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kento has almost photographic memory. he remembers everything, a blessing and a curse that was bestowed upon him. for when he accidentally tripped on nothing while walking calmly towards you, he knew he had to live with that embarrassment forever. but what he considered as a blessing, was the fact he could draw you from memory, he could even sculpt all your curves with no fault. he remembers every detail about you, and you wanted to test this fact.

as you secretly followed him to the barber, ensuring he would never suspect your presence. you had chatted the barber beforehand, a close friend of you and kento. you wanted to play a prank on him. it was simple, while his eyes were covered by towels, you would give him a kiss on the lips and immediately hide. once he took off the towel, the barber would wipe his lips, pretending as if he was the one to kiss your husband.

the plan was going smoothly. kento had laid down on the chair, preparing to get his hair washed. as a warm cloth had covered his eyes, you quickly took place beside him. his barber put on shampoo, lathering it on his blonde hair. you gave a signal for the barber to stop, and you pecked him, quickly hiding right after. in any other video you've seen with this prank, the victim would've taken off the blindfold and jolted up, but not kento. he was different, he lightly lifted the towel, seeing through one eye trying to find something...more particularly someone.

"love, where are you?" his tone was unwavering, he was certain it was you. he tried to look around with his very limited vision, but he couldn't find you. so he decided to use his other senses, touch. immediately, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your squatting position.

"no fair! you were supposed to be shocked and everything," you huffed.

"i recognised your lips," kento said simply, as if it wasn't something unusual.

"maybe it could've been someone elses, i don't know. maybe you forgot my lips."

"i would never forget your lips, it will be imprinted in my mind forever."

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cw. vampire!nanami, blood-sucking, murder & death, self-harm mention, melancholy, other vampire-y things. 1k words.

nanami would be the perfect vampire to turn you btw

you know it’s his nature to snare you, so you try your damnedest to resist. but it feels impossible. a blond devil who wears glasses and three-piece suits and spoils you with every luxury under the moon. and he wants needs you to be his. how could you tell him no?

he tries to ignore the urge to become your maker for four awfully long months. it would be a wicked thing to do, to turn you and keep you for eternity. he’d be tearing you away from your family, your friends, your career. stripping your life from you for his own selfish wants. 

but he’s not the gentleman he once was.

the night he turns you is unceremonious. it’s not the way he planned, but perhaps it’s better not to celebrate. death is rarely kind. your death is particularly excruciating. 

nanami, bless his unbeating heart, is unsure if he’ll be able to stop himself before he bleeds you dry. he prepares himself, of course, engorging himself on the blood of six others before he comes to you, trying to ensure he won’t drain you out of hunger. now all he’ll have to fight is his desire. 

he holds your jaw with one hand, gingerly, resting his thumb in your mouth so you can bite down when he does. he tells himself that the feeling of your teeth threatening to puncture his skin will keep him grounded. he tells himself that when your grip on his thumb starts to loosen, it will signal him to stop. he tells himself that he will stop. 

he tells you that teeth clenching is a side effect of the process, and he doesn’t want you to chip a tooth.

his teeth are colder than you expect. it feels like two frozen ice picks have stabbed you in the neck. you gasp and push at him instinctively, only to melt against him when he starts to suck and the bliss settles over you.

you’re not sure when you stop biting down on his thumb, or when start feeling silly and dizzy, like you're floating. all you know is that your brain feels like it’s swimming in your skull, and that nanami has cut himself and is making you suck on the wound.

he looks you in the eyes while you do it, watches how you swallow down his blood in a frenzy, as if you haven’t had anything to drink in weeks. it’s strangely intimate, more than when his mouth was on your neck, but you can hardly consider that now. the bliss is gone, replaced with a burn that sears you from the inside out. nanami just keeps watching. there’s nothing he can do for you at this point. no magic salve that’ll soothe the feeling of having your life force ripped away from you and then replaced with something dark and heavy and macabre. the experience is hellish. nanami wishes he could tell you it’s the worst part.

it takes a long time for you to adjust. you aren’t sad to leave your job, but it’s unbearable to leave your family, more so to leave your friends. you regret everything. you long for when you were warm and your heart was beating. you hate nanami. you wound yourself too many times trying to bathe in sunlight—three times by accident and three times in rebellion. he boards up the windows when he realizes you're burning yourself on purpose.

it hurts kento to see you hurt. during the first few months, that’s all you do: hurt yourself to hurt him. refusing meals and hunts and comfort. snubbing the decanters full of blood he leaves outside your bedroom door. you sleep all day and all night, going against your new brutish instincts everytime the sun sets. 

one night, you wake up from a restless sleep feverish and hysterical and desperate for something to drink. you have little memory of leaving your bedroom, or even of leaving the house. you drain an entire family in your delirious state, their bodies strewn about their property like children’s toys. it looks like a massacre. (it was.) 

nanami finds you not long after, sated and wrought with guilt. there’s a pity in his eyes when he scoops you up, holding you against his chest like you’re made of porcelain.

you appreciate that he doesn’t reprimand you even though you deserve to be. instead, takes you home and puts you in the tub. he tells you the story of how he nearly died not even three weeks after he was turned, the consequence of trying to feed on an animal he thought couldn’t kill him. it’s funny to think about: a version of nanami from a hundred years ago, brimming with an unknown strength, nearly taken out by an elk that was too shrewd for him.

“could you do it now?” you ask him, tilting your head back so he can wash the dried blood from your neck. 

“do what, my love?”

“kill the elk.”

he snorts. “of course. i did kill him back then. just with some…difficulty.”

a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. you lower your head, wanting to see his face when you ask him the next question. “do you think i could kill one?”

you can see him mulling over the question, his mouth set in a straight line as he scrubs your arm with too much concentration. you’re expecting him to say no. maybe he’s thinking so long because he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy. 

“yes,” he finally answers, meeting your gaze so you can see the certainty in his eyes. “i think you could.”

you don’t ask him what’ll become of the family you slaughtered. you trust that he’ll take care of it, just as he took care of you, even when you didn’t want it.

you become resigned to your fate, hating kento less and less and letting him remind you of why you let him turn you in the first place. he teaches you how to hunt without leaving a mess, how to make the most of the night, how to not hate sleeping through the daytime. he’s nurturing in a way that humanizes him. you ask him questions and he answers. you ask for gifts and he delivers.

it occurs to you that there are worse people to be tied to forever. at least nanami looks after you. you feel a little like frankenstein’s monster, but less doomed and vengeful and more determined to adjust. it’s a good sign, you think, having the desire to adjust. it’s really a blessing that you have kento with you. this is likely the best case scenario.

(and he’s relieved you’re finally starting to see it that way.)

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Writers and artists getting the least amount of interactions ever on masterpieces that took them hours and even days to create is so insane

meanwhile porn addicts will slap a bunch of twitter/x links on the dash and give random character names and it gets 20k likes 15k reblogs and 7k comments

and fandoms wonder why many people quit posting their works or actually quit creating all the way

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💼 starring: ceo!nanami kento x secretary female reader 📑 summary: your poor boss just needs a little break from being in charge… 📊 word count: 4.4k

⛔️ content warning: 18+ minors and ageless blogs will be choked to death by nanami with his spotted tie, bondage, sub nanami, using his tie as a collar/leash (for him), overstimulation, multiple creampies so p in v, um breathing exercises?

📞 a word from Human Resources: we need more sub nanami BADLY. also: not edited.. guys just be cool about it, idk 🚶🏽‍♀️

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Another day, another dollar.

You sigh, taking a seat at your desk after finally making it in to the office. The stations in Kyoto were backed up like a clogged drain today but you made it on time. You’re always on time.

Nanami doesn’t like it when you’re late.

Your official job title is his Secretary.

It should really be Nanami’s Right Hand, or Nanami’s Personal Assistant. You aren’t arrogant, but it’s not completely untrue to say that he cannot function without you. You do practically everything around here.

Though, the pay is more than enough compensation for his complete dependency on you. When he gives, he gives with both hands.

You start to unpack your hot pink Birkin bag—a gift from Nanami—and set your things on your desk, reminiscing about the trip to Santorini that your last bonus paid for when the phone rings.

You land in your chair without looking before you sit and cradle the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you dig through the bag for your laptop.

You know it’s Nanami before he even speaks. It’s always Nanami.

“Yes, Nanami-san?” You drawl. The honorific is purely sarcastic and he knows that but it strokes his ego all the same.

“Good morning.” Nanami purrs. His voice rich and smooth as it flows out of the receiver. You already know an ask for a favor is coming. You tap your fingers against the desk, waiting for him to continue. He quickly fills the silence.

“I was hoping you could help me clear my head before my next meeting.” A surprising amount of vulnerability laces his tone. He couldn’t have wanted you to hear that so you don’t comment on it.

“Next meeting? Did you start working before I got here this morning?”

“Careful,” Nanami tuts playfully. “It almost sounds like you care about me.”

You do. Of course you do.

“I thought we agreed that you would start lightening your workload.”

He hums. “We never agreed on when I’d start doing that.”

“It’s not good for you to be working all day and all night.” You insist.

“It’s also not good for me to be kept waiting for my secretary. My office. Now, please.” Click.

He’s always so testy when you push him to relax more.

With a huff, you repack your bag to bring with you, figuring that whatever he called you for will have you working in his office for a while.

You hadn’t even been at your desk for ten minutes and already you’re headed to Nanami’s private elevator for whatever it is that he needs this time.

Normally, a secretary would be right around the corner from her boss or, at the very least, on the same floor. Not you though. Nanami needs the entire top floor all to himself so you reside on the floor right beneath his.

The private elevator is the only one that goes all the way to the top and you need a special code to operate it: 1073. He gave it to you after your second year of working for him when he finally felt he could trust you.

The elevator ride is smooth and fast, shooting you straight up to his office. The doors part with a ding to reveal Nanami with his head in his hands propped up by his elbows resting on his desk.

You stride over and stop in front of his desk. His head lifts at the sound of your footsteps. Tired eyes meet yours. More tired than usual. Maybe it’s more serious than you thought.

For levity’s sake you give him a twirl and plaster a bright smile on your face. “Well.. I’m here.”

The corner of his mouth tugs upward but otherwise he remains solemn, pensive.

“I have a very important meeting with our shareholders today at 11. Crucial.” Nanami begins, getting right to the point. You know that of course, you know his schedule like the back of your hand. “They’re getting antsy about the merger with Satoru’s company.”

“But why?” You frown. “I thought that was a good thing.”

“It is…It will be. It’s just..” Nanami blows out a frustrated breath. “He’s unpredictable sometimes. They want someone more stable and levelheaded to be the only one running the show.”

“Someone like you?” You offer, trying again for one of those rare smiles. He just shakes his head at that.

“Let’s not talk business anymore. Come.” Nanami leans back into his chair, legs spread wide. “Grace me with your presence.”

So it’s that kind of day…

There’s the other perk of being his secretary. Sometimes you get to take care of him in other ways when he asks for it. This is the part of your job that you do without complaint.

The invitation of his open legs calls you to come stand between them. Nanami clears his desk for you to sit, still caged between his legs but at a higher vantage point.

Your response comes naturally, “What can I help you with, sir?” Your tone rings honeyed and demure. Just the way he likes it.

“I mentioned earlier I have a lot on my mind.” Nanami’s deft fingers make quick work of undoing the buttons on your dress shirt. You fight the smile from his touch that threatens to crack your cool, collected exterior. “I need a clear head before my meeting.”

Sounds like an easy fix to you. “You need me to help you relax?” You reach for his belt buckle only to be caught by your wrists. Quickly, your eyes flit up to his, afraid you’ve somehow misread the situation.

“No.” He’s sure to make eye contact for the next sentence that leaves his mouth. “I need you to fuck me stupid.”

“Oh.. oh.” Not many people know that Nanami can actually be quite vulgar sometimes but you do. So it’s not what he says that shocks you, it’s how serious he looks when he says it.

“I don’t want to be in charge right now. I don’t want to think. Just tell me what to do and make me forget about everything until 10:45.” Fifteen minutes to gather himself before his meeting.

“You’ll do whatever I say?”

“Whatever you say.” Nanami echoes.

You’re still skeptical. He’s too neurotic to just hand over the reigns even for a short amount of time. Still, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, your first command is immediate.

“No touching without my permission.” Nanami looks like he’s about to protest so you quickly tack on, “No speaking without my permission or prompting, either.” His lips pinch into a thin line but he says nothing, choosing to obey you.

“Hmm, let’s see.. What else?” You think aloud to yourself, running your hand across his chest and stopping to curl your manicured fingers around his tie. Your head lowers as you yank the tie until your foreheads touch. Nanami’s eyes burn a hole right into yours. There’s heat behind his gaze and likely so much he wishes he could say to you trapped just behind his lips.

“You will address me as Miss and when you answer me, it will either be ‘Yes, Miss’ or ‘No, Miss’. Do you understand?” Your voice is a whisper across his lips but still stern as ever.

He inhales deeply before answering. “Yes, Miss.” The tone of his voice takes on a delicious, silken note. You almost smirk. He can pretend he hates it all he wants to—and pretending is precisely what he’s doing—this is exactly what Nanami needs right now. You both know it.

His tie falls from your hand unceremoniously. You got his agreement out of him and with that, you do a one-eighty and bend over so that the back of your skirt is square in his face.

“Unzip me.” You instruct over your shoulder. His right hand lifts up but you’re quicker. “Ah,” you push it back down by his side. “With your teeth.”

Nanami’s eyes narrow slightly. Whether in amusement or annoyance, you aren’t exactly sure. It hardly matters because he leans forward to clasp the pull of the zipper between his incisors, eyes peering up at you as he slowly drags it along your backside until he reaches the bottom stop. Goosebumps raise all over your body from the steady sound the zipper makes when the teeth pull apart.

You shimmy it off completely and step out of the fabric that pools at your feet. When seated on the desk, you finish the job of unbuttoning your shirt that Nanami started earlier, leaving you in just your matching undergarments and your heels.

The cool mahogany is a balm to the skin of your feverish body. You’ve barely even touched each other and already you’re warm all over at the prospect of bringing a dog like Nanami to heel. Diligent, commanding, and obstinate to a fault but subservient to you and only you.

He will sit, stay, and beg if you have anything to say about it.

“You’re going to do some breathing exercises for me.” The toe point of your black YSL slingbacks—another gift from Nanami—hooks just under Nanami’s chin and coaxes his head closer to your spread legs. You drop your foot when you’re sure he’ll lean forward without your guidance and reposition your leg so that it drapes over his shoulder, his face now buried in your clothed pussy. The other leg rests flat on the desk.

“You know, the ones you never do despite me constantly telling you that you need to relax more?”

“I just—” Nanami begins, the rest of his sentence dying in his throat when you yank him back by his hair.

“I didn’t ask for a response and I certainly didn’t ask for an excuse.”

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly. “I’m sorry, Miss.”

Satisfied, you let go of his hair but not his head and use the hold to force his face back down into you. “You’re going to inhale for three counts, hold for three, and then exhale for three. Got it?”

His affirmative is muffled against your panties. You assume it’s a yes since he hasn’t moved away.

“In...2…3,” You feel his intake of breath through the thin, slightly damp cotton of your underwear. “Now hold...2…3, and out…2…3.” The exhalation tickles your sensitive skin.

“Again. In for four, hold three, out four.” You repeat the process over and over, with different counts, feeling Nanami melt with each exhale. His mouth waters against you like a river. Any other time, you would happily let him go down on you but that’s not apart of your plan today.

“Last time. In for two, hold one, out for two.” Nanami nods against you.

“In for me..” He inhales with a slight groan, the smell of your wet cunt more potent now than when you first began the exercises. “Mhm, now hold..” You gently caress him by the nape of his neck. He holds, hoping you’ll let him have a taste soon. “And out.” Nanami exhales for longer than two beats, trying to ground himself. His eyes flutter open to meet your smiling face.

“There you are…nice and relaxed for me.” You coo. You’re not entirely sure, but you think this may be the first time you’ve seen him this carefree. It genuinely makes you happy that you could help him achieve that.

“Ok, take your shirt off and hand it to me.”

Nanami undoes the buttons one at a time and carefully slips out of his dress shirt and undershirt just like he does everything else. You suppose that’ll never go away no matter how at ease he gets. He hands you both articles of clothing wordlessly.

“We don’t want to get this wrinkled.” You fold his shirts and place them on the opposite edge of the desk away from where you sit. “Look at me, always taking care of you. Aren’t you just so lucky?” You wink.

“Yes, Miss.” Nanami nods sincerely. You weren’t really looking for a response there but his answer does make your face heat up just the tiniest bit. You awkwardly clear your throat. “Pants too.”

The dress slacks come off in a hurry and are neatly folded by you then placed by the shirts. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and wriggle them down just enough to pull his length free.

“Much better.” You purr, taking in his half-naked form. “Can’t fuck you stupid with all these clothes in the way. Oh, one last thing,” You grab the tie he removed earlier and undo the knot in it so that you can tie the whole thing tightly around his wrists. “In case you get any ideas about touching.”

Nanami doesn’t protest at all, completely allowing you to tie his wrists behind his back. “Good boy.” You place a kiss to his cheek that makes the head of his dick twitch in his lap.

“So needy for me.” You thread your fingers through his hair and gently pull his head back to expose more of his throat. “It’s only nine am...” You bow and press a gentle kiss to the base of his throat. “What’s the rush?” Your lips kiss all over the area. “Nowhere to be but here...” They move to his jawline, trailing closer to his ear with each peck. “With me.”

His breath comes out in even puffs while trying to suppress a whine. “Please.”

“Please?” You mumble against the skin of his neck, feigning innocence.

“My lips… On my lips, please.”

It’s then that your lips leave his body completely, much to his dismay. You stand upright and slide your panties down your legs then flip them inside out. “Open.”

His mouth opens on command. God, you could get used to this. You grab the bottom half of his face with one hand and place the seat of your panties right on his tongue. Nanami’s eyes close with a groan at your taste. You ball the rest of the fabric up and shove it deeper with two of your fingers. “No talking without my permission.”

Now with your bottom half being bare, you to slide back and forth across Nanami’s dick, coating him in the wetness that’s been gathering between your thighs since he first inhaled you.

“It’s going to feel so good to do exactly as I say. I promise. You just need to listen to me, ok?” When he nods, you lower yourself down on his thick cock inch by inch until you meet his pelvis. Both of you exhale from the stretch and the tight fit. It’s a sensation to be relished each and every time you get the chance, so you do. Your head rests on his chest and you revel in the utter fullness you experience until you feel ready to move.

“We’re gonna empty that head,” You resume your feather light kisses from earlier, smearing lipstick across his neck and chest. “And you’re gonna fill me up instead.”

You raise up just until only the tip remains inside and slam back down. “Mmm,” You mewl, “you feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Mmfgh.” Nanami grunts around your panties. His chest, covered in the faintest sheen of sweat rises and falls with his heavy breaths.

You repeat the motion, quicker each time, lifting up then down and fucking yourself full of him. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance. His head falls back in a daze. “Oh fuck..” The wet slap of skin mixes with the sound of your moans for him and his pathetic grunts that aren’t fully intelligible.

“You feel how, ah, how wet I am for you?” Even though he can’t answer, you can feel the way you’ve made an absolute mess on his thighs in just minutes and you know he can too. Your hips switch from going up and down to slow circles that make your clit bump against his pelvis.

For a second, it stops being about Nanami and more about your pleasure. How you can make yourself cum using the man beneath you like a toy, his hands bound behind his back only adding to the effect. Nanami can’t touch you and he can’t tell you what to do no matter how badly his hands twitch with the need to grab your hips and make you ride him the way he likes it— and you love it.

“So deep.” You hum just at the shell of his ear. “Hitting all the right places. Right where I need you.” Maybe it’s cruel to goad him like this when he can’t say or do anything about it but you don’t care. “I’m so close, Nanami. Can you tell?” He nods. “I want you to cum first though.”

It goes against everything Nanami stands for. He’s not a selfish lover in the slightest. Part of his pleasure is even derived from the stipulation that you reach your high first.

“Mm,” Your tongue licks a hot trail down his neck. “Cum first and make me wetter, baby.” You murmur against the crook of his neck. “I want it, I want it, I want it.”

Then and there, Nanami’s resistance is for naught. Denying you a single thing is even more anathema to his being than finishing first. His hips buck up wildly before his mind can even decide, obliging you requires no thought at all. His movement stutters when suck the soft skin near his collarbone into your mouth and when you bite down, Nanami caves and coats every inch of your walls with his sticky load. His head falls forward, resting against the top of yours. It’s technically touching but you’ll allow it.

The extra wetness makes it that much easier for Nanami’s tip to nudge your g spot repeatedly until your eyes roll back and you clench hard around him as you cum. “Yeah, that’s it, baby give it to me—fuck.”

The two of you breathe like you just finished a marathon. It ends in a breathy giggle against his chest.

When you glance up at his face, there’s a line of drool falling from the corner of Nanami’s mouth. “Oh, you poor thing.” You wipe it up with a flick of your tongue, pouting before leaning in like you’re about to kiss him. Nanami eagerly leans forward only to be met with air when you back away with a snort.

“Here, let me help you with that.” You thumb his bottom lip down and bite your panties with your own teeth then pull them from his mouth and drop them on the floor. Before Nanami can even get a good breath of air into his lungs, you finally press your lips to his. He whimpers in relief. The sensation of your lips moving against his makes him dizzy along with the lack of air.

Before he faints, you pull away, smiling against his lips. “Once more with feeling, yeah?”

Drowning in the headiness of it all, he mumbles out “Can’t. Don’t think I can, Miss.”

“Hm,” You tilt your head. “If you don’t think you can then you’re still thinking too hard...” It thrills you to clasp your hand around his throat and squeeze until his hazy eyes blink back into focus. “Mmhm, focus on me, that’s it.”

Hooded hazel eyes meet yours though he can barely keep them open. “I think you need more.”

“More.” Nanami echoes.

“Just one more for me, baby. That’s all.” Your hands cradle his face as you lie to him. It’ll take more than just two orgasms to really calm him down. You’ll just keep asking for one more until he has nothing left to give.

When you ride him again, it’s slower this time, impossibly deeper. Your body undulates against him in gentle waves, mindful of how sensitive he already is. His face remains held in your hands. Your eyes hold his gaze to keep him grounded.

“Oh fuck..” Nanami pants. His head meets your resistance when it tries to fall back in his chair.

“I’m right here,” You hold him steady, feeling your release build up again. “I’m not going anywhere,” You promise, watching his eyes start to water. “I’m not gonna stop,” You switch to shallow bounces that just barely make you separate from his thighs. “I’m not gonna stop until you cum for me. Again and again. Want you so fucked out and pussy drunk for me.”

You can feel Nanami’s head lolling to the side even with the way your hands hold him up. “So good, Miss.” There’s a sharp whine with every spring on his cock. “Close.” Is all you get in warning before Nanami spasms beneath you, too far gone to care about your orgasm but that’s fine, that’s what you wanted anyway. He fills you up again, eyes screwed shut, breathing erratically as he does so.

The pop open when he feels how you don’t stop fucking him and Nanami panics because you’re still going. His aching tip is still kissing your cervix even as he weeps. “Please,” he begs, body shuddering, tears falling down. It’s scary how much pleasure you can make him take, scary that there’s always more.

“I know, I know. I’m almost there baby. Just hold on for me. Just—fuck I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me—” Now you’re the one with tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Mouth frozen open, you exhale short puffs of air while the orgasm rolls through you. Nanami can’t touch you with his hands but his lips find your neck and you welcome the touch.

You get out of your bra fast enough it seems. The second your breasts are free Nanami’s mouth is on your nipple and his tongue swirling over the bud. You hold his head to your chest. In a symbiotic manner you use each other to keep stead through the aftershocks of your respective climaxes. There may have been another shallow buck of his hips and a quick spurt of something extra, you’re too dazed to tell.

“Need to touch you. Please tell me I can touch you. I need your body in my hands.” Nanami pleas up at you with watery eyes from between your breasts. You would’ve allowed it even if he hadn’t asked, the need for his touch had grown too strong over the course of this session.

Your hands fumble as you undo the tie that binds his wrists. Immediately after he is freed Nanami’s hands glue themselves to your waist, kneading and rubbing while he sighs contentedly. You melt a little in his palms missing the feeling just like he did.

Before he can do anything else, you hastily loop his tie around his neck and fasten a sort of collar and leash situation, pulling to bring him to your lips. “I’m tired of riding.”

“Can I?” Nanami gestures toward the desk. You’re not sure what he means by that but you don’t care as long as he makes you cum again. You nod. He finally pulls out of you with a small moan, both of you watching his seed drip out of you. Gonna have to mop that up later. His hands gently bend you over the desk and you let him guide you happily.

For a better angle and comfort, you hitch one leg up on top of the desk and rest on your elbows. Nanami wastes no time sliding back into you. His hips meet yours in a loud repeated slap, your eyes nearly flutter closed as you bask in the way his thumbs dig into your lower back.

“Harder.” You instruct but feel no difference, Nanami is lost in his own world on another planet. You reach behind you for his tie and yank him down. “I said harder.”

Nanami drops a kiss on your lips. “Yes, Miss.” You find that holding him to you like this by the tie makes him get deeper inside you so you keep him there. His chest hovers over your back, his grunts are at your ear and his grip on your hips is bruising but you love it. Both of you face each other unable to look away.

“Don’t think, baby,” You shake your head. “Just move those hips for me..Such a good boy.” You can barely hold your head up from the way his cock drags along every ridge in your walls. You’re hyper aware of every inch pounding inside of you.

“Does that feel good miss? Hm?” Nanami finds it in him to taunt. Part of you enjoys it. It does feel good.

“Mmhm. You like the way your perfect little secretary feels around you?”

“So, so, so, very much.” Nanami slips his hand between your legs to play with your clit. “Want you to cum, Miss. I need to feel you cum.”

His words are the key to your release. You grip the edge of the desk in one hand and Nanami’s tie in the other as you soak the desk beneath you with a mixture of your climax and his.

Your forehead rests against the cool wood, trying to gather yourself.

An alarm goes off somewhere in the distance. He must’ve set one for 10:45. Like a gentleman he helps you back into your skirt and button up before getting dressed himself.

You untie him and then properly wrap it around his neck, under the collar of his dress shirt.

“I could’ve gotten out of that tie at any point, you know that right?” Nanami looks down his nose at you as you fix him up.

“I’m well aware that a spotted yellow tie isn’t enough to truly restrict you, Nanami. You don’t have to tell me how obedient you are.”

“Thank you.” His hands clasp around your wrist so that you’ll look up at him. “I mean it.”

“I know.” Is all you say in return, raking the strands of his hair back into place.

“Stay, please.”

“Oh I would but my boss you see, he gets very upset when my work isn’t done on time and I have a lot to catch up on because I’ve been so distracted this morning.” You tease.

“That’s okay.” Nanami shrugs his suit jacket onto his shoulders. “I have to focus on saving the company so my pretty little secretary can still have a job next week.”

You frown seeing the tension slowly creep back into his shoulders.

“Hey, look at me. You got this, okay?”

Nanami nods, setting up his camera for the meeting that’s about to start. Unfortunately the peace never lasts. All the more reason to call you back. You head for the elevator shaking your head, you know that you’ve done all that you can do.

Good luck. You mouth before the elevator doors close.

Maybe there’s room for one more role in your job description…

…Nanami’s Stress Reliever.

guys idk is there like a technical term for *that* breathing exercise??? i feel like i should tag it 😭

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contents : f!reader, containts spoilers, character death, mom!reader (has a son), dealing with loss, angst/slight comfort?, bittersweet, no use of y/n wc 1k an : idk what this is, but i just really love satoru and feel sentimental about him... i am not very happy with it but it's something

“mama, i don’t remember this!”

when you turn to look up, you’re staring directly at a photo you have not seen in a long time. once it sinks in just what picture it is you’re looking at, a soft smile grows on your face before meeting your son’s gaze.

no wonder he was confused, because the slightly crinkled picture he had managed to find wasn’t of him, despite the kid being nearly identical to himself. had it not been for the fact that you knew it wasn’t your son who was staring back at you on the piece of paper, it would have fooled you too.

“‘s because it’s not you, sweetheart,” you smile. “come here,” he doesn’t hesitate to scatter over with tiny steps, before you gently lift him into your lap, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at the picture together.

you had nearly forgotten the picture even existed, hid away with other tokens of your late love.

it was a rather simple picture, one from when satoru was just a child, long before you had the privilege of loving him. standing straight and proud, a young satoru was smiling at you, a toothless grin stretching so far across his face that his eyes were squeezed shut.

“it’s your daddy,” you sigh as your son leans back against you. “i think he’s a little older here than you are know.”

“he looks just like me!” excitement carrying his words.

and he did. same tufts of white hair that were always sticking in every direction. same warm smile that greeted everyone he encountered. same kind eyes that never lied.

“do you miss him?”

you turn to look at him, meeting familiar blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours on end. “every day,” you say simply, a sad smile painting your lips.

never letting your eyes leave your son’s face, you notice how his eyebrows narrow slightly and he turns his attention back to the photo. “i wish i met him.”

“me too, baby.” it came out quiet as a whisper, leaning forward to press a soft peck at his temple. “but he’s not gone gone.”

“what do you mean not gone gone?”

“well,” taking a deep breath, sensing how your eyes slowly started to turn glossy with tears. “he lives on in me, in my memory,” you say softly. “and in you,” grabbing his soft cheeks and rubbing your nose against his, causing a delightful little giggle to fill the space. “and all around.”

“all around?” he asks, the confused line between his brows deepening.

“i like to think so. for example, on sunny days i am sure he’s in the sunlight that kisses your skin, keeping you warm and safe. and you know when the wind is blowing so loud we hear it in the walls?”

“mhm,” he nods enthusiastically.

“i’m sure that’s your dad talking,” you laugh a little to yourself. “my god, how he used to talk. all the time.”

you keep looking for at the picture, reminding you of a time where you were able to enjoy the privilege of his strong arms around you, protecting you from any potential harm. it always amazed you, that despite everything he was put through, he was still soft and kind — truly one of his many brilliant qualities that he hadn’t let the world that was so cruel to him, tarnish him completely.

“he’s also in the rain,” you say, your voice falling back to a whisper when he turns to look at you again. you capture his eyes, trying to force a smile as his big eyes stare back at you with such curiosity. “you know how you’ve sometimes seen mommy just stand outside when it’s raining?” he nods. “i miss your dad more than anything, and it makes me sad sometimes. so when it rains, i like to go outside and feel the little droplets hit my face. i thinks it’s how he shows me he is still here, comforting me. sharing my pain so i don’t feel it on my own.”

you don’t even notice the shy tear that has rolled down your cheek until he reaches his small hand to gently wipe it away. “i don’t want you to be sad,” his voice is so full of compassion, wondering how such a small person could have such a big heart — he got that from satoru too.

“it’s okay to be sad sometimes,” you assure him. “it just proves that all i felt for your dad was real.”

he doesn’t seem to understand it fully, but you can’t blame him. he’s still just a kid after all. but as time pass, he'll grow up, it will all eventually make sense to him.

“mama?”

“yes, baby?”

“you’ve said before you talk to him.”

“yeah, all the time.”

“you think i can talk to him too?” your lips instantly start to tremble in an unsteady smile.

you nod slowly before pulling him closer, pressing your cheek against his. “of course! i think he would be happy to hear you talking to him.”

“where do you think he is now?” the loaded question comes out so innocently, unable to stop how you huff a breath, trying to find the right words that would give an answer a child could comprehend.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, “but wherever he is, i hope he’s resting. that’s the least he deserves.”

with his eyes on the picture again, he gently wiggles out of your arms. his kindness steers his hand to dry more of your tears, again causing your lips to curve into a small smile.

“if it’s okay, i think i’m going to go talk to dad.”

“say hi to him from me, okay?” he nods, flashing you a grin similar to the one satoru bore in the picture in your hands. and he runs off into the garden, standing in the exact spot you so often find yourself in.

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would anyone hear me out on shiu cucking toji?? because toji is arrogant beyond belief and a lot of the time i see (and thoroughly enjoy) him cucking shiu, fucking his partner hard and rough and ‘right’.

but what if it’s a rough cut and mean toji made to sit down and watch shiu eat you out, pull orgasm after orgasm out of you because he’s finally letting you have a chance to breathe during sex.

and when he fucks you it’s rough, sure, but it’s oddly intimate in a way toji isn’t good at—shiu fucks you in missionary and toji initially scoffs at the boring choice of position but you spend half of shius time inside of you just kissing him. and when you’re not, his eyes are locked on yours and he’s able to whisper the sweetest of praises against your lips.

and toji realises when he’s fucking you against a wall or pressing your face into the sheets while he gives you backshots, he’s not able to ‘make love’.

and he realises when you cum around shius cock in trembling gasps and overwhelmed tears, that you don’t sound like that when you cum for him — all pretty and desperate and exhausted but pleading for more. had you been faking it with toji?

oh and also he cums his pants just watching you get treated right because you look so good all blissed out with shiu and not just fucked tired like when you’re with him. so when shiu offers to show him how to ‘make love’ to you, he takes him up on that offer — because he’s rather die than miss out on the chance to make you sound like that himself.

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Nanami is the type of husband to pop a boner every time the both of you kiss.. THINK ABOUT IT

it's just a simple kiss and just when you are about to exit the car, his hand would reach out to you and he would just say "wait.." during the first few times it happened you were confused. "What's up?" You asked looking over at him. "Gimme 5 minutes" he wasn't looking at you, just anywhere else other than your face cause looking at your face is not going to help his little problem right now "5 minutes for what?" You asked, even more confused. He adjusted his pants slightly as he sank down on his seat, spreading his legs "um.. darlin' this is a little.. embarrassing to say but.." he rubbed the back of his neck, you noticed his ears turning a soft pinkish color. "What's wrong, ken?" You asked more impatiently, "I'm getting worried—"

he let out a heavy sigh as he said "I'm hard" your eyes widened as you tilted your head to the side, thinking if you heard it correctly. "Did i-" he cut you off before you finished your sentence, "yes you heard it correctly" his ears a bright reddish color now, "from the kiss? Really?" You asked. He nodded his head, embarrassed. You looked at him in disbelief, but you were quite turned on at the fact that you could turn him on just from a kiss "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart, it's not helping.."

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Wishful thinking

Arranged marriage with Nanami… part one?

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Nanami Kento was not in a sorcerer clan. In fact, he was the only sorcerer in his family. You had met him only once before you had been informed of the engagement, and in that brief interaction you had decided you knew exactly what type of man he was.

"It's a pain." had been his harsh words. Vitriol clear as day in his tone.

When asked what he felt about being a sorcerer his response had been that it was…a pain? Being the reserved individual he was, he didn't take the time to elaborate despite the questions of the sorcerers surrounding him.

You had rolled your eyes in that moment. Clearly, he had no sense of responsibility. No duty. I suppose that's what it means to not be in a clan. You had thought. He’s got no idea how good he has it.

And even though you chalked his image up in your mind as an irresponsible and pretentious git. The memory of his brutal gaze stuck in your mind. You knew deep down that it was simply jealousy.

Sorcery was a pain, there had been many instances where you wished you could put it aside and leave this world, but that was simply not what you were born for.

All those months ago, you had left the meeting with the Jujutsu higher-ups resentful. How lucky that man in the suit was, to not have an obligation to fulfill exactly what the clan heads asked of him. How free he must feel.

But, oh, how wrong you had been.

--

You had known your marriage was impending, having had meetings with your father and his subordinates on several occasions to discuss the offers from other clans.

Offers for your hand.

Offers for the rest of your miserable life, for your body, for your fertility, offers to impregnate you, and nothing much else.

You had been picky, of course, having known all your life this was forthcoming you were expecting to not have to rely on Zenin blood to uphold the family name.

Your father was no kind man but if there was one thing he was, it was prideful. If even his measly daughter could brush aside an important clan born man, he too could wait for a finer offer to come.

Back then, you had no idea that would lead to this.

You stood before a full-length mirror. Your dress came below your ankle, the neckline nothing short of chic modesty.

By all accounts and by the people serving you, you were expected to be prepared.

Your wedding was nothing special, a formality, nothing more. Clans from across Japan were here to see the ceremony. Still, your heart pounded as you gulped at your reflection. A shakily deep breath brought you little comfort as you squeezed your hand into a fist.

You knew little of the man you were to marry.

Here was what you had:

He was NOT a Zenin. Hallelujah.

He was not from any clan. (This had come as a shock to you, your father having only explored offers from fellow clan heads, you had no idea how this arrangement was to be made until Gakuganji, the principal of your school, Kyoto Jujutsu High, and one of the more powerfully cruel higher-ups, had arrived at your families estate, enlisting a "fine candidate" for your immanent marriage. He had seemed certain. Immovable.)

And last of the information you had, he was seemingly strong enough for your father to deem his ability to produce "quality children" acceptable. He was a grade 1 sorcerer, nothing to scoff at.

You knew your father would not have accepted the offer of a man without heritage if the higher-up’s had not endorsed it. Even now you wondered why they were so keen on this matrimony.

And that was all you had.

"You look beautiful." A maid from the estate was arranging your hair, she moved quickly, with a soft hand. You hardly noticed her. "I've heard he is a very gentle man," She starts up again after your eyes narrowed in the reflection of the mirror, "if that's any consolation." The women ends in a whisper.

You huff out a breath, "Thank you."

That's what they all say.

You wonder if she was lying to you. This morning you had heard your mother crying in your bedroom after you had made up your sheets for the last time. It made you sad, knowing she was afraid for you.

Afraid you would turn out like her.

You swallow with some effort and look up to the maid at your side, she smiled at you.

"It looks lovely." You say, assuming she wanted praise.

She lays a hand on your shoulder and her smile crinkles in a funny way, "He is very handsome." Her eyebrows tilt in a telling fashion, she almost giggles.

Great.

What were you to say to that?

"I... see." You look at the floor and turn away from your reflection. All that was left was for your father to arrive. To take your hand in an uncomfortably tight grip and lead you down the aisle to the man that was decided to be the father of your children.

"Is there anything you would like, before I leave you? It won't be long now..." The maid tries to meet your gaze so you look up to her face once more.

"No, there's nothing, thank you for helping me." You try to smile at her but your throat hurts from the brief amount of talking you have already done.

The women nods her head, she turns to go but hesitates at the door, for a moment you think she is going to turn and speak to you, to say something as a comfort perhaps, but just as her body holts to grip the door, the hinges swing away and your father steps in.

"Move out of my way. Move! Out!” Your father shoves at the women who had been by the threshold and she escapes out the door with a hushed apology and not a glance at yourself.

You stand before him. Resolved to not shutter in these moments. Neither of you speak until he swings his arms and says,

"Well, are you coming?"

You almost want to laugh. How you wish you could look up at the domineering man and say, no I don't think I am, but you knew better, and although he extends no arm to you, you take the few steps to his presence and heave a sign.

"Stand up straight. Serve us well."

You knew those would be all the words you heard from him tonight, as unhappy as you were to be married to a strange man, you felt pleased to know you would no longer be living in your clans estate, just as you knew your father would be glad to be rid of you.

Your fathers movements seemed all too fast. His steps, his reaching for your arm, his pulling you out the door and into the hall.

You felt as if time was slowing but those around you weren't effected. Your father huffed angrily, tugging you along. This was happening too fast. You didn't want this. You weren't ready.

You wiped the sweat from your palms over the satin dress hanging on your waist. The collar that once seemed elegant was starting to choke you. The door to the ceremony was drawing closer, you could hear music but it was almost as if the closer you came, the foggier it sounded.

Echos of your mother’s cries this morning permeated your brain. You knew you were asking for too much. But in those last moments before your autonomy would be taken from you, you had only one wish.

That the maid was right. That the man at the alter would truly be a gentle creature...would be tender....would be mild?

The doors were swinging open. The light was bright, but you did not dare to raise a hand to block its assault. You walked slowly, arm tightly locked in your fathers grasp. You noticed the clan leaders in the audience, but as your eyes tried to take in the man at the front of the room, you stuttered in your steps.

Hoping your father would take no notice, you tried to recall how you knew the man who was meeting your eye.

You began to put together who this man was, having met him before, though you hadn't been introduced. That one interaction had showed you he would not have been a man you would want to live the rest of your days with. He had seemed unhappy in those moment.

Fear shot through you.

An unhappy husband was more dangerous than any curse you had faced.

Having stared long enough, you drop your gaze from his own piercing one. You almost want to smile, but you're unable to.

Maybe he isn't as free as you thought he was. Poor him.

You wonder how he even managed to get in this predicament as the music began to come to its end. You're stepping up onto the platform that your future husband stood upon, your ankle wobbles in the heels that were chosen for you.

In a flash you see his arm reach out for you but you’re only confused, shrinking back a bit father from him.

You look to meet his gaze once more. He's barely a few breaths from you. His eyes seem focused on your face.

The officiant is talking but you cannot hear him.

You realize one of two things in this particular moment, one, the maid was right about something, this man was remarkably handsome. And second, you realize you're feeling quite faint.

The dress had not been so hot before you were standing before this man in front of all these people under the shine of all these lights. You swallow, dig your nails into your palms, the officiant seems to be speaking to the man before you and it isn't long before your husband speaks out a low, "I do."

You feel as though you must pay attention, your bit is coming up now and you would hate to embarrass your family, but you can hardly hear the man over the pounding in your ears. A prick of sweat starts to form on the back of your neck.

There is a pause in the mans speech, he looks at you intently, after a moment he raises a brow.

Ah, right. "I do." You say.

You look anywhere but your husband. Knowing you weren't expected to kiss, you try to take in some more air. This was it.

The officiant hands something to the man before you.

He's so tall. The suit he is wearing seems to fit him perfectly, and you can’t help wondering who helped him here today if he had no clan members.

His arm is suddenly in front of you, palm up. It takes you but a moment to know what he is asking for. You brace yourself and set your hand within his own.

He places his other hand onto yours for a moment, engulfing your hand in his grasp. You are shaking, you know you are, but with everything going on in this very moment, you are hoping he won't notice.

A ring is being slipped onto your finger. Good, now your turn.

He hands you his own, a plain ring of gold.

Don't drop it. Do not drop it. Don't-

You miss his ring finger once before finally sliding it on. You hope no one noticed. You pull your hand free of his first and look to your father in the crowd.

This was it, right?

There was an echo of the efficient, "I now pronounce you husband and wife", and the group before you claps in respect.

The man who you had just married is bending down to your ear, but he doesn't say anything. You look him from your peripheral vision, and he is tilting his head down the aisle a bit.

Ah, yes. Your hand is in his own as you go back down where you just came. Your life is forever changed now.

So much lay before you, so much for you to worry about, but the one thing on your mind in this moment is how the grip of your husbands hand is infinitely more pleasant than the aggressive clasp your father had on you.

You hope against hope, that maybe, you would never feel the harsh grip of a man again.

But that was too wishful, was it not?

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Imagine Newly-wedded Husband!Gojo Satoru using his mouth to remove the delicate white-laced garter on your thigh, feeling his lips brush oh so closely to where your pussy is as his hands roam over your calves and knees with the intent of stimulating you even more, you were almost sure he gave a small peck to where your clit is before he lifted his head from your expensive—no doubt—Wedding dress with a victorious grin, all while still biting the garter as if it was a trophy he was more than happy to get. But that little scene he did was just the beginning, because when the two of you finally reached the king-sized bed of your newly-refurbished mansion, he's had you in such a dizzy, fucked-out daze that you don't even remember how many times the both of you came, or how much time has passed after Satoru basically pouncing on you like a predator with his prey. You were littered in hickies, marks, bites, cum, and yet Satoru's still not stopping, "Fuck, did you know how much I wanted to do this to you now that were married? I don't think I can stop now that I have you looking like this... Come on, one more round, you can do it, right honey?"

[gojokive]

. . . 𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Gojo Satoru

► 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'

+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom → sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (sl★t), rough s★x, riding his abs, f★ngering, some hatef★cking

+ Tags: @ciggrx

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, how they desperately — desperately — follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.

𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him — instead of how it really is.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru — causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.

Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people — he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"

"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth — something he's been dying to taste.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration — totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."

𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to — are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction — you're both insane."

Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is — is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 accuses you of liking his best friend — to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall — and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.

. . . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock — and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.

It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.

The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."

But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.

𝐎𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am — yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.

Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.

"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.

Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that — wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝… "It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.

His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently — "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."

Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like — he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲"!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies changing at all.

But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic. Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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Baby fever with Nanami

Cw and tags: Short text. AFAB reader and use of female pronouns. Smut. MDNI

You always get too excited in Halloween, decorating the house and buying candies for the kids. You put some facial painting and wait, excited to give some candy. Nanami has always found cute his little wife moving around, but this year, something was different.

The way you knelt to talk with the little kids, giving them candy and talking excited as you praise their costumes, changed something inside of him. The idea of having a little mix of you and himself, taking your kid to trick or treat, seeing you share your excitement with a small proof of your love... makes him go mad. He suddenly needs to make you the mother of HIS child, to see you all round and soft because of him.

And you did notice this. In the way he rolls his hips deep inside your cunt touching all the right places, how he doesn't stop even when you've cum a couple times. He's usually so talkative during sex, but now he's buryed in your neck, groaning and whispering things as "mine" or "gotta breed my wife" from time to time. Your nails dig into his back, leaving marks, and nothing coherent goes out of your lips at this point.

But nothing could prepare you for when he came, filling your insides as deep as he ever has before. He rolls his hips back again. Fater, desperately and messier than the first time. He's moaning so needy, probably overstimulating himself.

"Kento!" You gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. "I'm sorry darling, I can't stop," he says, breathing heavily, pressing a kiss on your forehead as a light sweat layer covers his body "I have to fill you more and more, I have to cum so deep inside you to make sure you end carrying my baby by the end of this night"

And, oh, he does. Hearing him say that, seeing your usually dominant husband acting so needy did something to you, your cunt squeezing him so right that he just cum again. You hug him as he lays over you, trying to catch your breath. But that was only a round of a looong night. Nanami is a persevering man, after all. If he wants to get his wife pregnant, trust me, he will.

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best friend gojo thoughts hehe

best friend gojo! loves making you blush, and he’s a master at it. he’ll do anything to see you flustered; he likes to use corny pickup lines, or imply that he is in love with you to hide the fact that he most definitely is.

best friend gojo! will always find a way to give you his clothes. if you’re cold: he gives you his sweater; you got a stain on your shirt: he gives you one of his oversized shirts. it’s always a subtle sign that you’re his. not officially, but technically.

best friend gojo! is constantly picking you you up at insane hours of the night for spontaneous late-night adventures. he always texts you asking “are you home?” and the places you visit can vary drastically. he could take you to a bakery or just to see a late night view. as friends, of course.

best friend gojo! will always be around you. he insists on walking you everywhere, even if it’s just across campus or down the street to get coffee. “gotta keep an eye on you, you know,” he teases, but it’s clear he genuinely cares.

best friend gojo! loves taking selfies with you, especially when you least expect it. You’ll find random pictures on your phone with him making stupid faces, grinning like a kid, or photos of him and his other friends.

best friend gojo! randomly surprises you with thoughtful little gifts that remind him of you. one time, he got you a tiny turtle charm he picked up because “it looked like something you’d like,” and another day, he’s got your favorite snack waiting for you just because.

best friend gojo! loves teasing you. he pretends he’s way too cool for you. he’ll say something like, “can you even handle having the strongest sorcerer as your best friend?” just to piss you off.

best friend gojo! likes to sweep you into random hugs. he’ll throw an arm around you or wrap his entire body around yours just because. “what, I can’t hug my best friend?” he’d say with a pout.

best friend gojo! has secret signals that only you can decipher. from fake coughs that mean “let’s get out of here” to subtle hand signals for “I need backup,” you two can communicate without saying a word.

best friend gojo! thought it’d be hilarious if you two had matching keychains, but he secretly loves it more than he lets on. He even bought matching sunglasses and insists you wear them together because, according to him, “we’re a team!”

best friend gojo! tries to play it cool when he finally confesses. he’ll casually say something like, “you know, if you were lucky, you’d be dating a guy as awesome as me.” But when you don’t immediately laugh, he shifts, looking at you with a genuine vulnerability and mumbles, “…I mean, you actually could. If you wanted.”

best friend gojo! admits he’s had these feelings for a while but didn’t want to risk the friendship unless he was sure you felt the same.

best friend gojo! gets beyond excited when you say you felt the same. literally jumping for joy, hugging you, squishing your cheeks. anything to show how in love he was with you for so long.

best friend gojo! gets embarrassed when you tease him for his shyness about how he felt.

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i have some thoughts when it comes to satoru x older woman!reader . this is one of them . feast ur eyes !!!! suggestive . satoru is 20 years old in this , reader is whatever age u like but 10+ years older probs .

Satoru remembers that moment clearly. Tangibly. A reflection in a mirror, a photograph, a still-frame from his favorite movie. Warm amber light and cedar wood. Resins and shadows, black velvet spread out and rubbed the wrong way, red lace and dark wine, blood and desire thrumming hot under the skin and the promise of teeth in the dark.

See? It’s as real to him as life. He can see it. Think it. Feel it. 

But he can not breathe life back into it. 

And yet, he can still see you there. That face. That beautiful, open face. The flaring of your nostrils as they fill with air. The liberated sprawl of hair across the pillow, the curl of your fingers into the plush surface. The undulating curves of your body. He yearns to rove his fingers along each one, repeatedly, until he can remember the shape of you without effort. Without having to reach back into his memory. The darkest corners of his mind. 

Gojo hardly recalls his own position. He supposes his head must’ve been resting on his palm, since there’s vague remnants of pins and needles in said delicate recollection. He remembers not caring; or noticing, perhaps. 

Eyes of otherworldly blue drink you in. Your rest-riddled form, so true, so uncontrived. His to see, to hold, to keep. 

Rich, supple skin, beautifully bared, gilt-bitten. Your legs are one of his favorite parts of you, layered like cake, another one of his favorite things. He wants to sink his teeth into them, in the most humane, domestic way possible. To savor you; he’s sure taste will satiate him even in his next life. And the next. And the next. Selfishly. But he can be that here. Here, he can be anything at all. 

Anything, or nothing. Both. Neither.

Like a virgin, his lungs turn to jelly when he lowers his gaze to your breasts. The soft swell of them, nipples rounded, the eternal sensation of them suckled into his mouth temporarily stilting his train of thought. Satoru scruples, the inner corners of his brows twitching. 

His mouth waters, prompting him to swallow, as if somehow in your unconscious state you might notice and send him one of those simpering smirks where he might question if you can read his mind. 

Call it perverse, but Satoru lets his gaze linger there some more—perhaps in pure spite of your reaction should you be awake—before returning to the rest of you. 

Even in his petulance, Gojo cannot find one thing, one flaw in what he sees. It gnaws at him. He wrestles with the thought of waking you up to go again, as if the answer could be carved inside, as if he can somehow dissect his decrepit obsession, the golden idle that has taken over his every waking moment. 

Ah, who the fuck is he kidding?

You begin to stir. Gojo stumbles into a claggy-tongued state, his gaze unreadable. 

As if anticipating his presence from the bottom of the bed, you blink out the sleep from your eyes and speak huskily, “I thought you said you set an alarm?”

“Nah, I lied,” Satoru shrugs, smiling boyishly as you meet his gaze. The dust of pink along his cheeks isn’t lost on you. 

“I have a class to teach,” you remind him, adjusting onto your back. 

Satoru quietly appreciates the new view, laying his head on folded arms. “So? Cancel.”

“I should hope that’s the ex-student half of your brain talking and not the teacher-in-training side, Gojo-sensei,” you suspect, those older-wiser instincts kicking up internally. 

“Gojo-sensei, huh?” Gojo grins and drops his head to the side, “Write that one down.”

“In your dreams, kid,” you snort, throwing the blanket over his face and shooing out of bed. Gojo casts a pout under the blanket that you can’t see, yet it somehow doesn’t go detected. 

“Satoru,” you say in warning. 

The man groans excessively, petulance flaring up like the spitting of oil in a pan as he pushes himself off the bed, a familiar white shock of hair appearing in your peripheral. 

At this new turning point in his life, he’s finding it hard to adjust. This role of teacher feels like a part in a play. He’s not nurturing, and he really couldn’t care much for rules, nevermind the ones he would now have to enforce. 

Which was why he’s more than glad to have you. 

Without warning, Satoru lugs himself around your shoulders like a pet monkey. 

You hum, content, pulling off a loose tie from the mirror post, and throw it over his bite-littered neck. 

Satoru glouts at the mirror. 

“See?” you smile in tasteful jest, “Responsibility becomes you, Satoru.”

[gojokive]

Imagine celebrity!reader and actor!Nanami telling the world about their relationship (feat. Boxer!Sukuna cause why not)

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Consider this related to the first actor!Nanami head cannons I wrote about.

You and Nanami have been denying the relationship rumors for the longest time now. Every time a reporter or a fan would ask you about your relationship status, you’d be quick to change the topic. Which is why everyone stopped being suspicious after a while. “Y/N and Nanami Kento spotted at Nobu” a headline would read, but no one would bat an eye. At this point, your fans weren’t even surprised to see Nanami at most of your shows. They just took pictures of him and chalked it up to friendly support. Tabloids labeled you two as the most confusing friends in the entertainment industry as most tv shows and music videos required you both to be act as a couple.

Little did everyone know, you and Nanami had been dating all along. You realized that not having your relationship out in the open but still hanging out as friends was much more bearable because there weren’t a lot of eyes on you. It was Nanami’s idea and you simply ran along with it because you wanted him to be comfortable. You knew it didn’t matter as long as those who were close to you both knew you were together.

However, a few months into the relationship, Nanami started having this strange feeling in his chest whenever you had to make public appearances alone. Especially when you went to a boxing match as a promotion strategy for your new song. Everyone knew that The Demon aka Sukuna Ryomen was the biggest flirt outside the ring. Nanami was worried that Sukuna would be seen hitting on you and the press would run wild with that story.

Unfortunately, Sukuna did hit on you. But on the bright side, no one saw it happen! After you returned home from the event, Nanami sat you down and finally said what was on his mind. He wanted to go public. You couldn’t be more elated! You called your manager up and they had a whole strategic plan but you said that you wanted to be as spontaneous as possible.

Which is why, the two of you were now in a dressing room for a huge magazine cover shoot. You both (well, mainly you) had decided to go public in style! The photographer said that concept was about pillow talk. Think soft fabrics, loose clothing, unmade bed, messy hair, and natural makeup.

Everything felt very organic. You wore just a large t-shirt with messy hair while Nanami was going to be shirtless with sweatpants. The two of you posed for individual pictures first. You took a picture laying down, stretching, and then reaching towards the camera like you were reaching for your boyfriend’s face.

Nanami’s pictures had a more sensual vibe compared to yours. His pictures had him stare into the camera while leaning against a set window, lean back against the headboard with his arms crossed (making his pecs look absolutely stunning), and reading a book with one arm behind his head.

The pictures you two took together were quite romantic. The cover picture you both picked had his arm wrapped around you from behind while you sat in his lap, leaning back into his shoulder with a lazy smile. He looked stoic as usual (his manager told him not to go too crazy as his image was all about being strong and silent).

The photos came out and the world went CRAZY. You both got many compliments for your chemistry together and looking absolutely perfect even when you’re all messy. Fans clamored saying that they knew you both were together the entire time but were too afraid to reveal it. Not much changed but you both got a lot of positive attention by revealing your relationship. Obviously there were some negative aspects like tabloids talking about your supposed pregnancy or infidelity. But the two of you gracefully overcame them.

Cameramen at your concerts would purposefully point the camera at Nanami when you were doing a particularly sensual number. Everyone would cheer as soon as his flushed face would be displayed on the huge screens. Interviewers would quiz him on the lyrics of your songs (and he would always get them right). His fans began listening to your music and supporting you too.

In your case, many directors started considering you for more serious roles (perks of relationship nepotism). You would always be Nanami’s date at his premiers and you would be the first person he would thank in his award speeches.

And after a few years, when you guys get engaged, Architectural Digest would do a special segment where you both show off your vacation home in Kuantan, Malaysia.

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ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, reader plays volleyball, masturbation, oral (f receiving), obsessive behaviour, boobjob, penetration (p in v), 18+ minors dni.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who decides you're going to be his the very first time he sees you playing volleyball on the beach with your teammates wearing those pitiful scraps of material that can hardly be classified as a bikini.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes sure to pick up any and every extra shift he can just so he can figure out exactly what times you come down to the shore to practise.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose new favourite pastime is just to sit in his lookout post, barely paying attention to the water to keep an eye on anybody who may be in potential danger — no, lately, his gaze always seems to be fixed squarely upon you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but push his sunglasses up to rest in his hair so he can get a clearer view of you as you move around the sand, the way your scantily-clad body moves whenever you jump to hit the ball over the net just hypnotizing the poor man.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to disregard his duties completely to duck into a nearby beach hut when it becomes too much to just watch you, furiously fisting his leaking cock to the delicious mental image of your ass bouncing as you played.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who emerges from the hut looking like an utter mess, snowy locks dishevelled and swimming trunks hanging low on his hips as he stumbles back over to his lookout post. his strange behavior even grants him a few curious look from nearby beachgoers, but he couldn't care less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finds his hands clenching into tight fists by his sides when he observes one of the boys from the opposing volleyball team shaking your hand after a match. it's just a sign of mutual respect between players —  he knows that.

but that doesn't mean it irritates him any less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finally gathers the confidence to actually approach you later that afternoon while you're packing up your things, idly scratching the back of his undercut while he tries to think of a normal way to start a conversation.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who doesn't have to speak at all in the end, because you say the first words for him, greeting him with that pretty little smile of yours that he's only been able to see from afar up until now and outstretching a hand for him to shake.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but let a pleased grin spread across his lips while he returns the gesture, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction rising in his chest that his own touch on your palm has erased that previous guy's.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who falls even harder for you (if that's possible) during the few minutes he talks with you. it's nothing more than a friendly interaction between two regular beachgoers, but to him, it's one of many more to come.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels like he could do an embarrassing victory dance on the sand right then and there when you casually mention an upcoming volleyball competition that you'll be playing in. so you want him to be there, huh?

he nonchalantly responds that he might just be able pop by and watch some of it during his break — as if he isn't already planning on completely abandoning his post in favour of spectating the entire match instead.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is so full of excitement during the week leading up to the tournament that he just can't keep quiet about it for even a single second. his poor bestfriend lifeguard!geto is beginning to feel like he's the one with the giant, pathetic crush on you at this point.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would most likely be fired if his boss was to see him right now, sprawled across a bench and watching you compete at volleyball instead of looking out for drowning children in the waves.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is sporting a not-so-subtle tent in his swimming trunks as he sits there, which he tries in vain to hide by crossing his legs over his lap. i mean, can you really blame him? just look at the way those doughy tits of yours jiggle in that downright sinful bikini top!

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to clench his jaw to stop from snapping various profanities at the nearby beachgoers who have stopped in their tracks just to witness the match — he's not oblivious, he can see them checking you out just as he is.

but it's different when he does it. why? because you're going to be his soon enough. don't they understand that?

pervy lifeguard!gojo who isn't surprised in the slightest when your team easily triumphs over the other. after all, the opposing team doesn't have you on it. and although he knows little to nothing about volleyball, he can easily declare that you must be the best at it.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would ideally like to run up to you and gush about how well you performed, but due to the very visible... problem in his trunks, ends up darting into the nearest beach hut for the second time this month to relieve himself because of you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is halfway through sloppily jerking his hips up into his closed fist when sunlight suddenly starts to flit through the gap in the door — shit, he was so worked up he forgot to even close it.

rookie mistake, satoru.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose eyes widen to the size of saucers when he realizes it's you who just walked in through the doorway, shutting it gently behind you. he's about to start furiously apologizing for what you stumbled in on when he notices you don't seem nearly as shocked as you probably should be.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can only watch in stunned silence as you slowly saunter closer to him, your hands hidden behind your back as they easily untie the strings of your bikini top before letting it fall to the floor.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who releases what can only be described as a pornographic moan at the sight of your freed breasts, his neglected cock twitching beneath his hand as he ogles you without shame. if he had any self-awareness left, he might've been embarrassed of the small trickle of drool oozing from his slackened mouth.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels his cheeks flush a shade of red brighter than the leaking tip of his bobbing cock when you purr to him... "do you really think i haven't noticed you checking me out for these past few weeks, mr lifeguard?"

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow finds himself living out a scenario lewder than the wildest of wet dreams he's had about you, his jittery hips thrusting erratically between your tits as you keep them pressed together for him with your hands.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who reaches what is undoubtably the fastest orgasm of his life, his sunglasses toppling from his head as it falls back in bliss, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat as he releases a series of broken groans and whimpers.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who immediately joins you on your knees once he's come down from his euphoric high, long pink tongue lolling out to lap up every drop of sticky cum he split on your pretty tits, sucking and nipping at every inch of supple skin within reach.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who just can't stop yapping, going on and on about how perfect you are, how you've been on his mind for what feels like forever, how sexy you look when you're hitting around that volleyball.

it seems the only way to actually shut pervy lifeguard!gojo up is to shove his beautiful face between your legs, the only sounds leaving him now being mewls of enjoyment as he mouths at your saccharine taste through your bikini bottoms.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is already too lost in you to properly remove the material keeping him from your pussy, instead lazily yanking it to the side with a single finger so he can dive nose-deep into your sweet cunt like he's been dreaming about doing for weeks.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is just so messy with it, practically making out with your dripping hole as he rapidly delves his tongue in and out, moaning so shamelessly you'd think he was the one getting eaten out and not you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes you cum using only his sloppy mouth so many times neither of you even know just how long you've been cooped up in this beach hut where there's a real possibility that someone could walk in at any given moment.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't hold himself back from fucking you anymore — he's waited long enough already, after all. so he's effortlessly manhandling you onto your back as he pushes in, eyes locked onto the sight of your tits still glistening with his saliva and cum from earlier.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who buries his face between the valley of your breasts as he ruts into you like a rabid animal, word after word of slurred praise failing from his lips as he looks up you with those wide, lovestruck cerulean eyes.

god, he's so fucking obsessed with you. getting to finally feel you like this was just the final nail in the coffin.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow cums even harder than his previous climax, the overwhelming sensation of the tight, spongy walls of your cunt pulling him back in over and over again just unravelling his hazy mind with ease.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to psychically stop himself from letting out a choked whisper of 'i love you' as he spills his milky seed right into your womb where his cockhead is lodged, seemingly having enough awareness left to know that it's much too soon for that.

instead, pervy lifeguard!gojo settles for fixing you with a dopy grin so wide that both rows of his glinting pearly whites are on full display, murmuring a cheeky... "what do you say we make this a routine after every competition, pretty baby?"

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|| CHERUBFAE'S HALLOWEEN SPECIAL 2024 ||

tags: smut, NSFW, fem!reader, breeding, blowjobs, fingering, slight angst/fix-it-fic and spoilers for JJK (Gojo), predator/prey dynamics, public sex, no foreplay (in some), monster fucking, belly bulge, impossible standards but we can dream, unprotected sex, slight dubcon (pyramid head), this is a trail mix of all sorts of some of my favorite men (and my bestie's)!!. Pls enjoy!!

leon's is a bit short bc he's got a halloween treat comin' up ;D

Leon

"This is not a good idea." Leon's voice hisses next to your ear. Ever the hypocrite, he's not one to heed his own warning. He is far too focused on tugging his pants half-way down his ass, panting hotly at your ear, the clasps of his belt jingling together as he frees his swollen cock. His fingers push into your hole, messily stretching you out. Knowing you two don't have much time, he pulled them out after, lapping at your essence with a pleased moan. "So fuckin' good, princess."

Sinking into you with a guttural groan, Leon snaps his hips into you. His shirt is messily pulled up to his abdomen, biting his lip to conceal any moans. You back your ass up, meeting his thrusts as quickly and most importantly, as quietly as possible.

"I know this is rushed but you gotta try to relax for me, baby." He kisses just below your ear. "You were the one who wanted to fuck at a Halloween party, right? I promise I'll take care of you as much as you need me to when we're home... But for now, loosen up that pussy for this cock you love so much, yeah?" He breathily chuckles.

Zayne

"You're too bold for your own good...," His lashes flutter, his head falling back to rest on his chair. Legs widening, Zayne's breath stutters out of him the deeper you take his rigid length. "Doing such a thing like this in a place of healthcare practice and to a renowned surgeon no less. How naughty."

His heart stutters at your intense gaze between his parted thighs. Pulling off his cock, he can see how his length and your lips glisten with precum and saliva. "You say that... But were you not the one who fingered me to sleep last time I was here?" You smirk as Zayne's ears flush red.

"You said you needed help sleeping... Orgasms can provide that. When all of your muscles are tight during sexual arousal, an orgasm helps relaxes those muscles." Came his clinical response, despite both of you knowing you'd successfully cornered him. You grip his cock once more, relishing in how his hips jerk upwards.

Lapping at his tip, you grin. "And that's what I'm doing just now. My favorite doctor said he needed help relaxing-- and I think this is just what the doctor prescribed." The groan Zayne let out as you lowered your mouth onto him was music to your ears.

Sal Fisher

After your very first successful Halloween party in your new shared apartment, you and Sal giggle and hush one another, messily pulling off each other's costumes. You, a witch and Sal, a skeleton (or as he worded it, your 'willing victim'). With Chase Atlantic playing rhythmically from Sal's old stereo, he pushes you gently onto the soft bed.

Mask left forgotten and his glass eye already out of his socket and cleaning in a cup at his bedside table next to his tiny suction device. You couldn't help but adore him, staring up at him tenderly. You loved that he was able to be so comfortable with you like this. You supposed knowing him since high school and dating since sophomore year helped!

You reach up and cup his scarred cheeks, running your thumb above his missing nose. Sal closes his good eye, breath warm on your palm. He kisses your fingers, covering your hand with his. The passionate energy takes a softer turn, gently pulling off your clothing until you were both laid bare.

"I will never get over how beautiful you are." Sal murmured, his cold hands cupping the swell of your breasts, thumb circling the hardened nipple. His thick cock, surrounded by blue hair, nudges between your folds, though he is no rush to enter. Leaning down, he kisses you softly, an action you readily return.

Pyramid Head

You were easy to corner. It was laughable, really. Pyramid Head couldn't ignore those sweltering feelings any longer. The thrill of hunting you down like small prey had thrilled him to no end. He was sick of those nurses and the mannequins. He wanted something real, someone warm.

The scrape of his Great Knife splitting through concrete and asphalt grated on your ears. Wedging his knife into the crease of the segmented sidewalk, Pyramid Head backs you up against the fence. He towers above you; he has no visible eyes to look at, only the cold, rusted and bloody triangular helmet that presses against your cheek.

A shuddering, inhuman growl bellows like iron rubbing together, followed by a rather curious huff. Something hard pokes at your tummy and your eyes widen, heat rising to your cheeks. This thing... This humanoid embodiment of hate was rock hard, rutting his large erection against the seam of your jeans. His hands grapple for your shoulders, huffing demonically again. Impatient.

Seeing no other choice and admittedly, you were a bit curious. It certainly had been quite some time since someone had craved anything of you. And from what you could see of the great Pyramid Head, your curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.

Shimming your jeans and underwear down, you yelp as Pyramid Head hauls you into his strong arms. One arm barred across your lower back, his large blood covered hand spreads open your folds. Then, the fattest tip you've ever seen pokes out from under his dirtied apron; sliding up your folds to collect your wetness. He rubs himself against you messily, his hand moving to lock at your elbow, keeping you in place.

With immense searing heat, he pushes his thick, swollen cock into your tight channel. You feel like you're floating, your head knocking back against the fence. You could feel him stretch you impossibly wide, your tummy extending ever so slightly, and with the frantic upwards cant of his hips, you knew that the beast was far from done.

Gojo Satoru

He was here. He was home. Sukuna was dead. Defeated. The strongest had once again prevailed. Satoru had made it back to you alive.

Satoru approaches you like you were a newborn deer, power thrummed off of him. He'd let his infinity down. You weren't sure what you looked like in that moment, but you imagined he was mirroring your expression back at you. His snow-white hair was messily disheveled, his lips in a wobbly, uncertain smile and his eyes-- those endless ocean eyes. They looked like rippling waves with the more tears that filled them and spilled over, clearing paths on his dirty cheeks.

"I'm home, honey." Satoru spoke hoarsely, trembling as he gathers you in his arms. Instantly, his face finds its home at your neck, breathing in your scent. "I'm home." His grip tightened.

After hours of snuggling up on the sofa and Satoru freshly showered, you along with him--neither of you could bear to be apart from the other right now. You curled into his embrace, his arms wrapped around you like a safety belt, his long fingers brush the waistband of yours, his, sweatpants. Satoru kissed your jaw.

"Is it okay, pretty? I--," Voice breaking, Satoru swallowed thickly. "I need to know this isn't a dream." Nodding, you shift your hips up, helping him push your sweatpants and underwear down. Satoru does the same, gently swirling his pink head against your folds.

Leaning into his embrace, you grip his arms, making him look at you. "I don't need prep, 'Toru. I wanna feel you too. Want it just like this, please?" Cupping his cheek, he leans into your touch and nods understandingly. Guiding himself into you, the two of you gasp. Your fingers thread together tightly, slowly rocking into each other. Reunited once again. <3

Cloud

It was no secret that Cloud could be quite socially awkward. When he wasn't thinking about his next payment, the free estate of his mind more than often drifted to you. It was rare for him to not have you by his side, but you'd had your own mission to attend to.

Mako-blue eyes drift to his lap, feeling the subtle twitch in his black trousers. He'd been throbbing for days on end now, but rather than dealing with it he willed it to leave on its own. Pleasure always felt better when it was shared with you, after all. But thinking of you only served to make his cock harden more.

Hissing, Cloud shoved his bottoms down far enough for his swollen member to pop up, slapping wetly against his bare stomach; a string of sticky pre connecting his skin to his reddened tip. With a growl, he wrapped his hand tightly around the base of his thick cock and squeezed his eyes shut tight, doing his best to mimic how you felt around him.

He could still feel the phantom touches as you traced your fingers up to his tip and down to his base, moving your hand to cup and fondle at his heavy balls, every touch of yours was like you were worshipping a beautiful lost god.

"Shit--fuck, baby!" Cloud gasps, hips jerking into his fist, cum squirting out of him until his knuckles were dripping in it. He'd really been too pent up... He couldn't wait til you were home. He misses you. :(

Bonus for the sillies<3

Astarion

"Shhhhhh, darling...," Astarion hushes into your mouth, making you snort back at him. The two of you drunkenly giggle, a little more than pleasantly buzzed, and chat with each other out in the hall of the inn in what you two think were whispers. "Can't wake the others. Do you have the key?" He hiccups softly, leaning his chin on your shoulder, making your hunt for the room key that much more difficult.

You grin and pull the key out of your chest bandages, winking. Astarion purred approvingly. Leaning your forehead onto the door, you narrow your eyes and focus on trying to hold it steady, struggling to line the key up with the doorknob. Behind you, Astarion snickers like a schoolboy.

"You don't struggle this much guiding me into you... Has a door bested you, love?" He slurrs, nuzzling at your arm like an affectionate cat. You scowl and playfully and softly place your entire hand on his face and ease him back.

"Ack!" Astarion sputtered, blinking with annoyance as you unlock the door triumphantly. You enter first, the spawn stumbling in behind you. He makes for the bed first, leaving a trail of clothing behind him and crawling atop the sheets. Propping his cheek up with his palm, he relaxes into an attempt to look seductive, which wasn't hard. His thick cock, however, was quickly becoming so. Everything about him was ethereally beautiful, even in your drunken haze.

You squint at him, weighing your options as best you could with your inebriated state. If the two of you started fucking, the chances of either waking up another inn guest or resulting in some sort of drunken injury were quite high.

Ultimately, you decide it's not a good idea, as delicious as Astarion looked. You shed your boots and sit on the edge of the bed. The spawn pouts, reminding you of a cat once again as he paws at your backside.

"Don't you want to, love? We can snuggle instead if that's your desired passion." Astarion wiggled himself under your arms. You smile, brushing back his bangs to kiss his forehead. "We should wait 'til we're both sober, honey." Astarion nuzzled himself against your bosom.

Easing you both back onto the bed, Astarion cuddles into you. The both of you pass out, the spawn entirely naked at your side and you; half-dressed and half-off the bed in a starfish spread, mouth wide open in a snore.

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thinking about teen gojo who’s still learning how to control his powers… and just starts floating every time you kiss him.

you just started dating after he won your heart some time around your first year as jujutsu high students, and there’s not really a difference from when you were friends compared to when you’re now together but—

there are the closer cuddles during movie nights and the spotanenous hangouts now established as dates amongst other things, and of course, the kisses.

funnily enough, it was you who intiated the first kiss, even after his oh so bold and confident claims that he’d be the best boyfriend and kisser, despite never having been in a relationship before.

some might consider that your first kiss with gojo wasn’t so special, but it’s special to you.

it had been a convenience store run he had dragged you out on during the ungodly am hours. satoru rummaging for his newly bought sweets in the grocery bag, his tongue poking out of his mouth. his expression had lit up when he pulled out his candy, eyes flitting to yours and then-

you leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

his snowy eyelashes fluttered in shock, staring at you like you had just strung up the stars in the current night sky overhead. the dim light from the convenience store casts a glow over your facial features, and it takes him a moment to realize that the curvature of your lips had just been on his. that you had kissed him.

and then he started floating.

you couldn't help but laugh and pull him back down and in for yet another kiss.

and it keeps happening every time you kiss him now. it doesn’t matter what he was doing before, as soon as your lips leave his, his feet leave the floor too — quite literally.

you’d think that he’s doing it on purpose, but he swears that he isn’t! it’s not his fault that his technique goes haywire whenever you bless him with a kiss!

it’s to the point where you’ve decided not question it now, and even the others don’t too.

“suguru and i are going off for our mission!” and suguru watches his best friend lean down expectantly towards you, tapping his lips with a finger, “can i have a good luck kiss, sweetheart?”

and you oblige sweetly with a hum, “have fun, you two. be safe!”

suguru’s hand is already outstretched to tug satoru down to the earth by his jacket once he starts drifting upwards. “c’mon, satoru.”

hell, he’s been half-asleep, still drowsy as you give him a kiss while leaving his dorm early in the morning before you’re caught by yaga, and gojo starts hovering off the mattress like an exorcism is taking place, the thin blanket slipping off his legs.

(“i guess you can say that you really sweep me off my fee- ow!”)

and while it’s ridiculous, you also find that it’s rather endearing.

but god forbid you start making out with him though. you’re not quite sure on what might happen whenever that comes around..