’S!

THE FIGHTER’S PURSUIT!

first day’s never go as planned, especially meeting one of the most feared criminal fighter yet.

CRIMINAL COMBAT!

Second day and things are hectic in the ring? your job gets even worse when a new criminal arrives..

ROUGE RINGS !

Things go south while trying to catch these criminals, but what happens when one indeed’s to help you?

FATAL TARGET !

you’ve captured one of the criminals unsuspected things get intense for you.

AGAINST THE ROPES !

another match begins for the fighters what’s the worst that could happen?

CHOKEHOLD CHAMPION !

after a successful win, a rumour starts to spread beneath the ring.

A THRILLER UNVEILING !

a meeting is called in. now your left in a room alone with the most dangerous criminals.

UNHINGED RIVIALS !

Two Rivials against each other make your job harder than you think..

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suguruplsr · 18 days

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NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!

— fucking your mentor?

geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread + rushed so lmk what i missed ! 🪐

⸝⸝ psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study you’ve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job you’re aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.

like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyone’s a good person, he reminds you.

not everyone’s a good person, when suguru’s looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap you’d love to walk into.

you’d do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when you’re thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?

who knew you’d get so lucky..

“we’re still in public,” suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. “please.” you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.

you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have this— even more stupid, affect on you?

“please what?” “i don’t know suguru,” you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man who’ll put you into a trance. which it does, “i just need you, please, touch me suguru..”

suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and you’d gladly point it out if he wasn’t looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.

poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like you’re nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.

soon he’s attacking your exposed neck— and you’d think he’s a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didn’t hide. “touch you hm? how much? just something like this or..” suguru’s laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.

the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your senses— and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but it’s as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, “or you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably haven’t been fucked good for a while— no offense there..” suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesn’t care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.

you’re just too cute.

“i’ve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you don’t even have time to touch yourself. but it’s okay baby, you got me now.” you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..it’s all too condescending.

“i’ll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shit— you can probably only take one.” suguru’s observation is made when the pad of a finger doesn’t slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.

suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. “s’ fucking beautiful down here..” he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.

if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.

let him relieve it.

but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, he’s quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, “o-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..” you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.

“already falling apart baby. not even moving it, c’mon, just a bit longer. we don’t want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..” caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what he’s implying, his words are promises to how he’s going to break you and leave your mind a mess.

is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.

“let’s loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?” suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, “maybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?” you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.

it’s all too much.

“i.. i don’t care, jus’ wanna cum— as long as it’s from you sugu..” you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.

suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, “we’re getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.” and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before he’s dragging you away.

you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMW— regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position you’re in now.

“ride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and don’t you dare fuckin’ hover.” suguru’s demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresent’s of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.

suguru’s long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?

“do you really wanna do this? you don’t have to..” your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. “do i need to restate your words my love? i’d be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..” suguru scoffs, and you’re quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.

the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.

your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it was— but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.

after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasn’t his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing it’s something so cherished. and of course, he’d want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.

his girl is just so fucking needy.

“hah! ha— sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!” you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.

suguru’s cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. “yeahhh bet i do— clenchin’ around me baby, shit..” the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighs— his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.

rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?

he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.

“cum. go ahead princess, give it to me, don’t want you to hold back— not at all.” suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second you’re brought closer to your orgasm. “o-okay sugu.. g’nna cum..” you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till you’re incoherent of even breathing.

at least that’s what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. it’s too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.

youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all that’s left in little spurts. suguru’s mumbling to himself, probably things he’d say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.

“baby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?” not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. “shit, lets get you cleaned up, then i’ll drive.” suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. “m’tired sugu”

“me too sweetheart, me too,” suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, “ you did so good princess, let me take care of you..”

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shegetsburned · 23 days

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Uhm hi 👋🏻 could you please write something about Gojo, Nanami, Geto and Toji's reactions to their significant other's life being threatened? Like heartbreaking stuff that ends up well? 👉🏻👈🏻

LOSING YOU w. jujutsu kaisen men ˚ 𐙚 ⋆.

.angst/fluff.

• — ft. satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto, toji fushiguro. took me ages to get to but i’m a sucker for angst, so i just had to do it. thanks for the request, luv! • — content. their reaction to your life being threatened. • — tw. mentions of death, violence, murder.

satoru gojo

₊˚⊹ ᰔ as soon as your name came out of yaga’s mouth, satoru wasted no time and vanished. he searched every place he knew, every corner and alley, in a matter of seconds. there was no coherent thought in his mind while he teleported. the only thing he could clearly see was you. that you were in danger and that you needed to be saved. that he couldn’t let you die and that he previously had so clearly promised that he’d never let anything happen to either you or him.

a liar, he thought he was. how could he have let this happen? what was the point of being the strongest sorcerer if he couldn’t even protect you. he really did believe nothing could happen to you if he was by your side. he’d murder anyone who’d ever try to harm you without even looking back. this time wouldn’t be any different.

he felt his heartbeat reach his ears when he finally felt you near an ally, back pressed against the wall. a hand on your chest, crimson blood dripping down your shirt. jerky breaths escaping your trembling lips. this curse had taken his sweet time with you. it wanted to feed and you were a tasty dinner. there were marks of struggle on your shredded clothes and bruised wrists.

nothing came out of satoru’s mouth when his eyes landed on you. he just couldn’t believe he had let this happen to you. his expression was stoic. when he slowly approached you the curse immediately felt it. the strongest sorcerer doesn’t let most curses escape from his grasp. but this one.. this one would inevitably suffer the most.

it wasn’t long before the curse felt his body being pushed against the wall in front of you. a yelp was heard when his skull hit the wall head-on. you could hear the bones crack and send shivers through your entire being. that’s when you realized your boyfriend had finally arrived. but when you lifted your head trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes he had already turned all his attention towards the threat.

you had never seen him like this. he was lifeless. his eyebrows were lowered and pulled closer together. you could’ve sworn his eyes bulged. he was enraged. he didn’t even bother to raise his arm towards the curse, he just advanced and slowly- very slowly crushed every little bone in the monster’s body.

you were out of breath but couldn’t shift your gaze from the horrible spectacle in front of you. the wall caved under the pressure as gojo used his infinity to create a space between him and the curse which only crushed it more. it was cruel. cruel but deserving considering the circumstances.

the curse’s body was retracting upon itself with no way out. a loud and piercing cry followed the sound of the wall being crushed under the weight of the infinity. the only thing you found the strength to mumble under your breath was your boyfriend’s name.

after a few seconds, black smoke emanated from the crushed bricked wall with no curses in sight. no remains, nothing. your heavy breath filled the air as satoru finally sighted. you could barely see his eyes when he turned to you, crouching down at your height.

his violence had surprised you, but you were so relieved. tears ran down your cheeks when you tried to speak. you tried to reach for satoru when he crouched but he was quicker and wrapped one arm around your back and another supporting the back of your head. he held you close and it made you feel at home. his scent and touch reassured you when you buried your head in his neck.

still silent, he held you tightly close to his chest. his hand threaded your hair, a slight pressure applied so he could make sure you were okay. you could feel all his anger slowly fade when you returned the gesture with one hand against his chest. your tears slowly fading as you felt the warmth of satoru around your body.

“satoru..”

he shushed you. always pulling you closer and closer to him. he wasn’t going to leave this time. he’d never let you endure something like this ever again.

“i’m right here. you’re safe. lend me your pain, baby. i’ll carry you the rest of the way.” he whispered into your ear, caressing your back so that you’d warm up to his touch. you could feel he was slowly coming back to being the satoru you knew.

you were safe in his arms but guilt still ran deep inside of him. he promised to take you to shoko as soon as possible, resting by your side until you were completely healthy. he also promised himself to assign you with an escort when he couldn’t be here to protect you.

satoru’s only concern was you and he’d never let anything get in the way of your well-being ever again. if he had to show every curse on this earth that he’d destroy them if they ever tried to get near you, he’d have no hesitation in doing so. you were safe. you knew it, now.

kento nanami

₊˚⊹ ᰔ you were the most important person for nanami. his one and only. his love, his soul, his heart. he would’ve resigned in an instant if you hadn’t begged him to keep his job as a sorcerer. but knowing his personal feelings about loss, you knew it’d break him if something came to happen to you. that is precisely why you always acted cautiously, never putting yourself in harm's way and living your life as safely as you could. unfortunately, this time, your efforts had been in vain.

when he saw you, helplessly struggling at the mercy of a first-grade curse wrapped around your throat, all he could think about was how much he regretted not having taken a safer job and bought you that house you both talked about so much on a beach in malaysia.

he knew he needed to act quickly or the curse would finish you off as easily as it had taken you hostage.

you wiggled your feet when it lifted you off the ground, hands desperately scratching and holding onto his grasp so he’d let go of his claws around your throat. you could feel kento’s eyes on you but couldn’t even dare to look at him or do anything else than push against the claws so they wouldn’t crush your neck further.

therefore, you couldn’t see him remove his tie, wrapping it tightly around his knuckles. he knew he couldn’t use a weapon, scared that the curse would use you as a shield. his fists were more precise and his sword wasn’t enough to unleash the rage he had built up inside.

he slowly made his way to the curse but, with every step, its hold crushed you more. you were so scared, almost out of breath with tears rolling down your cheeks. these cheeks kento had kissed so many times to take away your pain. you were hoping he’d do it once more.

once he realized that the threatening stance he was in only alarmed the curse, kento stood down, lowering his curse energy’s flow to an almost invisible state. he made himself look harmless in the face of the monster which slowly but surely helped you to breathe better.

you knew your husband. you had heard it several times from yuji and Ino and you also personally knew that he always handled things the right way. this is was kept you from breaking down and letting go of your almost meaningless fight against the curse’s strength. you had never doubted him and you wouldn’t now. he built his strength with yours. that’s what kento had told you the day he had asked for your hand.

his eyes were locked with your struggling gaze. despite him trying to contain himself, his veins stood out from how tightly he clenched his fists. he would’ve massacred the curse right here and now if it hadn’t cowardly taken you hostage. nanami might have seemed harmless in the moment but his anger was apparent.

without thinking much about it, he threw his sword aside, lifting his hands above to show complete surrender to the curse.

“let her go.”

the furious and deep voice of your husband made you whine, finally hearing a sign from him. unfortunately you could feel that the curse was still hesitating. the clinging of the sword on the ground had startled it which only showed kento how weak it really was. it also showed that it did not want to fight but preferred to flee.

this strange demeanor encouraged kento to step closer, hands still in the air, and that’s when he saw his opening. the curse was looking left and right to find an escape which diminished his attention and loosened his grip around your throat. it lasted just a few seconds but it was enough for you to breathe out his name.

“kento..”

that’s when he drew his fist and used all of his force and cursed energy to deliver a devastating blow right into the curse spirit’s face. it was sent flying several meters away after dropping you so kento could easily catch you and keep you from hitting the ground, arms wrapped around your body.

it only took one hit. one punch to obliterate half of the curse’s body in pieces. the shock had been so violent that your savior’s knuckles bled on your shirt through his yellow tie.

“mine.”

you could feel his heavy breath against your neck when he got on one knee, holding you against him, a hand carefully placed on your cheek. his thumb caressing your skin and whipping the single tear you shed.

“my love..”

kento’s expression had returned to the one you knew. the calm but stoic gaze he wore returned your breath to a normal pace. his arms pulled you always closer to him and he felt his sense come back when your fingers brushed the hand he had placed on your shoulder. you couldn’t talk or you’d burst into tears so you smiled in admiration.

he placed his warm lips upon your forehead and you could feel how scared he had been, maybe even more scared than you. his eyes were stuck on your finger, the one that wore his ring.

losing haibara had crushed his soul to tiny little pieces and you had been the one to delicately put them all back together with your innocent kindness and understanding. he’d be damned if he was to let something happen to the one who saved his heart.

this was the first and last time your life had been threatened, thanks to the careful supervision of kento but also his promise to quit his job and buy that house. he hadn’t realized how much he already had with you and would curse anybody who tried to take his happiness away from him ever again.

suguru geto

₊˚⊹ ᰔ you trusted him. you trusted that, if you were in pain, suguru would find ways to eradicate that pain. you trusted that if you showed any sign of distress, he’d be by your side helping you in any way he could. most importantly, you trusted that he’d protect you no matter the cost and no matter the consequences, because he was devoted to you. if there was something he’d burn the whole world for, it’d be you.

these men, these humans, these pathetic monkeys that had attacked you on your way home never knew what would come for them. you were beaten and almost lifeless when the men started searching for any kind of money or jewelry you had on your person. of course, you had resisted. that’s the only thing you could do, because you were so scared that if you had willingly complied to their demand they would’ve asked for more.

being helpless was scary. you thought it wouldn’t be so scary with suguru by your side, but right now you had never been more terrified. you also knew that your boyfriend would never forgive the men that harmed you, so the only thing you could do was wait. because you did not doubt him. you never doubted him. you knew he’d come for you.

when the men had finished checking your bags and any belongings you had on your person, one approached you, lifting your chin with a vulgar smile. you couldn’t even look at him in the eyes but hit bullseye when you spat directly in his face making him drop you in anger. he cursed under his breath before tightly grabbing you by the collar. a hand in the air so it’d land on your face.

with a weak and desperate groan you turned your face away but was surprised when the slap never landed.

when you reopened your eyes to look at your aggressor, he had his own hands wrapped his throat. it’s like he was struggling to breath, a firm pressure was crushing his neck as he tried to break free from this invisible hold.

when you realized what might be happening you tried to take a peak at the other men who were all struggling with the same problem. scratching and screaming at the invisible menace that were preventing them from breathing.

under the distressed shoutings, a cocky laugh attracted your gaze. when you turned to look at the source, your face lit up at the sight of suguru. but he didn’t look as relieved as you were. his laugh was dark, almost cynical. it was psychotic and displeased.

you had seen him despise simple-minded humans before but killing them was a different story. he wasn’t only taking their lives, he was torturing them. their necks were getting slowly squashed by the curses he had sent on them.

seeing you struggle to breath, helpless at the hand of those who had harmed an innocent girl like you. his girl. it had awaken another kind of hatred in him. a hatred that had been buried deep for so long.

suguru took one good look at you, searching for your eyes but you were incapable of keeping them open. you were just glad your boyfriend had arrived. you knew you were safe when you rested your eyes, a small smile of satisfaction drawn on your lips.

when he concentrated his gaze back on the man that had touched you, he crouched in front of him, getting to his level before taking over the curse and wrapping his hand around the stranger’s neck. tormenting him and taking the air away from him. suguru tightened his grip, his smile fading when he brought the man closer and closer towards death.

“so you think you can just harm her and get away with it?”

the man was hissing swears as small cries of help escaped his bloody lips. his face was swollen and breaking down under suguru’s hold and his watering eyes looked like they would pop out of their socket sooner or later. that’s how tight he held the man.

“pathetic.”

he fed on their cries. helplessly calling out for help, the men only fueled his rage with their insufferable sounds. the sorcerer remembered every time he had felt an ounce of empathy for these beings in the past and regretted every actions he had done to protect them when he saw your wounded state. what they had done was inexcusable and no amount of pain would be enough to atone for it.

after a while, resigned, your offender chocked out a weak apology. but as he did, all the bones in his body instantly broke under another a new kind of pressure coming from yet another curse suguru had unleashed upon him. so now he laid there, between your boyfriend’s compressed clutch. dead.

after a few seconds he dropped the body on the ground like garbage waste and walked to you, passing by the other men that were struggling to breath. he pushed the first one aside with his foot, throwing one on the ground, creating a path for him to walk to you.

“move. i’ve come to take what’s mine.”

on suguru’s command, two snaps followed when the curses broke the other men’s necks before they fell on the floor. three lifeless corpses were now scattered in front of both of you, and as soon as he made sure those stupide monkeys had payed for what they had done, he joined you.

when he leaned towards you, his hand grazed yours, wrapping it with his own in a warm grip. his eyes searched for yours, lifting your chin with his thumb before running it along your jaw, making comforting circles on your cheek.

“are you alright, my love? can you walk?”

suguru’s tone was calmer than before. his eyes never left yours when he wiped one of your tears. his comforting smile reassured you and you nodded at his question, holding onto his wrist when he helped you up, closing the distance between the two of you.

you could hear his calm heartbeat when you leaned against his chest, hiding between his arms and you wondered how he could be so tranquil after killing these men so easily. little did you know the only thing he felt was rage. he knew he was right to despise these inferior beings that had harmed the only important thing that mattered.

he could’ve burned the world for you.

toji fushiguro

₊˚⊹ ᰔ toji fushiguro was an asshole. a first-class asshole. you guys had slept together left and right and he always left first. you had no expectations regarding the man. no doubt that you were replaceable. he didn’t open up much and never talked about his work which didn’t alarm you much considering toji’s character.

basically, emotionally and personally speaking, you two weren’t close. that’s why, when two strangers raided your apartment, screaming fushiguro’s name in anger, you wondered why you had accepted to sleep with a man with a secret and violent past.

your furniture was on the floor and the men had destroyed most of your electronics so you had no way to call for help. one was guarding the door while the other took care of questioning you. it had something to do with a bet and broken promises. of course, money had to be involved, otherwise, why would they be threatening the girl he had slept with once or twice to know of his whereabouts?

tied to a chair, almost unconscious, he had been covering you with bruises and scratches using anything that he could find but you still gave him the same answer. you had no idea where toji was as he never kept contact with you. he was always the one that came to you. and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t expect him to come save you anytime soon.

after a while, when the man realized he might not easily get an answer out of you, he reached in his back, pulling out a pistol from the edge of his pants. at the sight of the gun, your heart shattered. that was it for you, you thought. you couldn’t get out of this mess and you would die convinced toji was out there somewhere, probably getting rich and fucking naive girls like you.

you couldn’t even talk anymore, your head was hanging in front of you, blood dripping from your mouth to your thighs. you didn’t know if you’d last long, your vision was blurry and you felt yourself chasing the dark tunnel that clouded your eyesight.

you could hear faint words of command when your chin was lifted with the cold metallic canon of the pistol. the man had your life between his hands. you knew he’d pull the trigger if he eventually realized you couldn’t give him any information he needed. you knew he would kill you. it was so easy and you were pissing him off.

your eyes never left his nervous figure which only frustrated him more and, out of instinct, he slapped you with the handle of the pistol, almost knocking the air out of you. your jaw was broken and tears were flooding your eyes when the blow forced you to look away.

but as he pulled his arm up, preparing for another strike, he seemed to stop in his movement, startled by something behind him. sounds of struggles and a broken door were heard when he shifted his gaze entirely towards the front of your apartment. his accomplice had disappeared which alerted the man and made him call out to him.

several seconds and unanswered calls later, on his guard, the armed stranger decided to go take a look. as soon as he took a step towards the broken piece of wood that was left, a corpse dropped to his feet.

it was the other man, and he seemed to have been brutally murdered from the back, a hole at his heart’s level revealed the level of violence he had endured which left the man panicked and distressed. sweat was covering his forehead when he tried to peak out the door, fingers trembling against the handle and trigger.

unfortunately for him, a tall and broad shadow quickly covered him, before a shot came off. one single gunshot followed by a loud thud.

you could barely make up the identity of the person who had saved you with your weak sight, but his odour was enough for you to distinguish the man clearly. he always smelled the same.

toji was here. he was standing in the doorway, a tight grip around his gun and a grin covering his scarred lips. “can’t believe they send these weaklings to come after me.”

he carefully stepped between the cadavers, examining the poor state of your apartment and their lifeless bodies before his gaze shifted to you. a quick exchange was enough for you to sigh in relief and let yourself relax to an unconscious state.

despite himself, he did feel an ounce of guilt when he took a good look at you. his mistakes had almost gotten you killed. he couldn’t have imagined how he would’ve felt if he had arrived too late. the blood on your face, the broken jaw and the many scars were revealed by the moonlight passing through the door. the cold air misplaced your hair for toji to see tears strolling down your face.

his grin faded as he stood still in front of you and the mess he had made. his grip had loosened around the gun but he slowly moved the canon towards the second man he had killed. without hesitation, he emptied his clip through the culprit’s head, a look of contempt and disgust plastered on his face.

“tsk.. you just had to go and get yourself noticed, hm?” he said, now focused only on you.

thanks to toji, you were safe now. and you had silently thanked him for coming back for you.

carrying you bridal style as you laid there now unconscious but safe in his arms, he placed his thumb against your jaw, tilting your head to get a proper look at you. even now, you were so beautifully calm and your cheeks wore a pink tint, probably because of the cold, which only accentuated your beauty and innocence.

with a sigh, like it weighed on his conscience, toji murmured. “guess someone’s gonna have to take care of you, from now on.”

but the truth was far from what it appeared to be. saving you that night had just brought the man closer to the conclusion that he cherished you more than he thought he did. you weighed on his conscience like a guilty obsession which he could only nourish by spending more time by your side.

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FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

“Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You love getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

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