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❥ subtle ways they say "I love you" without saying it ↳ w/ Nanami, Ino, Toji & Naoya

a/n: gn!reader for Nanami, Toji & Ino, f!reader for Naoya! somehow i got carried away writing these and halfway through wondered if i should have just made single fics for each of them... oh well ♡-(๑˙ー˙๑)-♡

word count: 1.5k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami needs his sweet time until he’ll put his feelings into proper words, part of him too afraid to pursue love during his time as jujutsu sorcerer, but his actions have always been louder than words anyway

his love is stored in the smallest gestures, like fixing the collar of your shirt or helping you put on a necklace, not letting you go without kissing the back of your neck gently, his lips lingering on your skin for a heartbeat longer than expected

when you’re in a bookstore together, his eyes always follow you around even when you’re looking at different shelves; he observes which books you pick up and put back again because you have too many unread ones at home (both of you are terrible book hoarders), just so he can go back another day and get you the one book you really wanted

sometimes he’ll also make the time to read it before he gifts it to you, small scribbled thoughts on the side so you can discuss them together later–a tiny book club of two lovers

in the comfort of your home, Nanami is also incredibly touchy, never not seeking skin contact; anything will do, even if it’s just linked pinkies across the table while you’re having your morning coffee and sharing the newspaper

his love will seep into you with every gaze, every smile, every kiss you share

with you, Nanami can let his guard down; he can allow himself to just be loved, with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, charming out sweet sounds from his throat that sound a lot like “I love you” if you listen closely

if he has to leave for a solo mission, Nanami will leave a handwritten note on the table for you to find in the morning, nothing too cheesy but enough to remind you that you’re always on his mind

and if you show him your collection of notes one day, stored in a box in your closet, a smile will play upon his lips, asking you if you really kept all of them (even if some of them just say things like “Can you buy eggs while I’m out? I want to make us waffles for breakfast tomorrow” or “I watered your dying plant on the top shelf. xx”)

there’s wonder in his eyes when he looks at you, as if he sometimes finds it hard to believe that your love is mutual, that he’s allowed to experience this during his lifetime, and the quiet hope that maybe, maybe this can last forever

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐎

Ino’s love for you is written all over his face: the way it lights up when he sees you, the confident yet boyish smirk when you compliment him, the gleam in his eyes when you call out for him

it’s in his touch, too

his fingers playing with yours when you’re sitting somewhere together, always fidgeting with them as if he couldn’t believe that he really gets to hold your hand

or the arm that sneaks around your waist when you’re on the train together and it’s crowded, his body shielding you from the other passengers and giving you some space to breathe (plus–how convenient–he can steal a kiss from your lips without anyone looking, too)

Ino also walks you home at any given occasion, whether it’s after a night out with your senpais or after a mission you’ve been on together; he doesn’t mind that he lives in a different neighborhood or if he has to get up early the next day, he rather wants to know you’re home safely

when you’re apart, Ino and you keep texting with each other throughout the day, his lips curling into a smile whenever your name lights up on his screen

Ino will text you everything and anything that reminds him of you and it’s plenty and in the most mundane things

[img.attached] “saw this chonky cat on my mission. u would have loved to give them belly rubs. Nanami said i’m not allowed to take them home with me”

[new text] “i think we should adopt a cat one day. maybe two so it doesn’t get lonely. knowing us we’ll also adopt a third”

[voice message] “babe can you hear this? i’ve never heard a cat purr like this. (sounds of rustling and Ino sweet talking to the cat, it’s purring very loudly)”

[new text] “i hope the cat distribution system chooses us next”

being loved by Ino means being part of his future and his dreams; he’s thinking of you always and can’t imagine a life without you in it, so listen closely when he tells you all about it

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji isn’t shy to admit his love verbally, whispered into your ear at night, his voice bourbon raspy, making sure you never forget how your own name sounds when rolled off his lips

being in love makes him domestic; Toji grew up not knowing what a warm home is, and so he’ll strive to make his place one for you both to hide from the world outside

it’s like your presence is a reminder that even someone like him is allowed to love, and be loved in return

Toji brings you your favorite beverage to bed in the morning, urging you not to get up just yet (he also wants to slip back under the covers with you)

if you really have to get up on on cold mornings though, Toji will give you his worn and warmed up sweater for you to wear so you won’t be freezing

he also slips pocket warmers into your coat before you leave the house and gives you the deepest kiss, almost as if his biggest concern is that you stay warm

cooking isn’t Toji’s strong suit but he’ll get you takeout, even if it means driving across the whole town to get you that one dish from that specific restaurant that you’re craving (and some dessert on top); your big smile once he returns home is his solely reward

after seeing you struggle with opening a jar of jam once, Toji will go around the kitchen and loosen the lids of all the jars for you. every single one of them. there won’t be even one jar left that gives you any further troubles

it’s endearing in a way, how Toji always takes the fastest route to solve your struggles (there’s barely anything he can’t solve with his hands)

with love, it all comes down to warmth for Toji: the heat of your body when he has his arms wrapped around you. letting you warm up your cold hands on his stomach (he tries his best not to flinch). sharing a hot bath while you’re getting snowed in.

to Toji, you are his sun, the one who brought back colors into his life and who showed him what it means to live despite everything; he may be blinded by your light but he doesn’t need to see to find your lips in every universe

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀

Naoya doesn’t do love, he prefers to be worshiped and adored over admitting his feeling for you

yet still, he has his ways of showing that you actually mean something more to him than just being his trophy wife

the kitchen staff and servants have been drilled to cook all of your meals exactly to your liking, and he’ll look overly pleased with himself over dinner when he notices that you enjoy the food, proud of himself as if he was the one who prepared it for you (smug bastard that he is)

there’s always an air of possessiveness around him when you’re with him; as if he wants the whole world to know that you’re his wife, even insisting you walk by his side instead of behind him, always one hand around your waist or in the back of your neck, making sure to keep you close

even though it displeases him that you want to spent time apart from him, he made sure that you get a room of your own in the Zen’in estate after your arranged marriage (he still lingers around often until you kick him out)

he insists on sharing a bed at night though–it’s when he gets surprisingly clingy, insisting to hold you close, his hands playing with anything he can get a hold of: your hair, the hem of the pajamas he picked out for you in the color he thinks suits you best, the ring on your finger that proofs you’re his

Naoya can be surprisingly gentle in those moments when it’s just the two of you–no family and no servants around

his sharp yellow eyes study your features thoroughly, ignoring the pull at his heart strings when he picks up an eyelash from your cheeks and holds it out for you when you make a wish

he’s dying to know what you wished for, but he doesn’t ask; part of him scared it doesn’t involve him, part of him too prideful to believe you could wish for something that doesn’t include him, because at the end of the day you still belong to him–or is it the other way around?

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chuluoyi · 11 days

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only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

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"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

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squirmhoney · 2 months

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BUT HE NEEDS A WIFE | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con touching. Violence against reader. Mentions of sex. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. Abusive relationship. Forced pregnancy. Non con. Dub con. 18+ A/N: I feel like the character is a warning in itself. But of course I had to pick this one, out of all the characters in JJK.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MASTER LIST HERE

When your parents told you of your engagement to Haru, you had been hesitant.

You knew it was an honour to marry someone so high up in the Zen’in clan but you had remembered Haru from your teenage years, or more so his closest companion, Naoya Zen’in.

Naoya had always tormented you growing up, spitting about how a weak woman like you should know your place. He even once forced his friends to hold you three steps behind him as he paraded you through the school.

Where a woman should be, he had chuckled darkly.

It was no surprise he had turned out the way he did.

Since you had known him, people around him had been feeding him the belief he’d be head of the Zen’in clan one day. No wonder he constantly felt entitled and put himself above everybody else. But his arrogance when it came to women was something else, something that had bile creeping up your throat every time someone even uttered his name.

You had never understood why girls had thrown themselves his way, knowing they’d be discarded like a used toy the next day.

Even your childhood best friend had fawned over him, fluttering her eyelashes and bowing her head like an obedient servant every time he walked her way. For years he had never even batted an eye her way, completely ignoring her existence.

Until he had exhausted his options and finally his line of vision was turning in her direction. Or that’s at least what you believed.

It was only days after you were cradling her form in your lap, her tears soaking your legs as you brushed her hair out of her face.

The sight had sent you into an out of mind craze because days later you found yourself completely alone as you confronted him about it.

At first he had laughed when he saw you storming over his way, even whistling your way. Only for his eyes to narrow at you when you spat your vicious words at him, hand wrapping around your throat before you could finish.

“Anyone would be grateful to be even touched by me,” he hissed, holding you against the wall.

You had wheezed his name, fingernails clawing at his hand. But his grip only tightened, as he glared at you.

“It’s a fucking honour.” He was seething as he spoke the words, a rage pouring off of him that you had never seen before. One that you’d hoped you’d never see again.

With your tears you begged for your life, unable to speak with his hands constraining your neck.

You didn’t know why he let go of you, letting you drop to the floor below him. But he had, giving you once last disgusted look before he walked away.

Even in your fear you had been defiant, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them.

“I fear for the woman who ends up marrying you.”

Naoya had simply rolled his eyes at your words, nostrils flaring slightly but he never responded.

Even though Haru hadn’t been there to witness that day, he had still been friends with Naoya for so long. By association you believed him to be an awful person and the thought of a marriage with someone like that, terrified you to the core.

But Haru had changed since then.

He was gentle and doting, reassuring you with every day you spent together that he would be a good husband. Nothing he did made you believe he could be lying and so each night when he gently brushed his lips with yours before you settled into bed together, you opened your mind to the idea of it. Until it was truly all you believed.

Words couldn’t reach your lips when you had been told, body only freezing in your seat as your parents had blabbered on to you and Haru.

It’s an honour, you heard your father say. The head of the Zen’in clan blessing our daughter’s marriage is an honour.

Luckily Haru spoke for you, hand grabbing yours as he squeezed it gently.

Of course we’d be honoured to have him in our home. Haru had told your parents. Me and Naoya used to be such good friends back in the day

Your gaze lifted to look at him then, body trembling beside him as you caught his wide smile.

There was a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when you returned home that day. One that you were unable to shake even as the day drew closer and your fiancé tried so hard to reassure you it’d be okay.

“He won’t bless our marriage,” you had told Haru, eyes glazed over with tears. “I know it.”

Haru only shook his head, not taking your fear seriously. “Relax-”

“I know him.” Your hands gripped onto his shirt, pleading with him to listen. “He’ll do it out of spite. He hates me.”

“It’s been years, Y/N.”

You turned away, trying to steady your shaky breaths as you listened to your words. You really wanted to believe him, to think that everything would be okay. But you had both known a different person growing up, while he had been your biggest tormentor, he had been one of Haru’s closest friends.

Haru had of course had no reason to believe that Naoya hated you so much, that he wouldn’t bless your marriage just because he felt like it.

But that tightening feeling in your stomach told you differently. Even when you desperately craved to not want to believe it.

“It will only be for a few hours,” Haru reassured you, his hand rubbing into your shoulders.

“A few hours,” you repeated, taking a shaky breath.

You felt Haru shift behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close. “You know he’s trying to find a wife?”

You giggled a bit at that, a small smile perking up on your lips that your fiancé seemed to share with you, “I pray for the woman who has to marry him.”

“So do I,” he laughed with you.

There was a knock on the door, the tension rising in your body again.

“Must be him,” Haru stated, eyes turning towards the direction of the door. “It’ll be okay.”

Haru tried to reassure you with a peck to your cheek but your body was already quivering with nerves, unable to shake the uneasy feeling.

A feeling that only grew as you heard his horrifying familiar voice.

Mandatory duties like this were a chore for Naoya.

Who cared whether he approved of someone’s marriage or not?

However, when he had seen your name on the papers alongside Haru’s, he had almost choked on the tea he had been sipping.

How had Haru found himself in such an unfortunate situation to be engaged to you?

Someone as disobedient as you, surely there must have been a mistake in what he was seeing. He remembered your last conversation years ago like a sour taste in his mouth that he just couldn’t quite get rid of.

You had the nerve to touch him, to look into his eyes as if you were his equal- No, not even that, you had seen yourself better than him.

Naoya had never shaken the rage at that, blood still boiling at the memory.

He had been merciful that day.

Something he wouldn’t be today, he had told himself as Haru greeted him at your front door.

“Where is she then?” Naoya asked, making sure his voice carried through your small home.

He wanted you to know he was there. Whichever room you were hiding in, he wanted you to be quivering at his arrival.

“Where’s your beautiful fiancé?”

He hadn’t expected you to step through a door in the hallway, joining your husband’s side. What was most surprising was when you bowed to him, not even uttering a word as you greeted him in the proper way.

His eyes scanned your form, running over you in your attire and admiring the way your yukata fit your body so well.

“Would you finish preparing the tea for us?” Haru asked you, gently pushing you back in the direction you came.

You bowed your head to him before returning back to the kitchen.

He couldn’t help but watch your frame as it disappeared into another room. He used to tease you about your wider hips, only now he was biting back the words as his cock twitched at the sight of them.

“What have you done to her?” There was humour laced in Naoya’s tone but all that met his eyes was a deep hunger. One that he was sure his old friend caught on to.

“She’s going to be a great wife,” Haru commented, giving Naoya a small smile before he directed him to another room. “Please, let's get you comfortable.”

Conversation flowed between him and Haru easily as if time had never passed. The only time his mind seemed to slip away from the conversation was when you entered the room, tray in hand as you quietly placed it on the table in front of them.

It’s also when he noticed how your delicate hands were trembling as they poured his tea, his lips curling up into a dark grin. There was something satisfying about seeing you so scared to be around him, especially after all these years.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Haru said to you as he took his tea from your hand, pulling you to sit beside him.

He looked at Naoya then, eyes squinting for a second as he placed an arm over your shoulders. Naoya knew that look, he had seen it on so many men before when their wives would sneak him sneaky glances.

Haru was acting possessive and Naoya actually thought it was cute.

“Such an obedient wife you have there,” Naoya spoke, only to tut at himself as he caught his words. “Sorry, I meant fiancé. You still need my blessing before that.”

You looked at him then, eyes glazed over, only for a second before your gaze returned to your hands.

There you are, he thought.

He saw the fear that seeped into your eyes at his words.

“You know Haru there’s a position that really needs filling,” Naoya changed the conversation. “It would get you more money than whatever you’re making now. Help you better provide for your future wife.”

“If you see me fit for the job,” Haru said, eyes widening with hope at his words.

Naoya almost felt pity for him.

Two hours in and you were excusing yourself to the kitchen, hand covering your mouth as you muffled your gasps of breath.

You didn’t understand how Haru could be so blind, not even noticing the sadistic grin on Naoya’s face as he toyed with the pair of you. He knew he had all the control, practically holding it over your heads like the dogs he thought you were.

Naoya was quiet as he crept behind you, so quiet you didn’t even notice him until his hands were playing with your hair.

You gasped at the touch but didn’t dare to move as he trapped you between his body and cabinet in front of you.

“There’s a good girl,” Naoya whispered, brushing your hair over your shoulder. You could feel his breath fan against your skin as he inched closer. “You are such a submissive thing, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, pushing yourself further into the cabinet in hopes to escape his grasp.

“All the lessons when we were teenagers really seemed to seep in, didn’t they?” He asked but you knew he didn’t really want a response. “I bet you’re even saving yourself for the big day.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an answer but he could see it in your heated glare through the reflection of the window.

“You are.” He sniffed your neck, inhaling your scent as he pressed himself right up against you. “So pure, Y/N. You’re going to be such a great wife.”

You could feel every bit of him as he pressed his body against yours and you were horrified at the feel of his hardness rubbing against your back.

You bit on your lip to keep any noise buried, knowing he was already getting off on how docile you were being. You didn’t need him to get off on your fear as well.

At the sound of Haru’s footsteps coming down the stairs, he backed away but not far enough from your liking.

“I should be going to see your parents now, Y/N,” Naoya spoke to you before he turned to Haru, patting him on his shoulder. “I’ll keep in touch with you about the job as well, Haru.”

Haru saw him out, walking back to you with the biggest grin as he tried to cup your face.

You flinched away, turning back to the cleaning you had started.

“You heard him,” Haru said, wrapping his arms around you. “We are going to be fine.”

You wanted to scream at him, unable to understand how he just couldn’t see what you saw.

But you didn’t say anything, only biting at your bottom lip to keep your tears at bay as you hugged him back, knowing it would probably be the last time.

There was no surprise on your face when your parents broke the news to you.

Not until they had explained why Naoya hadn’t approved of your engagement.

You wanted to plead with your parents for them to take it back, to not allow you to go through with this.

But you knew the shame that it’d bring them and as much as it haunted you, it was something you couldn’t possibly do to them. There was nothing they could probably do anyway, who were they to refuse the head of the Zen’in clan.

You weren’t allowed to see Haru after that, Naoya had made that clear to your parents.

You had spent most of your days in your childhood room at home, not wanting your parents to catch on how truly sick this made you. You didn’t want to put that guilt on them, for them to learn how truly unhappy you would be with the match.

Even when you reached your wedding day and you felt completely numb to the core, you dragged yourself out of bed with a smile.

Everyone you knew attended the ceremony, the whole of the Zen’in clan being in attendance. Even your Haru standing in the second row.

You couldn’t even meet any of their eyes, gaze being glued to the floor.

For the first time in your life you found some solace in Naoya’s eyes, even if it was only to help you draw your attention to something other than the hundreds of other people watching.

But the way he was smiling at you, had you fighting with yourself to not turn away.

It was as if he was revelling in victory for a game you hadn’t even realised you both had been playing.

Once the ceremony was over, Naoya paraded you around like a doll, showing you to anyone and everyone that would stop to watch. People from your teenage years ogled their eyes at you in disbelief, clearly being shocked to see the pair of you being wed off.

It made as little sense to them as it did you.

Even as you sat next to him while you ate together, you still couldn’t piece together why he was doing this. It’s all you wanted to ask, still believing in your head that this was some sort of sick joke. That he’d eventually get bored and start laughing and this all would be over.

“Your parents served you well,” Naoya finally spoke to you, arm leaning over the back of your chairs.

You turned to him at this, not truly understanding what he was getting at.

“I’ll definitely make sure to thank them for bringing you up like this.” Naoya smirked, toying with his food on the table. “You’re going to be such a great wife.”

You were going to be sick, you were sure of it.

“You’ve barely touched your food,” he stated. “Something wrong?”

“No, I-” you swallowed, eyes flickering up to tables surrounding you. “It’s just nerves.”

In the sea of people you spotted him, looking back at you with a hollow stare.��

Naoya’s eyes followed your line of sight, a wicked smile touching his lips as he noticed.

You felt him lean into your side, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, “As wife to the head of the Zen’in clan you must sever all notions of ever having a different life in your mind.”

You could see Haru’s face drop and it was almost like he couldn’t bear to watch you anymore, turning away.

You shuddered as Naoya’s next words brushed against your neck.

“You belong to the clan now and to me.”

He pressed a kiss under your ear, before returning to his meal.

“Remember that.”

#jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya zenin smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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i-cant-sing · 6 months

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Okay but this has to be one my fav tropes ever:

And i can imagine the following characters for it:

DABI, because ofc he's the OG no. 1 nonchalant bad boy with childhood trauma pro max. Ofc he fits this trope, and yes he'll burn the world, burn himself for reader.

Bakugo, grumpy LOUD boy but gets quiet when you're around so everyone thinks that he must really hate you but he's just actually shy around you and wouldn't want to spook you away.

Naoya Zenin, for some reason, but like he's more obnoxious than grumpy, but he still fits the trope because I know Naoya, at least Naoya in my AUs, will grovel for reader but only the very few times that he fucks up so badly that yalls relationship is about to end. Otherwise, no. He'd still play the "ew, I hate women. Anti feminist🥂 bleached rat. Misogynistic and sexist rich dude" but only in public. In private, he's somewhat nicer to you.

Toji Fushiguro? Yes, because there's no shame in being on your knees for the woman you love and convince her to give you another chance and take you back. And it's not because he wants your money, no no, in fact here you go baby- take his card and spoil yourself. He's sorry for pretending he's poor before, but take him back... he's not leaving your doorstep until you do.

From my OCs: Theodore (my mute assassin/spt with 100% anger issues is quite literally obsessed with reader) and also Mahir (my suprr smart lawyer OC who owns his firm and but everything from scratch- he won't grovel... but he'll be panicking on the inside. Rest assured, Mahir doesn't fuck up much because he has too high IQ)

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pinknipszz · 2 months

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modern headcanons | he subscribes to your onlyfans!?

⋆✮↪ ryomen sukuna, fushiguro toji, and zenin naoya

‘ - imagine: you start an onlyfans account as a joke, only wanting to satiate the curiosity in your mind and share a good laugh with your friends. however, with an eviction notice and student debt weighing like stones in your pocket, you plunge yourself into the world of adult entertainment. it takes a lot of effort to make good progress but eventually you do. now with several months under your belt, a sizable salary, and adoring fans, you think that the risk is worth it.

warnings: suggestive language, its not that serious but mdni pls

*⁀➷ HOW HE FINDS YOU…

SUKUNA sees your profile in the suggestions list. being a patron to a few creators already, he’s not new to the platform. the algorithm knows what he likes, follows, and watches, so he’s unsurprised to see that your content caters to his liking. he doesn’t really plan to subscribe to anyone new, but things have been pretty dry recently, especially with the creators he already follows. sukuna thinks you’d be the same, but he can’t bring himself to close the website. his intuition tells him to drop a few bucks to view your page properly.

TOJI randomly picks your profile after searching up “top ten cheapest subscriptions.” like most men going through financial and family problems in their late 30s, toji turns to adult entertainment for a quick distraction. it works for a while, but he’s absolutely devastated after realizing that the good stuff is blocked by massive paywalls. he can only earn so much from gambling. toji eventually decides to do some research for a cheap (but quality!) creator and ends up finding you: a very pretty girl with very pretty videos for a very pretty price.

NAOYA learns about you from a friend at work. at first, he’s unimpressed. naoya is not really the type to use paid-access platforms. why the fuck should he pay for some pussy? it literally takes less than half the effort to find a free website. at the end of the day, however, naoya submits to his curiosity and buys your one-month subscription. he wants to see if you’re as good as people say you are. he doesn’t want some coworker to give you that credit. he wants to decide for himself because his word is law.

*⁀➷ HOW OFTEN HE COMMENTS…

SUKUNA doesn’t comment often. since paying for your monthly subscription a few weeks ago, sukuna watches every single one of your videos, special extras, and livestreams. he doesn’t know if it’s your sweet voice, pretty lace, or delicious body, but something about you has this man absolutely hooked. he rarely leaves a comment under anything though. it might be a problem with his pride, but sukuna doesn’t want to look like a desperate dog, even though onlyfans isn’t really a public platform.

TOJI comments occasionally. his comments are a healthy mix of praises and whatnot. considering that creators set their own subscription fees, and you’re kind enough to sell your content at a generous price, toji doesn’t hesitate to send a few words here and there. it’s the least he can do. now that he’s subscribed to you, toji almost feels bad about paying so little. he thinks you should be charging way more, but you won’t catch him complaining! besides, toji makes it up to you with salacious little comments.

NAOYA comments a lot. this man takes advantage of his anonymity. he probably has some stupid username, like “panty sniffer” just to fuck with people. or have a good laugh. maybe both. anyways, naoya is obsessed with your content. he turns your notifications on so he can be one of the first people to join your livestreams. naoya spams your chat too. it gets annoying for other people trying to enjoy themselves, you included, but this man does not care. he leaves the dirtiest, most obscene comments for you to read later.

*⁀➷ HOW MUCH HE DONATES…

SUKUNA donates a lot. he works a well-paying job so he doesn’t really care about sending you big donations. sukuna especially enjoys donating when you’re live. it leaves him with sick satisfaction when you grow flustered and moan out his name (he’s a bit uncreative with his user compared to naoya) in front of thousands of viewers. it feeds his superiority complex honestly, and makes him think that he’s a tier above your other fans. he may be stingy with compliments, but sukuna certainly won’t hesitate to spoil you.

TOJI donates every once in a while, but most of the time he doesn’t. he comments more than he donates. remember, one of the biggest reasons why toji watches you is because your subscription fees are outrageously affordable. when he does feel like donating though, it’s usually a portion he earns from winning a gamble that day. maybe if you’re lucky, toji might split his salary with you, but that’s incredibly rare. he still needs food and water to survive.

NAOYA never donates. that’s one line he doesn’t want to cross (but most likely will in the future). it’s easy to leave comments under your content because they’re just words. they only hold meaning if you want them to. but when it comes to real-world money, it’ll cement the fact that naoya stays up almost every night fisting his cock over some girl that doesn’t know he exists. it leaves a heavy blow on his pride that you hold that kind power over him, so choosing not to donate gives him a false sense of security.

(masterlist) | (a/n: this prompt was funnier in my head but whatever. also i played around w my headcanons format bc i got sick of the other one)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna ryomen #toji fushiguro #naoya zenin #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #naoya x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #naoya zenin x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk toji #jjk naoya #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #toji fushigro x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji

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getosbigballsack · 11 months

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𝑨 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚'𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑲𝒆𝒊. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒉... 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔... 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.

𝑾𝑪: 4.3𝒌

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

You sighed heavily as you slowly entered the kitchen, looking for that one person who changed your entire life. “Kei?” you shouted. You heard nothing in response. You shook your head as you walked further into the kitchen. “Kei,” you called and this time you heard him giggling. “Kei?”

“I’m here mama,” you heard his soft baby voice behind you. You turned to see him running towards the stairs, you were about to follow him, but that nauseating feeling that you've been experiencing since early this morning started to make your head feel a bit hazy.

“Kei, remember that mommy’s not feeling well,” you managed to cough out before running towards the kitchen and all you could feel as you hung your head over the sink was that bitter bile coming back up your throat. You began vomiting, and as you puked out your morning meal, you felt your son’s soft hands on your leg, attempting to comfort you during this time. You didn’t want him to see you this way, fearing that he’ll start to worry more than he should have.

Once you were done, you made sure to wash out the kitchen sink with soap and bleach. Then you disinfected the area and when you were done you went to rinse your mouth out with mouthwash then return to the kitchen to see your son standing in the kitchen, playing with his dimpled chubby fingers.

It seems as if he heard you coming because he was quick to lift his head to look up at you. His beautiful doe eyes, were glossy with tears, his lips trembling as he spoke, “I’m sorry, I hurt Mommy”

You pouted, you hated it when your son worried about you. “It’s ok Kei. Mommy’s ok. Now come on, let's go get your diaper changed.” You bent down to lift him on your hips, trying your hardest not to hurt yourself.

“Mommy, look, Daddy,” your son shouted while pointing behind you.

“Your father went to the store Kei,” you answered as you made your way towards the stairs.

“No mommy, look, daddy, daddy,” he yelled once again as he wiggled his way out of your arm, ran behind you, and towards the front door. “Daddy!”

“Hey Bubba,” you heard your husband speaking behind you. You turned around to see him staring at you with a smile adoring his face as he picked up Kei in his arms.

“I miss you, Daddy,” Kei said as he wrapped his hand around your husband’s neck, peppering his face with tiny kisses then he rested his head on his shoulder.

“I miss you too, Kei. Guess what? I got a present for you,” your husband said as he rested a couple of bags that he had in his hands on the floor.

“Yay! Gimmie, Gimmie,” Kei yelled in excitement as he clapped his tiny hands together.

“I’ll give it to you once we get your diaper changed,” Your husband said to Kei, before kissing his cheek.

“Oh, mommy hurt daddy,” Kei said as he looked over at you with a pouty face. “Mommy do feel well.”

“Is that so? Alright, let’s go get you cleaned up and then you and I can take care of Mommy,” your husband said to Kei as he walked over to you. You smiled weakly at him and he stared at you with a sad expression on his face. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi love,” you greeted as you wrapped your arms around his waist while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He still had Kei on his hips, but he still managed to lean in to give you a tight squeeze and a kiss on your forehead.

“How are you feeling my love? Nauseous again?” he asked. He pulled away from you and went for the bags at the front door. “I bought medicine.”

“Thank you,” you said as you made your way toward him, but then just like before, you felt the urge to throw up in your mouth. Your husband noticed this and quickly went for the bin he bought for you to use whenever you are unable to make it to the bathroom, and handed it to you. You quickly knelt on the floor and you began to throw up once again.

Kei began to cry, and your husband was quick to shush quietly while he knelt on the floor to rub your back. “Kei, look away,” he said to Kei. “Mommy’s going to be ok.” Once you were done, your throat felt raw and sore. You sat on your heels and watched as your husband took up your bin and went towards the bathroom.

“No, Satoru. I’ll clean up.”

“No, you need to rest. I’ve got this,” your husband, Gojo Satoru said to you as he walked with Kei inside the bathroom to clean up your bin. You sighed softly while getting up from the floor and went to the bathroom to rinse your mouth with the mouthwash.

“Daddy, is the baby hurt?” Kei asked Gojo as he watched as his father, from where he sat on the closed toilet seat, washed out the bin inside the tub.

“No Bubba. The baby is alright. Mommy’s protecting the baby,” Gojo replied as he rested the bin on the floor. He then walked over to you, rested his hand on your tummy then spoke, “See the baby is alright. Now let’s get your bath ready, then I’ll make you a bottle. After that, we can open your present.”

“Ok, Daddy,” Kei said as he hopped off the toilet and quickly went to change out of his dirty clothes. You watched as his short stubby legs ran out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom that was downstairs.

As Gojo was about to chase after him, you quickly grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into a hug. “Y/N?”

“Satoru, thank you,” you said to him.

“For what baby?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you.

“For everything, thank you for everything,” you said as you rubbed your face into his chest.

“Your welcome, baby,” he said before pulling away to plant a kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said while smiling.

“Daddy, I want a blue bath bomb in water,” Kei said as he entered the bathroom with his shorts in his hand. “Please!”

“You can have the blue bath bomb, Kei.” Your son giggled and you smiled before walking out of the bathroom to go sit down on the sofa. Your life has changed over the past four years. You honestly never thought that your life would have turned out to be like this. But things unexpectedly happened, and in your case, Kei happened. You were only 17 when you found out that you were pregnant with Kei.

Flashback…

This wasn’t supposed to happen, not now. Not when you were so close to finishing off your years in high school. But you just had to be reckless you were supposed to be at home, studying for your upcoming exams, instead you snuck out to go have fun with your boyfriend Zenin Naoya.

But your rebellion had led you to this very moment here, as you sat on the toilet awaiting the result of the pregnancy tests that you took. Your hands were shaking, the atmosphere around you felt dense, and it was becoming a bit hard for you to breathe. Your mind felt like it was racing against your own heart, turning to figure out what to do, how are you going to get yourself out of this situation if it turned out that you were pregnant?

But you didn’t get much time to think about the possible solutions to the current problem at hand when your timing went off alerting you that it was time to check the results.

You slowly stood up from the toilet to peek at the results. You almost fainted when you glanced at all three of them and saw that they were all positive. “No, no, no this can’t be happening to me,” you cried. You can’t get pregnant, you were too young for this.

“Y/N,” your father called out to you while knocking on the bathroom door. “What’s going on inside there?”

Shit! You panicked as you tossed the test in the bin along with the boxes. “It’s nothing, Dad.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. You opened the bathroom door and poked your head out to show him your face.

“It’s nothing Dad, I promise,” you said as you forced a smile upon your face. He hummed, while resting his hand against the bathroom door and pushed it wide open. “See, nothing wrong.”

You wished your father wasn’t a curious man by nature. But he is, hence the reason he is now walking inside of the bathroom to have a lot around. You were hoping that he wouldn’t check around too much, hoping that he’ll avoid the garbage bin, but to your dismay, he did, and when he saw them, all three tests along with the boxes inside.

“What is his, Y/N?” he asked as he bent down to pick them up. You began stuttering as you tried to come up with an excuse, but your father wasn’t dumb, you knew that whatever it is that you were about to tell him would be useless, so you might as well tell him the truth.

“I’m pregnant father,”

“What?” he screamed as he turned around to look at you. Sadness and disbelief were present in his eyes as he stared down at the test and then up at you. “Is this what you do when you go to school?”

“Father, I’m sorry,” you cried. But he wasn’t having any of it. He could care less about those tears. “It was an accident.”

“This is no accident,” he yelled as he tossed the test in the bin, and walked out of the bathroom with his hands on his head. “How could you do this to yourself? I tried, I gave you everything you could ever ask for and this is how you repay me?”

“Father…”

“How could you do this? How shameful of you? Have you no pride, no ambition? Do you make any sense at all? I work two jobs to pay the bills, your expensive school fee, buy you clothes, feed you and make sure that you have a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?” he screamed.

“Father I…” you tried to explain but he cut you off.

“Save and get out of my house,” he screamed at you before leaving you standing there crying in front of the bathroom door. You didn’t know what to do? Should you stay or leave as he asked you to? The second option sounded best, plus you had school and you were already dressed. So wiped your eyes, went to your room for a school bag then left.

It didn’t take you much time to get to school and once you were there, you quickly met up with your boyfriend Naoya. Your boyfriend just happened to be a bit popular in school. Brown sharp eyes and blonde hair accented with dark tips. He was quite the looker, he was a bit tall too, and on top of that, he was from a wealthy family.

As you sat beside him in the homeroom, listening as he chatted up with a few friends, you wondered if it was alright to tell him that you were pregnant. Well, why wouldn’t you? After all, he treated you nicely, he made you feel special and you loved him for that. And he loved you too. So you decided to wait until lunch to break the news to him, but this terrible decision to break the news to him at lunch, just made your day (which started horrible) to be much worse.

“Naoya-san, I have something to tell you,” you said to him.

“What is it?” he asked as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“I can never get mad at you,” he replied. But that was a lie because his reaction to what you’re about to say contradicts what he just told you.

“Well this morning, I found out that I’m pregnant,” you said smiling at him but his face fell, just like your father’s did as he stared at you in disbelief.

You were expecting him to stutter, maybe ask if you were speaking the truth. But what he was about to say to you, in a tone that you’ve never heard before, shocked you beyond belief. “I don’t want it.”

Your heart sank. “What?”

“I don’t want a fucking child,” he said before pushing you away from him. “I’m too fucking young for this.”

“But, Naoya-san… I thought…”

“Thought what? You thought that I was going to be happy about your pregnancy Y/N? Are you dumb?” he yelled at you.

You couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down your face as you stared at him in disbelief.

“We did this together. You and I, we created a baby out of love did we not?” you asked him as you recalled that night you snuck out of the house to have reckless fun with your boyfriend. You thought it was love, but he thought otherwise.

“You’re just another body to add to the girl that I’ve slept with. You were a hard egg to crack, but I cracked you didn’t I, and now that I’ve gotten what I wanted. I don’t need you anymore. I don’t know what you’re going to do, but that kid I don’t want it. Get rid of it.”

“What?”

“Get rid of it,” he said to you. His words felt like a dagger piercing your heart, each syllable that fell from his lips was like a sharp stone being thrown at you. “I should have known that you’re broke ass would've tried to trap me with a baby. I bet it’s not even my child.”

He did not just say that to you. In front of everyone inside the cafeteria. “Naoya please don’t say that. Don’t do this to me,” you begged as you tried holding onto his hand. But he was quick to pull them away, almost slapping you against your cheek.

“Don’t touch me, I’m done with you. Get rid of that fucking pregnancy. I don’t wanna have a kid running around while I’m this young and stay out of my life,” he said before leaving you, embarrassed, hurt, and heartbroken in front of everyone inside of the cafeteria. You cried, hand clawing at the painful feeling boiling inside your chest.

You thought he loved you, but you were so naive, so dumb to believe that he’d be accepting of you and your unborn child. Nobody, not even your friends came to comfort you while you cried, they all just sat there laughing at how disgraceful and shameless you were. Soon enough, a teacher who was informed about the whole commotion came to assist you, turning the students' attention back to their meals and away from you. She helped you out of the cafeteria and gave you a pass to go home and sort out what you need to sort out.

End of flashback…

Your life has never been the same since that day. You remembered going home to see that your father had thrown you out of the house. All of your clothes were on the front lawn along with a note that read.

You're an adult now. You don’t need me. I wish the best for you… Father.

You cried as you gathered your things. You had no one but yourself, nowhere to stay. You didn’t know who to turn to until you remembered your senpai from high school, Shoko Ieiri, who just happened to be your best friend. You told her about the situation and she did not even hesitate to let you move in with her (free of cost) until you figured out how you were going to handle your pregnancy and everything else.

“Daddy, your shirt is all wet,” Kei said to Gojo. You turned around to see your husband and your son walking out of the bathroom and towards the downstairs bedroom. You got up and followed them closely.

“Well that’s because you kept splashing around in the tub silly,” Gojo said while he set Kei on the bed and went to fetch his clothes upstairs. When he came back, you noticed that he changed his shirt and he also had a plastic wrap around his arm.

“Satoru? What is that on your hand?”

Your husband smiled. “It’s a tattoo, I got it done today,” he replied casually while he got Kei dressed for the afternoon.

You, on the other hand, approached him and grabbed his hand to get a close look at the tattoo. You could hear him chuckle slightly as you looked at the tattoo on his arm. You were startled as you realized the tattoo on his arm was a depiction of his hand beneath your hand and Kei's hand on top of yours. Under Kei's dimpled hand was a stopwatch with the exact minute Kei was born, and beneath the stopwatch were the words You'll never be alone. A smaller tattoo caught your eye and when you lifted your head to look at the tattoo, saw that Gojo had also tattooed Kei’s name in cursive on the inside of his arm.

“Satoru… you…” you tried speaking, but the word got caught up in your throat. Gojo chuckled once again before kissing your forehead. He then proceeds to lift Kei from the bed and rest the baby on his hip.

“Are you ready for your milky Kei?”

“Mhm… want chocolate milky,” Kei answered.

“Chocolate milky it is. How about you, my love, what are you craving?” he asked as he held onto your hand and led you out of the room.

“Mangoes and lime,” you answered and he smiled. “I still can’t believe that you got our son’s name tattooed on your skin.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful. So why didn’t you get my name tattooed on your skin?” you jokingly asked.

You expected him to laugh and tell you you're ridiculous, but what he said next stunned you. "Who was it that said I didn't?" Then he turned around, pulled down his shirt collar, and there was your name in cursive, complete with a kiss mark shaped like your lips.

“Satoru… you didn’t… I was just…” you stuttered. You could feel tears whelming up in your eyes.

“I love you,” is all he said before going on about his fatherly and husband's business.

Your husband, Gojo Satoru, and your son, Gojo Kei are truly a blessing in your life. Ever since your father made the sacrifice to move to Japan and transfer to a prestigious school in Tokyo, you became friends with your senior, your senpai Gojo Satoru and his best friends Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru. Somehow he spotted you on campus the day you transferred to the school and you immediately became his friend. You hung out a bit at lunch at his table and had study sessions at his house, but all that fun ended pretty quickly because he was already a senior when you transferred to the school and you were a first-year.

Graduation came by quickly, and you were sad because you’ve grown so close with him over the past few months and it was sad to see him go. However, he promised to keep in touch with you even when he went on to study Economics at the University of Tokyo. He did keep his promise, he even made time to hang with you, call you to give you some advice and sometimes listened as you talked about your ex-boyfriend.

Gojo Satoru’s the closest person you had as a real friend. He even broke up with his girlfriend Utahime, who he met at the University that he was attending, all because she said something mean about you behind his back and also to his face. She also accused him of sleeping with you, which angered him a lot and it angered you too.

Anyways your relationship with him felt unbreakable until you found out that you were pregnant, your dad kicked you up and you had to depend on Shoko for mental and financial support.

You remember how he’d call you every day to check up on you, to ask how things were, to even tell you about the scholarship he received to study economics at Princeton University for a year in the States. But then he left and when he left, a few months later you found out you were pregnant.

He still contacted you, and during those small talks, you never told him about the pregnancy. You were too ashamed of yourself, too afraid to disappoint your best friend, afraid that he’ll disown you as your father did. You were afraid to tell him about the pregnancy because you didn’t wanna risk losing him.

As your stomach grew larger, you started to answer his calls less and replied to his messages a week later until you stopped answering his phone calls and messages. You also made Shoko promise that she won’t utter a word to Gojo about the pregnancy.

It was hard to distance yourself from him. You can still remember the messages he’ll send to your phone, asking if he had wronged you in any way. But you never answered him. Eventually, he got fed up with you not answering his calls and text messages and he decided to contact Shoko.

Flashback…

“It’s Satoru,” Shoko said as she walked into the living room of her apartment with the phone pressed against her ear. You watched as she pulled the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker.

“Where is Y/N? Tell Y/N that I need to know what is going on with her. Why isn’t she answering any of my calls or text messages? It's been over two months now and I’m getting worried,” you heard his voice booming through the phone’s speaker.

“Like I said, Satoru, she’s been a little busy lately. She hardly uses her phone,” Shoko lied.

“If she’s that busy, I’m sure a simple message to inform me about that would have been easier instead of avoiding it like I did something wrong,” he explained and you watched as Shoko nodded her head in agreement. She told not to avoid him, she said that it would have been better to just let him know what the situation was. But no, you were too prideful, too stubborn, and ashamed of yourself to do so.

“Well she’s taking a break from social media, that’s all there is to it,” she said to him.

He hissed, “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not,” she replied.

“If so then why did she run away from home?” he suddenly asked. You swore you felt your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. How did he know that you weren’t living with your father anymore? “I called her father and he told me that she wasn’t living with him anymore. He said that he heard that she was living with you, Ieiri Shoko. What’s going on?”

“Satoru… It’s kinda hard to explain,” she said to him as she gazed down at your five-month-old stomach. “Very difficult to explain.”

“What the fuck? Nothing’s too difficult to explain, well nothing too difficult for you to explain, so just tell me what’s going on?” he begged.

“Well, it’s not my business to tell you what’s going on with her. She trusted me not to say anything to you and as her friend, I won’t break her trust,” Shoko explained to him.

“So what am I chopped liver? She’s your friend and she trusts you more than me, her BEST FRIEND, who’d move fucking mountains for her if I have to,” his voice cracked with each syllable that fell from his lips. “This is bullshit, you don’t have to fucking tell me what the fuck’s going on. I guess I value her more than how she values me. I guess I’m the only one who thought we were best friends.”

“Satoru…”

“Whatever…” and with that said he hung up.

“Did I just… I lost my best friend…” you broke down in tears. Your dumb stupid decisions and mistakes just cost you the closest thing you had as a friend.

“Even though he’s mad right now and I would be too if I were in his shoes. I’m pretty sure he won’t cut you off just like. He’s just worried about you and it would be better if you just explained to him…” Shoko tried to explain.

“But I can’t just tell him I’m pregnant and that my baby’s father wants nothing to do with the child,” you cried.

“You can and I’m sure he’ll understand. If you don’t tell him what’s going on with you, he’s going to find out one way or another.”

“I’m too embarrassed to say anything,” you mumbled.

“Get some rest,” is all she said before kissing your forehead then she left you alone with your thoughts.

Shortly after, your phone vibrated next to you. You took it up and saw that it was a new message from Gojo. You opened it up and read the message out loud.

Satoru: I’ll find out what’s going on. Even if you don’t say anything. I’ll find out…

And that was the last message you received from him until a few months later when he surprisingly showed up at Shoko’s front door.

𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 5. New & Old

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Mentions and sexual harassment. Angst. Humiliation. Cursed words. Word Count: 2743 words. A/N: Hello peeps! Another day, another slay. I really enjoy writing this fic and I am really happy that you seem to like it as well. Thanks! :3 Ps. Fuck me you Joo Jaekyung

“Cheers!” We exclaimed as we clinked our beers.

We had finally returned home after a great victory in Dubai. The bar was full, the food kept coming to our long table and the mugs seemed bottomless. The entire Team Black was gathered to celebrate the crushing victory of our terrifying champion. The air was filled with laughter, pleasant chatter and popular music. Sukuna was at the head of the table, watching everyone like the king he is while wisely drinking water.

“C’mon, drink one with your coach!” I asked with a goofy smile due to the effects of alcohol. I had two mugs already, and it was starting to show.

“No. Do you know how many calories that have?” He rejected me completely.

There were few things I knew about him in the short time I have been his coach. Sukuna was grumpy, foul-mouthed and a jerk in every definition of the word, but his strongest characteristic is that he is ridiculously disciplined. He was a fucking ninja with incredible mental strength. He invited the whole team to eat burgers, wings, nachos and drown themselves in beer, while he just drank plain water and ate a veggie burrito. Sukuna was a great athlete, but he needed to learn how to relax once in a while.

“That only means that I have to maintain my title. I can't lose focus now,” he answered without paying me much attention. He surely noticed my drunkenness.

“That’s why you are always so cranky, you are always thinking of fighting and being a champion. It’s okay to enjoy life once in a while,” I tried again.

“You enjoyed too much and look where you are,” he exposed me, pounding his glass against the table to emphasize his point.

My body moved away from him at the loud bang. Everyone turned to look at us to see what it was all about, but when they saw that it was just another Sukuna tantrum, they went back to their own thing. My hand went straight to my neck. I avoided his gaze and resigned myself to continue drinking.

“You say it like it’s something bad,” I mumbled before taking a shy sip. “I refuse to become a coach,” Sukuna spat angrily.

“You couldn’t become one even if you tried.” Someone behind me defended me out of the blue.

I turned around, and my cheeks burned instantly. It was Choso. He's standing there like a guardian angel with a dark aura ready to defend me from a mean demon. He gave me a mischievous compliance smile that I couldn't help but mimic.

“It’s good to see you, bro! Sit down,” Yuuji, who was seated next to me, offered him his seat.

“Who the fuck invited you?” Sukuna frowned.

“Yuuji. He said he wanted to introduce me to someone,” Choso answered without looking away from me as he sat down.

"This guy always knows how to surprise me," I thought as I scanned him from head to toe. Seeing him up close was like paying attention to a piece of contemporary art, simple yet complicated at the same time. His long hair was down and neatly combed, his unruly curtain bangs fell perfectly to the sides of his eyes, framing them perfectly. You could tell he was Sukuna's brother by his sharp features and outlined eyebrows. I could imagine him frowning without needing to experience it.

“He is all yours. I’m drinking with Megumi,” Yuuji said, after introducing me to his brother for a second time. He went to the other side of the table to drink with his buddy, who was drinking alone.

He gave me a discreet wink that I could only see. That's when I realized what he had done. This was the "date" he had arranged for us as a favor. I hadn't been on a date in years, so I was super nervous. How could I not be? I wasn't ready. My hair was in a tight ponytail, I was wearing athletic clothes, and I was tired from jet lag. He looked so good in his denim jacket, baggy jeans and his smooth cologne that brushed my nose.

“Yuuji has told me so much about you,” I said, trying to hide my shyness.

“What a coincidence. Yuuji had also told me so much about you.” That was unexpected.

“Really? What did he tell you?” I asked, curious.

“That you are patient, nice and very cute,” he complimented me with a shy smile. “He didn’t tell me that last thing, it's just what I am seeing,” he corrected.

"He's so cute!" I thought excitedly. I could feel my poor heart in love running around in circles in my chest and my hands were starting to sweat, but I was calm. Who am I kidding? My cheeks hurt from grinning like an idiot. I felt like an awkward teenager in front of her out of her league crush.

“Is that your pickup line?” Sukuna joked.

“Shut up!” I barked, so he wouldn’t interrupt us. “Thanks, I think you are really cute as well,” I answered Choso’s flirting, paying him all of my attention. He looked a bit shocked that I was able to scold his brother so easily.

“Yuuji told me you used to fight in the UFC as well,” he said, ignoring Sukuna’s comment.

“I was the best. There are some of my fights on YouTube, my nickname is ‘Medusa’s Snake’,” I flexed proud as I poured him a beer from the bucket in the center of the wooden table, surrounded by delicious greasy snacks.

“A very poetic nickname. Did you know Medusa means protector in Greek? I think it goes well with you.”

When my first coach named me like that, I was flattered. Medusa was the mortal gorgon, one of the three daughters of the god of the sea, Forcys, and the goddess of sea monsters and the dangers of the sea, Ceto. She became the main enemy of men after suffering a painful rape by Neptune in front of the sanctuary of Minerva. Although early poets depicted her as a monster from birth, along with her immortal sisters, later writers claim that she was originally a beautiful maiden, but was turned into a monster by Athena or Minerva.

“Thanks, you are the first one who says it,” I said as my cheeks blushed. “Do you like mixed martial arts?”

“I used to practice kick boxing regularly, until someone discouraged me from continuing.” I noticed that he looked at Sukuna when he said “someone.”

I couldn't blame him. The active UFC community is pretty small. I wouldn't want to continue coexisting in the same environment as my biggest traitor. Besides, sports publicists love to compare athletes who share some sort of bond and spread drama. If Choso kept practicing to a professional level, reporters wouldn't leave him alone if they found out the champ fucked his fiancée.

The night flowed its course and the conversation continued to flourish between us. We drank, laughed and shared funny anecdotes. Choso was so nice, just like Yuuji, but shared that strong aura like Sukuna. He was the best of both worlds. Elegant, kind and respectful - what more could a girl ask for in a man?

Choso had to leave early because he had to work in the morning. He said goodbye to everyone except Sukuna, and I offered to escort him out. The vibrant street was still alive despite the darkness that ruled the skies as it was so late in the afternoon. People were still passing down the street in beautiful attire under the colorful lights of passing bars and restaurants. It had been a pleasant evening. It had been a long time since I had had so much fun.

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Choso smiled friendly. His shoulders were relaxed, and his kind eyes conveyed to me that he was more comfortable than before.

“I say the same thing,” I smiled at him as well. He slipped his hands into his pants pockets and avoided my gaze out of nowhere. That comfort turned to anguish again, so my smile gradually disappeared.

“Yuuji told me you were interested in me…” he sighed. “Look, you are a great girl, but right now, I have a complicated situation with my brother, and dating his coach doesn’t sound like a good idea.” He scratched his neck embarrassed, still avoiding my sight. “So it was about that,” I thought.

“I get it. Thanks for giving me a chance at least,” I said kindly. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad for rejecting me, but I wasn’t going to give up so easily. At the end of the day, I am a fighter at heart. “The truth is that I am not planning on being his coach for a long time. Seeing him holding his belt with pride on the ring, reminded me that I will be there again one day.”

I caressed my injured area with nostalgia. I missed being the star with the white lights illuminating my every dangerous move. I missed the audience yelling my name with excitement as they watched me destroy another one of my opponents. I missed the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fought for my honor. Choso looked at me again, seeming confused by my answer but hopeful for the explanation.

“What I am trying to say is that when I become a protector again, I’ll call you,” I said with a proud smile. His eyes widened, surprised when he understood what I was trying to say.

“I’ll wait for your call then,” he smiled.

With that, he kissed my blushing cheek goodbye and drove off down the sidewalk. As I watched him get into his car, I stood a while longer by the door processing what had happened that night. "You're going to be mine," I affirmed, sure of myself.

Another day at the gym. Another day in hell. By this point the gym was my hell on earth. Dealing with the devil himself was complicated, sometimes there were good days when he would do everything I asked him to do without batting an eye and others were the fights were no longer physical, but verbal. Over the months as his coach, I had learned to deal with his heavy attitude.

“¡Ten kicks!” I ordered as I placed the cushion he was supposed to kick at the height of my stomach. “1, 2, 3…!” I counted every hard kick. I made sure to hold the cushion tightly so it wouldn’t fly away. “…7, 8, 8, 8, 8…!” I repeated with a smug face.

“Stop it!” He yelled without losing the beat.

“Don’t give up! …8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9…!” I yelled, gripping the cushion hard. Sukuna huffed but kept kicking like the champ he is. “…9, 10!” I finished counting after 30 kicks.

“Go fuck yourself…” He sighed mad.

“For that, another 10,” I said, pulling the cushion back up.

“I missed seeing you like this.”

My heart stopped the moment I heard that voice. I could recognize it in any place, time or date. I knew exactly who it was and didn't want to turn around to confirm it, but I had to face it. The UFC world is small, so it was inevitable that we would meet again at some point, but I never thought it would be like this. Sukuna glared at the person behind me, sure he was wondering why a snoop was in his gym. I gulped dryly before confronting the biggest son of a bitch I'd ever met.

“Don’t frown like that, you will ruin your pretty face, beautiful,” he said with a pout. My jaw contracted when I heard such stupidity.

Naoya Zenin. One of the best fighters in the Zenin family, the current middleweight champion and my second coach. If I had to thank one person for teaching me how to deal with Sukuna, it would be this bastard. Because if I could survive him, I could survive anything. An arrogant, self-centered, stubborn man disguised as an angel incarnate. He was standing there with his stupid minions that followed him around like they were his ducklings.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, mad at his bare presence. From my tone and volume, some fighters stared at the scene.

“Sukuna lets you talk like that? I think you need a muzzle, bitch,” he smirked, as if it was something normal to say.

I wanted to beat him to silence. I let go of the pad with a thud and took off my protective gloves as I approached him to jump him. I was ready to beat the fuck out of him. I didn't care if I got fired, ruined my neck, or got beat to death, I had to get that stupid grin off his face no matter what. I couldn't let him say those kinds of things to me just because.

When I was about to jump out of the ring, Sukuna grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He forced me to stay close to his body, so I could only see his chest. I tried to break free from his grip, but his arm wrapped perfectly around my wait. My body trembled like a Chihuahua ready to bite. I looked him in the eye, asking him to let me handle this, but he ignored me.

“Can you leave my coach out of this?” He asked, clearly annoyed.

“Yours?” Naoya laughed out loud. “She is mine since she gave me her weak ass,” he said with a wide grin full of confidence.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment as soon as he said that. I didn't want Sukuna to find out like that. I wanted to erase him from my life forever, but he always managed to infiltrate like heavy humidity. I couldn't see him, but I knew he had a relaxed posture, his sharp eyes scanning my figure up and down and critiquing my current position.

“I don’t give a shit about what kind of relationship you have, but now, she only listens to me. You better get the fuck out of my gym before I release her so she can beat your ass,” he barked in my defense.

I looked at him in surprise at that answer. His red eyes were calm but determined. He meant every word he said. If Sukuna allowed me to, I could beat him at my pleasure. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity, I would make him very proud.

“Get the fuck out?! I just arrived to introduce myself as your next opponent!” He yelled excitedly. The gym looked at him in shock at the statement, especially me. Sukuna was going to face Naoya for the belt of the light heavyweight category?! “The UFC accepted the fight today. I was so excited that I came all the way to see you! I am a big fan!”

“You already saw me, now fuck off. I won’t repeat myself,” Sukuna asked, surprisingly keeping his composure.

“At least let me say goodbye to my cute wife,” Naoya pouted.

“I am not your wife, motherfucker!” I yelled, turning around suddenly to dispute that fat lie he dropped. Sukuna held me back to not jump him.

“Awww, just like the good old days,” Naoya grinned. “That’s how it is going to be then, see you later…” he turned around to go back from where he came from with his stupid side chicks. “…maybe sooner than you think,” he winked at me before leaving.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists in frustration at not being able to say anything else to her stupid face. I pulled myself out of Sukuna's grasp. We both stood in silence while the others murmured and whispered about the strange encounter. I didn't know how to explain the situation to him, I didn't even want to, but I had to.

“I…”

“I don’t give a shit,” he said before returning my gloves that I tossed earlier. “Let’s get back to work.” I took the gloves, relieved.

“From now on, I won’t teach how to be a floor fighter,” I said as I adjusted my gloves around my fingers. “I will teach you how to kill that motherfucker,” I stated strongly. A wide grin appeared on his proud face.

“You have all my attention now.”

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Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Ryomen Sukuna ♡

He will kill you and eat you.

Lmao jkjk or am i?

With him I guess it's mostly the 'I hate everyone but you' trope. Or probably the 'reincarnated lover' trope.

He can and will harm anyone and everyone who he thinks will take you away. He's too possessive. He once got pissed off at a kid who kept on clinging to you. You had to calm him down.

You take him to meet your parents and he terrorizes them. They are absolutely afraid of this man and have no idea from what depths of hell you pulled him out so you could date him

Your parents call when you're alone and make sure you're not held hostage by him or something. They think he's criminal on loose and is using you to keep the police away. You then explain to them that no, your boyfriend is not a criminal and yes he treats you well and no there are no charges against him (surprisingly)

He planned a dinner date for the two of you once. It was surprisingly good and well planned. You both had fun and when you went home you tried to dance with him in the kitchen.

When I tell you this man sucks at dancing

Long story short: a few of your expensive china was broken and there was soy sauce everywhere because he tripped near the table where it was kept and accidentally swept it

Soooo if you're dating him then you obvio have issues (im sorry)

But you both will work out dont worry! If he really really really really really really loves you then there's no worries. He'll fight for you no matter what and make sure you're happy.

ew Naoya Zen'in ew

why

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colourstreakgryffin · 6 months

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Hello there stranger!

I hope you have a nice day~

Anyway I see you make Naoya so can I request Yandere Naoya with S/O who have personality like giyuu and the gender? well~ be whatever you want to be I don't mind!

And that's all I hope you have a nice day stranger bye-bye 🤸🏻‍♂️

Goddamn, another Naoya request but you know what! I want more JJK requests so thank you, stranger! Also, oooh! A Giyuu! Reader, I like that!

Zen’in Naoya- Toxic River

Naoya, was honestly, so goddamn annoyed by you and your stern, aloof demeanour at first. What’s your damn problem with people? Well, that was he originally thought but now, he likes how reticent and quiet you are

Women should be submissive. But in all honesty, he really likes the challenge of breaking down your guard

Naoya is basically your Shinobu. He constantly annoys you and eggs you on to talk to others but you just stay silent, fuelling his want to break apart your reservedness so he keeps trying, mocking your shyness and playing with you to try get a response

Naoya will drag you around into social situations. You think he cares enough to do what you want? … He’ll partly does! He brings you to a social scenario but he guards you and fends off people who bother you

He is the only one who can bother and bully you since it’s ✨c u t e✨when he does it

Naoya wants you to not be so goddamn closed-off and cold. He won’t hurt you like whoever did hurt you, sure, he may be a bit mean but it’s all playful and it’s all innocent. He doesn’t actually mean any comment he brings up, it’s all to try get you to talk to him

Naoya will, behind your back, fix up your precious mismatched jacket so you won’t cry over it. It’s very important to you for a particular reason he doesn’t know but he doesn’t care that he doesn’t know the origins, he just wishes to make you happy

Naoya may be your biggest loving bully but he doesn’t mean harm. If you cry or if you lash out at him for his comments, he will stop and give you a number of gifts to express his apologises. He wants you to be able to be more comfortable. Don’t push him away

Naoya, for the first time in his life, feels immense guilt when he finds out the reason you try to avoid making friends and bonding with others so intensely. You’ve lost your precious sister and best friend to cursed spirits and you don’t wish to put that “curse” of yours onto anybody

He can’t stand that. Even if he dies, he will come back as a cursed spirit and protect you to the very end

Naoya loves seeing you actually smile and express joy for once. When a plate of simmered salmon with daikon is placed before you, your originally darker eyes light up and you openly beam at him. Naoya feels his heart explode at how adorable you are, it’s fuelled how cute he views you

You’re adorable. You care so much for him and others, seriously. Nobody can have you! You’re his wife now and he will never let anybody have you! Naoya is clinging onto you and won’t ever let go, like you’re his lifeblood and to him, you are his lifeblood

“C’mon, open up. Why be such a dark, bland wall? I’m not that rude. C’mon, I’ll keep poking you if you don’t respond to me”

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komorim · 1 year

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something more

-> naoya x f!reader (kamo!reader)

[ synopsis. ] naoya had a reputation for being misogynistic, and he certainly didn’t believe that he would ever fall in love with the disgusting creatures called women. the only one worthy of his attention was the strongest female sorcerer, a woman who was nearing in skill to gojo satoru himself. yet the attention doesn’t mean he would treat you any better. but he wished he did.

[ content warnings. ] manga spoilers. misogyny. kidnapping. heavy angst. character death. mentions of child abuse. mentions of suicide. mentions of murder. mentions of attempted murder. mentions of torture. mentions of inhumane experiments. mentions of disability. allusions to sex. miscarriage. description of gore. reader is underweight. reader is older than naoya. belated love epiphany. more pain, possibly more than the suna one :)

[ word count. ] 3.7k

[ author’s note. ] wow. this story went from the original 10+ chapter fanfic to a 3 chapter fanfic to a one shot. after so many trial and errors, i finally decided to make this a one shot, even if that means i’ll have to cut some major plot points. the reason being that this story was developed a bit over a year ago, and i’m honestly starting to lose interest in finishing this as a series. well, here it is!

[ previously named: a cracked shell ]

“i’m home,” naoya says as he slides open the door to your shared room. yet he doesn’t find you in there. he’s confused to say the least. even though you had a small fit with him the other day, it wasn’t nothing serious. you would always pretend as if nothing had happened. you were just like that. you didn’t like conflict, so in order to avoid it, you became somewhat of a pushover when it comes to most things.

your boundaries are set very low, and they continue to lower with every violation of them. it was one of the reasons you and naoya could coexist. he wished for an obedient little wife, and although you weren’t obedient per se, your character in its nature was close enough.

you never acted out of line as you were clear of the troublesome headache it would bring you. and naoya was okay with that.

it would be an understatement to say that his expectations for his wife also lowered. the original idea in his mind was that he would marry a docile, mindless woman who would do everything he asked of her without question. and you don’t fit that description. but he’s okay with you.

you, who is a sorcerer strong enough to rival geto and gojo.

it wasn’t a secret that naoya had always admired the strong. and even if it’s a woman, he’ll show some degree of respect to them as long as they’re stronger or on par with himself.

which is why he’s so lenient with you.

he remembers how miserable you looked when he first met you at the kamo estate when he was eight and you were nine.

the only reason he appeared at the kamo estate was that he heard of a secret kamo child that had been recently escorted back to the estate. though he wasn’t the type to come for solely this minor, insignificant purpose. no, he came since he heard the rumors of what you were.

not only had you inherited the kamo technique of blood manipulation, you also had an immense amount of cursed energy within you. though what made you the most special of all was the essence of your cursed energy.

a cursed energy with scent.

and not only did your cursed energy have a scent to it, the scent was odd. it had the ability to put people in a drunken state upon breathing in the fragrance too much. it was truly odd. something like this had never been seen. it was probably why the kamos were so hell-bent on bringing you back to the estate to recognize you as one of their own.

nine year old you was very similar to how you are like now. quiet, appearing to be uninterested in almost everything, and eerie. almost twenty years later of knowing you, he could never pinpoint exactly what it was, but you always seemed off. it was an eerie aspect that made others uncomfortable in your presence. maybe it was a dominating attribute that came with being that strong.

yet what he didn’t understand was why you always looked so miserable. you were so strong that you could destroy a city and possibly more if you wished. but you were never happy. eight year old naoya thought that if he was that gifted, he’d never have a bad day in his life. maybe it’s because you were born a girl that you are unable to be happy. after all, the elders always spoke of how unlucky it is to be a girl.

that was the first time he met you. only being able to get a glance of your face in a open room. the next time he saw you was at the goodwill event. you appeared to be the same as before. you didn’t speak much, you still looked miserable and unbothered, and you still had that eerie feeling about you.

around this time, naoya had been raised by the zenins’ misogynistic ideals for so long that he has also adopted them himself. and even if he knew that your current abilities can rival even the two most powerful jujutsu sorcerers, you were just a woman. you were born with the right, immense power, but the wrong gender. you were bound to one day become someone’s wife one day, confined to the chains of marriage and the duties of a woman.

your talent and power will succumb to nothing. it’ll all be useless.

maybe that’s when he first started hating you. he envied you for having the power he could not. his eyes grew red at the thought that a woman had received the main inherited jujutsu technique of the kamo clan when he himself only inherited a sub technique of the zenin. he feels frustrated that you have all this power and he’ll never be able to see its full potential since you’re a woman that’s destined to be in a house and nowhere else.

maybe that’s why he was desperate to hunt you down during the goodwill event. he was desperate to prove himself better. he couldn’t stand being weak compared to someone who’s power will become useless one day anyways.

but he lost. zenin naoya had lost. it was humiliating really; the way you barely looked at him as you successfully constrained him, proceeding to leave without a care in the world.

he had felt a new kind of sensation that day. a strong urge to see what kind of faces you can make other than that miserable, unbothered expression.

so when he found out from his father later on that you’ve been engaged to him, he found it perfect. he’ll have the rest of eternity to make you say something, feel something more than hopelessness. you could tell that his preference for said feeling would be suffering, but it’s not like he ever succeeded, so you didn’t pay his unwell intentions much thought anyways.

it was at this point when he finally found out why you always looked miserable. after all, the least he could do as your fiancé was get to know you, albeit you didn’t want him to.

when he heard about your life so far, he laughed a bit. you’re so strong and yet you couldn’t prevent any of the tragic events in your life. the elders were right. a woman like you was destined to live out an unlucky life. but maybe yours was a bit too unfair, even by naoya’s opinion.

secret child born to loving parents, you had been raised without the kamos’ knowledge. at the age of nine, shortly before naoya first met you, an escort had appeared at the peaceful apartment you lived at and supposedly murdered your father. your mother fell into hysteria and blamed your existence for the death of her only love. she looked at you with hatred, with the intent to kill her only child. and when she regained some sense of logic, she would hold you closely and cry. he bets that this on and off behavior you endured also dried you up emotionally. and apparently your mother too, for she committed suicide in her room less than a year later.

before doing so, she didn’t forget to smash a rock onto your head. either trying to take you with her or trying to enact some revenge for the love of her life he doesn’t know. but what he does know is that the damage caused absolutely destroyed your right ear.

irreparable loss of hearing.

however unlikely, it was probably the hearing of your tragic childhood that made naoya show you a bit of kindness after the marriage. he showed some form of respect for you, the one who survived such a past and also you, the one stronger than himself.

you had also noticed this. how he wasn’t exactly like how the rumors depicted him. but you paid no mind, as he still treated you as lesser than. it was to be expected. and although the younger you would scowl at the disrespect shown by someone younger than you, the current you couldn’t care less.

you were only a wife to naoya for one reason. to escape being assigned as the next clan leader.

you could never take that position. not when you saw how the kamo clan had crushed your family. not when you saw how noritoshi hated you for receiving the attention of the elders. you knew about the boy. his mother being a mistress made his standing in the clan awkward. and you knew how much he needed to be the next clan leader in order to reunite with his mother.

so you allowed him to take the position of heir. you declined as your uncle, the clan leader, tried several times to make you the heir. you knew why he treated the two of you so differently. one was the only child of his only little sister, the last blood relation to her on this world, and the other was simply a mistress’s son, albeit his own.

but you couldn’t destroy a family the way he destroyed yours. you didn’t want to watch as noritoshi falls into despair like you. so even when your uncle pressured you with the choice or either marriage or heir, you confidently chose to be married off.

and what a choice it was.

from day one of being zenin y/n, you already disliked the atmosphere of the zenin household. but alas, it was the place where you would be living for probably the rest of your life.

and when the year passed by and you still had no sign of child, the zenin naobito had attempted to have you divorced.

least to say naoya was furious when he heard. why? because he finally had the second strongest sorcerer chained to his side. how was he supposed to just willingly give you up? but he and yourself both know what the cause for your lack of child was.

the fact that naoya refused to touch you.

it’s not like you minded. you had no emotions for your husband; you couldn’t care less if he had someone pleasuring him outside. in fact, you’d probably be better off if he did.

but that wasn’t the reason naoya didn’t want to lay a finger on you. suprisingly, he had more than just one single reason.

one of which was that he still didn’t want to be so intimate with such a lowly creature, a woman. but he needed an heir and he knew this well. actually, it would be best to have his heir be birthed by you. the possibility of your child inheriting some of your incredibly unnecessary cursed energy, or better yet, inheriting your unique scent would be splendid.

but the most important reason was that your body most likely couldn’t handle it. not to mention the mental toll that your past and even the duration you were a sorcerer had on you, you had a more concerning issue. you turned sickly after overexerting yourself during the time at jujutsu high. and although he shouldn’t care so much for a mere woman’s life, he knew that you were different, and he couldn’t afford to lose such a valuable asset like yourself.

he’s seen how pregnancy does a woman over, and as much as no one would believe it, he doesn’t want that to happen to you. either for his own selfish reasons, or for the reason he dreads, the reality was that he was contempt with not having an heir in the mean time.

so divorcing you? absolutely out of the question.

if his father used not having any emotional attachment as an excuse to tear you away from him, he would create that emotional attachment. fake or not, he won’t have anyone thinking of making him divorce you.

so he pushed himself. he pushed himself to treat you as a decent human being, and pushed himself to buy gifts for you when he’s out, going out of his comfort zone to try and pleasure you.

he allowed you and gojo to continue writing letters to each other. although he’s still sick to the stomach knowing his wife is conversing with another man, he knows that ever since you had been more in touch with your childhood friend, your mood became better.

and finally, on your second year of being married to naoya, he was finally able to see a genuine smile grace upon your lips.

it was the wish he had when him and you were still engaged and not yet married. the wish that you could display an expression different than that of your normal, unbothered one.

and it was beautiful.

he knew you were a looker since the day he first met you. and maybe that’s a subconscious reason why he always wished you could show some more emotion. but seeing your actual smile was so much different. it’s almost as if he’s been blind all his life and finally saw light.

and as much as he wants to deny it, maybe he did have a growing place in his heart for you.

so why are you now missing when things were just starting to get better? it wasn’t long after when he first shared a kiss with you and the two of you started acting more like a married couple, and now you’re nowhere to be seen?

naoya first reached out to gojo within two hours of you not being home, and when the white haired man responded with he didn’t know where you were either, naoya almost lost his mind.

she’ll be okay, he thinks to himself. but another voice in his head reminds him of how you’re not in a state to fight. weirdly your physical state has deteriorated the past few days, and you turned into a even more sickly condition.

it isn’t until the next day when he confirms with hayashi, your personal servant, that you haven’t returned during the night does he really lose it.

weird too. hayashi was saved by you as a child, and follows you around ever since to repay you. he’d never leave your side, so why is he still in the estate and you’re not?

hayashi responds to the question with how you were invited out by a letter, and he wasn’t able to see the sender.

it was a dead end.

quite a few months pass by before naoya finally hears about you. by this time, naoya has thinned down quite a bit and also looked abnormally pale. probably from the lack of sleep or the lost of appetite. or both.

and what he heard from gojo made sick to the stomach, so much that he wished to throw up even though his stomach was empty.

you were found.

the bad news? you were found bloodied and very much dead. you were found rotting.

and although gojo was wearing sunglasses that covered his eyes, anyone could tell the way this affected him through the crack in his voice as he struggles to continue on. after all, he already lost a best friend, and now he had just lost his childhood friend; he lost the one that he swore to protect since your parents failed to do so.

not much information was exchanged after the initial news was delivered, for it pained gojo too much to describe the horrendous scene in which you were found in. but he did take naoya to the scene shortly after he delivered one last piece of news that was sure to shatter naoya.

you were pregnant.

naoya wasn’t all that surprised. in the last few months in which you were missing, he thought of you a lot. how you looked paler, sicklier than usual. how you were more sensitive than usual.

and because of his guess, he had treated you much better than before. he knew how you used to get suspended from jujutsu high for being overly cruel when some curse user would overstep your boundaries. and although your sharp edges dulled over the years, he was still afraid you’d have even a sliver of thought to abort it. and he couldn’t let that happen.

but you probably didn’t know yourself.

“we’re here,” gojo announces.

he bids naoya well before waiting outside the warehouse. he already saw it once, and he couldn’t bear to see it again.

naoya braces himself before slowly walking inside. the interior of the warehouse seemed very normal. it looked like a warehouse for scientific research. there were lab tables, and giant fluid cases. the only thing out of the ordinary he noticed was how dirty everything was. there were many blood stains, but he convinced himself that it was too rusty and old to be yours.

as he walks further, that was when he saw it. the small hidden door in the far back. the door was unnecessarily heavy, seeming to made out of hard iron.

even if it was his first time being here, even if he can’t see what’s beyond the door, he knows what’s about to appear before his eyes.

and he dreads it.

but he still pushes open the door that has already been forced open once. it was easy, seeing how the lock had been destroyed completely. but what wasn’t easy was the capacity to handle everything that he saw.

cruel tools that his imagination can help show him what their uses were. red colored stains on the floor and counters. pieces of meat each around the size of a finger littered around the damp and suffocating room.

syringes. tubes of medicine. medical equipment. chains and shackles. bandages, both used and new. disposed pieces of surgeon uniforms, all covered in blood and a weirdly colored substance.

it didn’t take a psychic to know what had happened here. it didn’t take an actor to imagine the performance that undergone here.

the performance of torture. the act of experimenting on a living human being.

naoya’s trembling although he doesn’t notice it. he comprehends the emotions inside him bubbling as anger that someone had dared to lay their hands on what was his. but the truth was that this unfamiliar feeling he had was despair. something his pitiful wife was familiar with, but something he had only now acquainted.

despair over the fact that all this equipment was used on you and despair over the fact that when you were in pain and suffering, he couldn’t do anything about it.

he slowly walks over to the small bed in the corner of the room. he noticed the blood stains on the sheets and the shackles on the headboard and footboard. most of all, he noticed he noticed the small shard piece covered in blood. he knew why it was covered in blood although no one told him.

it was probably what you had used to end your life.

he stares at it with a blank face, and he eventually reached out to grab it, grief and frustration causing him to clench the shard so hard he sees red. but it doesn’t hurt.

it’s nothing compared to the atrocities you endured.

you were missing for months. he had been informed that your death report showed that you had only died a few days ago. to imagine that you had to suffer from these cruelties for months; the only thing in his mind was how strong you were.

he turns around to walk back out. to see you again. he deemed that it was worthless to stay here any longer.

as he was leaving the room that housed your pain, he saw it. the thick notebook filled with notes and scribbles of the things done to you.

from cutting away pieces of you to examine your genetic makeup, to attempting to force the day of labor so they could research his child; every word written was horrendous.

the contents journaling the day it was discovered that you were pregnant were drastically different than before.

at first it was just terrifying experiments performed on you to determine why you had an intoxicating scent to your cursed energy, but then when they couldn’t find anything out, they wanted to try to copy the trait completely. through what? the child you were harboring.

as naoya flipped through more and more pages, he saw how they took their research further and further. and as things failed again and again, their methods only became more inhumane.

when he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he threw the notebook behind him harshly, hearing a violent thump shortly after. he met up with gojo outside the warehouse and notices how his eyes were somewhat red.

when he brought naoya to your body, that was when both men couldn’t take it anymore.

your originally sickly features looked even worse. you had grown paler and you looked like you had starved for every day you were missing. all that was left of you was skin and bones. there were bruises on your skin, littering almost everywhere the eye can see. the ones on your wrists and ankles naoya knew were from the shackles confining you, and the others on your body seemed to be wounds still unable to fully heal.

you, who hated becoming dirty, lay there with dried blood and dirt on your body. your skin had turned gray and you felt colder than ice. yet naoya still held your hand, trying to warm it up like he had done so before.

but he knew it was fruitless. you couldn’t possess body warmth anymore, and you had no need for it either.

but as he holds your hand with both of his own, what he doesn’t know—what haunts his mind—is the question of did you wish for him to come to your rescue when you had passed day by day and week by week in that tiny little room.

were you disappointed as days passed and he still hadn’t come?

or did you think he wouldn’t come? did you doubt his love for you and think he wouldn’t care if you were there by his side or not? did you think you were replaceable?

but the fact is that you weren’t. albeit how badly he showed it, he knew he couldn’t lose you.

he smiles bitterly as he pressed his lips to your cold forehead and thinks. maybe the possessiveness he held for you had a different meaning. he realizes that even if he denied to everyone that he didn’t love you, maybe he did.

but it’s too late now. he only knew now. he’s only now understood what it was that he felt when you left. you probably also never knew.

after all, you left without giving him a chance to tell you.

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❉ in a long-distance relationship ↳ w/ Nanami & Naoya (separate)

a/n: getting into my clown car because originally i was planning to write this for four characters in total, then i blinked and suddenly i had written over 2k words in headcanons and drabbles and decided to call it a day. i personally want to thank Nanami and Naoya for representing the both flawless and horrendous ends of the spectrum regarding my taste in fictional men ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

contains: headcanons are sfw & gn!reader, drabbles are ns.fw & afab!reader. i'll put individual warnings before each drabble later in the text.

word count: 2.3k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

the driest texter known to man

it’s not like Nanami won’t think of you and text you throughout the day, it’s more that his texts read as if they’re coming from your tax consultant rather than from the love of your life

“Arrived at the accommodation. Room is very clean. About to head out for work, will call you later tonight. Love you, K. PS: Heard Lawson has cabbage on sale this week.”

he’s never beating the old man allegations

it’s an obstacle that yours and his work often requires you both to travel and spend time apart, but to Nanami, once committed, long distance was never a reason for things not to work out between you

he keeps his promises and calls when he said he would, he sends you flowers when he can’t bring them back home in person and he orders you food when you’re having a rough day, staying on the phone with you while you eat and letting you vent if you need to

when he misses you (which he always does), he lets you know. no matter how far apart, Nanami would never make you doubt if you’re on his mind and in his heart

often he’d send you photos of his lunch or local specialities, sometimes photos from the local pigeons too when they’d pick up the crumbs of his sandwich at his feet

“Those two seem inseparable. Made me think of us. Miss your voice, will call you tonight. What are you having for lunch? Careful when you cut the cabbage.”

at night, after another draining day of fighting curses, the only thing keeping Nanami going is the prospect of hearing your voice over the speaker

he will close his eyes and imagine you snuggled up in bed while talking to him, waiting for him to come home, and oh, how badly he wants to be by your side and never let you go

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), phone sex, panty sniffing, masturbation (with said panties), dirty talk, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), mention of: brat taming, mirror sex and hair pulling

“Sorry, love. Were you asleep already?”

Nanami’s voice is quiet, almost like an apology for calling you this late. He knows you’re always staying up and fighting your sleepiness, despite him telling you not to wait for him—he’s grateful you do though, because hearing your voice is the one thing that will get him through each day, no matter how long it drags on.

“Mhm, not quite yet,” you mumble into your phone and smile at the sound of his voice. “‘m all cozy in bed though, it still smells like you. Only missing your warmth.”

Nanami laughs quietly at the other end of the line. He has no problems imagining you right now, having the big bed you bought together all for yourself but still curling up on his side of the mattress, where his scent still lingers. He hums softly.

“That was quite the surprise I found in my pocket this morning.”

You hear some rustling sounds and a pair of pants getting unzipped, and the grin on your face widens. Putting your phone on speaker, you set it down on the pillow next to you and roll over on your back, feeling more awake now.

“Well? Did you like it?”, you coo.

“Loved it.”

The panties you slipped into Nanami’s jacket before he left are now dangling from his finger in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He picked them out for you a while ago and now you were simply returning the favor, knowing how lonely it can get on a solo mission. He closes his big fist around them and brings them to his face, inhaling your musk and making him groan quietly. His cock aches in his boxers, precum staining them slightly, but he doesn’t touch himself yet.

“God, I miss you,” he mutters after catching another whiff of your worn panties. “Want to taste you so badly, love. When I get home, I’ll have you sit on my face till your legs give out.”

You chuckle at the prospect of it. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Did you touch yourself with my panties?”, you ask in a sultry voice and you can hear Nanami growl a little at the other end of the line.

“I’m doing it right now,” he replies in a husky voice, having his bottoms hastily pulled down his thighs and now fisting his cock with your panties wrapped around it. The fabric feels soft and expensive, and the thought of how they clung to your cunt when you soaked through them has his mind spinning circles.

“Good. I want to hear you cum,” you whisper, closing your eyes for a better imagination. “Tell me what you want to do with me when you’re back home.”

Nanami pumps his fat cock with one hand, the other holding his phone to his ear. He’s sprawled out in an armchair, head in the back of his neck, his eyes shut as well. His breath comes out raggedly.

“Gonna fill your pretty little cunt to the brim,” he mumbles. “Tongue, fingers, cock. Everything. Whatever you beg for, I’ll give it to you. Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll have it ruin your panties for days, but you’d like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” you mewl at the other end of the line, kicking back the sheets and spreading your legs to touch yourself to his words. Your fingers reached nowhere as deep as Nanami's, but it was better than nothing.

“Gonna bend you over and fuck you on every flat surface in our house,” he rasps. “In front of the big mirror too, so you can see the faces you make when you cum on my cock. Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re milking me. As if you’re trying to remember the shape of my cock forever. Made for me, only me. And if you’re gonna be a brat, which I know you will, I’ll stuff your mouth with your panties and pull your hair till I fucked some obedience into you.”

Nanami groans; he is so close. Damn, if only you were here for him to bury himself in the warmth of your cunt. Your whimpering at the other end of the line and your panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps himself are enough to send him tumbling over the edge, a supernova of pent up lust and frustration unleashing within him. The silken fabric soaks up all of his cum, sticky and hot against his skin. He made a mess, but cleaning up was for later.

“You good, love?”, he asks in a raspy voice and can’t help but smile at the sound of your heavy breathing.

“Came so hard I saw stars a little,” you confess over the speaker and snicker. You’ll definitely have to change the sheets before Nanami gets home. As if you two wouldn’t ruin them anyway.

“Good, good,” he laughs. “Now sleep, dear, I kept you up for too long. I’ll be home tomorrow night, okay? Can’t wait to kiss you.”

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀

Naoya hates being apart from you and he doesn’t understand why you take on missions that require you to leave the Zen’in estate aka him

in his eyes, as his spouse there’s no need for you to work at all, you should just stay at home with him or accompany him on his business trips

he can and he will yap about this while you pack your bags, while he drives you to the train station (he insists to escort you there himself), while carrying your luggage and even between goodbye kisses. seriously, this man never learned how to shut up in his entire life

the night prior, Naoya had made sure to leave plenty of hickeys all over your body, as a reminder who you belong to

he’s clearly bored out of his mind without you around, your phone blowing up with text and voice messages from him, demanding your unrestricted attention and getting pouty when you don’t immediately reply to him

it’s not like Naoya is jealous or worried that you’d see someone else behind his back–his ego is too big to consider this even a possibility

he’s simply the undefeated champion in the pain in the ass competition

he’ll act nonchalant when you call him once you’re back at your hotel, trying to sound as if he wasn’t pacing restlessly around all day until his phone finally lit up with your name on display

asking you about your day comes second, first you’ll have to listen to him whining how much it sucks without you around and that this’ll be the last time that he’s allowing you as your husband to go on a solo mission (he’s ignoring your unrestrained laughter about it), and that you’ll have to think of something to make it up to him on your way home which will be in 3 days, 11 hours and 27 minutes (he’s counting)

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), video call sex, dirty talk, masturbation, praise kink, mention of spitting, sweet talking Naoya into submission, he has nipple piercings in this one, Naoya being his own warning

“Seriously? You couldn’t wait three seconds to at least show me your face before flipping the camera to your dick?”

You lie on your stomach in a hotel bed that’s way too big for you alone, fresh out of the shower, glancing down at your phone in your hand. After a long day of fighting an extremely nasty curse, you crave nothing more than rubbing one out to the voice of your husband and passing out immediately afterwards. Your hips grind lazily into a pillow between your legs, feeling that familiar throb, while Naoya on the other end strokes himself on display as slowly, his thumb drawing circles over his leaking tip. His moans are slightly muffled over the speaker.

“Can’t help it, babe, I’ve been like this all day, aching for ya. Had my cock throbbing even at family dinner. Been thinking about nothing other than stuffing all of yer greedy holes. Just look–”

The movements of the video get a bit shaky when he fists his cock, pumping himself at a leisurely pace. You’ve memorized every vein of his cock, feeling your mouth water a little at the sight of it. While Naoya wasn’t a size king, he had the girth and you vividly remember how he knocked the air out of your lungs when he pounded you into the mattress for the very first time. You roll your hips some more, chasing for the right friction to get you off, the camera still aimed at your face.

“Then gimme a show at least,” you whine and put on a small pout which you know Naoya can never resist. If there’s anything Naoya loves, then it’s attention and praise, and he is way too easy to bait into whatever could offer him that.

“Oh, ‘m gonna give yer a show, baby. Gonna make ya regret not being here with me. I’d have ya drooling all over my cock if yer were here with me now,” he rattles. “Would spit in yer mouth, that’s how ya like it, dontcha?”

The display turns dark and blurry for a moment, and you can practically feel the excitement from the other end of the line when Naoya props his phone up against something to have his hands free. He is so obedient at times, yet he would hate to hear that. For the first time today you get a glimpse of his face now, the pink of his tongue poking out slightly between his lips, his hakama pants hanging unfastened from his hips, his cock resting heavy on his thigh when he leans back.

“The shirt, too,” you demand. “Take it off.”

“Nah, too many buttons,” Naoya huffs and grips his cock again, making sure to angle it just right at the camera. Oh, how he wished you were on your knees before him right now. All the ways he’d mess you up.

“Then pull it up at least. C’mon, put it in your mouth like I do it for you sometimes,” you coax him in your sweetest, sultriest voice. “I know you can be a good boy for me.”

Naoya’s hips yerk up slightly at the praise and he lets out a shaky breath, clearly trying to restrain himself from coming too fast. His resilience is crumbling so easily at the sight of your pretty face and he hastily grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, biting down on it to keep the fabric from sliding down again. One nice side effect of this was that with his mouth stuffed, he would shut up for once.

“Mmm, yes. That’s it, so good, aren’t you?” you coo and have Naoya gripping his cock tighter, his movements getting sloppy. His abs contracted with every jerk of his hand, and soon he was whining and panting, legs spread apart so beautifully for your perfect view.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”, you ask while grinding against your pillow, mesmerized by the sight on your display. Seeing a man like Naoya falter so easily at your words alone has you feeling a certain kind of arousal, pooling right in your stomach.

It makes you want to wreck him entirely.

Naoya nods and whimpers, using his free hand to play with his nipple piercing, all while his other pumps himself into a higher sphere. His hips are bucking and precum is drooling from his pink tip, making a mess out of him and amplifying the lewd sounds.

He doesn’t last long, and when he cums thick white ropes fall onto his stomach, his mouth hanging agape. His cheeks are flushed and he mewls while he keeps stroking himself, milking every last drop out of him while chanting your name in a needy voice.

This. This might be your favorite sight ever.

“Such a good boy. So good for me. Now bend over for me, hm? Show’s not over yet.”

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tojicity · 2 years

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summary: naoya gets a haircut and wants his wife’s validation

warnings: fluff, fem!reader, reader gets called wife, established marriage, reader and naoya love each other, reader strokes naoya’s ego, a tiny mention of sex, a kiss at the end

a/n: my sweet little naoya i love u i love ur hair i love everything abt u lemme be ur cute lil wife (〃ω〃) leave some feedback if u wan’ hehe.. definitely not proofread pls lmk if u find a mistake…..

naoya strutted into the kitchen with his chest puffed out, ignoring the bows and ‘hello naoya-sama’s’ of his servants, because he knew that’s where he’d find you.

and he did find you, hunching over a recipe book with one of the servants, talking about something he couldn’t care less about. “you’re back early, naoya-sama.” you greeted your husband with a quick bow, before averting your attention back to the woman in front of you again.

you knew he didn’t have to work that day, but he told you he had some errands to run and to not be so needy when you pouted and asked him to stay home today. but you had expected him to take longer.

naoya was disappointed by your lack of attention. he wanted you to look at him. notice his haircut. shower him in compliments and tell him that you were lucky to have such a handsome husband. and he’d agree, though he would never admit that he also felt lucky to have a wife as beautiful as you were.

but you didn’t. instead you kept talking about some stupid recipe with some stupid servant and didn’t give him your stupid attention.

the man huffed and started to pretend that he was getting something out of the fridge, all while peeking at you from the corner of his eye, hoping you’d get curious and finally look at him. but negative.

when naoya cleared his throat, you didn’t think anything of it and kept your happy smile on your lips while you were gesturing with your hands, explaining something he couldn’t understand.

but when he cleared his throat again, louder, you turned to finally look at him. and he felt his heart drop and his childish, hidden, excitement drop when your eyes widened a little upon finally taking in his appearance. a few seconds passed, you two just staring at each other, until the servant noticed the shift in atmosphere and excused herself with a respectful bow and a ‘i need to go get something’ before she quickly left the kitchen.

“naoya.. did you get a haircut?” you suddenly giggled. his black tips were barely visible now. and while you knew he had wanted to get it cut for a while now, complaining everytime his hair got in his face when he was mercilessly thrusting into you from above, or when he was exorcising curses, or when he was eating, he hadn’t let you know he was getting it done that day.

“yeah. whatever” he huffed, as if he hadn’t been acting ridiculous just now so you’d finally notice it. he had been pretty pleased with it, but now he wasn’t so sure anymore. his ego deflated, and he felt his mood get worse. but why should he even care what a woman thought of his change in appearance, he thought.

you kept giggling and he was about to tell you off, until you closed the gap between you by taking a few steps forward and put your hands on his cheeks. the frown on his face disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, and you felt his shoulders loosen up.

he thought he was discreet. the way he would always relax under your touch. when you washed his hair in the shower. when you held him in your arms after some family member of his disheartened him. but you noticed. yet, you never mentioned it, because you knew his pride would get hurt.

“‘t looks good” you hummed, feeling bold enough to run your hair through your husbands hair, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss the little pout on his lips away, but you also knew that anyone could walk in any moment, and naoya hated being affectionate to you, or even decent, in front of anyone.

“got such a handsome husband” you kept purring with a sweet smile on your lips, and his pout turned into a confident smirk, and his chest puffed up with pride again and he decided to care about what a woman thought about his change of appearance.

“i know.” one of your hands came to rest on his neck, playing with the hair on his nape there. “good looking, and so smart, and so strong” you sighed contently, running your other hand down his strong bicep which you felt tense under your touch, until you were holding his hand, intertwining your fingers before leaving featherlight kisses on the back of his hand.

“you got really lucky in the partner department” he teased. and also in the looks department, because you were the most beautiful woman he had laid his eyes on. and also, in the personality department. because who other than someone with the personality of an angel would stick up with him. not that he’d ever tell you, though.

a quiet chuckle escaped your lips, and he had to focus to not let a loving smile spread across his face upon hearing it. “i guess i did” you replied. and when you looked up from your intertwined hands to his face, he was already shamelessly staring at you.

“do you think you’re lucky too?” you teased him with a knowing smile. you were aware that naoya would never outright tell you he loved you, or express his appreciation in ways other people did, but you know he cared for you and loved you.

“how could i not?” he lowly whispered without missing a beat, pulling you closer by your intertwined hands. and he didn’t care if someone walked in or not, because he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you softly right there, no matter who could walk in.

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WITH TIME | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con. Dub con. Abusive relationship. Forced pregnancy Spanking. Loss of virginity. Violence against reader. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. 18+ A/N: Part 4!! Please I've added a few more tags this one so please read them. My girl is going through it. one more part to go. there is a mention of a character from part 2, just in case you don't know who it is.

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This wasn’t love.

You couldn’t allow yourself to believe that this wasn’t some twisted version of hell that Naoya kept you in.

He drilled it into your brain, not through words, but through actions. Ever since he had brutally taken you in his bed two months ago, he was no longer prepared to show any restraint towards you.

What he wanted, he got. You were a means to an end to him in all respects and he made it clear as he abused your body over and over again. He would wait till you were a whimpering mess, not showing any affection towards you, until he knew you were on the brink of becoming numb, then he’d show a slither of kindness.

You knew the game he was playing but yet everytime you caved in and you were only starting to realise why.

It was when you found yourself swallowing down sobs, burying your face into the sheets next to him as you tried to calm yourself down, that you finally caught on.

Naoya’s fingers were slow as they started to graze your back, running against the soft skin as he tried to hush you. He took his time with it, watching how you reacted to each of subtle touches until he managed to circle his arm around your waist, yank your body back into his with your back pressed against his chest. Then he’d pepper kisses along the side of your face, trying to calm you down in some way.

After days of no affection, him barely talking to you and degrading your self worth to nothing, he would give you the finest speck of kindness. He knew you’d be desperate for it at that point, craving anything from him to make yourself feel somewhat sane. So of course you caved, relaxing into his touch and blabbering apologies to him.

But today you didn’t even know whether to speak, unsure if an apology was the right thing to say. Instead you just rolled over and into him, pressing your face against his chest for the smallest bit of comfort.

“You’re okay,” Naoya hushed, fingers threading through your hair as he gently massaged your scalp. “Hmmm.”

The feel of him pressed against you had your stomach churning again, vomit rising up your throat. You couldn’t help it as you pushed yourself off the bed, sprinting for the toilet just to make it in time.

It's recently turned into a regular occurrence for you to vomit after sex. It was as if your body was rejecting him, or it was slowly breaking down until it no longer functioned anymore.

You didn’t want to be sick, honestly.

You were terrified of how it may be offending Naoya to see you in such a state. Most of the time he just seemed disgusted by it, rolling his eyes every time he saw you retreat into the bathroom.

However, today was different as he crouched beside you, hand rubbing up and down your spine.

“I’ve arranged an appointment for the doctor to come see you,” Naoya said, pulling the strands of hair out of your face. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll get someone to bring you some clothes to wear?”

You nodded, croaking out a small, “Thank you.”

“Got to take care of my wife,” he insisted.

You turned to him then, trying to muster a smile but it was hard to force it as you looked up at him.

A lazy smirk drew across his face like he knew something you didn’t.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

All you could do was muster a nod in response.

You were trembling, your hands barely holding up as it covered your tear stained face.

The mixture of emotions you felt, were overwhelming and you struggled as you fought with yourself to keep your cries at bay.

But as your hand hovered over your bloated stomach, unable to even graze over the skin, you sucked in a whimper again.

You didn’t want to cry anymore. You were bored sick of crying all the time.

There was no other reaction you could muster.

Even as rage filled you at the thought of Naoya Zenin’s demon child growing in your stomach, you were too scared to act out on it.

“Wife.”

Too busy fighting with yourself to control your emotions, you hadn’t even realised Naoya creeping up behind you. Not till his breath was fanning against your ear and his hands were forcing you to turn around to face him.

“Hiding from me?” Naoya questioned, pressing a finger under your chin to direct your attention to him.

“No,” you shook your head, biting on your lip as you sniffed. “It’s just a lot.”

Naoya nodded, tension releasing from his body as he cupped your face.

You were taken back at his thumbs wiping at your tears but didn’t fight against it.

“It’s okay,” Naoya hummed, voice soft and a complete contradiction to his character over the last few weeks. “I get it, I do.”

You can’t help but gaze up at him through your wet lashes, lips quivering as you allow him to comfort you.

“I’ve been hard on you.” You swallowed at this, not sure what he was getting at. “But you’re my wife and now that you’re carrying my child-” His hand rests over your stomach “-I will do right by you.”

His words were meant to be reassuring but as his lips pressed against your forehead, you felt anything but reassured.

As time drew on, your stomach finally started to show what you were desperate to deny.

What had taken you by surprise the most had been your reaction to it. The way you looked back at yourself in the mirror, hand running over the swelling as you stared in awe.

Naoya appeared behind you, pressing his chest against your back, hand coming to rest on top of yours. His eyes trailed your skin, humming to himself as he grinned at the sight of you. Until his eyes caught the faded bruise wrapped around your wrist, eyes softening as his finger touched it.

“I need to be more careful,” he whispered, as if he was speaking to himself.

But then his gaze caught yours, eyes darkening as his lips reached down to graze yours.

“My fragile woman,” he mumbled into your lips, hands sliding down over the curves of your body. “Mine, mine, mine…” He continuously repeated, till he was gently pushing you over the sink, dick hard and wanting as it pressed into the crack of your ass cheek.

And when he sunk into you for the first time that day, something entirely new possessed you, repeating his words back to him as you moaned into his lips, “Yours. Only yours.”

You had never imagined life with Naoya to be like this. Each month of pregnant life things seemed to be getting easier and seven months in you felt like you could find some semblance of happiness in this.

Naoya was gentle with you, treating you like a fragile vase that was one wrong move away from breaking and you liked it.

You liked how he doted on you in the morning, pressing soft kisses over your skin to wake you before work. You liked how he called during his work day, just ready to listen to your voice as you told him the most mundane things of your day. You liked the way he pressed you into the mattress, fingers digging into your thighs as he buried himself inside of you.

He fucked you like he wanted to impregnante you all over again. As if there wasn’t full certainty that his seed had taken, even though you were rounder than the moon underneath him.

But you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It left you with a feeling that he genuinely cared about you, that you were more than just some mare for him to breed. As if you were his wife, possibly close to his equal.

As his fingers danced across your collarbone, fiddling with the dainty necklace he had presented you an hour ago, you felt that feeling heating your skin all over again.

“You look beautiful,” he told you, kissing the subtle skin under your ear. “You ready?”

“Yes,” you gleamed up at him, pressing your lips to his quickly, before wiping any residue of your gloss away.

“I can’t wait for everyone to properly see you.”

His fingers interlocked with yours, guiding you to all the people that had been gathered to celebrate your pregnancy.

Naoya only took his hand from yours to place it on the curve of your back, rubbing soothing circles as many members of the clan greeted you. Most of the men and women were ecstatic to see you both, cooing at the sight of your stomach and asking a million questions.

You separated from each other an hour or two in, your mother taking you into a corner with a few other women as they all pressed their hand against your stomach.

“You have felt some movement?” your mother questioned, eyebrows furrowed at you.

“Yes.” you nodded with a half-hearted smile, starting to grow tired of the attention. “I think he’s just asleep.”

“You’d think with all these people around he wouldn’t be able to sleep,” another voice chimed in.

You didn’t recognise the voice at first, not bothering to look either as you replied, “He is normally awake when his father is around, if I’m being honest.” You turned your head, turning to a familiar face you hadn’t seen in over a year.

Familiar blue eyes stared back into yours, lips curving up into a smile as she waved.

“Hana,” you gasped.

“Congratulations.” She raised her glass at you, lips forming into a tight line after taking a sip.

“Could I have a moment alone?” You turned to your mother, wide eyes pleading with her.

With only a little bit of hesitation she stood up, dragging the other women with her until they were a bit of a distance away.

“How have you been?” You went back to Hana, shifting in your seat to make room for her.

“I think I should be asking you that.” She took the seat beside you, both of you looking at the floor in front of you. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m sure a lot has happened to the both of us since we last saw each other,” you told her, trying to open up the conversation to a topic other than you.

“I find it very strange seeing you like this.” There was a sadness in her voice as if she was disappointed.

“I never imagined I’d be like this either. It’s all new to me.”

“I imagine it’s quite odd.”

“In a way, unfamiliar but also… it feels right. Like it’s meant to be and everything seems to be falling into place so naturally.”

She laughed humorlessly at this.

“What?” Your eyes glanced over at her.

“It feels right with him,” she whispered this, clearly not wanting anyone to overhear her.

You noticed your husband sitting to the other side of the garden, most of the clans attention on him as they chatted amongst them. As if he could feel your eyes on him, he looked up with a wide smile and a nod.

One that had the tips of your ears burning pink, teeth biting on your lip as you answered your old friend, “Yes, it does.”

“You’re joking right.”

Your gaze turned back to her at this, seeing the look of disgust clearly on her face.

“Him?”

“It’s not been easy,” you were truthful, placing a hand against your stomach. “It was hard-”

“You hated him,” she hissed.

“That is in the past. We were children then.”

“Things don’t change that quickly.”

“It hasn’t been quick, you think I’ve always been this happy.”

“I’m just trying to understand.” Her hand reached out for yours, holding it. “Why him?”

Not all of us have a choice, you wanted to scream at her.

But you knew those words would reach back to Naoya and you couldn’t risk your emotions getting the best of you now.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised, tearing your hand away from hers. “But I am allowed to want this for myself. I’m allowed to be happy in this.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Everything okay?” Your husband’s voice spoke, a scowl on his face as he looked down at the woman next to you.

“Can you help me to the bathroom?” You asked, holding out your hand for him to take.

“Of course.” His hand reached behind you, helping you up as he pulled you into him.

You took one last glance behind you, Hana not even looking your way as she kicked the grass underneath her.

“If you want me to get rid of her, all you have to do is say,” Naoya told you.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” you said, a hint of a giggle in your tone. “But thank you.”

Naoya found you in the kitchen hours later, dressed in a robe that barely covered you.

You had long taken off the outfit and makeup from earlier, slipping into comfort as you let your hair messily hang down your back. You were brewing some tea for the both of you, in your own world when your husband crept up behind you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a large sniff as you tried to recover from your thumping heart from him startling you.

“What are you doing down here?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Making us some tea before bed,” you told him, eyes resting as you sunk into his warm touch.

“We have staff for a reason.”

“I just like to do things for you.” You pouted softly, staring up at him through your lashes.

“You’ve done plenty for me.” Hand coming to rest upon your stomach as his fingers slipped easily under the nightgown. “Wife.”

That simple word sent your skin ablaze, goosebumps forming in the wake of his subtle touch. “Husband.”

He hummed, hands finding your full breasts as he gave them a tight squeeze. One that had you sighing in some sort of release as your nipples leaked.

“That feels good.” You nibbled on your bottom lip in anticipation, waiting for his next move.

“I can make you feel even better,” he replied, ever so confident as he unwrapped the silk robe from your frame.

It fell to the floor in a heap, leaving you bare before him, trapped in between his body and the kitchen cabinets.

“Turn around.”

You obeyed, watching as his gaze fell onto you, running over every inch of skin.

“Beautiful.”

He matched his words with a kiss, one placed across your chest. That turned into another placed directly on your breast, hands following as they felt up the skin of your sides. His lips slid down, kisses turning wet as he licked and nipped every inch of your skin till he fell to his knees in front of you.

“Naoya,” you questioned him, eyes fluttering as you looked down at him. “What are you-”

Your words caught in your throat, feeling his breath against your core as he gently pried your thighs open. You tried to move with him, letting him open your legs but it was hard not wanting to push all your weight on him.

He looked up at you, eyebrows raised as if questioning why you were being so difficult.

“Relax,” he told you, wrapping your thigh around his shoulder. “I got you.”

You let out a strangled breath, resting into him and letting his hands catch you.

“There you go,” Naoyo mused, finally being face to face with your sopping cunt.

He’s never been down there before, not like this. The only time he ever was staring at your cunt was when his fingers were playing with your clit or his dick was getting lost in your walls. Never had he been so close with his actual face and you never believed he would be.

Disbelief filled you when his lips finally kissed you, being met with instant wetness coating his lips.

He retreated for a second, licking the fluids on his lips as he wrinkled his nose.

You didn’t see much of a reaction from that but he soon returned, mouth opening as it met your wetness this time.

He took his time, using his tongue to explore the different parts in between your folds, swallowing the fluids of your cunt every now and then. He noticed the way your thighs would tighten every time his tongue grazed over your clit and eventually he found his attention drawn to it.

You mewled when his tongue flicked at your clit, hand grabbing the countertop behind you for support.

He chuckled at this, the vibrations of it going right through you as your walls clenched around nothing.

You could feel his sinister smile grace his lips as you grabbed his locks, stomach tightening in knots at the foreign feeling of him sucking at your clit.

Naoya wasn’t a man that would eat a woman out. The man had never even so much as tasted you down there and you knew for a fact he wouldn’t have done this with someone before you, he would have been disgusted at the mere thought.

But Naoya was eating you out like a crazed man in dire need of every drip of juice your cunt would offer him. He made this clear in the way his lips detached from your clit only for his tongue to sink down, delving into your walls.

With one hand digging into the flesh of your ass cheek, Naoya used his other hand to dip in between your thighs, thumb finding your swollen clit.

As soon as his thumb began to rub your clit, you were dripping into his mouth, growing wetter by the second as he just drank it all in. Your eyes rolled back as

“Have you always tasted this good?” He groaned into you, lapping up your sweet essence. “Fuck, I need to this more often.”

Your eyes rolled back at that, fingers tightening on his locks as you felt yourself suddenly let go.

He doesn't stop. Not even when your thighs practically trap his head between them. Not even when you drop every bit of your weight on him, falling slack into his grip.

It’s only when you relax, coming back from your orgasm, that you're desperate to check he’s okay.

But he’s fine- more than fine as he detaches himself from your cunt, lips covered in your honeyed slick. His chest is heaving, completely breathless like you as he stands up, towering over you.

“You’ve made such a mess,” he tutted, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, still coming down from your high as you rubbed your hand to his chest.

“How about you come make a bigger mess of me upstairs?” He hummed, already whisking you towards the direction of your bedroom.

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