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toji-girl · 2 months

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telling jjk men you're pregnant pt 2. 18+ only - mdni.

tags: pregnant fem! reader + not beta read + pregnancy announcement + fluff + flashbacks of the sex in italics + modern au (no curses) + feedback such as comments & reblogs are appreciated

ft: Suguru + Sukuna + Kento

part one - aot ver | mha ver | tr ver

↣ Suguru

tags: explicit smut + praising + dubcon because wine

Somehow, it didn't feel real when you looked at the plastic wrapped box as you leaned against the bathroom counter.

Two lines mean a positive, and you weren't sure how many you wanted it to have.

Following the instructions, you sat the stick on the counter and washed your hands, letting the three minutes tick by you paced the room.

When it finally came to your eyes, you looked everywhere but at the answer: two lines.

"Hey, are you ok? You've been in here for a while." Suguru's voice carried through the door as he knocked waiting for your answer.

You opened the door with the test up, his eyes shifting from you to the positive pregnancy test he was not expecting to see when he knocked feeling his stomach flip.

He stepped inside and looked at the test, then the box just to make sure he was reading it correctly. "Congratulations, daddy." You teased.

It was tense for a moment as he thought about where to move and how many bedrooms it would need. This apartment is no place for raising a baby. "When did it happen?" He asked curiously pulling you in his arms to kiss your head.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you nuzzled your face into him thinking about when it could have happened, maybe it was on the night of your anniversary when you both came back home a little wine-drunk, or it could've been when he came home late from work and found you masturbating.

"Not sure, because it's not like you pull out every time, but I think it was our anniversary." You replied pulling away to look at the stick then him, the memories swirling in your head.

Your giggling could be heard down the hallway as you leaned against Suguru, well it was more like you were trying to drape yourself over him moaning about how good he smelled and how handsome he looked.

He knew he was in for it tonight, anytime you got any sort of alcohol in you it usually ended with you slobbering on his cock, the way it hardened and felt so silky smooth and warm on your tongue.

There was something also to be said about the way you looked on top of him, how your fingers threaded through his hair and tugged on the raven roots when his mushroom tip kissed your cervix blending pain and pleasure together like a woven blanket.

As soon as the door was open the both of you were on each other, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck kissing him deeply, it was messy and needy stealing the air from your lungs.

His large hands moved down to your ass cupping the cheeks to pull you closer to him then you could hear him unzipping your dress slowly as his mouth moved to your neck when your head tilted back.

Suguru loved the way you panted when you got worked up, the whiny tone of your voice as you stepped out of the pooled fabric surrounding your feet, your painted lips curled into a smirk.

"You've been giving me bedroom eyes all night and you were teasing me under the table, you're so mean to me." You pouted with a giggle as you walked backwards landing on the couch with more giggles.

He watched you and unknotted his tie with one hand as he made his way over to the couch kneeling between your legs to see how wet you were and when you spread your thighs to give him a better view he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth feeling his dick throb.

His thumbs splayed you open to see your hole clench and flutter around nothing begging to be filled. "So pretty, I could stare at you forever." He murmured and you weren't sure if he was talking about you or your pussy that leaked copious amounts of clear slick.

Slowly he slid his hands under your ass to grab the fabric of your panties to pull them off leaving you naked, something he imagined throughout the night as if he hasn't seen you bare multiple times.

A soft gasp left your mouth when he attached his mouth to your cunt sucking and licking it with the utmost care in the world, the tip of his tongue flicked your clit before swirling it over and over again letting his fingers join in curling deep inside you pulling more pleasure.

It never really took much before you always started begging for his cock that made your toes curl, connecting with him in this way was something you treasured, being able to see him come undone.

Suguru loved to eat pussy and not just for you, but for himself too and he really is a selfish man when it comes to that. Giving you orgasms until you can't take it anymore and you're on the verge of tears from how good you felt.

"Suguru!" You whined and tugged on his hair again as your hips jerked up when his fingertips grazed your g-spot making you gasp and tug harder feeling your orgasm bubble and simmer higher.

He chuckled and sat back on his heels to lick his lips first before wiping away the mess with the back of his hand watching you with your legs spread still and wet and swollen pussy begging for more.

And who is he to deny you?

Especially when you looked at him like that, those shiny eyes and bottom lip quivering as you unbuckled his belt when he kneeled letting you do so and while usually, you prefer both of you were naked you didn't care that he was still fully dressed as he slapped the length of his cock against your pussy.

He watched the way you shivered under his touch, your hands cupping your breasts before moving to the back of your knees keeping your legs open obscenely wide as he rutted against you.

Obsidian eyes stayed low and hazed over with a cloud of lust as he thrust just the tip inside watching the way your cunt tried to hug and pull him further in with a deep huff he gripped the fat of your thighs.

Slowly but surely he inched inside you until you could feel the soft pubic hair against you, his sack rested against the curve of your ass as you mewed his name arching your back while he watched you.

With precise movements, Suguru fucked you nice and slow watching. "You take me so well, I love how you were made for me." He whispered in your ear when he bent down to kiss you deeply.

His tongue tangled with yours as your fingers found purchase in his hair moaning into his mouth when he found your sweet spot making sure to hit over and over to keep you nice and pliant for him.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head blurring your vision of your boyfriend hunched over you, his hair coming out of his bun, sweat dotted along his hairline as he fucked you deeper and slower.

"Coming!" You cried out.

It was fruitless really to say it when Suguru could feel you clamp down on him, your walls milking him as your orgasm hit you with full force causing you to wither under him while you rode your high.

The wine made your core temperature higher than what it usually was as did the way your boyfriend made you feel when he fucked you like this, the care and love he poured into you made you feel tingly.

As did the cum he emptied into you. Hot and thick.

You both clung to each other coming down from your shared highs sharing kisses and laughs as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Thinking about it now I think it was that night because we did it on the couch, the bed, the bathroom and when we got into the kitchen it happened again on the counter." Suguru mused with a soft smile.

The both of you stood in the bathroom now enveloped in each other's arms with the shared news of the life growing inside you.

↣ Sukuna

tags: explicit smut + oc characters + he might be ooc? + one ass slap + I'll put degradation just in case but it's not really + size kink + he picks you up and fucks you that way (he's strong as hell, ok? he can pick you up, trust me)

"So you're telling me we're going to play pregnancy roulette?" You asked in disbelief while blinking like an owl as you stared at your two best friends who nodded with laughter and three pregnancy tests.

Mai tore the plastic off the boxes and handed white sticks out like she was a teacher passing out tests that would determine your passing or failing grade. "We're all in committed relationships and I've seen a few videos like this, I got three more in case one does turn out positive." Her eyes landed on you with a knowing grin.

Sui, Mai's twin sister laid back on your couch looking at the test in her hand with furrowed eyebrows. "What do we do if it does end up positive?" She asked curiously throwing you both a look.

You shrugged and bit your bottom lip thinking about how yours would end up. With the way Sukuna hasn't been able to keep his hands off you lately you were leaning towards it having two lines.

Fifteen minutes later the three of you crammed in your bathroom looking on the counter at the mixed-up tests, the strips quickly turning, all of them but one ended up with one line meaning one of you was pregnant and now it was time to find out who it was.

Another ten minutes later you stared at your positive pregnancy test with wide eyes. "Wait--how did this happen?" You muttered out loud looking down at the two very dark lines.

Sui spoke up first. "When a man loves a woman-"

"I know how it happened!" You snapped and turned away from them to gather yourself and your bearings. Sukuna would be home soon and you had to tell him, a small part of you felt like this was his plan.

Mai and Sui had a hushed conversation until you turned back around with tears streaming down your face, a mixture of being scared and excited swirled in your belly as you looked at your best friends.

They pulled you into a hug shushing away your tears and cooing about how you're going to make such a wonderful mom.

Your husband was a man that you couldn't keep secrets from, all he had to do was look at you and he just knew. "We should get going, I assume your man is on the way home to you," Sui said gently.

You both bid them goodbye at the front door making promises to call them later or invite them over tomorrow, it was a weekly thing when the three of you got together to gossip about things.

When they left and you were left alone you hurried back to the bathroom for the test before you ended back up on the couch waiting for Sukuna letting your mind run a million miles per hour thinking about the night of the conception or what you thought it was.

Sukuna sat in his office tucked away desperate to finish up this meeting over the phone, irritation colored his voice as he spoke to his partners knowing that you were in the bath naked and wet and alone.

"What do you think about next quarter? We need to make sure that we get this looked over and signed before next week, this is important, Mr. Sukuna." One of them piped up with an attitude.

He sighed deeply and rubbed his hand over his face leaning back in his chair, his massive body making it creak as he glanced over at the picture of you on his desk, his pretty wife, and little plaything.

The thought of you kneeling between his legs under his desk while sucking his cock ran rampant in his head while trying his best to listen to his partner's ramble as he slid his hand in his pj pants.

He could almost feel your mouth around him, your tight and wet throat trying to relax the best it could to take him whole, his cock was as thick as he was and long too, it really reminded you of those monstercocks sex shops made for dildos and sex toys of the sort.

"Baby?"

Your soft voice floated from the doorway as you stood there still dripping wet, the sweet smell of fruit wafted toward him making him growl in his chest like a beast as he patted his knee scooting back.

Quickly you joined him and curled into his lap letting him snake a giant arm around your waist tucking you closer to him.

He muted the phone and looked at you, one large palm cradling your face as you leaned in to kiss him slowly letting it ravel into something else, something more needy and hot and heavy, his fingers tugged your towel off leaving you bare for his greedy hands and eyes.

Fingers pulled at your skin eliciting a chorus of moans and hushed sighs as he manhandled you into position to straddle him.

"You're so handsome, how did I get so lucky?" You asked tracing his lips with your fingers staring deep into his eyes feeling your heart flutter in your chest, it was intense in the way he looked back at you.

Sukuna didn't say anything but smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his cock still throbbed and it was something you could no longer ignore and you knew exactly what he liked.

Slowly you lowered yourself to your knees on the plush carpet of his office before you tugged on the band of his pants revealing his dick that pulsed and leaked in your hand, warm and heavy you jerked him off from base to tip slowly licking your lips while watching him.

You looked so good like this.

Under his desk, mouth open and ready as you jerked his cock slowly before leaning in to wrap your lips around him suckling on the tip.

His head lolled back with a soft thump as you sat up more sitting on your heels to deepthroat him the best you could feeling tears spring to your eyes as you tried to swallow him gaggling loudly.

Spit dripped down the side of his dick as you bobbed up and down never losing eye contact while you cradled his sack in your palm giving them a very slight squeeze and hearing him groan deeply.

"Look at you. My good little cocksucker." He praised you knowing you enjoyed it when he talked to you like that, his voice deep and gravely as he helped you along pushing your head down a bit more.

Something else you didn't mind, you loved the size difference and how much bigger and stronger he was than you. Being man-handled was a turn on and it was something you couldn't deny.

Just before his orgasm broke open Sukuna pulled you off him with a wet pop and then he rolled his chair back more until he stood at his full height helping you to his feet. "Jump up for me." He demanded.

You listened and jumped up letting him catch you, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands cupped your ass. This way you could feel his dick pressed against you making you whine with need.

"Always so impatient for me." Sukuna chuckled watching you try to fuck yourself on him.

He sat you on the desk for a quick second to slip his arms under the back of your knees letting your legs dangle over his arms keeping you spread open for him so he could see himself sliding into you.

Both of you let out a moan in unison as he slowly thrust inside until he was bottomed out stretching you out. "Oh! Sukuna!" You moaned letting him pick you up dropping you down more onto his cock.

This way it felt like he was in your womb.

You clung to him, your manicured fingers dug into his flesh leaving crescent moons behind in the flesh as he dragged you up and down the length of himself like you weighed nothing and to to him you really did.

Sukuna couldn't get enough of the way you became cock drunk, whining and moaning for him to go rougher and deeper, how you begged him to cum inside because anywhere else is a waste.

"Right there! Yes! Yes! Oh!" You mewled throwing your head back and listening to the sounds of where you both met in a sticky and wet mess that permeated the room with a heavy smell of sex.

Using his strength, Sukuna treated you like his own personal sex toy bouncing you up and down roughly on his cock that quickly grew a creamy white ring around the base the more he fucked up into you.

Overwhelmed with the sensations you didn't even know your orgasm hit you until your husband stopped all movement burying himself as deep as he could before coming and filling you with his cum that he only fucked into you deeper.

Once the both of you were done breathing heavily and trying to catch your breaths he put you down on his desk before he slowly pulled out to see thick white clumps ooze from your gaping pussy, you pushed the globs of it out letting it dribble to the floor.

"That's a waste." He muttered and slowly slid two fingers inside you to keep you nice and plugged up.

"Fall asleep waiting for me?" Sukuna asked as he nudged you awake gently with his hand against your shoulder, sleep tried to keep your eyes glued shut while you sat up slowly feeling a wave of nausea.

You smiled and cupped his cheek letting him sit next to you on the couch before crawling into his lap nuzzling your face in his shirt and inhaling his scent with a groan. "I'm pregnant." You blurted out.

His eyebrows furrowed and you saw a flash of something cross his face but it was so quick you weren't sure what it was. "Really?"

"Yup."

There was an awkward silence as he digested the idea of having a baby, it was something he didn't mind happening or if it didn't he would be okay either way, having a little one that's half you and half him running around really didn't sound all bad truthfully.

You sighed pulling him out of his thoughts then felt him massage your lower back staying wrapped up in each other's embrace.

↣ Kento

tags: explicit smut + heavy breeding + car sex + sensation deprivation (his tie around your eyes)

The idea of pregnancy has always made you a little nervous, the idea of growing another human being and then having to push said human out made you second-guess it a lot whenever anyone asked if you and Kento had any or if you two were trying which seemed personal.

Most would think that Kento was boring in the bedroom or didn't really want sex much, his attitude didn't seem like it at all and that's why you tell people never to judge a book by its cover.

But little did they know it was a fuck fest at your house almost every night.

A lot of people would dub your husband as someone who enjoyed missionary at seven pm only on Sunday evenings, but he was the opposite. Kento ate you alive and spit you back out only to put you back together again just to pick you apart once more with his cock.

You grew out of that idea quickly after meeting Kento, he's the type of man that any woman would want a baby with and to be his wife.

And you got to be the lucky one who gets folded like a lawn chair.

There was no way of telling when your mind shifted to the idea of having a family but whenever it happened, Kento took note almost immediately, it was something he wanted as well.

After being together for almost ten years and a small gap that you didn't count as anything but a small breather, explore yourselves before quickly finding each other again not long after.

Neither of you could really live without the other.

Kento was in the high rise of his career, you two have traveled and done everything else you wanted to do, and having a family with the man you love was the final step you wanted to take with him.

"Let's have a baby."

You let that slip from your lips one night while you and Kento sat across from each other, your hand on his as you leaned over and fed him letting him chew on that and your sentence.

He nodded his head and smiled, a rare occurrence but you treasured it when it happened. "Are you sure about it?" He asked tilting his head a little making sure it was what you wanted.

The way he asked had you second-guessing it, maybe you read the signs all wrong?

His fingers pushed their way between yours gently. "Where did you just go now?" Kento asked curiously with a tinge of worry.

"I am sure yes, I've been thinking about it lately but unless you don't want to then we don't have to I mean-"

Kento leaned over to press his lips against yours. "Then let's have one, you'd make a very good mother and you'll look beautiful pregnant." He murmured cupping your cheek when he pulled away.

Between the romantic aura of the restaurant, the rose in the middle, and the candlelight flickering over his face you gripped your dress under the table and smiled feeling your whole body heat up.

That's how you found yourself riding Kento in the backseat of his car, with his tie wrapped around your head keeping you from seeing anything which only heightened all your other senses.

Especially when Kento touched you because you had no idea when he would draw your nipple into his mouth as you bounced up and down his cock while his fingers dug into the fat of your hips.

He helped you fuck him while you pulled him closer to you forcing more of your tit in his mouth hearing him moan against your flesh when your pussy pulsed around him hot and so tight like this.

Kento leaned back to get a better view of you taking what you wanted so bad, your lipstick smeared from the stolen kisses and your mouth hung up pouring out pornographic moans when he fucked back.

With his feet firmly planted on the floorboard he thrust his hips when you sat down again making you cry out his name, your fingers curled into his shirt and twist the material. "Kento! Right there!" You moaned.

Hearing what he needed too he let his hand drift down to where you both were connected to circle your clit adding to the whirlwind of pleasure he put you in, your hands stayed flat on the roof as you fucked him back leaning in to find his mouth in a messy kiss.

Your teeth clinked together as the car rocked with the motions, the heady smell of sex filled the cabin as you both chased that high wanting to cum desperately and Kento wanted to breed you.

He wouldn't say it out loud but each time he fucked you there was a small part of him that waited for you to miss your period then it would come and he would be reminded that it didn't stick.

This time he was going to make sure it did.

Suddenly you found yourself on your back and legs thrown over Kento's shoulder as he flipped you both effortlessly before sliding back inside you to the hilt with a low guttural moan.

You wished you could see his face screwed up in pleasure as he felt your cunt hug him like a wet vice that threatened to milk him dry.

"Fuck." He gritted out between his teeth when you moved your legs to wrap around his waist.

"Inside! Cum inside me! Breed me!" You begged, your voice hoarse as you yanked his tie off, your eyes glassy and blown out as your orgasm rose higher and higher until it crashed over you.

You tugged Kento closer holding onto him moaning his name over and over feeling his own climax being triggered by your cunt massaging him until he painted your insides white.

That night you remembered well.

It was something that neither of you could forget and when you missed your period Kento came home with a test where he was greeted by the front door with a soft kiss and hugs.

He stayed in the bathroom with you and stayed close as you washed your hands while watching the test. "Two lines means positive and one line is negative." You muttered out loud.

Kento moved to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to see two lines slowly appearing.

You all but swiped it off the counter to get a better look before turning in his arms shoving the test in his face with a shit-eating grin.

"We did it!" You cried and hugged him tightly soaking the front of his shirt with tears as he held you feeling his own emotions take hold of him, having a baby with you he knew would be the best thing to happen to him besides marrying you that is.

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ravenswritingblog · 2 years

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videogames.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

now that he was retired, kento had a lot of free time on his hands.

amongst all the hobbies that he never had time to dedicate himself to, like cooking, reading, gardening and such, there was also videogames.

the teenager inside him never failed to present himself everytime with the need to play on the console with one his games on the shelves next to the tv.

cozily, with his legs spread in the middle of the couch while wearing some sweatpants and a t-shirt, hands on the controller laying relaxed on his lap, his fingers moving to guide the character in the game.

a friday afternoon, some time after lunch was exactly one of those moments, and he was there, sitting and focused on the game.

she entered the house and quietly announced herself with the sounds of the house keys and her footsteps.

tired from work, she just wanted to lay in her husband's arms. but she needed a shower first, and also, something to eat.

she walked in on him, eyes still on the game — he hadn't noticed her yet.

weird of him to do so, he would've usually looked at her the very moment he'd heard the keys.

clearing her throat, she made her presence clear, getting his attention.

“oh, hello my dear.” he softly smiled “sorry, i was caught in the game.”

“oh yeah, i noticed.” she giggled.

she stopped him right as she saw him getting up to get to her “oh no, love don't worry. i'll take a shower first, i really don't recommend getting close to me now..” she put a hand on the side of her mouth as to hide her words and whispered “you have no idea of what's on these clothes trust me” she giggled.

he giggled as well “like what?”

“why? wanna add your own thing too?”

he raised an eyebrow smirking lightly “i thought you were tired.”

“oh, i am exhausted..” she turned around, starting to walk towards the bathroom. she halted for a moment and side eyed him with her back to him. “... still” she smirked.

before he could add anything else she left the room. his lips slightly parted quickly turned into a half smile.

— ✿ —

the sound of water running stopped, and after some minutes kento saw his wife walking to the living room in some shorts and a tank top.

nothing out of the ordinary, aside from the abnormal heat of that day.

and yet she looked so hot.

he realizes he has lost in the game when he hears the failure sounds coming from the tv.

“shit-”

“what's wrong, baby?” she asked while tying her hair in a messy bun.

“huh- oh, nothing. i just got distracted and lost.”

she walked to the couch and sat next to him, snuggling.

“what distracted you?”

she felt like she knew what distracted him, but she liked to play with him from time to time. and speaking of games, she was soon going to mention the great idea that popped in her mind while she was showering.

he sighed “you, as always”.

“oh, me? how so baby?” she smiled, innocent and cute.

he just shook his head and tried to hide a smile failing miserably, making her laugh.

“i'm sorry, but has this big strong man lost concentration because of my tiny little body and some tummy showing?” she batted her eyelashes at him.

her mouth closer and closer to his ear.

she could see the veins getting visible on his forehead as he frowned trying to keep his composure as he played.

“oh, you wanna ignore me? could you still keep concentrated if i...”

her hand started wandering on his body feeling the wall-like muscles under her fingers, slowly reaching between his legs, right there, pressing her palm just slightly to feel him react.

the smallest of groans came from him, together with a little movement of his shoulders stiffening up a bit.

“what is it my love? is everything okay?” she kept teasing him. her hand kept on moving. slowly, steadily.

ah, the thoughts that come in the shower, huh?

he took a couple seconds to breathe, keeping on 'ignoring' her.

she knew what she was doing, and she knew she was doing it right when she saw the bulge in his grey sweatpants growing under her fingers.

“fuck” he muttered lowly when she slipped her hand in his briefs.

he paused the game and tried to put the controller away when she stopped him.

“uh-uh. now, now that's not what i had in mind.” she positions herself on his lap without sitting. “you will continue playing. as for me, i'll play another way”

an evil grin on her face while her hand continues its movements restlessly.

he groans and closes his eyes for a moment “fuck, love. you- you can really be devilish sometimes”.

“it's not like you mind anyway, right?”

touché.

they shared a quick sensual kiss before he continued playing the game.

his wife had gotten on her knees on the carpeted floor in the meantime, and she lowered her husband's pants and briefs just enough to let his dick be set free, hard and needed to be touched.

she didn't hesitate another moment, putting her lips on the tip and starting to leave some wet kisses here and there.

kento bit his lip, trying his hardest to keep playing.

his cheeks and tip of his ears flushing red, his breath hitched.

he could hold on. he knew he could. or maybe not.

looking at him, y/n slowly stroked him with her hand. “what game are you playing, baby?” she asks, so nonchalantly.

“is she serious?” he thought. he answers regardless “f-fallout 4”

his fingers on the controller were pressing different buttons repeatedly, moving the main character on the tv screen. kento was attempting to keep his focus on the game, but the little hand causing such a nice warmth around his cock was making it very complicated.

he wished to just let the controller go and get all over her, but he knew that it would've just upset her, so he let her do like a good good boy. after all, letting someone do everything for him wasn't bad at all. he just had to enjoy what his lovely wife had to give him.

and she was about to give him the best blowjob of his life.

“sounds fun” she replied. “but honestly i'm having a better time here”.

a hand still stroking, the other catching the handsome face of her husband, squishing it a bit. she pulled it closer on a side, whispering in his ear.

he squinted his eyes, trembling slightly in anticipation and shivering at the breath on his ear.

“stay still huh? you don't want to upset your wife right?”

“m-mh” was all he managed to say, still doing his best to remain composed.

“you're so fucking handsome, my dear” she then kissed his jawline, not without leaving a little lick here and there on his neck. oh, and obviously a mark.

you're mine. you're so mine.

y/n was a pretty jealous lover, and she loved to remind him that she didn't like to share, though there was no need to worry at all. kento was a loyal and dedicated man, he'd chose his wifey wisely and carefully. now that, that was one of the moments that showed him that he made the right decision.

on her side, y/n certainly couldn't be neglectful towards her loved husband. she had agreed to marry him and he promised to protect her and cherish her so, why not give him a bit of a good time to repay him for all the nice things he'd done for her?

with that thought in mind, she finally decided to let her lips lay again on the tip of his cock, hearing him hum and swallow hardly.

taking her time with kisses and kitten licks, teasing him and playing, between a giggle and a smirk, she then decided that it was time to actually give him a good time.

her tongue trailed from the bottom of his dick to the tip, then she wrapped her lips all around it, hollowing her cheeks and starting to go up and down, still keeping a sluggish pace.

“fuck” he muttered again, throwing his head back.

a deep inhale followed, it hadn't been more than five minutes and still, he felt like he couldn't keep concentration for much longer. the fingers on the controller were starting to press the wrong buttons.

his chest rising with alacrity, his legs spreading more.

as she sucked and licked, her eyes were fixated on him, analysing and memorising every single reaction and enjoying every groan and moan that she could pull out of him, and she'd swore to herself that he would've moaned like a slut that day.

she added her other hand to stroke the base, continuing to work on the tip.

she was pleasantly surprised to notice that it only took her a slightly more hurried pace to start hearing his groans. such a turn on.

restlessly, the heat of her mouth together with her merciless tongue coating all of his cock in saliva, spreading his copious pre-cum leaking.

he started to feel it, to a point he couldn't really control himself anymore. he had stopped playing, just holding the controller very tightly.

kento had his mouth open and head laid back on the sofa, letting out obscenely lewd moans and the deepest of groans as his wife moved her tongue in the right ways, going especially hard on the tip, where he was most sensitive.

“y/n- shit”

“yes love?” she stopped working to answer him, just to receive a glare from him. interrupting her godlike work to answer to something that didn't need a reply at all. evil.

“l-let- let me-”

she let her tongue trail all of his length once again and hummed on his cock in response, just making it worse for him to speak.

“god- you're- fuck”

his breath so irregular and quickened, he could barely say anything.

“why don't you shut up a little baby? look at you, you can't even form a proper sentence.” she suggested, but with the tone of a demand, to which he obeyed without batting an eye.

“i'll think of everything. i suggest you keep playing if you don't want to ruin this moment for me and you.”

her tone absolutely nonchalant, as if she wasn't sucking the soul out of him from between his legs.

he was totally at her mercy and he could do nothing but let her do anything she wanted, and do as she said.

he picked up the controller from the sofa again, restarting from the last quicksave.

things were getting out of hand for him, because the controller literally kept on slipping from his hands. fuck, that was the hardest task he's ever done in his life. and it wasn't about the game.

y/n picked up the rhythm. hands, tongue and lips were working all together at the same time, no part of him was being left uncared for.

the warmth around his cock becoming unbearable, kento started feeling the heat building up in his lower stomach.

“y/n, p-please i-”

she moaned around him, not giving him the chance to say anything. she knew he was close by the way he kept moving his shoulders, the way he clenched his hands around the controller and how the uncovered skin of his neck and thighs was getting goosebumps at the littlest of stimulations.

his chest was rising as quick as ever, his lewd moans were such a nice melody to his wife's ears. she knew she needed some attentions too after this.

he left the controller go and held the sofa's fabric, pulling it a bit as he felt closer and closer. his beautiful voice chanting his wife's name like a mantra, almost begging, needing to release.

“come for me baby” she quickly said, working as fast as possible. one last lick to his tip and y/n found her face to be covered with his husband's cum.

“fuck!” his back arched and his fingers digging into the softness of the sofa, eyes squinting, body paralysed for a couple of seconds as he released all of himself on y/n's face.

a deep exhale and he let himself relax on the sofa, fucked out.

y/n cleaned everything with her tongue and kento pulled his pants back up again with some help.

still recovering, he pulled y/n close in his arms and lazily kissed her.

“did you like it?” she softly asked with a smile.

“oh.. absolutely.” he replied, out of breath. “but that was.. cruel, not to let me stop playing”

“well, you wanted to ignore me. it's your fault.” she giggled.

“oh yeah? now you have my attention. you better start grinding on my thigh if you want something back now” he smirked.

“huh- oh c'mon i just gave you the best blowjob ever and you're bitter because i was a bit demanding?” she giggled.

“listen you had your fun, now it's my turn.” and saying so he pushed her on the sofa and giggled with her.

they were definitely going to get some more rounds.

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here it is! it's kinda short, it was supposed to be a short thing about nanami just ☆ enjoying a bj ☆ but as always, things have ☆ gotten out of hand ☆; i hope it's not disappointing since it's.. not as nearly as good as the first one. but, i'm practicing! i appreciate feedbacks and reblogs with comments!

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saerotonins · 4 months

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biggest scandals they have faced

ft. actor!nanami kento, fushiguro toji x wife!reader (separated)

content warnings: fluff, light angst, jjk actor au, celebrity issues, cheating allegations, divorce allegations, none of them are true, misogyny, mentions of infertility, just cruel stuff based on the issues i see online, slightly suggestive (making out), toji and wife call each other "ma" and "pa", mentions/hinting of sex, internet trolls, horrible people online, pls don't read if these issues are triggering to you, shitty article names lol

wc: 2052

note: this got too long, will do other parts for the other actors instead <33 happy holidays, everyone!

NANAMI KENTO:

Jujutsu Kaisen Star Nanami Kento Facing Trouble in Paradise: Leads to Divorce

to say he was irritated when he saw the headlines from the tabloids was an understatement, he is beyond livid. but the comments just made everything worse.

user_1: wow aren't they married for years already? maybe his wife can't conceive any babies? LOL

user_2: must be, or maybe nanami's just realized his wife is just using him for his actor money

user_3: the wife doesn't know to make a sandwich i fear

user_4: maybe he got tired of his wife's ugly face, no wonder he hides it from the internet hahaha

kento doesn't give a fuck if people were dragging his name left and right but god forbid it involves you, his loving wife who has been nothing but utterly supportive of his career. for someone who stuck by his side for years, it angers him that people immediately assume that you were the problem. he knows the news isn't true, he literally just cuddled with you last night, so to say that you were getting a divorce almost makes him laugh if it weren't how stupid this situation is.

when his manager informed him about the situation, he immediately cancelled every schedule that he has for today, he will call the lawyers to settle this later but for now, his main focus is you.

you are someone who is used to the privacy of your own space which is why you opted to keep your face off his socials and remain anonymous to the eyes of his fans. kento hates it that your peace is getting disturbed due to his stardom, so he is willing to drop everything just to go home to you and comfort you. no one knows who you really are but the way it made people talk like they do, makes him angry. no way his wife is going to be disrespected like this.

the moment kento opens the door the your shared home, he's panting, sweat evident in his forehead and worry present in his eyes as he looks at you across the living room, sitting on the couch with your phone in your hands.

"shit," he thought, he knows you already saw the news, and worse the comments. he can tell just by your body language. your eyes sunken in sadness and your lips form a frown. he doesn't see it but he knows your heart is breaking too.

"honey," kento breathes out as he walks towards you. he knows you heard him, but you stay in your position, disbelief flooding your senses. suddenly, you came back to reality when you feel kento's warm embrace, his large and quick hands getting rid of your phone before placing it on your head and immediately feeling his chest against your head.

his breathing his ragged, unstable deep breaths as he tells you, "it's gonna be okay," and a thousand apologies to go with it. you nod instead, finding yourself difficult to talk. you opt to rub onto his arm, a silent reply to his comforting and kento seems to understand your gesture. he then kisses the crown of your head as he pulls you tighter in his embrace.

"am i holding you back, kento?" you asked, your voice quite muffled as you speak through his button down blouse.

"oh god, darling you will never hold me back, if anything, you keep me moving. don't listen to them, alright? i'm happy and contented to where we are right now, don't worry about it." he lets go of the embrace and cups your face with both of his hands. he looks at you with loving eyes as he brushes your lower lip with his thumb. you close your eyes as he leaned closer, then you finally felt his lips against yours. he gives a peck, another, and then a third one before he crashes his lips onto you for the last time as he takes his time to explore your mouth.

kento knows a lot of ways to apologize, and this is one of them. he is gentle, but his love is loud as he allows his tongue clash against yours, the wet squelch filling up the room as he allows himself to be drunk with your lips.

when kento lets go, his breathing is heavy but satisfied. "i'll take care of everything from then on, okay?" he says as he caresses your face and a smile creeps to his face when you lean towards his touch with a nod. "will you be releasing a statement?" you ask.

"yeah, i'll contact our lawyer about it and then we'll see what we can do." his answer earned a curt nod from you. kento noticed pursed your lips, obviously thinking about something.

"are you still bothered by the comments?"

"no, i mean, i'm a bit upset about how people were talking about me online but i'm just curious as to where all this came from."

"hmm, yeah, we'll take care of that too, for now, just rest your pretty mind and always remember that i will never leave you. that okay?" his gentle voice makes your heart feel full, and that's you know that your husband will always be at your beck and call. "yeah." you answered as you give his lips a quick peck, "i love you," you added.

"i love you too."

not a even a day later, the JJK LABEL had released a statement and an article regarding the fake news that had surfaced.

Nanami Kento Slams Fake Divorce Article: "Don't project your problems in your love life through me and my wife."

"the article itself and the comments are horrible and people are stupid enough to believe something that came from a tabloid known to release fake news. maybe this just tells about how gullible and stupid people are for believing groundless rumors and not my relationship." the artist stated.

"to everyone involved in the release of this article, we will see you on court and i hope you have any evidence about your claim. to the people who threw disgusting comments about my wife, please worry how alone you are instead of snooping around our relationship." he adds.

that day, kento's fanbase rejoice as the tabloids finally got their karma when it was reported that their company was finally shut down.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

it was a normal day in the fushiguro household until megumi bursts in through the door with a loud and resounding—

"dad, what the fuck?"

"megumi, language, please!" you warned him.

your word goes through megumi's ears and went to his dad who is currently lounging in the living room reading his script. he paid his son's words no mind and gave him a raised eyebrow, urging him to continue.

"your name is all over tabloids because of a forum post. look," megumi says as he faces his phone screen to toji's face. to say that he's horrified to what he just saw is an understatement. so, with a worry mind, you go behind toji's lounging chair and read what's on the screen.

Acting Veteran 'T' Caught in An Affair!

At the night of Tuesday, Actor 'T' is caught leaving a hotel with a seemingly younger woman clinging on his arms. The two are being lovey-dovey in their Shibuya rendezvous. Actor 'T' is currently married with a child which makes everything even more scandalous. What would actor 'T'’s wife and child think about this? Seems like the man really took a liking towards sneaking away with younger women.

Actor 'T'’s identity will be released by [MM/DD/YY] so stay tuned! For now, let us know your thoughts below.

user_1: actor veteran and the code is T? must be toji then?

user_2: this is definitely toji lmfao he looks like someone who would fool a younger woman

user_3: his wife must be so rusty now so he's running to the younglings LOL

user_4: respect for having the balls to cheat on his wife after this long, ik his ass is itching

user_5: @user_4 LMFAO should've done it sooner! bet he doesn't want to pay child support so he's staying 😂

user_6: NOOOO the GOAT got caught damn we were rooting for u 👑

"what the fuck?" both you and toji's voice were erupting in the whole room. out of shock? anger? rage? megumi is not sure but there is one thing he's sure of, both of you are being scary right now and the red in both of you and husband's eyes are almost showing due to the high range of emotions you were both feeling right now.

despite knowing that toji is utterly in love with you and he was actually with you that day, it scares him that his father is facing this kind of scandal. people are horrible out there trying to ruin his father's career that he worked hard on and this is the proof.

toji might be used to having false rumors spread about him all over the years he is in the acting industry, but what he can't take is people talking shit about his wife and thinking less about her. the comments that he just read just woke up the rage inside of him.

"mom?" megumi had called you since it's been minutes when you had gone quiet. the sight before him broke his heart.

your eyes are trying not to let your tears fall, but the comments are too hurtful to ignore, too cruel to set aside. even though you know that it's covered with a codename (barely), you exactly know it's your husband that they are talking about. you're hurt about the comments but you're most scared of your husband's career coming to a screeching halt.

you suddenly feel your husband hug you so tight and you let it all out. his shirt might get damped but toji doesn't care, comforting his wife comes first. he then tells megumi, "call our lawyer, tell him what we just saw, they'll know what to do," megumi frantically nods and gets out of the house to do what toji had said.

"come on, ma, let's go and get some rest." toji had urged you to go with him.

"pa, this is so ridiculous, i know you know how to deal with these but this is just too much, they're targeting our family now." the sadness in your voice and the tears that flow through face break toji's heart. you don't deserve this. these assholes needed to be taught a lesson, and he knows he won't be nice about it. "i'll take care of this, 'kay? i love you and megs so much, angel."

toji's voice somehow calmed your senses and you let yourself cry in his arms until you're left with no tears. "i'm sorry, i'm too old to cry like this." you said as you try to wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

"no one's too old to cry, darling," toji coos, glad that you're finally able to calm down, and caresses the back of your head. then, a sly smirk forms on his lips, "you know what else we're not too old for?"

genuinely curious, you look up to him, "what?" you asked.

toji leaned down and whispered, "another child, think we can give megumi a sibling?" and gave you a mischievous look.

"toji!" you exclaimed as you smack his chest, flustered of his words.

"gross, get a room, and is now really the time for this?" you suddenly let go of yourself from toji's grasp the moment you heard megumi back in the living room. toji chuckled, "i got it all covered, both of you rest up and i will deal with all of this." toji walked towards where megumi is standing and gives his head a gentle pat, "no one's gonna ruin us, alright?"

the conviction in toji's voice made it clear to both of you and megumi that he already has a plan in mind, and you trust him enough to believe him. he has never let the both of you down, after all.

the next day, news break out the the person who posted the rumor on the online forum is caught with other criminal charges aside from the defamation he just attempted to do. the horrible comments also seem to magically disappear.

Fushiguro Toji Busts Down Anonymous User, Other Criminal Charges Involved

"I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone else. I'm not backing down until everyone gets what they deserve for ruining the names of the people I care about. I will not let go until every single horrible person who rises their tongue against my family is punished." Toji stated.

"Be careful what you read and comment online, please don't forget that the people you talk about are not just subjects, but real human beings." The veteran actor added.

the fake news spreader should have really known not to deal with a veteran who is powerful enough to protect the people he cherishes.

edit: i just noticed that i wasn't able to add the ending to toji's part 😭 my apologies, i fixed it now!

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shinyac0re · 9 days

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━━━ 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼

satoru, geto, nanami, yuji, toge, toji, sukuna ━━━━━

𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤

-satoru

-geto

-nanami

-yuji

-toge

-toji

-sukuna

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filynxs · 1 month

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: ̗̀➛ JJK Men enjoying Themselves.

Part 2

⚝ They can‘t stop thinking about you.

⚝ JJK character scenario

⚝ sexual content; 18+; m*sturb*ting

» [Alone With You - Ashlee] «

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⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

T o j i F u s h i g u r o

Being Y/N‘s bodyguard is a difficult job.

A different kind of difficult.

Once again, her appearance has managed to make my cock react in excitement. The way how she walks in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her curves below that tight skirt, makes me crazy.

I can feel my hard shaft throbbing and twitching below my trousers, which tighten as my cock hardens. And the heat that forms in my crotch wanders through my entire body until reaching my chest, where my heart races in a fast pace.

Y/N suddenly stops in front of me as we reach the door of the conference room she has been searching for. I accidentally bump into her back, causing my hard bulge to poke her ass. Holding back a soft grunt, I gulp and brush my hand over my mouth down to my chin.

"Are we there?" I ask her, trying to act as nonchalant as I always am. I can‘t have her notice my arousal. She would most likely fire me. And I need this job, because I‘m broke.

She looks over her shoulder back up at me, her eyes hitting mine. The way how her irises glisten in the light of the hallway lamp send a pleasant shiver down my spine. Damn. If I wouldn’t work for her, I would have fucked her already. Several times.

A smile tugs on her glossy lips, a challenging one almost. Her eyes slightly narrow, and she tilts her head. With her index finger she gently pokes my chest, right at the spot where my heart races rapidly.

"Yeah, we are." she replies with her honeyed voice. "I have a meeting now. But you can make yourself comfortable in the," she pauses, looking down at my hard crotch, "restroom."

Fuck.

I can‘t help but grin at her comment, and a soft snort escapes me as I shake my head.

"Thanks for the advice." I chuckle, scratching the back of my neck in slight embarrassment. However, the way how she stares at my hard cock turns me on. If she wouldn’t have that meeting right now, if we weren‘t here but in her bed instead…

"We‘ll continue this conversation later, Fushiguro." she simply tells me, looking into my eyes once more before then disappearing through the door of the conference room. Her intoxicating scent leaves my nostrils as she walks into the room, and I sigh deeply. My muscles relax, and I didn‘t even notice that they have been tensed up the whole time.

That woman makes me loose my mind.

Without waiting any longer, I stride towards the restroom and lock myself up inside one of the toilet stalls. No one can disturb me now. Though, I‘d love it if Y/N would disturb me.

Sitting down on the toilet lid, I let out a deep sigh and open the zipper of my pants. My large cock jumps into my sight as I move my boxers down a bit. It‘s rock hard and so ready. The veins on it are pulsating, and it‘s twitching in anticipation, needing attention. But not only attention would bring me to the highest delight, no. Y/N‘s pussy would. I bet she has such a beautiful pussy that would need my cock as much as I need her.

My hand wraps around my shaft, slowly massaging it. I lean back and exhale sharply, closing my eyes in the process of pleasuring myself. I‘ve slept with many women, and now masturbating takes a bit more time than it used to. After all, I‘m used to pussies that wrap around my dick instead of just my hand.

However, it still feels so damn good.

"Fuck." I grunt softly, but still trying not to make any noises. Though, it‘s so difficult. Especially because I am thinking about Y/N. The way how her ass felt against my cock earlier almost made me groan right into her ear. Now that I think about it, I should have done that. She needs to know how the softness of her ass made me feel.

My breath quickens, and I arch my back ever so slightly as I jerk my hips against my hand. Oh what I would do to feel her naughty lips around my cock, causing her red lipstick to smudge. She would look up into my eyes while sucking me off like the good girl she is.

My strokes begin to pick up their pace, also caressing the tip of my cock which already leaks a lot of pre cum. Just the thought of fucking Y/N almost makes me come. That‘s crazy. Because I am the one who makes women instantly come without even fucking them yet, but now she is doing the same with me. And this feels fucking amazing.

Pressing my hand against my mouth, I feel my hot breath on my palm. I need to be quiet. Because if someone comes in, they will hear what the hell I‘m doing here. The only one who should be hearing this right now is Y/N.

Yeah. She should hear it.

I grab my phone, letting it record my heavy breaths and soft grunts. I can‘t help but grin. My hand tightens around my cock, and I can feel my pleasure coming to its climax, causing my entire body to shudder in satisfaction.

"Y/N, I want you so badly." I groan into my phone with a soft whisper as my cock shoots out my hot semen, which land on my pants and my hand. Sending her the voicemail, I let out a deep exhale and sink on that toilet lid.

At this point I don‘t even care about my job anymore. But what I‘m confident about is that I am going to fuck that woman senseless. And I prefer to be broke than not having experienced a night with a gorgeous woman like her.

My phone shows me a message she just sent me, and I grin as I read it.

"I think I know what it is without even listening to it. We are going to have a long conversation later, Fushiguro. And it‘s going to be a very pleasing one."

K e n t o N a n a m i

It has been a long day in which I couldn‘t concentrate properly. And I‘m still forced to be at work.

Conference after conference, phone call after phone call, and I still have to sit here in my office, working overtime once again. Being forced into working overtime is the worst. Especially when I just want to see my wife again. Y/N was on my mind ever since this morning, and she has been making my day extremely difficult.

A picture of her body is engraved into my brain, not leaving even for a moment. What I would do right now, just to take a warm bath with her and caress every tiny inch of her soft skin.

Sighing, I lean back on my office chair which squeaks in reply. My hands wander to my trouser’s zipper, undoing it and pushing my boxers down. My semi hard cock comes into my sight, its warmth touching my palm when I brush my hand over it. It‘s pulsating in arousal. Poor thing, had to wait the entire day. It was tough not to run to the bathroom and jerk off. But there were more important things left to do.

I begin to caress my tip before taking my whole length into my hand. A deep sigh escapes my slightly parted lips. Leaning further back on the chair, I close my eyes and stroke my cock with slow and gentle movements. With each stroke I feel how I‘m getting harder and harder. The need to feel Y/N all around me is large. Just imagining her sitting on my cock right here drives me into pleasure.

Softly moaning, I grab my phone and call her, pressing it against my ear while breathing heavily against it. My muscles tense up, and I can feel how fast my heart beats in my chest. It almost feels like it‘s going to explode in the next moment.

As the searing heat in my core begins to unfold, drops of sweat form on my body. I gulp, and then I hear her picking up the call.

"Darling, how‘s work?" she greets me with her warm voice which causes my heart to skip a beat or two.

I can‘t even build proper sentences and proceed to heavily breath into my phone, letting out soft grunts of satisfaction. Pre cum is apparent on my tip, and I smear it all over my length. My strokes become faster, but are still slow enough to make me want even more.

"Baby, I want you." I stammer with a deep tone in my voice which vibrates in my throat. Gulping, I can feel how dry my mouth has gotten because I have been heavily breathing through it the entire time.

"Honey, are you alright?" she asks me worriedly, and a small grin tugs on the corner of my lips, "What are you doing at work?"

"I‘m thinking about you." I tell her bluntly, "You are not leaving my mind, Y/N."

My grip around my cock tightens, and I can feel myself coming closer to the edge. I need just a little more so that I can finally come.

"Are you—"

"Y/N," I cut her off with a heavy and sharp breath, sitting up on my office chair as I continuously fuck my hand, "fuck me." Panting, I jerk my hips against my hand. My body begins to tremble in lust, and a drop of sweat falls down from my forehead, landing on my hand that‘s wrapped around my cock.

"Soon." Y/N replies with a playful tone in her honeyed voice.

Damn. That‘s my girl.

"Say that again." I groan huskily into my phone, almost with a pleading sound in my raspy voice, "In that same tone. Say that again.“

"Soon. I‘m going to fuck you soon, Kento."

I bite my lower lip as she says that, and I reach my climax that fills me up with utter satisfaction. My hot seed squirts out of my cock, accidentally landing on my office chair.

Letting myself fall back against the backrest of my chair, I catch my breath in exhaustion. The aftershocks of my orgasm hit me as I slowly continue to caress my cock, letting it calm down after that delightful climax.

This was definitely a good way to calm down during such a long day of work. I sigh deeply, letting a satisfied smile play on my lips.

"Was it good?" Y/N asks me with a cheeky giggle, and I breathe out an amused laugh.

"Yeah," I reply, my voice being barely above a whisper, "but not as good as fucking your beautiful pussy."

Part 1: here

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sour-sweets · 1 month

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Nanami being obsessed with feathering your face/body with kisses. When he gets home from work late he immediately makes his way to you, your body always on the couch(you fall asleep waiting up for him) and he scoops you up and kisses your head, your eyes, your cheeks.

He’s whispering how much he missed and thought about you throughout the day and even though you’re half asleep you still murmur replies back and he finds it absolutely adorable.

He places you in the bed before rushing to shower so he can put you right back in his arms and kiss your shoulders and hands and tummy and /feel/ you. He’s inhaling your scent and slowly lulling into slumber as his movements slow, “good night sweetheart” he mutters before tightening his hold and closing his eyes.

#nanami kento #jjk fluff #jjk #x yn #yn #nanami x reader

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tuwlips · 3 months

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Crying on Nanami's chest because of all the family issues you have.

Growing up not being close to your family has had negative impact on your emotions. “I'm your family now,” he says as he gently wipes your tears away.

Your whole life you felt like a burden on your parents. Felt like a failure. Nanami does his best to ensure you that you are loved and that you are not a burden.

Never having that close sibling bond made you envious of others. You were always shut out by your sibling and felt overshadowed by their achievements. You knew your parents loved them more than you. They were the golden child.

You were the problem child.

But in Nanami's eyes you are so much more. You have so much potential. He loves you so much.

“Nanami..” Your voice trembled. The sound of your soft sobs pained him. “I hate myself sometimes.” You broke down on his chest. He held you close and tight, pressing a soft kiss on your head.

“I love you."

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #hurt/comfort #nanami kento fluff #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x yn #nanami x reader fluff #nanami kento #nanami fluff #jjk #nanami kento x reader fluff #comfort character #nanami #just a short drabble because I really need Nanami #nanamin #kento nanami

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 4 months

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❝ YOU ALREADY HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART (WHICH I HAVE NEVER GIVEN TO YOU) ❞

warnings: burn scars, battle scars, grief, derealization, trauma (so much trauma), major character deaths (Satoru, Suguru, Tsumiki, Nanako, Mimiko, Principal Yaga, (Y/N)'s mom), Fushiguro Megumi angst, Junpei mentioned (surprisingly without angst), Itadori Yuji angst (minor), NSFW content for Sukuna's section, implied cannibalism

masterlist; part 1; part 2; part 3; alternate ending; playlist; au's and what if's

authors note: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! The formatting is a bit all over the place but these are straight-up taken from Discord chats I had with Elias, pls. I hope they're not too hard to understand. These are all basically "what ifs" and alternate universes + one section for Heian Period Ryomen Sukuna with a (L/N)'s ancestor! " " = means straight-up copy-pasted so I guess they kinda act as a foreword for each drabble

starting off with some HCs of (Y/N)’s high school years!

(Y/N) thinks Satoru must understand the pain of being the next head of the clan, get trained vigorously, and deal with aching bones and sores. Nope! Satoru’s never dealt with that much less dealt with (Y/N)’s father.

Shoko has a dark sense of humour so she laughs at his dark jokes but (Y/N) does notice the three of them end up pampering him more often.

Satoru buys him food most of the time. Drinks and snacks and ice cream, if (Y/N) gazes at something too long Satoru just tosses it into his cart.

Suguru tends to help him stretch or massage him. He’d even fix (Y/N)’s hair, almost motherly in his actions. He makes sure (Y/N) is presentable, makes sure he doesn’t have to worry because; “Su-Su will fix it~”.

Shoko makes sure (Y/N) is always wound-free. From buying antiseptics to burn relief gels (they all have a travel-sized bottle on their person to be fair). She buys him cigarettes when he needs them and always pokes him in his sides or the back of his head, she made it a habit to use RCT on him just in case he’s in pain but can’t feel it.

"You'd come back to me"

"What if Nanami Kento and (Y/N) survived the Shibuya arc?"

Kento stroked your bangs away and then pressed kisses with every compliment he gave. Your chuckles give him this feeling that if you ever told him "please" he'd give up everything just to hear it again. Kento lightly pushes you away but slips a hand underneath you, tugging his (Y/N) closer. “Kennnnnny."

Usually, Kento doesn’t enjoy nicknames but every time you say it, the world seems bright and sweet. So he noses at your jaw and relishes in the giggles.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with so much sincerity.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Kento grins and presses a searing kiss to your lips.

You are both covered in scars. Nanami’s still pinkish and healing even with the help of socerery and yours still aching and bruised. But nothing about you could be wrong. Because that wasn’t possible. The ring on your hand is cool on his neck as you tilt his head to deepen the kiss. Kento turns and chuckles as you yelp, straddling him now.

“Kento!”

“Yes, my (Y/N)?”

Your eyes soften, and he kisses you again.

"The beach will be more cloudy. We can sit on the porch and I'll make you that milky tea again." He thinks it's a shame the two of you are stuck inside the house. It cannot be helped; his skin was far too sensitive for Malaysia's unapologetic sunny rays and dry heat and although you comfort him by saying your scars are still healing too, he wants nothing more than to pick you up and wash away all the remnants of Shibuya in seawater. "I can make it," he says. "Kento," you press your finger onto his lips, tracing it until you're cupping his face and stroking over his cheekbones. "Let me take care of you." Kento frowns and places his hand over yours, tracing the shape of your healing knuckles and raised scars. "Only if you'll let me do the same, my (Y/N)."

Kento who survived the Shibuya arc is left with a very sensitive wound all over the left side of his body. His hearing is unbalanced and his depth perception is fucked but (Y/N) helps him through all the transitions he goes through.

(Y/N) feels guilty for using his curse technique when it’d been fire that hurt Kento. Who doesn’t use it around Kento or if he does use it, he makes sure the smell is gone and washes his hands, and makes sure Kento can hold him without fear. But Kento doesn’t fear him! Kento figured it out and he just tells (Y/N); “My love, you never need to hide yourself from me…”

Yuji helps Kento with physical therapy. Kento grunts but allows Yuji to hug him when he regains consciousness. Kento who asks Yuji if he’d like to be his ringbearer during their wedding.

(Y/N) who is so nervous to meet Kento’s parents. He knows non-sorcerers and sorcerers don’t have many differences in their daily lives outside of exorcising curses but worries nonetheless. Kento’s mom is bright and jovial, and his father is even more so! (Y/N) is honestly taken aback by how soft-hearted they are and how they thank him for saving Kento. He finds himself loving them so much because they remind him of his mother and how gentle and kind she was.

When he asks for their blessing? He bows but is surprised when Kento’s father blocks his forehead from meeting the floor, blinking away tears when his mother holds his face.

“We’ll gladly take you in as your son, (Y/N),” and they all start crying because (Y/N) is crying, LMAO.

Kento tells (Y/N) he asked for his parent's blessing and he's confused because Kento should never do that - he doesn’t need to ask his father for his blessing but Kento simply says:

“I visited your mom’s grave. I asked for her blessing. I talked to her about how much I love you.”

At their wedding, there are empty seats in the crowd. Seats for their fallen comrades, their loved ones, seats for Tsumiki, Principal Yaga, Yū, Satoru, Suguru, (Y/N)'s mom… (blame Elias for this one)

In regards to (Y/N) seeing Geto Suguru's "body" as he descended into madness: Kento who spots him muttering to himself or staring into space. (Y/N), who after surviving the Shibuya arc, still sees Suguru and now Satoru as well. At times, he even sees Yū, Kento, Megumi, Tsumiki, Yuji, Nobara, Maki, or -His brain constantly makes it hard for him to decipher reality or fiction.

A HC based on Katniss and Peeta: (Y/N) asking Kento, “Real or not real?” when he can't tell reality from fiction.

“You’re alive, real or not real?” “Real.”

“Megumi is still breathing. Real or not real?” “Real, my love. He’s just healing. He’ll wake up soon.”

"...You love me, real or not real?" "Real, my love."

When Fushiguro Megumi wakes up:

When Megumi recovers he cries. Openly cries, sobs, and wails as he begs for forgiveness from everyone around him. (Y/N) literally rushed into the room which made Megumi flinch, yelling at him to stay away because he killed his father (Satoru), his sister, and everyone else Ryomen Sukuna had killed. But (Y/N) just holds him and holds him and holds him. Megumi finds it hard to piece his brain together after what Sukuna has done so Yuji helps. Yuji asks Kento for advice because Megumi and (Y/N) are lowkey in the same boat-ish.

Megumi who begs for forgiveness because Sukuna had done unspeakable things to (Y/N) just to make him his concubine and (Y/N) just comforts his son.

When Megumi is strong enough they go to Suguru and Satoru’s graves. There are no bodies but they buried the things that they treasured. Their wedding ring rests where Satoru would have along with Megumi and Tsumiki’s childhood drawings, pictures, and Suguru’s hairband and button. The flip phone was full of memories and high school photographs - his wedding picture too. He rests beside Geto Suguru, whose grave is filled with his daughter's belongings and the flip phone he kept too, the creased photograph of himself with Satoru, (Y/N) and Shoko. Tsumiki, Nanko and Mimiko are next to their fathers. Megumi cries as his knees give out, his only family left, his dad; (Y/N), just comforts him as much as he can. His precious boy, his beautiful son... They visit as often as they can, telling tales of their days, their weeks, and their months. Soon enough, it will be less painful for them to visit that hill. It'll be scenic and they'll no longer curse at the heavens for all this loss. They'll hate that they're no longer the same person their loved ones had seen, hate the wrinkles and the greying hair and the way they couldn't grow old together. Hate that they've been alive longer than them when they feel like they don't deserve to be. But one day it'll stop and they'll take it as a blessing to grow this old, knowing they'll see their family soon enough with so many stories to tell.

"And isn't it just so pretty to think? All along there was some invisible string, tying to you me?"

"You know - in every universe, Satoru falls in love with Suguru and (Y/N). In a few universes, their love is not tragic. In this special few, Satoru does not use (Y/N) for honor. Suguru comes back after his betrayal,l and (Y/N) and Kento defend his rights as a human. Satoru has (Y/N) help him with Suguru’s rehabilitation, and Kento helps Suguru with his clashing ideology. In the special few, Megumi is still beloved by YN but he doesn’t fear betrayal, and love just needs love to be perfect. Uncle (Y/N) cherishes Tsumiki and Megumi and Uncle Kento who teaches them how to be kind and responsible. Mimiko and Nanako learn how to befriend Tsumiki and Megumi!”

(Y/N) would've become a teacher like Satoru! Kento sends him to and from. He pouted so much when Kento knew Yuji was alive but forgave him. (Y/N) invited Yuji to eat homemade lunch and dinners in their home, and Yuji pretended not to feel himself tremble; a homemade meal was eaten around a dining table.

Yuji, who never had such an experience before; and who craves familial bonds; can’t stop shoveling food in his mouth because he keeps grinning too hard -

And when Junpei is brought back alive? (Y/N) takes to him like a moth to a flame. He volunteers to help Junpei, to house him, and bares his teeth at the higher-ups who dare take the boy from him.

Junpei wakes up to Kento cooking breakfast and (Y/N) who makes tea. Junpei gasps as (Y/N) opens up a movie and invites him to watch with him. Junpei relishes Kento’s words of advice for his newfound curse technique.

Junpei cries into the pillows and gets surprised when (Y/N) comforts him, telling him he misses his mother too, and lets (Y/N) hug him.

Junpei stares at himself in the mirror when Shoko heals his cigarette scars, brushing back his bangs confidently for the first time.

Junpei who bonds with Megumi about having shikigamis! Who Nobara (affectionately) bullies and toughens up! Maki is reminded of Yuta every time, and Inumaki chuckles at her face. Panda just loves being his senpai but keeps pushing Junpei away from him when Junpei tries to touch his fur -

Satoru and Suguru come over with Mimiko, Nanako, Tsumiki, and Megumi to their home. Yuji and Junpei picked out the movie (it’s obviously Human Earthworm - all 4 movies). The Gojo-Geto’s brought snacks and drinks, and the Nanami’s made their home so cozy and warm.

"Tell me you belong to me"

Heian Era Sukuna and the ancestor of the (L/N) clan, his only male concubine which he adored so much it caused his unending.

As a foreword (just a fan theory I adored not canon at all): "The theory that Sukuna keeps CTs within his Malovent Shrine (hence, in my fic, it’s why the (L/N) clan never flourished. Sukuna took their innate technique and left them with a CT so strong none of them had enough will-power to master). It’s not confirmed but in the Jogo fight, he says “open” and all of a sudden he can use a flame CT???" "This is basically an AU of (Y/N)'s ancestor, lmao."

They sacrificed (Y/N) to Ryomen Sukuna and gave him their prince who came to him with a sharp glare and dirtied with bruises and cuts.

“You wrap my gift so carelessly?” Sukuna drawls out.

(Y/N) is bound and gagged. His hair must have been in an impressed top knot, now a mess that spills from his shoulders.

Uruame shifts next to him and they grip (Y/N)'s cheeks to inspect him.

What a beautiful man, they think with mild surprise, it was no wonder he was chosen as a sacrifice.

But, Sukuna wants him. So, he adds his first male concubine to his harem. (Y/N) is scrubbed clean, dressed to the nines, and made to look like a doll. His face was painted, his hair brushed, his nails trimmed, and his skin moisturized.

Ryomen Sukuna is a monster with a picky tongue. Despite his greed, he only eats refined meats and fights the strongest sorcerers.

Sukuna doesn’t “love” his concubine but he favors him. That much, (Y/N) can tell. When he plays the biwa or recites sutras and haikus, Sukuna is ever so attentive. When (Y/N) bows and sits next to Lord Sukuna to feed him his meals, he finds those big hands holding him in one way or another.

When he takes (Y/N) as a “woman”, he is not gentle. Uruame is the one to prepare him. They provided him with oils and aromatic smoke to ease him, not out of the kindness of their hearts but for their Lord’s pleasure. (Y/N) swears he nearly rips taking his size but Sukuna spreads his legs and pushes in deeper and (Y/N) gasps, his tears like diamonds as he pleads for his Lord to grant him mercy.

Sukuna does. It surprises himself. But he does.

Maybe Sukuna will never understand the word love because he tells himself he’s never loved. Or maybe, he confuses it with ownership and cruelty - because it’s obvious he loves (Y/N).

He’s unfair to all but him.

He is still the King of Curses, a cruel tyrant, but (Y/N) is someone who calms his wrath with ease.

When they made that Binding Vow for (Y/N)'s curse technique to be given to Sukuna in exchange for Sukuna not being able to kill off his clan. He had thought to give YN another curse technique. But then, after (Y/N) learns Sukuna murdered a huge chunk of his clan, (Y/N) plans for his betrayal.

(Y/N) seeing the shock on Sukuna’s face as he gets sealed away, feeling the God's disdain weigh on his bones as he breaks the Binding Vow - he weeps for Sukuna despite knowing how horrible he is.

(Y/N) marries and his bloodline continues on, but there’s this terrible desire to be loved. It persists in every one of them. This ache that the King of Curses had left. This magnetism that power holds over the (L/N) clan.

In another universe, where (Y/N) finds no love in Satoru nor Kento, but Sukuna?

How delighted would the King of Curses be to see his concubine so willing for him? The King of Curses would have a harem of women. But the one man? Oh, he’s beloved. His room is closest to Sukuna’s, his appetite always filled and his bookshelves overflowing. Uruame enjoys his presence, tending to him personally and making him food as well.

(Y/N) who takes a liking to human flesh. Who finds himself ignoring the screams of tortured men and women, and only curls his nose in distaste when Sukuna wants to consume “soft” flesh.

Who grins so serenely in his King’s lap, who can’t decide which mouth he prefers on him or which hand is his favourite. Sukuna loves to be fed by (Y/N) and does the same to him.

Who learns how to please Sukuna’s cocks all by himself. Who has servants prep him open only to be killed right after - but what a privilege they had, to have Sukuna’s concubine mewl around their fingers.

Sukuna loves watching him ride, loves seeing the bulge in his stomach, the twinge of pain on his face. He loves sticking his tongue out (the one on his stomach) to lick at (Y/N)’s cock and (Y/N) yelps every time.

At times, you’ll find his precious concubine so stunning after a night of pleasure you’d stare. Each time, Uruame is there to gauge their eyes out.

Their master's toy is his alone after all.

"What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes"

polycule of satosugu x yn!

Satoru thinks he’s selfish. He knows that marrying (Y/N) fulfills duty and honour but in doing so it would be cruel for the boy. On the other hand, marrying Suguru was completely out of the realm of possibilities no matter how hard he insists.

His personal feelings about them both confuse him too.

Satoru loves Suguru. Satoru loves (Y/N).

You could imagine the relief 16-year-old Gojo Satoru felt when (Y/N) blushed at Suguru’s soft-spoken voice or when Suguru caught himself staring at (Y/N)’s lips for too long in a conversation.

In this AU - Satoru never dated Suguru, he instead gathered the two of you and just announced his feelings.

It was choppy waters to navigate through, among the political aspects of a marriage and teenage emotions and deadly missions.

But the three of you made it work. This relationship was among three men who fulfilled honour, duty, and love. Who only needed each other to feel filled.

A polyamorous marriage wasn’t taboo, it was just outdated, still with Gojo Satoru and Gojo (Y/N) both insisting that Geto Suguru would be their husband after Satoru became the head of the Gojo clan. It wasn’t as though they could be refused now.

In this AU, Suguru would not betray his husbands though not without thinking of it. He simply tightened his hold on the rings before he brought the twins back home and his heart softened as he saw them tend to the girls.

What a rowdy household. The children are so loved that they cannot fathom love doesn’t exist.

Satoru who will sigh and embrace his husbands out of the blue.

“You’re beautiful,” he’ll tell (Y/N) as he cups his face while the poor man is simply reading some document at the dining table. “Our husband is beautiful, Suguru!”

Suguru immediately gets drowsy whenever your fingers thread through his hair, and chuckles when you trace his features as he’s about to wake.

Gods, seeing you and Satoru hold onto your children’s hands as all of you walk together in a park makes thoughts of those dark summers dissipate into nothing.

Satoru sleeps in the center of your California king-sized bed. He simply refuses any other spot.

The Tokyo School has its hands full of the Gojo’s. From the husbands to their 3 children with rambunctious abilities.

When Tsumiki got cursed...it was an emotional day for everyone. Suguru swore he’d do anything to break it while Nanako and Mimiko yelled and yelled, Megumi just sobbing into your chest.

The girls visit her often, talking to her as they fix her hair and ensure she’s comfortable. Megumi appreciates their care as he silently stares from the corner.

Oh, breakfasts are always bustling.

The children are spoiled just as much as Satoru’s husbands are.

What a terrifying trio you are - abilities powerful beyond the curve!

Shoko always takes a few shots before heading over to celebrate holiday dinners, lmao.

She understands that you three enjoy asking about her love life though all three of you were made to kneel in apology as she glared after Satoru and you “accidentally” found the woman she’d been seeing.

Suguru rolls his eyes every time Satoru and you stroke the dragon spirit's snout or compliment the spear-wielding spirit.

While they bring burn-relief medication for you, Satoru and you ensure to bring snacks to wash away the foul taste of curses for Suguru and Suguru and you always have extra blindfolds and painkillers for Satoru.

Yuta grew flustered as he found out the three of you were together. He had honestly thought Suguru was cheating on Satoru with you but Maki’s scoff of “disgust” and her brief explanation made his face bloom into fifty shades of red.

Yuji would honestly not care - he’d be surprised at first but bounce back rather quickly (although Ryomen Sukuna would certainly have his comments).

ANGST TIME!

The Shibuya arc would be very different of course, though wouldn’t it just be delightful if Kenjaku managed to grab (Y/N) and force his husband to see Ryomen Sukuna not only take over their son’s body but see their husband get claimed by another?

Delicious angst, me thinks.

"But I just wanna stop right next to you, if I could my dream? I just wanna stop right next to you."

polygamous marriage (?) of Satosugu and kentoYN!

In this AU, (Y/N) and Satoru would feel so guilty for letting their eyes wander to their significant future husbands.

It’s not as though they don’t love each other but there’s this societal norm of monogamy and despite never getting physical with Suguru/Kento the emotional aspect still makes them feel like they’re doing something dirty.

It wasn’t fair to anyone.

Shoko dryly mumbling about polygamy had Satoru and you instantly perking up.

You loved Suguru and Satoru liked Kento - but neither of them wanted to be in a relationship with each other. So this arrangement of Satoru’s boyfriend and (Y/N)’s boyfriend honestly worked. It was confusing at first but it worked.

When Satoru married Suguru and you married Kento, it was a joyous event. A double wedding!

A rowdy household once again, Satoru insisted on living on the same land just with multiple “sections”. Even if this was a polycule, I’d imagine solitude from one another is still appreciated after all. The house was built from the ground up and it was a labour of love to ensure all four of you (and your kids) would have their own slice of heaven.

Kento adores you, the rings on your fingers, and the home you share.

Satoru adores you as well, never once making you feel as though this is a competition.

Both Satoru and you are fair to each other and your respective husbands. Never favouring the other or anything that would make them feel like a “glorified side chick.”

The kids aren’t confused at all.

Although they did have to adjust to call which father what.

They settled with Dad (you), Papa (Suguru), Pa (Kento), and Father (Satoru - only to annoy him.) Sometimes the four of you will have to play it by ear since they just use “daddd!” interchangeably.

Shoko still takes shots before she heads over to go to holiday dinners.

The students are also not confused. Yuta got a bit flustered but Suguru just informed him about it and Yuta felt less anxious - he genuinely thought Satoru was cheating on (Y/N) when he walked in on Satoru and Suguru making out in an empty classroom.

You’d honestly just giggle at Yuta’s face when he told you this which made him more confused while Suguru gave him the mercy to pat his head.

Yuji would think it’d be so cool that such a dynamic worked.

Nanako and Mimiko as Tokyo High students make my heart soar - Megumi has his older sisters tease him relentlessly whenever their schedules overlap (they always do).

#s3thwrit3sstuff #gojo satoru x male reader #geto suguru x male reader #nanami kento x male reader #ryomen sukuna x male reader #jjk x you #jjk x yn #jjk x reader #jjk x male reader #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader

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Guiding Lights | Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsys: Nanami barely acknowledges you once he gets home. It's late and you've been waiting for hours. Again. Lately, it's all you seem to do for your husband. Wait, while he arrives home later and later. You decide to confront him about it, and things escalate.

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Angst, heavy angst. Like, super angsty. Arguments and yelling, mentions of cheating, neglect and death. A very tired Nanami who's overworking himself. Angst with comfort, angst to fluff. Very happy and cheesy ending. Hopefully not OOC Nanami. Do let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey guys!!! Oh my god I have been working on this fic for quite a while hahaha! I started it a few months ago, but then you guys started sending in your (lovely) requests, and it sort of got lost in my drafts. But I really wanted to get it done, so I focused on it again. Also, I'm terrible at summaries, I'm so sorry!! </3

I think this is my Magnum Opus so far. I really like how it turned out. I love my man Nanami, and I love angst (lol obviously), and I've always thought about this specific scenario. This is sort of like, the fic I've always wanted to read, you know? A "fine, I'll do it myself" fic, if you will, hahaha!

Well, I hope you enjoy reading it!! I certainly had a blast writing it <3

The door to your apartment closed as softly as it opened, and if you weren’t so intent on confronting the man who had just walked through it, you wouldn’t have heard the sound.

Looking up from the show you were watching and just paused, you take your husband in. He’s clearly seen better days. Shirt and tie slightly dishevelled, hair askew, large bags under his tired eyes. There is a big cut ripping his suit, and a smaller one on his jaw.

“I’m home.” Nanami mumbled, taking said jacket off and placing it on top of the couch.

“Hey,” You replied, unsure of what exactly to say. You’d been awake for hours now, patiently waiting for him to come back, but now that he’s standing in front of you, you don’t know what to tell him.

You must’ve not thought things through, because instead of keeping quiet and letting this man enjoy some peace and quiet (something he seemed to lack), you decide to speak your mind.

“You’re late.”

Nanami sighed. He does not dare to meet your eye, instead making his way towards your kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. “There was a curse that needed to be exorcised. I was closer to the location, so they sent me.”

“You could’ve called.” He hadn’t even kissed you. Just walked straight to the kitchen, barely acknowledging you. “I was worried.”

“Well, I was busy.” Nanami put his glass down and rubbed his forehead. He looked drained. The sharp edges of his face look like they could cut your fingers, should you touch him. The exhaustion was piling over him, and it was clear to see.

You didn’t wish to push his buttons – God knows how hard his work as a Jujutsu Sorcerer was. But it’s not fair for him to leave for hours on end without telling you his location. You don’t want to control him, nor keep tabs on him all the time; you just want to make sure he is safe and doing okay.

You just want to make sure your husband will return to you and your son at the end of the day.

“And you couldn’t have spared me a minute? Just a text would’ve been fine.” You said, standing up and walking to him. Too busy to call? It would take him less than a minute to tell you he was safe.

“[Y/N], I didn’t have the time to call you.” Now he looked at you. Those beautiful hazel eyes which usually regarded you with affection and care, looked fatigued and weary. These eyes belong to a man who has seen too much, a man who is in desperate need of rest. But no matter how much you tried to coerce him into taking a break, he wouldn’t have any of it.

Ever since you had your son, he was more intent than ever on working and making sure curses were exorcised as soon as they appeared. All to keep your bundle of joy safe, to make sure he grew up in a better world. But lately, it seemed like he was stretching himself too thin, taking on every single mission, arriving home later and later.

“I was worried sick. You look hurt.” Nanami looked away once more when you approached him. Just as you were about to raise your hand and inspect his jaw, he turned away from you.

“I’m fine. You should go to sleep. It’s late.” His voice was almost devoid of any emotion. Is this what Jujutsu Sorcery did to people? Wear them down, strip them of their humanity and emotions until they were but a vessel of what they had once been?

When you first started dating, Nanami couldn’t get enough of you. He’d get home on time, every single day, just so he wouldn’t keep you waiting. He’d treat you like you were precious, because to him, you were. And now it seemed like he was perpetually tired, like there was something holding him back from the sweet man he had once been. You suspected he hadn’t held your son in a few days. Nanami always stopped by Haibara’s room before he went to sleep, just to watch his slow breathing and make sure all was well. But it had been weeks since you had seen him hold his child.

“Kento, you’re not fine. Just… Stop pushing me away. Please.” You reached out to touch his arm, and he shakes it away.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but it’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.” How could he be so careless about his health? Was he not aware of the family waiting for him at home?

You shake your head. You really didn’t want to do this. Not today. Not now. You’re tired – Haibara had been fussy all day, asking for “papa”, and there was nothing you could do to soothe him. And your husband looked tired too. Let’s not do this today. Not now. Go to bed, you thought. Go to bed.

Unfortunately, your mouth was quicker.

“Oh, yeah? Well, when’s it gonna be enough?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just a scratch. Well, yesterday was just a scratch as well. So was the day before. And the day before that. Is tomorrow going to be just a scratch as well?” Your voice was rising, and you were fighting hard to keep the tears away. “It’s always justa scratch. When is it going to be enough for you to stop? When’s it going to stop being just a scratch? Huh? When you break an arm?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose a limb?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose your life?!” You tightened the grip you had around your body, using your arms as a shield against the despair and hopelessness you felt. You seemed to have stunned your husband into silence. Nanami breathed softly, looking at the floor. “When is it going to be enough for you?”

“I’m doing this for your sake.” He mumbled softly.

“Maybe you were, once. But not anymore. No, you’re doing this for yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Now it was your husband’s turn to raise his voice ever so slightly. His fists were clenched by his side, and his shoulders moved in sync with his breathing. “I’m out there, every night, doing this for you. For our son, for our family.”

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am! If I’m out there, exorcising those disgusting creatures, it’s because I want our son to grow up in a safer world! I don’t want him to live in fear, I want him to be safe. And that’s exactly what I do.”

“You say you care about your son, but you haven’t seen him in days.” You scoffed and shook your head. How could he say such things when you knew damn well he hadn’t even seen him? Let alone hold him or play with him. And the lack of attention from his father was clearly taking a toll on Haibara, who cried and cried, eyes anxiously looking for the tall figure he learned to associate with comfort. Not that he didn’t like you - you were his mother, and arguably, the only person he truly knew, but a baby boy needs his father, and Haibara didn’t seem to have his.

You stare at your husband, noticing how time has changed him. The once gentle features have turned knifelike, his eyebags have become wide and deep, his eyes perpetually tired behind the fatiguing-looking glasses. What could possibly be more important than his family?

An unsettling feeling starts pooling in your stomach. You’ve tried not to entertain this idea for long - hell, you couldn’t think about it without becoming nauseous. Because he would never, would he? He’s your husband. The father of your child. Meeting another woman behind your back is clearly unthinkable, right?

The voice in your head that you’ve been trying to quiet down this whole time gets louder and louder. Ask him, it says, ask him and find out the truth. You deserve to know it, you’re his wife. What if he’s hiding something? Ask him.

You want to trust your husband. You really do. You love him and always have and always will. But your mind is playing tricks on you, the weariness of the day and lack of comfort from this very same man messing with your brain.

“Is it someone else?” You ask, feeling braver than you felt.

“What!?” he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. As if what you’d ask was completely preposterous (to him, it was).

“Have you been seeing someone else, Kento? Is that why you’re not home?” You were sounding surprisingly calm for a woman accusing her husband of cheating on her.

Your husband shook his head vigorously, looking you in the eye.

“I’m not. I haven’t been seeing anyone else.” You got a glimpse at your Nanami, the one who’s caring and sweet, the one who holds you when you cry and talks softly when you’re overwhelmed. You see him right now, in the way he assures you there’s no one else.

“You’re not home. You arrive late, leave at the crack of dawn. Don’t hold our son, don’t touch me. Is this why? Do you have someone else? Do you love someone else?”

“[Y/N], I told you, there is no one else. I’m not seeing anyone,” he sighed, signalling his own exhaustion (as if it wasn’t evident by the way it clung to his face, body, and soul). “I’ve just been busy.” Nanami repeated, turning away from you, to place his glass in the sink.

“Too busy to see your own son?”

“I told you, I’ve been busy, [Y/N].”

“He’s your son!”

“This is my job - “

“We’re your family!”

“Well, you can’t expect me to stay home all the time and cater to your every whim, can you?” Nanami had never yelled. Never in your time together you’d heard him raise his voice at anyone, let alone you. But the man before you couldn’t be your husband because he’d done just that.

“I’m not asking you to stay home and cater to my every whim!” Tears clouded your vision, and you stuttered pathetically, still trying to hold your ground. “I’m just asking you to be more considerate!” The more you spoke, the more you stuttered, the more your tears fell. Nanami, your sweet Nanami, your caring and loving husband would’ve never allowed this years ago. He’d have embraced you and kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. The man before you has no intention of doing that.

“I have a job to do, [Y/N], I have a duty, I made a promise -”

“You made a promise to me when we got married!” You wiped your tears away. Or tried to - they wouldn’t stop coming, big lousy tears that ran down your cheeks and made you feel even more miserable. “You made a promise to our son when he was born! And now look at you - you haven’t held him in days!”

“He’s a baby, [Y/N]. He won’t die from lack of affection from me. God damn it, he won’t even remember it! You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”

“You say that because you don’t spend time with him! I’m not making a big deal out of nothing; I’m telling you you’re neglecting your son!”

“[Y/N], he’s a baby!”

“He misses his father!” Now it was you yelling, sleep and rest long forgotten. No, right now, all you wanted was to get to the bottom of this, to once and for all make your husband see reason. “He cries for you because he misses you! I miss you! Your family misses you terribly and all you’re doing is pushing us away!”

An ear-piercing cry erupted from the monitor next to you. Hell, you probably didn’t even need the monitor. Haibara’s cries were loud and heart wrenching, and you snapped out of your rage fuelled trance as soon as you heard them.

“Haibara,” you whispered, pushing past your husband and all but flying upstairs. You opened the door to your son’s nursery, and maternal instinct took over as you made your way towards his crib and picked him up. His tiny fists were clenched, and he waved his arms and legs around, crying his little heart out.

“Shhhh, shhhh…” You cooed softly, taking him in your arms and pressing soft kisses against his forehead. “Mommy’s sorry, my love… Mommy was yelling, wasn’t she? She’s sorry… It won’t happen again my darling, I promise… I’m so sorry…” You cried, cradling his little body against yours.

Upon hearing your voice, his cries subsided, and the baby looked up at you with teary eyes, hands coming up to touch your wet cheeks.

“Mama?” He asked in that tiny voice of his.

“Yes, my love, mama’s right here. I’m sorry. Mama was yelling, it must’ve been so scary.” You wiped his tears, kissing the top of his head.

“Mama,” he said again, tapping his hands on your face once more, as if making sure you were there.

“Yes baby, mama’s here. Mama’s right here.”

“Papa?” Haibara looked around, and his lips turned into a pout once more. “Papa?”

“I’m sorry, my love. Papa’s busy. He’s working hard to keep us safe,” Please don’t cry again, you thought, go to sleep baby, just go to sleep. Mommy needs rest too, especially after today.

“Papa? Papa?” His cries became more insistent, and you tried your best not to burst into tears again. You felt like a failure. A failure of a wife, a failure of a mother. You felt like the home you tried too hard to build and cherish and fill with love was crumbling apart.

“Go to sleep baby, okay? Papa’s busy, but he’ll see you some other time. Right now, he needs to rest because he’s been working so hard… And so do you, baby. Just get some rest, alright? Please.”

You sniffled a few times, singing and talking to him slowly, the way you knew calmed him down. “I’m so sorry for yelling honey, so, so sorry… It won’t happen again… How scary it must’ve been for you… It’s alright now, see? Mommy’s here, she won’t yell anymore…”

You rocked Haibara and placed him so he was lying down in your arms. He looked at you first with a confused gaze, then with a small smile, and finally with a sleepy expression. Your sweet baby boy, who was all furrowed brown and blonde locks of hair, exactly like his father. Your sweet, sweet son, who’d babble in excitement when you twirled him around the living room and danced around as soft music played and knocked his head against yours in a loving gesture. He was your one weakness. You’d do anything for him.

The love you have for this child is stronger than words can communicate, and you wonder how Nanami can possibly ignore him as easily as he does.

You rocked Haibara some more, humming a tune you knew he liked. Once you turned around, you spotted Nanami leaning against the door, staring at the both of you in a mix of awe, hurt and sadness.

You returned his gaze, unsure of what to say.

What even was there to say?

The life you’d so lovingly built for yourselves seemed to have come crashing down, until all that was left were broken pieces.

Nanami approached you two, with slow heavy steps. Once you managed to get a good look at his face, something inside you broke.

Nanami was crying.

Big, silent tears rolled down his cleverly sculpted cheeks, and his eyes drifted to the sleepy baby in your arms.

And then he did something neither of you were expecting.

He sobbed.

Loudly.

So loud, little Haibara stirred in your arms, looking over to the source of the sound.

His face twisted in confusion, and his pouty lips parted to utter a single word.

“Papa,” he babbled, hand pointing in his direction. “Papa. Papa. Papa.” Haibara mumbled over and over again, arms flailing in Nanami’s direction. He twisted his whole body, muttering “Papa” and whining loudly.

“Haibara,” Nanami whispered, hands coming up to cradle his son - an adorable sight, really. Your husband, with his big, strong hands, handling a tiny baby with the utmost care. He held Haibara straight, and cried once the baby knocked his head against his, gurgling in excitement and flailing his arms around.

“Papa!” If your son was or had been sleepy, he didn’t show it, instead babbling a single word repeatedly, hands either coming up to touch his father’s face, waving around, or clapping. “Papa!”

You wondered how long it had been since Nanami had held him. It was clear Haibara missed him, and although the sight before you was heartwarming, it still hurt that, for this to happen, Nanami had to ignore his child.

“My son,” Nanami cradled Haibara carefully, leaning his forehead against the baby’s. “My sweet, sweet son. I have been such an idiot. I’m so sorry…” He kept on sobbing, kissing Haibara all over his face, head, and hands, as if trying to convey his regret in some way. “I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

It was both heartbreaking and heart enriching. There he was, your husband, finally holding his son, finally apologising, finally making amends. You knew him to be telling the truth. Nanami might be stoic and cold on the outside, but you got to him. You knew him, inside and out. You could tell when he was genuine, and, well, he’d never been more genuine than now.

Nanami turned to look at you, eyes still puffy from the tears. He shook his head once, then twice, then turned to face his son once again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ve been neglecting you all this time… My family, my own family… I promised to take care of you…” This confession only made him sob louder. Your son quickly picked up on the atmosphere because he too started pouting, and expressing his discomfort through sounds.

“Oh -” Nanami was quick to change the baby’s position, making him lie down on his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s fine now, alright? Why don’t you go to sleep and give your mother some rest?”

“Papa,” Haibara blinked his eyes once and reached up to touch his father’s face. Nanami smiled, holding his son’s little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against it.

“That’s right. Papa. Papa’s here.”

“Pa - pa,” Your son was interrupted by a big yawn. He blinked at his father once again, and quickly turned around, snuggling against his arms and chest.

There was something about tall and strong 7 to 3 sorcerer Nanami Kento melt while holding a tiny baby in his arms that made you chuckle. You wiped your tears and watched as your husband kissed your son’s forehead one last time, before putting him down on his crib once again.

Nanami made sure to check Haibara’s crib, gazing at him with that adoring look in his eyes, before exiting the room. You did the same and did not need to be told twice - you followed your husband, who was already in your shared bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed and facing the wall.

Leaning against the doorframe, you stared at him.

None of you wanted to break the small bubble you’d been immersed in. Although you hadn’t spoken with each other, the last few minutes with Haibara had spoken volumes. It was as if the ocean of hurt and neglect had been breached by the child who was a careful mix of the two.

And yet, it still hurt to address the elephant in the room.

You’d hated yelling at Nanami. You’d never done it. And he’d never yelled at you. Not even towards his most eccentric and insufferable coworkers, Nanami dared to yell. He believed arguments and misunderstandings could be solved without raising one’s voice. But he’d gone and done the one thing he promised never to do.

It was Nanami who, after what seemed like an eternity, reached across the ocean.

“I’ve lost my focus,” he said, still staring at the wall. “I’ve gone and ruined the one good thing in my life.”

All you could do was listen. You’d waited too long to hear these words.

“The truth is, I’m scared.” There it was again, that vulnerability in his voice, that softness and truth that reminded you your sweet husband too was human. “I’ve been scared ever since Haibara was born. I want to make the world a better place for him. I don’t want him to grow up surrounded by curses, always looking over his shoulder in fear…” He clenched his fists, only this time, the anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“I thought if only I worked hard… If only I worked all these extra hours, I'd be making a difference. I’d be protecting my family.”

You had no control over your body, but it didn’t matter. Your heart would always follow Nanami Kento, and right now, it was telling you to go to him. You stood near the bed, just a few feet away from his sitting figure.

“You are protecting your family,” you said, just as softly as him.

“No - no, I’m not. What if something happens while I’m gone? What if I’m not home, and someone gets to you first?” Nanami sighed, voice laced with fear. You could tell he was close to tears once again. “I’ve been so busy trying to take on each and every mission, I forgot to protect my family in the most important way - next to them.”

You remained silent.

There was nothing you could come up with. He was right. Those were your words and your thoughts. Then why was it that when they were finally uttered, you felt sadness rather than happiness or relief? It pained to see your husband hurting.

You sat down next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, an encouraging gesture.

“I miss you…” he continued, tears now running freely. “I miss you two so much… Haibara… Haibara’s growing up without a father… And it’s all my fault…” Hunching over his knees, Nanami took his face in his hands, crying silently. “And you, my love - you’ve been here all this time, working so hard to keep our family together, and I was too blind to appreciate it… I’m so sorry…”

He then looked at you, and you saw years of your relationship fly by.

In his eyes, you saw your first meeting. You saw the day he bought you coffee for the first time. Satoru playing matchmaker. You saw your first date, full of nervousness and a fleeting kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds but was enough to leave you both flustered and breathless. You saw the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, a bouquet of bright pink camelias in his hand. Him holding you close after you’d loved each other for the first time, hands tracing patterns on your back, whispering words of appreciation and love in your ear.

You saw your wedding day, the first dance you two shared and how he smiled like a fool despite all the teasing from Satoru and his students. You saw him carry box after box, unpacking items and decorating what would later become your loving home. You saw the way he cried in your arms when you showed him the positive pregnancy test, and how he kneeled before you to kiss your stomach.

You saw him holding your hair back while you puked, always so attentive, making sure you were fine. Him massaging your feet, rubbing your legs and preparing you meals according to your cravings. You saw him hold Haibara for the first time, hazel eyes ever the softest. You saw him sleep with your baby the first few weeks to ensure you had enough rest.

You watched as he got up earlier and earlier each morning, some of them even going as far as to forget to kiss you goodbye. You saw him arrive later and later, claiming he was “too tired” to eat with you, “too busy” to see your son.

You saw all of this in a span of just a few seconds. You saw all the love, the regret, the hurt, the pain, the happiness and desire, all of it. You saw the life you had carved together, the house decorated to your and his liking, the way it just felt like home, and lately felt like anything but.

Nanami left the bed and knelt before you, eyes still watery.

“I’m so sorry,” he started. “I’ve been a neglectful husband. I’ve been taking you and our son for granted.” Slowly, he took your hands in his. You allow him, having missed his warmth, his comfort. “Will you forgive me?”

That was the question.

Would you?

Could you?

“You don’t have to answer me right now,” he shook his head, thumbs circling your palms affectionately. “You can take all the time you want. You can think about it, make me suffer all you want - hell, I deserve it, after all that I put you through. Just… think about it. Please. Even if you never forgive me, just know that I am so, so sorry for all the suffering I caused you. I’ve been such a terrible husband…”

HIs cries don’t seem to subside, and he lays his head on top of your hands.

It breaks you to see your husband like this. No matter how much you were hurting, no matter how much you missed him and his absence broke you inside, you never wanted to see him hurting.

Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, caressing it softly, massaging his scalp like you always did during lazy Saturday mornings, when he’s clingy and needy after having worshiped your body thoroughly, or during Sunday afternoons, when you watched your son play with his toys in the garden.

Nanami’s shoulders sagged, and he rested his head fully on your legs.

You think about what he said.

Forgiveness.

Could you ever forgive you husband after all the pain he’s caused?

After the late nights spent with dread, fearing the worst, after the early mornings devoid of any affection and love, after the distant weekends and inexistent holidays?

But even as you thought this over, your heart had already decided for you.

You’d walk to the end of the earth for Nanami Kento. And you were sure he’d do the same.

Delicate hands are placed on the sides of his face, and your husband looked up, a pained expression in his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping that somehow, someway, these three little words would convey just how deep your adoration for this man goes. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Kento.”

His chocolate brown eyes seem to sparkle, and he holds his head higher.

“What?”

“I love you. We can fix this. I know we can.”

“Yes - [Y/N], yes. We can. I can. I will. I promise you.” Kento placed his hands on top of yours, holding them gently. After all, he’s holding the entire world in his hands.

And although you just want to skip to the good part, you shake your head, interrupting him before he can get too excited.

“But,” you began, “You need to change. This needs to change, Kento. I… I can’t raise a child on my own. I can’t nurture a home all by myself.”

“Yes - yes, you’re right. My love, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t ask you to give up Jujutsu Sorcery.”

At this, he seems to tense a bit. You knew how important your husband’s job was to him. After all, he was keeping people safe, making the world a better place. It was terrifying, but it made him happy, and that’s all you could ask for.

“Just… Be more careful.” These words are uttered with the utmost softness, in fear of breaking the little trance you were in. “You have a wife waiting at home for you. A son. Your family needs you. And I know you’re making a difference out there, but we also need you here. With us.”

“And if some day, you do end up working overtime, just… Please say something. Just to let me know. I don’t want to know your whereabouts all the time, I don’t want to control you. I just need to know you’re safe.”

Nanami nodded. Eagerly. It was as if you’d just told him you would gift him his weight in gold three times. In fact, you’d given him something better than that. Your love. Your forgiveness. To Nanami, getting you back, winning your trust again, that’s what truly mattered.

“Thank you.” He kissed your hands. “I will. I promise, I’ll change. I’ll be a better husband for you, and a better father to Haibara. My love… My sweet wife, the love of my life… I can’t believe I took you for granted. I was so worried about failing you, I forgot what was truly important. My family.”

“Kento,” you said, shaking your head. Your eyes filled with tears once again. “You have never disappointed us. You will never fail us.”

“If I didn’t work hard enough to clear the world of curses, I would. If I don’t make a difference, I’m letting you two down. I want to protect you. I don’t want to lose you like I lost…” Nanami was unable to finish his sentence. You knew he still felt responsible for the death of his friend. Too responsible. When you suggested naming your son after his best friend, he’d choked up and cried. It is a beautiful tribute, he’d tell you later. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nonsense.” You spread your legs and pulled him by his face. Nanami quickly got the hint and stood in between them, facing you directly. “You are making a difference, Nanami Kento. You’re making the world a better place. Haibara and I are so proud of you.”

Nanami wept, and you wept with him. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you cried together, not sure of where his tears ended and yours began. You closed your eyes, hands still on his cheeks.

“I’ve been such a terrible husband. Such a terrible father.”

“It will get better. Promise me you will be better.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past now, Kento. Let’s focus on the future. Please.”

“I’ll make it better. Cross my heart, [Y/N], I will. I’ll start right damn now, by doing something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Nanami took your chin in his hand, angling you towards him. Then, he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You let out a noise of contentment and kissed him back, hands pulling his face impossibly closer. It’d been a while since he’d touched you, let alone kissed you. You missed this. You missed him.

You kissed him with the hunger of a starved woman, and he kissed you with all the regret he had. You poured all your sorrow into this kiss, while he tried to communicate just how much he loved you. Your tongues moved in sync, and the kiss felt like home.

When you eventually parted for air, Nanami opened his eyes, taking you in. Eyes red from the tears, cheeks puffy, lips plump and swollen. He hated seeing you in pain but thought himself deserving of torture for making you suffer this much.

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing your lips again, this time quicker.

“I missed you too,” you replied with what looked like a hint of a smile. You hadn’t smiled in a while. Nanami knew this and chastised himself mentally. Never again would you suffer like him. And never again would he be the cause of your pain.

“I’m taking the rest of the week off,” he mumbled, staring into your eyes. He’d almost forgotten how they had the loveliest of colours. In fact, they’d become his favourite shade. Waking up to those gorgeous eyes of yours had once been his greatest joy in life. He would make sure to make it a priority once again. “Damn it, I’ll take the whole month off. We’ll spend some time together. Just you, me, and Haibara. How does that sound?”

You giggled. And how lovely was the sound of your laughter.

“That sounds perfect. I’d love that very much. I think Haibara would too.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. He’s been missing you too much. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to spend some time with Papa.”

“Well, I am ecstatic to spend some time with my little one. And my beautiful wife as well.” This one earned a bigger smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his with vigour.

Nanami chuckled against your lips, and parted from you, getting up and extending his hand towards you. When you cast him a confused look, he nudged his head towards the en-suite bathroom.

“I need to wash the day off me. Will you join me? Please?”

And how could you refuse when he asked you so nicely?

The bath was by far the most relaxing time you’d had the past few months. You sat with your back against Nanami’s chest, and felt the tension leave your body as he lovingly massaged your shoulders and back, placing kisses along the line of your neck.

You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and putting his hair up in all sorts of weird shapes, earning a few smiles from him.

You kissed him with slow languid kisses, caressing his jaw, shedding a few tears of happiness, sadness, sorrow. He replied tenfold, whispering words of adoration against your lips.

It wasn’t sexual or lustful.

It was caring, slow, loving. It was a man showering his life with love, showing her he cared, showing her he loved and cherished her, and would never again take her for granted.

Once you two had rinsed off and dried yourselves with towels, Nanami gently applied body lotion in your body, kissing the spots he’d covered in hydrating cream.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled against his skin.

He carried you to bed, lying you down and scooting over to you. How you’d missed being held by the man you loved. How you’d missed his weight next to yours, his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You turned to him, nuzzling his torso with your nose, placing your hand on top of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and relished in it. It meant he was alive. He wasn’t dead in some ditch, all alone and away from his family. He was right there next to you, safe and sound.

“I’m sorry for getting lost.” You heard Nanami whisper a few moments later, when the world is quiet and dark, when you two were the only souls still awake.

“You’re back now. You came back to us. Thank you for coming back.” You kissed his pectoral, and he kissed your forehead. An exchange.

“I won’t get lost again. I promise. Not as long as I have you to guide me. You’re my light, [Y/N]. My guiding light. You and Haibara. I love you two so, so much. I would do anything for you. My family.”

“We love you too. We’re so glad you’re back.”

“And I’m here to stay. I really am. Tomorrow’s going to be all about you two, I promise. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry I said Haibara wouldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired. I know that’s not really an excuse, but I promise to make up for that behaviour.”

This is what you loved most about your husband. He was down to earth. He recognised his flaws and worked on them. Whenever he made a mistake, he made sure to apologize for it. Your arguments in the past (although small and dumb compared to today) had never gone unresolved, with calmness and willingness to listen from both parties. You could count on your husband to be the respectful diplomat.

You looked up at him. He had his brows furrowed, the way he always did when he was thinking, the way you’d seen your son do once or twice. He was the spitting image of his father.

“I know,” you said, caressing his jaw. “I’m sorry too. For yelling. For saying all those things. Saying you didn’t care about us. I know you do. You’ve been busy, but –“

“No.” Nanami interrupted you. “Don’t that. Don’t say it’s not my fault. I appreciate your apology, and I understand what you mean. But you were right. I mean, I do care. You know I do. But I lost sight of what truly mattered.” The cadence of his voice soothed you, and your eyes got heavier as each second went by.

“I was actually going to say, ‘You’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse to brush off your family’. Oh no, Mister, you aren’t getting off the hook so easily.”

Nanami chuckled and kissed your forehead once again.

“You’d never let me, I know.”

A few silent moments went by, with only the sounds of your and Nanami’s soft breathings signalling your presence.

“[Y/N]?” It was quietly ushered, and you’d miss it if you weren’t so connected to this man.

“Yeah?” you replied, just as quietly. It was such a fragile moment. Better not to speak too loudly in order not to break it.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

He heard the smile in your voice, and it made him smile too.

“You’re the love of my life.”

“You’re the love of my life as well.”

More silence.

Followed by your husband, again.

“I love our family.”

“I love our family too.”

You snuggled closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating. Musky and manly, and it made you swoon every time. Great choice in body wash – a choice made by you.

“Are you smelling me?” Nanami chuckled, his eyes too closing.

“You smell really good.” Now you were the mumbling one. Nanami had to work really hard to understand what you were saying.

Perhaps the night had run its course.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on top of your head.

“Night night, ‘Nami…”

You fell asleep in your husband’s arms with a content smile, and a full heart, and Nanami refused to let you go.

He’d lost focus, been to hell and back, too afraid to let his family down.

But as he held half of his world in his arms (and lovingly thought about the other half, comfortably tucked in his crib), Nanami felt blessed. He’d gotten incredibly lucky, with an amazing woman who loved him for who he was and always made sure to remind him of that, and a son who inspired him to be a better man every day that went by.

As he thought about how wonderful his life was, Nanami smiled.

You and Haibara, his guiding lights.

He would never get lost again.

A/N: That's it! Whew!!! Well, once again, I really hope you guys liked it! I loved writing it - Nanami and angst might be my favourite combination, hahaha. Or anyone and angst. I just really like the feels. Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day!

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JJK bf's take care of you when you're sick

₊˚ପ⊹ N.Kento & S.Gojo

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1.1k

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N.Kento:

The moment your throat so much as tickles, Nanami does his damndest to get you back to your usual self. It feels strangely paternal how attentive he becomes, not allowing you to lift a finger for yourself.

You first notice that you woke up sweating, your throat dry, and your eyes heavy. You check to see you still have another 3 hours before work but God you need some water. It’s all you can think about and you stumble into the kitchen, filling a glass. You drain the cup of its lukewarm water clearing your throat repeatedly as you notice it doesn’t go away. You fill it up twice. Then thrice. You begin to panic, realizing you feel freezing cold and boiling hot all at once.

“Baby? Where’d you go? Come back to bed sweetheart.” He stumbles out, entering the threshold of the kitchen. You hate the fact you are trying to blink back tears, you always become such a baby when you get sick. “What’s wrong doll?” he asks you, pulling you into his bare chest. You babble out that you don’t feel good and his big hand goes to check your temperature. His cool palm feels good against your burning forehead and you can almost make out the concern in his eyes. He clasps his hands in yours and walks you into your shared bathroom, helping you down on the toilet seat before rummaging in the medicine cabinet. He pulls out the thermometer and you stick your tongue up for him to place it under. While you two wait he strokes your hair wordlessly. You can tell he is barely awake, eyes squinting and his hand in your hair forgetting to move.

The thermometer beeps and he pulls it out from under your tongue. He puts the results up close to his eyes, forgetting his glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t tell you the number because he knows it will only make you upset. “Looks like we’re gonna spend the day at home.”

The two of you call out of your respective jobs and Nanami gets to work. He draws you a warm bath with lavender soaking salts, helping you strip from your night clothes. You sniffle and you hardly notice the fact you are giving him pathetic puppy eyes once your shirt comes off. He clicks his tongue at you, telling you that you have nothing to worry about. “I’m here,” he reassures you.

While you soak he sets up the couch for you with a pillow and blanket. When you're out and after he assists you in putting on clean clothes and fuzzy socks he already has your breakfast on your lap. “Do you need me to feed you too?” he teases, squeezing the plump skin of your cheek. He puts on your favorite show and rushes to get you a pain reliever and vitamin c gummies. He makes sure to sit on the couch with you so you don’t become lonely but is quick to get up when you need a cold cloth against your face. While you nap he runs a few errands, grabbing your favorite sport drinks for extra hydration and the soup from your favorite place. He spends the rest of the day with you, tending to your every need. Nanami refuses to entertain you when you babble about how guilty you feel that he is taking care of you. “Focus on getting better and I’ll focus on making you better,” he promises.

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S.Gojo:

Gojo knows that he can’t take away your cold, but he will make sure your high-strung personality doesn’t get in the way of you getting better.

He can’t take you seriously when you throw your head back and groan. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you got news the world was ending. You went to the doctor for your yearly check up when they discovered a fever and swollen lymph nodes. You were shocked, you felt completely fine. That was until you woke up the next day with the worst sore throat of your life, paired with a perfectly obnoxious cough. When Gojo called you that morning you made a huge deal about it, telling him not to come over and to cancel your plans for the rest of the week. He mentioned dropping off some cough syrup and you frantically told him to skip it. You would be fine! He just had to stay away. You would die if you got your boyfriend sick.

At around 6pm, the white-haired sorcerer was at your door carrying a grocery bag of goodies for you. You groaned, exasperated that he showed up. You were fine! It was him who needed to stay away. He flashed his teeth at your reaction, pushing past you and setting out the supplies he got you on your coffee table. “I got you the cherry flavored cough drops, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t sure what you would like.” You made sure to thank him before feebly attempting to kick him out. He crossed his arms at you, eyebrow raising, “Or what bunny?” You throw your hands up and sit down on your couch in a huff. The abrupt action causes you to break out in a coughing fit and Gojo rolls his eyes. He unwraps a cough drop and once your coughing fit calms he pushes the red menthol past your lips. You start to speak up before his finger hovers over your mouth, “Quiet,” he commands. If you felt even an ounce better you would have rolled your eyes, but instead you obeyed. He began moving the couch pillows down to one end before sitting down, leaning against them. He pulled you close into his arms and laid your head against his chest. Grabbing the remote, he turns up the volume of the movie you had playing and sits there in silence with you. You two hadn’t been dating for very long and it was odd to be quiet with him. Your relationship was founded on the chaos you two thrived on. But here the two of you were, dead silent with his slender fingers rubbing soothing circles on your skin. You grew incredibly sleepy from soaking in his warmth, the dialogue in the movie turning into radio static in your mind. Satoru’s chest was moving you up and down to the rhythm of his breathing and his left hand was tangled in your hair, massaging your scalp. You were probably drooling from how relaxing it was but you couldn’t muster the strength to bring your hand up to wipe it. “Just rest,” his voice broke out from your fading thoughts, “Satoru’s got you,” if you were any more conscious you could have heard the smirk that his words broke through.

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in a world full of boys, he's a gentleman

ft. nanami kento x fem!reader

— in which kento unintentionally proves how much of a husband material he is.

content warnings: fluff, smut, light angst, suggestive, making out, nanami kento being a certified hubby, fiancée!kento, weddings, mentions/implied slut-shaming, reader has horrible relatives, reader is described to be non-traditional, riding, p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, curses still exist but nobody dies (yay!) and geto is mentally fine and a teacher at jujutsu tech <33, im so in love with him, some can be considered bare minimum and subtle but idc if he does it he's the standard, kento loves it when you're checking him out, just kento being a gentleman, kento is so in love with you, you you and you in his mind, reader is just as the same btw, corny ass vow (idk how to write one srry)

wc: 5591 (holy shit lol)

note: im!! so!! head!! over!! heels!!! with!! this!! man!! (it's really not that obvious, right?) he's so dreamy he deserves a lot of kissy kisses and a ticket to malaysia <33 also!! just realized this is my first piece for 2024 tehehe happy new year, everyone! 🎀🎆

best enjoyed with: slut! - taylor swift

that time when you both went out for a picnic

the sunset paints the sky with the most vibrant colors as you and kento bask in each other's presence and sit on a picnic blanket, surrounded by the quiet sways of the green grass, accompanied by some people who decided to hang out around the vicinity.

it's one of those days that kento is blessed by once in a blue moon break from being a jujutsu sorcerer. kendo's always grateful to have this kind of day because it would mean that his hands would spend their time stealing soft touches against your skin instead of fighting curses.

a faint clink can be heard when you and kento toast your glasses together, half filled with your favorite champagne. it's a tad bit sweet to kento's liking as he is not good with sweets, but he opted to bring it to your picnic instead of his favorite whiskey because he knows you love it.

kento watches you put your lips on the champagne flute and drink your sweet alcohol with glee. he takes a small sip from his as he stares at you with admiration.

satisfied with your drink, you set it aside on your coaster as you lean your head on kento's shoulders. "such a lovely day, isn't it?" you say while you close your eyes, soaking in the remaining rays of the sunshine before it sleeps, allowing the night to take over the sky.

kento hums in approval as he puts his free hand on your head, giving it gentle and loving pats as he rests his head against yours, but not before giving you a quick peck. "we should do this more often,"

"i agree; you should ditch gojo more and spend more time with me," you joked, and you heard your fiancée chuckle, "that wouldn't be so professional of me, darling," it's your turn to let out a chuckle.

"it's gojo; being professional is already out of the window."

"you're right, maybe i should," kento jested back.

the two of you just sat in comfortable silence until a slightly strong gust of wind blew in your direction. caught by the shock of it all, you close your eyes and hold your sundress down to avoid flashing the strangers. but before you could even do it, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

kento had covered you, so any speck of dust blown by the wind wouldn't be able to get into your eyes. your sundress is also held down by his knees between your legs. when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by your fiancée's face close to yours, assessing you. you suddenly feel your stomach tumble and fill with butterflies.

"are you okay? didn't get anything in your eyes?" he says gently, eyes observing you with worry. you give him a slight nod, "mhm, i'm fine kento, how about you?" kento answered with a hum as he tried to fix your dress and some parts of the picnic blanket that was slightly blown away by the wind.

"i think that's the cue for us to pack up, or do you want to stay for a while?" kento asks you while he starts to pack up some of your stuff into the picnic bag. "we should stay until the sun completely sets, it's a shame to leave while the sky looks pretty."

kento nods and finishes packing before he sits beside you, looking at the view. he then makes your head lean on his shoulders once again, his hands caressing the top of your head. "yeah, i agree, the sky looks pretty." he states.

he feels you nod and continues, "but you're prettier to look at," he says as he looks down at you and to his surprise, he meets your eyes on him. "i could say the same to you, kento," you say before capturing his lips against yours.

kento smiles on your lips before reciprocating your gesture, slightly tasting the remnants of your sweet champagne earlier.

and at that moment, he thought, it doesn't matter if his tongue tasted something so sweet, as long as it's from your lips.

that time when you went christmas shopping

the mall filled with bustling crowds is not a perfect way to spend time with your fiancée. but when this is the only time your schedules align to go for a last-minute shopping to buy gifts for your loved ones, you don't really have a choice.

kento especially noticed how much you were on edge today despite being excited to buy gifts for everyone especially his mentees. you weren't the type to enjoy a busy crowd, so he knows how to elevate your stress.

store after store, he gave you every opinion he had (that you asked for) ever so gently and thoroughly but not too much to overwhelm you since you're technically a ticking time bomb now. kento was attentive at every store you went to and immediately picked out gifts you thought were best to give. he stood up in the busy and long line as he let you sit on the lounge chair present in the store.

by the time you're done shopping, he carries all the bags and refuses to give you any (even the small ones). and when you insist, he gives you an offended look, telling you he can manage.

while you're walking to leave the mall, your stares don't go unnoticed by your fiancée as he sees you mindlessly gawking at his arms that flex every time he has to fix the bags while walking.

and that makes carrying your shopping bags even more worth it to him.

that time when you got drunk at a new year's party

gojo has set a new year's party that includes everyone in jujutsu tech in one of his vacation homes in japan. it was supposed to be a reasonably small party but this is gojo satoru we're talking about; he's going to be extra about anything and everything.

the party is semi-formal and requires everyone to dress up nicely. kento does not enjoy parties, but seeing you dress up in a pretty dress that enhances your assets makes him think that attending this event has benefits too.

the party wasn't uneventful per se, but despite the semi-formal wear that everyone was rocking, the event itself was casual. the house was filled with laughter and noise, mainly from the students and everyone else sharing stories and conversing. an hour or two into the party, you and kento decided to part ways as you go on your way to interact with gojo, geto, and shoko.

kento trusted you enough to be alone with them so he opted to talk with some of his colleagues whose presence calms him (obviously not gojo). he spent his time talking with higuruma, sharing ideals and mundane stuff they both enjoyed doing. it was a calming conversation for both men, who wanted peace and tranquility.

"there's this store that sells rare vintage vinyl; i think you'll love to shop there," higuruma suggests as they talk about collecting vinyl, a hobby they share. kento was about to reply, but even before he opened his mouth, he heard a very loud—

"nanamin!" which made both men turn their heads in the direction where the sound came from.

the voice no doubt belonged to itadori, his face painted with concern as he rushed to kento's area. "what is it itadori?" he asked the young man the moment he arrived while panting.

"your wife! she's—" before itadori can even finish his sentence, kento's already sprinting to where you are, itadori following suit.

kento doesn't need to know what he needs to say; the worry on itadori's face, accompanied by your name, is enough for him to look for you.

turns out you're drunk of your mind.

when kento arrives in gojo's kitchen, it's just you and him having a very drunk and heated argument about whether cereal or milk comes first.

"no! that's so stupid, cereal should come first, think about it you stupid idiot, if you pour milk first, you'll miss the chance to fill the bowl with so much cereal!" your fiancée sees you standing on gojo's kitchen island alongside him, slurring your words as you sway the glass of wine in the air, threateningly spilling as you keep on moving.

gojo scoffs at your argument, "maybe t'was the point! it's all about ratio, how else can you enjoy cereal when there's too much cereal and little room for milk!" he barks back, holding a—

is that a massive cup of sunrise tequila? no wonder he got so drunk, kento thought as he sighed.

"there's no such thing as ratio for you, gojo! you're the same person who adds too much pineapple on pizza that it becomes disgusting!" you shouted at gojo's face as you continuously pointed at his chest with your index finger.

across the kitchen island stood geto and shoko with unamused faces, looking like they were just waiting for everything to die down on its own. kento sighs and asks them, "did they have an alcohol-drinking battle again?" and all they reply is a solid nod.

"gojo got too competitive and drank that sweet poison, which led to this... argument," shoko adds, looking at both you and gojo incredulously. "they immediately started gulping down the alcoholic drinks right after midnight," geto said, a chuckle threatening to leave his lips.

"please help me break them up," your fiancée kindly pleads to geto and shoko. they immediately showed empathy to their former junior and decided to hold gojo back together while kento held onto you.

it took almost half an hour to break you and gojo apart, not to mention the commotion and your silly drunk discussions that blew out of proportion because the both of you are just so passionate and no one would back down without a fight. after successfully separating the two of you, kento immediately guided you away from the party and to your car, not without leaving shy goodbyes to the people he would face along the way.

the drive back home was thankfully not chaotic, but it was definitely filled with your drunken chatter as you slur words kento can barely make out.

getting you to your shared home was relatively easy; you were patient enough to let kento walk you off to the front door and remove your heels before gently placing you on the couch.

he was about to let go and grab some water until you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to your face; kento felt his heart race. "hey there," you whispered against his lips, distance threateningly close.

kento could smell the alcohol on your breath, probably a mixture of beer, wine, and then some. still, he couldn't bring himself to care when he knew your lips would probably taste slightly sweet. "have you ever been this handsome, kento?" you ask, your voice dripping honey despite being out of your mind, trapped in your own drunken bubble.

"maybe that's just the alcohol's doing, darling," he jokes.

"no no, i think i already saw this face years ago."

"really?"

"really. you look even more handsome now, you should give me a kiss," you say as you pucker your lips, slowly leaning towards his.

kento couldn't even say no even if he didn't want to (not that he will ever not want to kiss you). he decides to give you a swift peck just to entertain your shenanigans, but when he is about to let go, you deepen your kiss, tightening your wrap on his neck, forcing him to lean forward and straddle you with one of his thighs digging on the couch.

he can taste the red wine you had recently drunk, and he's confident he can get drunk with your lips alone. kento's mind went hazy as he moved against your lips languidly, letting himself drown in your kiss. he wanted this to last longer, even take it further, but alas, kento has always been a man of self-control, so he lets go of you, not before giving you one last kiss on the forehead before heading to the kitchen.

the whole night, kento tends to your every need that you couldn't do. he had prepared you a warm bath, removed your makeup, and did your skincare for you that he knows at the back of his hand. he had lathered you up with your favorite lotion, dried your hair (not without a fight since your drunk self found the hair dryer too loud), and kissed you good night before tucking you to bed, leaving a pack of aspirin and a water bottle on your nightstand before sleeping.

the morning after, you woke up to the smell of your favorite soup and your fiancée insisting on feeding you even though you told him you could manage.

you make sure to pay him back really well that same day.

that time when you attended a family reunion

it's always this dreaded day you always wanted to avoid but couldn't.

you would rather stay home with kento rather than attend a gathering that will just piss you off, but your mom had pleaded with you to come— "so that they won't gossip about you," she said.

you know that's a lie; whether or not you attend, they'll always find a way to talk about you anyway; there's no winning. but since you wouldn't want to let your mother down, you suck it up and prepare for it regardless.

what makes you nervous is that this is the first time Kento has come along— or more like you let him come along.

you had heard complaints from your relatives about not meeting kento when he was still your boyfriend, and now that you're engaged, you should've at least let them meet him. you begrudgingly agreed, but it doesn't mean you're not nervous.

your relatives have been annoying throughout your life, always meddling with things they shouldn't even care about.

it always started with asking about your weight change, school activities, grades, chosen course, and relationships, not to mention the ever-so "you should do better" undertone in all aspects of your life. and for some reason, always making you feel small is included in their mandatory list to piss you off.

you know that once you let them meet your now fiancée, they would bombard him with questions and annoy you and him for the rest of the day. you only keep up with the tradition because your mother is too kind to tell them off, laughing awkwardly when they berate you and always giving you a silent apology through her eyes.

it wasn't her fault; you just wish she'd shut them off.

kento had noticed your change of behavior ever since this morning while preparing in your home. you had been silent and spacing out, only replying when he had finally snapped you out of your daze. he doesn't know what the deal was with your relatives, but all he knows is that your mood drastically changes whenever they're involved in the conversation, and that's enough for him to tell you that they're not really good news.

"are you sure you want to go, honey? we can always drive back home," kento said with worry, cutting through the thick tension in the car. "it's fine; I can handle it; we're almost there anyway. it would be a waste if we turn around," you tell him with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

Kento replied with a small smile, taking your hand to his face and kissing your knuckles, "just know that i'll always be there, alright?"

you nod, feeling slightly relieved, before looking out the window to drink in the scenery as you pass by.

it turns out you can't handle it.

you thought your relatives would be a little tamer because you have someone over, but you were totally wrong.

ever since you both arrived, your aunties had surrounded kento and bombarded him with questions. from his age, degree, university he graduated from, where you met, wedding date, monthly income (which is incredibly embarrassing), to how many children he plans to have.

most of it wasn't a problem, but your blood boiled the moment they asked about what he saw from you.

this would've been such a sentimental moment if it weren't for your auntie's sarcastic tone, as if the question was meant to belittle you, to make you feel like you're not worthy of him.

when kento was about to open his mouth just to pour out how much he loves you and how he's lucky to have you, one of your aunties butt in with their loud mouth.

"well, she isn't really a traditional partner isn't she?" she said, a smug smile forming on her ugly and wrinkly face. "yeah, i mean, i assume with a fine man like you wouldn't be attracted to someone like her," another one added.

kento clenches his fists as he felt fury fire inside of him. how dare they think about you like this and talk about you like this, like you weren't just in front of him, seething in pain and anger.

he was about to give a proper and calm response when your uncle had spoken, "besides, she dresses like a... you know," then an ugly cackle. "a what?" your auntie had joined, taunting him to say the word.

"oh, you know, like a sl-"

that was the final nail in the coffin. his words are cut off when kento angrily smashes both palms on the table, seemingly angry, forming an angry red aura you have never seen. "i've had enough," he started, while all eyes are on him, including yours.

"i will not allow any single one of you to disrespect my wife any longer. i will not tolerate your old and immature ways of talking about her. i've been patient enough, but this bullshit is something I will not allow," kento's vulgar choice of words has made everyone's eyes at the table grow wide, shocked.

"i would say this respectfully, but you guys weren't to my wife either, so please, i'll say this once," he inhales, trying to calm himself down.

"fuck off," kento declares before taking your hand and exiting the venue.

during the walk to the car, he had been slowly calming himself down. once you reach it, kento holds your face gently, "i'm sorry for the outburst there; i just couldn't stand them disrespecting you any longer, so I had to." he says before putting a gentle yet quite long kiss on your forehead.

once he lets go, he sees your face. your eyes had been filled with tears, and it broke his heart. "that's fine, i've been wanting to tell them to fuck off for years anyway. if anything, i should thank you," a smile spread through kento's face before opening the car door to let you in.

once the both of you are finally settled in your seat, you ask, "by the way, I just noticed you called me your wife; what was that all about?" you ask him out of curiosity. he knows you're happy about that based on how happy your voice sounded when you asked him.

"i'm just so sure you'll end up with that title anyway, unless you're having cold feet?"

"oh god, no! i'm just touched, 's all," you shrugged as you settled in your seat, a smile stretched across your face.

kento chuckles and leans forward to kiss your cheek before starting the engine and driving off.

your mom visited you and kento later that week, saying she was happy she was finally not invited to the next reunion. she then made you your favorite dishes as an apology for that day.

you don't mind what gossip they would come up with next, not when you have the kind of man kento is.

their little toxic gossip train had nothing compared to the love that kento gives you every single day anyway.

that time when you asked him to be rough

the night is still young and cold but kento does know how to make it hot.

his hands fumble the plush ass as you keep on taking his cock, sloppily riding him as you let your hips and thighs do the work. your cunt meticulously takes all of him, molding your walls just like it was made for him. "hah, faster darling, please," kento pleads, voice broken and desperate for release.

his calloused hands caress your body gently like you are someone sacred, a figure that shouldn't be harshly touched or you'll be condemned, the same hands that used to exorcise and kill curses without a single thought. and yet with you, he carefully carries them lightly, holding onto your waist, not too tight enough to leave you in pain.

you feel your stomach tie into a knot, slowly feeling yourself come to a climax, "shit, kento, you're so big, mngh, make me feel so full," you say through gritted teeth, further speeding up your pace. the sound of your thighs slamming against his echoes through your bedroom, accompanied by your ragged breaths and kento's broken moans of pleasure.

your fiancée's hands then find their place back on your ass, squeezing it tight, but not too much, guiding you to bounce on his cock more as he feels himself closer. "s'good for me, yeah? taking me like a good girl?" kento looks at your eyes lovingly, his brown orbs touching your soul. you nod, not finding the words to say, mind too hazy to answer as you keep on taking his dick, taking him in like you always do.

"yes, oh god, yes, kento— please, inside— me," were the only words you managed to let out as your movements kept on getting sloppier and sloppier each moment passed by. he knew what it meant, and who he to deny such a polite request?

kento let himself release inside of you with a groan, making sure every drop of his cum is given to you.

your pants envelope the room as you both try and catch your breaths— then a beat of silence.

you take kento's face in the palm of your hands and caress his cheek, "you know, i sometimes wish you could be rough," you say as you observe his sexed stupor, "i occasionally get rough on you, don't i?" he asks, eyebrows raised with confusion.

"no, like i mean, rough rough," you emphasize, "you're always so gentle. you don't think i can handle you?" faux sadness evident in your voice, one that your fiancée can never say no to, not when you're asking this nicely. "oh darling, i'm sorry, i will do it next time," he coos, fixing the loose strands on your hair by tucking them behind your ear.

"we can do it now?" you suggest, making the corner of kento's lips perk up, "oh? you sure you can handle it?"

"i know i can handle it," you say as your voice rang with confidence.

you knew kento had it in him to be rough, but good god, you never expected him to be this good.

he had given you a more than good fucking, which leads you drooling on your sheets, with your back arched, ass up, and your hands held behind by kento as he drills his cock into your sopping cunt. his hands left prints on your ass and thighs, which left a delicious burn on your skin. "want to take my babies, don't you?" kento says as his hips meet your asscheeks.

"mnghh, yes, daddy! full— 'f your babies!" that was enough for him to unload himself inside of you, burying himself deeper to make sure you'll take all of it before he pulls out.

you were about to sit up, panting, when you felt kento's large hands wrap around your neck from behind, squeezing it while the other was pulling your hair.

"who said i was done with you, pretty?" the deep timbre of his voice went straight to your pussy.

this side of your fiancée is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

the following day, though, you were treated again like a queen, a bath ready for you by the time you woke up, surrounded with fresh flower petals that he had taken the time to buy from your nearest flower shop, and your favorite candle burning alongside your bath products. kento also insisted on giving you a full body massage to ease any tension and muscle ache.

you asked for it anyway, but you also don't mind this kind of treatment from him every now and then.

that time when you had a cold

you woke up feeling like absolute shit.

you don't know when or why it happened; it just did.

your head was throbbing the moment you opened your eyes, squinting at the sun rays that peeked through your windows. your body felt heavier than usual, and your shoulders felt sore. kento had taken notice of this as soon as he woke up, tending to your every need.

it pains your fiancée to see you in such a state, voice hoarse, your sniffles meet with a crumpled-up tissue near your nightstand, a mucus-filled cough every now and then, and an occasional "my throat hurts" whenever you speak. you had begged him to bring you some slightly cold water along with your food because lukewarm water doesn't hit just the same. but being the ever-responsible adult that kento is, he says no, leaving you sulking as you begrudgingly eat your food with a frown.

taking your medicine, though, is a different kind of task.

you stall every single time, finding it hard (or hating) to swallow the pills. even more so if he gave you water with a dissolved effervescent tablet, claiming it's too gross to drink, even if it doesn't really have any flavor. whenever you're sick, this is always the obstacle he has to face.

"please give me some juice or candy kento; it'll help when i drink the medicine," you begged, adding a touch of cooing pleases to make him say yes.

"i think the sweets you ate are what led you this way, darling," he says, which practically means no.

a pattern he noticed is that whenever you eat too much salt or sweets without drinking the right amount of water, it always leads to you getting this sick. "it'll just be a little sip, please? baby?" you had finally hit a new low, busting out the occasional nickname when you need something from him.

"you're a big girl, honey; you can drink this. here, i'll cover your nose for you," at this point, you just let him do it; there's no way you'll be able to convince him. you reluctantly nod and decide to drink the medicine instead.

kento pinched the sides of your nose together, effectively covering the smell, or lack thereof (he doesn't even know why he covers your nose, he just knows you'll take it if you don't smell anything). your face scrunched as your tastebuds are met with an unfamiliar and unwelcome taste, but you drink it anyway, your throat desperately chugging it so you can be done with it right away.

once you felt that you had finally consumed all of the medicine, you immediately let go of kento's hold on your nose, quickly reaching out to the glass of lukewarm water on your nightstand. after you drink enough to allow the aftertaste of the medicine to go, you place it back and let yourself lie in bed.

"i'll prepare you dinner, and i'll be back, alright?" kento takes away your glasses and places them on the tray he had brought them with. he was about to leave the room when he felt you tugging on his shirt "hm? do you need something?"

you shake your head, "no, just... thank you,"

a small smile spread on his face, your fiancée takes his free hand on your head and gently ruffles your hair, "this is nothing to thank about darling, i'm just doing my job," he bends down and gingerly places a long kiss on your forehead, "i love you, get some rest."

you nod, but not before giving him a small smile back.

that night after you had eaten your dinner and drank your medicine (albeit hesitantly), you spent the night with kento caging you in his firm, warm arms.

you feel yourself get better by then.

that time when you got married

when you walked down the aisle, kento looked at you like you had hung the stars for him. his eyes sparkle as he sees you wearing the gown you've been working on for months; even kento himself can't believe he's seeing an angel.

is this what heaven is? is this a dream? are you even real? how lucky is he to be with someone like you?

kento always believed you're out of his league, someone out of reach, and like the stars from the sky, the only way to capture your beauty is through his eyes. but he couldn't believe that the universe was on his side, fate working its way to make him yours, and he happily obliged.

cupid had shot him through the heart, and you stole it, and he can't even be mad at it. he'd happily give you all of him at the snap of your fingers. let himself be bare to you; let himself mesh with you. your soul, senses, beliefs, and love clouded onto him.

he consumes every single aspect of you within him, lovers stitched together by fate that no one can even cut.

kento sees himself becoming one with you, so he will never regret the time he got on his knees to present you with the prettiest ring he could ever find, but nothing can compare to the beauty you carry, not even this ring.

when you accept him with a delighted "yes," kento swears he's the luckiest man alive ever, blessed by your whole being.

so when you finally reach his side, everyone becomes a blur, his eyes focused on you the whole time, soaking in your beauty; he can't believe this is the face he's going to see every morning for the rest of his life.

"hey handsome, you look great," you say, holding kento's hand. "i could say the same to you, pretty," he replies, and he had to stop himself from kissing you right there and then.

and comes with the exchange of vows; kento feels slightly nervous but proud because he gets to declare his love for you in front of the people you both cherish most.

he clears his throat before opening up the letter in his hands and looks at you with such love and contentment.

"to the person who helped me see love in your form,

you've always painted colors on my blank canvas, and i cannot thank you enough. you shed light when i'm in my darkest days, have been with me through my stormy nights, and share my gloomy days.

you have been the compass to my lost soul, guiding me to the destination i know as love. you give harmony to my life as your laughter always brings music to my ears; your voice reminds me that you're here with me. you had composed the greatest symphony that sang its way to my heart, making me bare my soul, something that i will never regret," kento pauses, his voice croaked, words stuck in his throat as he tries to stop his tears from spilling. he fails to hear the audience coo in awe, focusing on you.

he continues, "loving you became my eternal pursuit, my garden whose roots are planted deeper than the sea where my endearment continues to blossom.

every step with you feels like a dance, one that i will not get tired of swaying my heart with. your hands had made a map of my body and soul, imprinted the images of love one couldn't see, and only i could feel.

and the only time i get to call something home, i stare into the deep abyss of your eyes and see myself tangled with you.

with you, i am willing to get even our souls intertwined, dancing through life as we face the uncertainty together, with love ink deep within my veins.

to my anchor, my only solace, the only anthem my heart will forever sing,

i hope the warmth of your arms will forever embrace me, even after death." the attempt to keep his tears falling fails, so does the audience, and so did you.

your eyes filled with tears, but one that's full of love. your heart feels so full that it's threatening to spill out of you. you love kento so much that it hurts; it aches to the core that someone could ever love you this much.

and you're forever thankful.

that day, your promises to each other are officially sealed with a kiss so intense and wedding bands that even evil couldn't break, that no trespassers shall get into and rip your bond away.

when kento's lips met yours, it was soft, it was warm, it was sweet, it was comforting.

finally, your husband thinks.

that day sealed the chapter to your newfound forever.

another note: i'm not so proud of the vows i made but i hope it captured kento enough lol srry 😭

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shinyac0re · 12 days

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━━━ 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼

Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Yuji,Choso,Toji,Sukuna ━━━━━━

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 !

- Gojo

- Geto

- Nanami

- Yuji

- Toge

- Choso

- Toji

- Sukuna

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Spring cleaning

Nanami Kento is the perfect man. At least, he would be if he wasn't so hellbent on dragging you into his maddening cleaning routine. Luckily, he knows just how to get you on board. cw : tooth-rotting fluff ! a little suggestive if you squint

You used to be partial to spring, looking forward to the last days of March when the prospect of warmer days thawed the chilly remnants of winter. Then you met Kento, and spring was no longer associated with flowers in bloom and sunny days ahead. Ever since you moved in together, you started dreading the last two weeks of March.

Kento had a peculiar way of welcoming the new season and it involved a day of thorough and almost debilitating spring cleaning. The first time he told you about it, you waved off his detailed plan for the day as a joke. Now, years later, you still cower at the thought of the back-breaking, mind-numbing and, quite frankly, infuriating cleaning programme he puts together every year to test your patience.

You've tried everything to get out of it - faking an illness, 'inadvertently' scheduling a conflicting business trip, crying and grovelling at his feet - but nothing worked. So you've come to accept your fate and gave up on throwing a tantrum first thing in the morning when your alarm rang at 6 AM sharp on that dreaded day. Kento was already out of bed, probably gearing up for a long day of power raking the yard and getting off on it. You were almost tempted to snooze it but you knew he would just slither in your room and snatch you out of bed himself. So you steeled yourself to get up, get ready and get cleaning. Kento was waiting for you in the kitchen, brows furrowed and deep in thought as he went over the printed plan he'd stuck on the fridge. He barely acknowledges you when you croak out a hoarse 'good morning' and kiss his cheek, only humming and squeezing your waist in passing. A glance at the plan he perused was enough to send shivers down your spine : it involved raking, watering, trimming everything in the garden, followed by never-ending laundry and finally channelling Kento’s Marie Kondo obsession to sort through your closets and get rid of enough junk to appease his vendetta against unworn clothes.

Once you settle on your high chair in front of the marble countertop, Kento pushes a cup of coffee towards you, and when you wrinkle your nose at the uncharacteristically potent smell, he explains with a small smile, “Blond roast ristretto - you’re going to need it, darling ” before kissing your forehead and standing up to his full height in front of you.

You just stare at each other for a while - you sipping the sewer water he called a coffee, and him shooting you a sharp scrutinising glare that’d have you squirming the right way any other day. “You are usually quicker than this, almost feels like you’re stalling for time”, he observes with the slightest amused upwards twitch of his mouth. God why must a man this handsome be so insufferable. “Just savouring the exquisite coffee my darling husband made for me, is that wrong ?”, you retort, tone dripping with sarcasm that only makes his smile wider. You think you might just be able to charm and laugh your way out of this but he’s quick to pinch your nose to distract you and snatch your mug from your hands, fine blond brows quirked and rosy lips stretched in boyish mirth. He doesn’t have to reprimand you, you’re already raising your hands in defeat, mumbling in a tone nothing short of dejected, “Okay, okay – no need to get handsy, it’s not easy giving up on my freedom”. To drive your point home, you make a show out of slowly sliding off your high chair, hissing and groaning as you stretch your arms over your head and crack your knuckles right under Kento’s nose. “I’m not fit for these things, Kento - every time I move I feel my body cracking and all, I’m not made for physical labour”.

He listens intently, amusement shifting into mild concern as his hangdog gaze dart between your cup that he rinses off and the pathetic stretching routine you’re performing. Kento moves to dry his hands on a kitchen towel before cupping your cheeks. His amber eyes are so soft and he looks at you with a fondness so genuine, so poignant you’re sure he’s going to let you off the hook. You inch even closer to victory when he bends down to brush the tip of his nose against yours and ghost chaste kisses along your cheeks, your jaw, then your temples. He stays like that for a while, one hand at your nape brushing the delicate hair there, the other cradling your face and rubbing soothing circles against your heated skin.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers right into your ear, his voice smooth and comforting, then he’s back to peppering your temple and cheek with small pecks that make you melt against him. “It’s fine, I know you wouldn’t want to put me through that now that you see just how bad it’d be for me to — " “I’m sorry that you thought this would be a convincing performance”, he cuts you off, biting down on your earlobe, making you gasp at the unexpected nip of his sharp teeth against your sensitive skin.

He pulls back to appreciate how your pretty face contorts in fluster, then surprise, before twisting in an angry pout. You’re gnawing at your bottom lip, arms crossed over your chest, truly defeated this time and the shame of being played only adds to your growing irritation. “My petulant little thespian is at her wits’ end”, he taunts you in a singsong voice, his usually inflectionless baritone voice sounding uncharacteristically chipper. You stare at your feet with the vexed mortification of a child caught red-handed and Kento has to hook a finger under your chin for you to look him in the eyes.

“Do a good job cleaning today and I might just help you work out those aches that make you ‘unfit’, mmh ?”, he offers, the swift flicker of his gaze between your eyes and your lips sullying the apparent innocence of his offer. He doesn’t give you time to answer as he brushes past you, a smug smile playing on his lips, and you all but scurry out of the kitchen, hot on his heels and bursting with energy. Needless to say, the house is spotless by the end of the day, your assigned chores crossed off at record speed.

can you tell i love domestic kento

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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ dirty talk, choking, p n v, male and female receiving, mirror sex, fucking while high, smoking, degradation? cheating, black!reader,

ミ★ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 hello my lovely’s! I got this story Idea by listening to my husband 'aka abel 👹' and did his song lyrics as prompts, If you guys haven't heard of the songs yet I put the link to each song I got the lyric from! enjoy.

❝ 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 ! ❞ - 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕

₊˚ෆ 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 - 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆' - ( 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 )

𝒆𝒙!𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓u "f-fuckin' shit." how could you let this happen again?. you told yourself you would stop getting Involve with him but here you are. back against the bed, legs wrapped around his waist as he was balls deep Inside of you. thrust after thrust, grunts after grunts. you were getting dumb each second by how many times he's made you cum already.

you tried— and tried to get away from him but he would always come back, luring you In with his like magic. maybe It was cause his dick was that good or— you still loved him. "you like that huh?'." he chuckled looking down at his hand placement ontop of your stomach feeling his print In you, "balls deep Inside of you?." he hummed, pants leaving after his sentence as he kept fucking you. your mind was going blank each second not thinking straight, unwary nodding your head with a short whine "y-yes..fuck yes." you said softly hugging him close bringing your body close to his. satoru smirked, bringing his hands to your hips, sitting up straight untangling your legs from his waist to be placed on his shoulders looking down at you with dark eyes, tilting his head.

"so tell me you love me."

you heard his words, but you stayed silent. he already knew the truth, you still loved him but being the hard headed girl that you are made things difficult. he wanted you to say It. he wanted to hear you say It. again. satoru harden and quickened his pace seeing your eyes shoot wide with tears swelling getting Impatient with your silence , "tell." thrust. "me." thrust. "you." thrust "love." thrust "me." each time he hardened Inside you made you wanna scream from the overwhelming pleasure. your eyes were all watery, cheeks puffed as you tried to retrain yourself from saying It..but you could only handle so much..your screams of pleasure arise as you felt him dig deeper Inside of you. bursting the words out—

"f-fuck! I love you! G-God— I love you so much p-please! I love you, I love you..."

₊˚ෆ 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 - 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰,𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅’ ( 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆)

𝒆𝒙!𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 "look at yourself princess." his deep voice whispered In your ear, feeling a hand grip your jaw as It was force to look at the mirror In front of you. cock deep Into your cunt, fingers rubbing your clit as your eyes fluttered to stay open and look at yourself. eyes red, and droopy but moaning and whining feeling him thrust up Inside of you to keep you woke. toji smirked leaning down pecking your neck with his lips, trailing his hand up to your breasts rubbing a finger on your harden nipples feeling your shiver, "you look so pretty.." he whispered trailing his kisses up your shoulder, humming. "I..do?." you questioned with a soft but quiet voice, nodding his head In"the prettiest." he took his lips with yours, Instantly accepting him. you had gotten absolutely faded a few hours ago.

you had Invited toji over for a smoke session wanting to get stuff out your mind. It was all going good, laughing, smiling joking till you came up with an Idea. "crazy Idea..but a fun Idea." you trailed, giving the joint to toji who gladly accepted raising a brow. "go on." chuckling you leaned forward, "I know we're ex's and all but..why not fuck me while I'm faded?."— and he did. after you got to your limit, you were all over him forgetting where you were and who you were with. your lips with his felt like a perfect match as he groaned, helping you ride on his dick moaning softly Into his mouth gripping his hand. you kept your lips on his practically feeling a sweet taste from It, the pleasure was so much better while high.

you were In another world right now. not knowing It, that knot In your stomach started to form, mentally you thought you were going to pee but psychically you were hitting your orgasms. toji knew you were gonna cum by how tight you were getting, your sweet moans were getting muffled by his lips making him pull away from you. eyes drooping open leaning back In whining from the lost of connection, he chuckled In response leaning his head away, "I wanna hear you. let me hear your pretty moans baby." he wished and It came true, you did nothing but obey him letting your moans spill from your throat, high pitched but soft moans being heard In his ear made him want to cum himself but he wanted to give you your reward.

he kept thrusting and thrusting his grunt's combining with your moans, feeling your cum soon drip down his cock. you stuttered hard, eyes fighting to stay open but gave Into darkness going unconscious, toji grinned riding out your orgasm for you, before pulling out of you holding you close to him. soft breathes being heard,

"did so well for me."

₊˚ෆ 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 - 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑰𝒕, ( 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 & 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 )

𝒆𝒙!𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 "stop fucking lying to yourself." he grunted, pace going hard and deep trying to speak out a word to him but couldn't by the lack of air you were getting. nails gripping Into your thighs, keeping them up as he felt yourself get weak under him. he smirked at the stutter your body did for him, no matter how much of a fucking brat you were your body would always betray you. "face It brat. no matter how much you say no."

"your body wants It." he was right. everytime you denied him your body accepted, his touches, his kisses, his grabs. you could never win against him, you wanted to deny him but he was telling the whole true. he kept fucking you till he felt you squeeze around him, nails scratching Into his back, he felt himself slipping too. panting and grunting he kept going without a warning, he wanted to cum Inside you, he was gonna cum Inside you, but before he could he had to let you orgasm before him. he kept thrusting hard and deep, soon feeling your cum on his cock drip from your cunt to the bed sheets with a loud moan hugging him tight around your body. sukuna only kept going hitting his orgasm soon after you, nails digging Into your skin as he came Inside you with a deep growl, pushing his cum all the way In you hearing you bitch feeling him fill you up. no matter how much you say you hate him,—

your body will always deny that.

₊˚ෆ 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 - 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?' ( 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 )

𝒆𝒙!𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 "does he touch you here?." he whispered trailing his hands across your chest, shivering from his hand caressing over you nipples. "I shouldn't be doing this—." you cut off, wanting to pull back from him but you couldn't. no matter how much..you missed his touches. nanami raised a brow, "If you don't then why haven't you pushed me back." he said staring hard Into your eyes through the mirror, trying to keep eye contact, those dark eyes..lustful eyes staring back Into you. you breathed In turning your head away, he grinned. "It's cause you can't hm? you miss when I used to touch you like this yeah?." you shook your head but got stopped by a harsh hand on your jaw making your head look at the mirror, "when I used to bring my fingers to your weak point.." he trailed his hand that on your jaw towards your neck, gripping It as he pushed your head back harsh against his shoulder.

whimpering from the pressure point. how did he remember..? "how I used to—." harshly pushing your chest down on the counter bending you over with your ass fully towards him, gasping at the Impact. you shouldn't be doing this with him..this was wrong..all of It was wrong. but...fuck you missed being touched like this...It's been forever since you've been pleased like this.."he can't touch you how I can, how long has It been?." you were embarrassed to say..ever since you and nanami broke up..which was 4 months ago. "f-four months.." four months? he cooed, rubbing his cock against your ass, gripping your hips. he scoffed. what a prick?. nanami hummed, backing your hips Into him, moaning quietly feeling his harden cock against you,

"let me satisfy you like old time sweetheart."

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