#I think he wanted to be able to be someone nanami would be proud of

[lifebinds]

I need nanami to know that yuji beat his record at back flash… I need them to have a conversation, because yuji is so idly, so passively optimistic and kind. I think it was less of a bragging thing, and a, if I want to be a good sorcerer this is the level I should aspire to be. In his mind at the time, gojo was unreachable. I think he was meant to be someone to beat, but for yuji, nanami was a tangible goal. That was someone he worked with a lot, someone who actively mentored him on missions, in a way that yuji could understand what he was seeing.

[levisjinchuriki]

kinks - jjk men

summary - the types of kinks the jjk men would have

warning - nsfw!, 18+, mentions of kinks, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, brat taming, praise kink, bondage, sensory depravation, impact play, domination, submission, overstimulation, edging, manhandling

satoru gojo - exhibitionism 

gojo thrives on the thrill of being caught. he’s always waiting for the perfect moment to whisk you away, excited by the thought of someone hearing your moans or walking in on him pleasuring you.

“think anyone would hear if you screamed my name?” 

in his car, parked somewhere secluded but not entirely hidden, his hands are on your waist as he helps you ride him. gojo watches your reactions, smirking at every gasp and moan you fail to keep in. he chuckles, loving how you’re unable to control yourself.

“think you can keep quiet?” 

if you’re out shopping, gojo will 100% join you in the dressing room. he’ll make you try on all your new outfits for him and somehow find a way to slip himself into you, testing if any article of clothing will be enough to stop him. they never do. 

gojo thrives on how responsive you are to him, and he’ll push just far enough to see how much you can handle. he loves watching you battle with the risk of being caught and the pleasure of the moment.

“it’s just us, baby. trust me. no one else matters right now”

if there’s a mirror nearby, he’ll angle you so you can see yourselves. he loves to watch your reactions, and loves to make you watch as he ruts into you. 

“look how gorgeous you are”'

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suguru geto - brat taming and praising

geto will find the perfect balance between indulging your defiance and putting you in your place. he wouldn’t react immediately to your brattiness—instead, he’d let you dig your own grave, enjoying the playful battle before firmly asserting himself in a way that leaves no room for argument. 

his first warning is an unamused look. if you continue, he’ll stop what he’s doing and say your name, daring you to push further. 

when geto finally decides you’ve gone far enough, his switch into dominance is seamless. his voice lowers, tone firm but never raised—it’s the kind of control that makes you feel small in the best way possible. he doesn’t need to yell. his presence alone is enough to make you rethink your choices.

“keep going, sweetheart. let’s see how far you think you can push me before you regret it.” “come here” “you wanted my attention, didn’t you? now you have it”

when it��s time to punish you he won’t shy away from edging you. he’s merciless, keeping you on the brink of pleasure while reminding you that your brattiness has consequences. he’ll make you beg for his forgiveness before considering easing up his punishment. and he won’t stop until there’s tears brimming your eyes. 

“are you done acting out, or should i keep going?" “you want to cum? earn it”“say you’ll be good for me… louder.”

when he decides you’ve had enough he’ll go right into praising you, knowing you need that drastic change to calm down. 

"look at you, taking it all, making me so proud"

despite geto’s stern demeanor, he’s incredibly attentive afterward. he knows you’ll be in subspace from his actions and won’t hesitate to dote on you. he’ll gather you in his arms, holding you close as he murmurs soft reassurances while his hands soothe the areas he’s punished.

“you’re such a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

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nanami kento - bondage and sensory control

he’s known for his calm, composed, and somewhat reserved demeanor, and would have a kink rooted in control, care, and subtle dominance. while he is generally seen as a professional and disciplined individual, his kink would align with his serious nature and the need to maintain structure. 

he likes structure and order, and the idea of being able to ensure that everything is carefully planned is appealing to him. he wouldn’t push your limits too far, either. he’d make sure you safe, secure and fully in the moment with him at all times. it isn’t just about the physical act—it’s about trust, control, and connection. he thrives on the balance of power, but he’d always be conscious of the emotional intimacy involved. 

he’d enjoy using restraints—whether it be ropes, cuffs, or silk ties. the idea of binding you to a bed, to a chair, or in a way that limits your movement just enough to make you fully dependent on him would drive him wild. he wouldn’t rush; he’d take his time, carefully tying the restraints to make you feel safe, yet vulnerable.

he’d like to dig into sensory deprivation, as well. occasionally, he’ll blindfold you, taking away one of your senses to heighten the others. and he’d make sure to draw out your pleasure slowly. he’d tease and test your limits, taking his time to find out exactly what pushes you to the edge without bringing you over it. 

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toji fushiguro - impact play and physical domination 

toji has a history of being ruthless. his kink would align with his dominant personality- something that taps into his need for control, intensity, and power. it would revolve around physical dominance, rough play, and impact play.

toji’s enjoys giving you some form of physical discipline or roughness during intimate moments. he’d enjoy the power dynamic of making his partner submit to him physically, but the kink wouldn’t be about cruelty—it’s about the adrenaline, the rush of power, and the vulnerability that comes with being physically overtaken.

toji wouldn’t be soft or delicate. he’d have a firm grip on you at all times. he’s so big compared to you and he’d use that to his advantage, making you know exactly who’s in control. he’d test your limits by spanking your ass and thighs before hitting you harder. his favorite part would be the way your body tenses when he delivers a slap, seeing you squirm under him.

he’d be aggressive in the way he holds you down and positions you. whether it’s pinning you against the mattress or simply making sure you don’t move unless he allows it, he’d make sure you feel his presence, both physically and emotionally.   

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choso kamo - overstimulation

choso is purely devoted to you. he loves every little reaction you give him—the way your body shivers, the way his name falls from your lips in broken cries, and the way you arch and squirm beneath him. when he’s lost in the moment, he becomes single-minded, determined to make you feel so good you can’t think of anything but him.

the moment your first orgasm hits, choso’s focus sharpens. he doesn’t stop—not because he’s ignoring your pleas but because he’s addicted to seeing you unravel under his tongue. the way you writhe and gasp spurs him on. 

choso’s fingers are relentless, pressing against all the right spots as he watches your body arch involuntarily. he loves how sensitive you become, how your legs tremble as you fail to push him away.

his tongue flicks and swirls between your folds as your cries grow louder. he looks up at you, his pupils blown out. his lips are glistening as he sucks on your clit. when your hands tangle in his hair to pull him away, he groans against you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

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sukuna - manhandling

with sukuna, manhandling isn’t just a kink—it's a power dynamic, an intense display of dominance that plays on his control and strength. he thrives when he uses his strength to guide, overpower and sometimes overwhelm you. 

it all starts subtly. you're in the midst of a heated argument when you push a little too much in a moment of defiance. he grabs your wrist, firm enough that there’s no escaping. his gaze locks onto yours—dark, calculating, predatory. "what do you think you're doing, little one?" his voice is a dangerous growl, full of restrained power.

there's something in the way he handles you—so effortlessly, like he owns every inch of space between you both. it makes your heart skip a beat, and you find yourself shivering, not from fear, but from a strange, intense excitement. his dominance, the way he just takes control without hesitation, turns you on in a way you didn’t expect. the idea of being physically overpowered, the feeling of sukuna’s strength and control– it was dizzying

with a small, almost mocking chuckle, he pulls you closer, pinning you against him with an unyielding grip. "you like this?" he murmurs, low and dangerous.

at that moment, you realize that you do. you feel your body flush with warmth as his hands tighten around you, as if you're his to hold. there’s something about the way he manhandles you, not in anger but in control, that awakens something inside you—a kink you hadn’t known existed.

from that moment, sukuna makes it a point to test your boundaries. he watches for your reactions, noticing the way your body responds to his forceful movements. the way you try to escape, only to find yourself pulled back by his unrelenting strength, excites you even more. there’s no struggle for him; you can feel his power as he effortlessly dominates you in ways that leave you breathless. his strength is intoxicating, and you can’t help but melt into his grip, even when you try to resist.

his kisses aren’t tender; they’re demanding, taking what he wants from you as if he has every right to. when he speaks to you, his words are rough and commanding, never soft or sweet.

"did i tell you that you could move?" sukuna growls, his hands roughly positioning you how he wants. he’ll use his body weight, making sure you feel every inch of his dominance. the way he towers over you, his presence consuming, leaves you feeling small and at his mercy.

it’s not just about the physicality. it’s about the way he makes you feel—like he owns you. when he tosses you onto the bed, when he positions you how he wants, it’s as if he’s marking his territory, reminding you of just how much control he has over you.

a/n: thanks for reading <3 please send requests in my inbox!!

creds: @elryisia

[seredelgi]

Do they get jealous?/ JJK x fem!reader

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Kento Nanami, Ryoumen Sukuna

tw: kissing, making out, jealousy, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, implied/referenced sex, raw sex, groping I guess

Disclaimer: all featured characters are depicted as adults

Gojo would never admit it. He loves to think of himself as the carefree type, one confident enough not to fear other men stealing you away from him. However, he is also very much aware of how hot you are, and he can’t help but count heads turning when you stroll down the street, your arm securely hooked around his. You pretend not to hear his teeth gritting and not to notice the way he possessively circles an arm around your waist to keep you closer to him. He’s not jealous, they’re just too damn greedy.

Geto’s eyes immediately darken as soon as he catches sight of another man looming over you at the club. They’re awfully bold, honestly, considering you’re usually already grinding against him as they confidently approach the scene. As soon as the poor things meet his gaze from over your shoulder they’re able to catch a glimpse of the silent threat hidden within them. But he’s not satisfied with just that. No, he carefully snakes an arm around your waist, his palm shamelessly spreading across your belly to make them unequivocally aware of who you belong to. And if they still dare touch you, then they deserve what’s coming to them.

Toji acts cold. He freezes you out until he can have you as he properly wants. Whatever he’s had to endure while out with you, whether it be yearning looks from other men eating you up with their eyes or you exchanging words with way too lustful strangers in lousy bars, he patiently waits for you two to be alone to vent it out. As soon as you’re past the threshold of your apartment he slams you against the wall and claims your lips in a heated kiss. He takes you raw that night because he can, making you moan his name so loud that you’re sure the whole building can hear. That’s what you get, after all, for putting him in such misery all night.

Megumi’s not the type to get jealous. He knows how beautiful you are, and he loves the way boys look at you whenever they notice, too. He’s not scared of such attention, as long as you’re not bothered by it. His only response to the occurrence is to provide the comfort of his presence whenever it makes you feel somewhat uncomfortable. It always does the trick to pull you flush against his chest and start peppering sweet, passionate kisses down your neck, driving looks away and shifting your attention back to where it ultimately belongs: to him.

Yuuji’s not possessive in the slightest. He knows that you easily draw the attention of other men, and he’s okay with it. However, from time to time he does get a bit insecure about it. He wonders if you could find someone to satisfy you better than he can, if you would leave him were that to ever happen. That’s when he comes looking for cuddles and pitifully pouts at you as he asks “ You love me, right?”. You can’t help but chuckle at the display, affectionately bumping your nose on his before answering him “ Only you, always”. It’s enough to dissipate any lingering doubt, enough to make him playfully nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and inhale in your scent.

Nanami’s fully confident in your loyalty, that’s never been a matter of concern to him. However, as soon as anyone tries to do anything even remotely disrespectful in your regards he feels compelled to step in, first and foremost politely asking them to back off. Unfortunately, sometimes that doesn’t work, and considering the size of the man, you’re dumbfounded by how often he’s got to resort to the second option. Let’s just say none of the boys that have made him go with it have left his sight unscathed.

Sukuna’s not so much jealous as he is proud to showcase you around. You're always the prettiest girl at any part he takes you to, and it shows in the way jaws immediately drop to the floor as soon as you walk by. He’s happy to circle his arm around your shoulder and dive into deep make-out sessions in front of anyone who dares look at you as if you were up for the taking. You’re his alone, and if the hickies covering your neck are not enough to make them stay away, then he’ll make sure to give them a little show by shoving his tongue in your mouth instead.

So what about the way they kiss you?

What gets them going?

And what pet names do they use the most?

What about AOT men?

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 29: Daddy and Breeding(Am I good enough for you?)

warnings/kinks: smut, mentions of drinking, daddy kink, breeding, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 1.1k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader teaser: Kento smirks, “I always meant to start a family…with you.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic

Losing Nanami was the worst thought you could ever imagine. But when he told you that he was leaving the sorcerer's life to try and salvage what normalcy he could, you were absolutely crushed. He was the man you loved the most, and though you utterly respected him, you wondered if he was making a huge mistake with leaving you and everything else behind.

After a few years, you did as you could to find a routine and to lead your life without your lover. Your feelings were still hurt and you were very much tender, but being able to train the newest batch of sorcerers made you proud. You were a good teacher and you found happiness by showing them the ropes.

You just never expected to be able to love again. Kento was your one and only, and you often thought about him. You even tried to track him down a few times, but you had to convince yourself otherwise. It would only lead to heartbreak.

The only thing that changed everything was when he returned to this life and to you. You were busy helping Gojo train his team and you took a liking to young Yuji. But you weren’t expecting the love of your life to be training the same young sorcerer.

You swore your heart stopped when you saw Kento for the first time in years. He was even more beautiful than the last time. Behind his glasses, you saw just how tired he was. Yet his eyes seemed to twinkle when he saw you again.

“Didn’t think you were coming back,” you say to him, a soft smile on your face.

Kento smiles back, “Didn’t feel like I had much of a choice to come back. Satoru has been on my ass for so long about this.”

It doesn’t take long for the flame to be rekindled. Days upon days of spending time together gets you both reacquainted with one another. Kento is just as sweet and selfless as he’s always been. He’s falling in love with you even more now than he was back then. Now it’s different too. You’re both adults, both grown up…now is his chance to make a difference.

One night, he invites you over to his place. You happily accept, hoping to spend a little more alone time with your former lover. Once inside his apartment, you’re not at all surprised to find it so furnished in such a fancy way. He’s always been one to enjoy the classier things in life.

“I guess being a salaryman has been good to you,” you tease him softly.

He smirks as he passes you a glass of wine, “Yeah, it has. But it was difficult without someone to come home to.”

You two fall silent, unsure of where to take this conversation. He guides you to the couch and he begins putting on a record. It’s your favorite album. A soft smile spreads on your face. Kento sits next to you and you both begin to reminisce on the times before all of this.

“We were so young then…” Kento says, a smile on his face.

You laugh, “Yeah we were.”

You look into his eyes and all the things that made you so crazy for him come flooding back to you. You want to kiss him, but you’re so scared. You’re so worried he’ll reject you. Maybe he’s found a lover this time. You’d be left behind.

“There was always something I meant to do, but I never got a chance to.”

You cock an eyebrow, “What’s that?”

Kento smirks, “I always meant to start a family…with you.”

You barely have any time to consider his words before he’s kissing you with passion and love. His hands cup your face, pulling you closer. The two of you have so much left unsaid, but this kiss is all that’s needed to convey those emotions.

Kento is so quick to guide you into the bedroom, undressing you with haste. He needs to taste you and touch you and fuck you. He continues giving you those head-spinning and heart-stopping kisses. He picks you up, making you gasp at his strength.

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger,” you comment, your eyes glazed over with lust.

Kento laughs, “Oh there’s more to me that has changed since the last time you saw me.”

He throws you gently onto the bed, and quickly he crawls onto you. You pull him in for a fiery kiss, your tongues rolling together in such ecstasy. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him even closer.

Once Kento has you both undressed, you swear you’ve never felt so aroused in your life. He looks into your eyes before he begins kissing down your body. He grunts when he spreads your legs and gets an eyeful of your perfect little cunt. He’s been waiting much too long for this moment.

The moment his tongue presses against your folds, you know you’re done for. You’ll never be able to love again. He’s the only person you’ll want for the rest of your existence. Kento feels exactly the same way about you.

He laps at you like a starved man, his expertise for the sexual act very apparent with each move he does. It’s like he knows how to work your body, and you squirm and writhe beneath him in utter ecstasy. He’s good to bring you to your peak almost three times before you’re begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah? Does my pretty little baby need daddy to fill her up?”

Your heart skips a beat. You never knew him to be so filthy like this. You nod your head frantically, hoping you’re able to convey just how needy you are for him.

“No,” Kento says before kissing you. “Need to hear it, baby. Need to hear it from your pretty lips.”

You moan, “Daddy, please…fill me up.”

He spreads your thighs even wider, and he teases you with the head of his thick cock. You’ve most definitely never had a lover as large as Kento. He’s the perfect man for you. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he slowly pushes into you, making you both begin panting once he’s bottoming out.

“I love you so much,” Kento pants as he begins to fuck you. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

You hush him gently, “It’s okay. You’re here with me now, daddy.”

Kento pulls your thighs up to his chest, placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he’s reaching so deep inside of you. Kento looks deeply into your eyes.

“Gonna breed you so good,” he grunts. “You’re not leaving this room until you are pregnant.”

[kenziebluex]

The Broken Heart That Makes Us

Posted so you guys have something to read while your family watches the Super Bowl... Happy Sunday!

Story Description: 

Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.

Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.  

Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?

(18+) Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.

Read on ao3: TBHTMU

Chapter 7:

Saturday mornings were reserved for Megumi’s weekend training. Usually, you would use that time to run errands such as grocery shopping, going to the dry cleaners and then maybe grabbing a sweet treat for the both of you when you go to pick him up. Today, you decided to try a new bakery around the corner from the dojo because they were introducing a new spin on Megumi’s favorite pudding. 

You arrived back to the dojo earlier than usual with pudding in tow. You wore a tracksuit and sunglasses to hide the puffiness in your eyes. You were always in awe when you snuck a peek into their practices. Watching Megumi practice hard and listen diligently always made you proud. Luckily, Gojo hasn’t noticed your presence yet as he was too busy teaching. But today, the other instructors were there. 

On the far left of the dojo, you saw the tall blonde man you run into occasionally on weekend trainings.

Kento Nanami 

You think that was his name. A stern man not of many words and yet, why do you have the desire to study him? He was a mystery and always lingered in the back of your mind since you first saw him at the cafe. His back was facing you, but it wasn’t hard to pick him out in a crowd. He’s hard to forget. He was gorgeous and masculine. Broad shoulders and a bulky form, evidence of his extensive training in martial arts. Gojo often teased him so you scarcely heard him speak. A deep voice that only spoke clean cut sentences that highlighted his earnest disposition. Delicate blonde hair that looks like it was kissed by the summer sun and cheek bones that provided the perfect definition to his face. 

You craved for his back to turn to look at you. You wanted his discerning eyes to probe you…to undress you? 

Now you’re getting out of hand…

You turned back to Gojo’s students and they were in the middle of a bow. That meant class was over. 

As the other students gathered their stuff and brushed past you to catch their rides. You stepped out to the tatami mat to meet Megumi who was in the middle of an intense conversation with Gojo. He took a double take to notice you arrived and gave Gojo a nod before hustling towards you.

“Good work!” You congratulated while handing him his pudding. His eyes lit up and a soft smile tugged on his lips. He looked back up to you.

“I’ll go get my stuff.” He jogged away to pack his work out bag. 

“Did you get my text?” A fluttering voice startled you out of thought. You looked up to see Gojo. His blue eyes somehow lacked its usual vibrancy and you could swear there were dark circles forming under his eyes. He clearly tried to hide it with his award winning smile but it was clear that he was up all night. Just like you. 

You adjusted your sunglasses to sit securely on your nose before responding. He watched you eagerly waiting for you to say something. You felt like you paused a little too long. Your head turned to once again follow Megumi who got caught up in conversation with some of the other students in Nanami’s class.

“Um…yeah. I did.” You heard Gojo shift his weight, likely out of nerves. He was probably worried that even then, you wouldn’t want to talk. Your head turned back up to him.

“I’m going to take Megumi home and fix him some lunch first. I’ll come by your place afterwards if that’s ok?” Your voice raised a little too high at the last part. But you could tell he was relieved. He fought the urge to pull you into a hug in front of all of his students and resorted to scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

A long sigh fell from his lips.

“Good…that’s great. Thank goodness.” He murmured to himself. Megumi took his place by your side and you two started heading towards the exit. You turned back to see if Gojo was still watching you go but he had already gone to converse with another instructor who was about to start the next session. However, there were still a pair of eyes that watched you leave. 

For a brief second, you could have sworn that Nanami had his eyes on you. His intense and focused look seemed to have been glued to your form. But he must have been looking past you, right? You concluded that you were being too self-conscious and broke eye contact. 

But your heart never forgot his gaze.

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The drive to Gojo’s house was painful. The swell in your eyes calmed a bit more since earlier but you still think you look worse than usual. After all, you were forced to revisit the emotions of last night and face the actions that followed after. You were reckless because you thought you no longer had anything to lose. But you realize that depending on how everything unfolds, it could also affect Megumi. You thought about this even before starting a relationship with Gojo which is one of the reasons you tried not to get too close.

But you became selfish, wanting to be with Gojo trumped the consequences. You were lucky that it doesn’t seem like what happens between you two affects your son. However, a lot of that has to do with Gojo loving your son just as much as you do. You both want him to succeed regardless of what’s going on in your own lives. 

The sun was setting by the time you made it to Gojo’s penthouse. You abandoned your tracksuit and sunglasses for blue boyfriend jeans, a pearl blue spaghetti strap bodysuit with a small fake diamond necklace and tennis shoes. The doorman who typically let you in tipped his hat towards you as you made your way to the elevator. You tried to push away the anxiety crawling up your spine making way for an open mind. 

‘This is what you’ve been craving right? For him to open up?’ You thought to yourself; yeah, but not at the risk of him breaking up with you. All instances where you tried to talk to your ex after a breakup ended horribly but you thought to yourself. ‘Gojo is different from them’. You released a deep breath to expel your negative thoughts as you rang his doorbell. 

The door opened to Gojo wearing a kiss the chef apron on top of an off-white long sleeve sweater and gray sweatpants. His eyes wore initial shock but then softened tenderly the longer he searched you. 

“Satoru…” You breathed. Gojo’s hands traveled up your cheeks and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You froze, puzzled at this development as Gojo’s tongue tasted your lips. You melted into the kiss, allowing him entry and curled your arms around his neck and hooked your fingers in his freshly shampooed white locks. You two were making out in his doorway and you weren’t sure if the ‘talk’ he planned had much talking after all. 

“Satoru. I turned down the stove fire for you.” A voice interrupted you back into reality. Gojo slowly broke the kiss and placed his hands at your biceps to unlatch your arms. He took your hand and pulled you inside. 

Your tender moment was replaced with horror. 

“Thanks, Suguru!” 

Your jaw clenched and eyes grew wide. You swore your lungs locked because you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat beaded your forehead while staring at the man. Long black hair, mischievous and yet seductive feline eyes that soon found yours and your body spasmed. However, he simply…smiled?

Gojo gripped you with warm hands on both shoulders to swing you in front of him. 

“Y/n. Don’t be shy~. This is Suguru Geto.” Gojo bellowed. Geto took a bow and took your hand. He kissed it while retaining eye contact with you.

“Nice to see you again. Y/n.” His words dripped like honey but his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The look that only he dared to give you.

Disgust

You can’t blame him. As far as he’s concerned, you just had sex with him and then he caught you making out with his friend the day afterwards. But there was something that didn’t entirely click for you. 

“Not fair. You two already know each other?” Gojo pouted while leaning down to rest a lazy chin on your head. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and chest, pulling you into his embrace. Geto let go of your hand and shoved his into his black jogger pockets. His disgusted expression turned into a pleasant one when he addressed Gojo again. All of the sudden, panic and worry started clawing at your skin. 

‘He wouldn’t say anything here. Would he? I mean technically I was broken up with so it’s not cheating.’ You rationalized with yourself. It calmed you down a bit but it was still a conversation you wanted to avoid anyway. 

‘Technically, I’m still broken up with.’ A small pout grew on your face. Although Gojo still acted like nothing has changed, his phone call last night changed everything.

“Well, you found out that I’m producing a drama in the neighborhood. I know I should have reached out but to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to talk to me. But when you ended up calling me first yesterday, our first conversation after all this time was… pretty hard wasn’t it?” Geto mentioned before continuing. You felt Gojo tense and your eyes darted down in deep thought. 

Geto swatted his hand and shrugged his shoulders.

“Long story short, that night we had a meet and greet  and she seemed to be a fan I recognized.” Geto threw a knowing glance in your direction and you laughed nervously. 

“That reminds me. I think you left out without getting an autograph. I have some pre-signed ones in my bag in the guestroom if you want. Follow me.” Geto motioned and you hesitantly broke away from Gojo’s grasp. Gojo started following behind.

“Sa.To.Ru. Aren’t you cooking?” Geto reprimanded and Gojo jumped back.

“Fuck! My enchiladas!” He dashed to the kitchen before the smoke alarms went off. Once Gojo was gone, Geto made another reassuring glimpse towards you, clearly he sent Gojo away in order to speak with you alone. He turned his back and stalked towards the back guestroom. You followed him. 

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“So. Are you staying here?” You ask while Geto hikes to the other side of the guest bed to pull his travel bag from under it. The sound of him tugging the zipper open echoed across the room.

“When he found out I was in town, he told me it would be a waste to stay in multiple hotels for months at a time when he has guest rooms.” Geto answered calmly, fumbling through his binder of flyers and work paraphernalia. He searched for signed posters of each actor, pulled it out one by one to lay on the bed, and continued to flip through to find more. 

“H-How do you two know each other?” You twiddle your fingers in front of you, eyes not leaving the freshly vacuumed floors.

He snapped the binder closed.

“Aren’t you getting too full of yourself? Interrogating me like this. Shouldn’t you be begging me for mercy to keep your little secret?” His eyes narrowed. Your fists balled as you marched towards him, furiously. You held up an accusatory finger towards him. 

“You are not making me the bad guy in all of this. He broke up with me as far as I was concerned. So even if you say something, it wouldn’t be my fault!” You argued quietly, mindful that Gojo was still nearby. Geto’s face remained unphased for a moment but then a wicked smile grew on his face.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down where his lips hovered over your ear.

“Then let’s go tell him together, shall we?” He hummed. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious but you were frightened all the same. You violently pushed him back but he barely even stumbled.

“Ah my poor dear friend. His girlfriend is a liar and a slut.” He advanced towards the doorway with a stack of signed posters in tow. You took in an offended gasp.

“You watch your mouth.” You hissed and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He clawed the doorway trim.

“With that tone, I might assume you’d want to fuck me again.” He mocked before disappearing out of the room. 

He didn’t allow a word of rebuttal as you stood still, boiling with rage. 

___________

Gojo placed the hot pot of rice in the middle of the table next to the baked enchiladas. You couldn’t even look up from the plate in front of you while sitting at the long dining table. Gojo’s plate was at the head of the table to your left and Geto coincidentally sat right across from you. 

Gojo untied his apron and stuffed it in a kitchen drawer. Geto had already started eating.

“The bathroom…”Geto started and your eyes darted up towards him.

“Did you change the decor the last time I was here?” Geto smiled while scooping a serving spoonful of rice onto his plate. 

“I just changed the lighting really. It was bad for my eyes.” Gojo explained while taking a seat at the head of the table. 

You relaxed and reached towards the spatula to spoon some enchiladas to your plate. Gojo reached at the same time and your fingertips collided. Your lashes batted tip to Gojo and a humored smirk grew on his face. He tilted his head.

“Raise your plate. I’ll serve you.” Gojo ordered. A blush grew on your face as you lifted your plate next to the pan of enchiladas. He shuffled them one by one, each one hotter than the last. The smoke piping out of the dish.

Geto brought a glass of water to his lips.

“Don’t burn yourself. Your body might still be in pain.” Geto advised. Shocked at the implication, you dropped your plate onto the table and it broke in half, your enchiladas rolling onto the table in a cheesy mess.

“Oh my.. I’m saying, Satoru, didn't you have to go to the dojo yesterday?” Geto continued. You and Gojo remained shocked as the sound of the broken plate ricocheted around the dining room. You immediately stood up and attempted to clean up the broken pieces. You cut your finger and Gojo noticed, standing up to take a look. 

He wrapped his hand around your injured one and brought it up to his gaze. 

“It was just a meeting…” Gojo murmured to Geto while inspecting your finger. 

“Well, let me make myself useful.” Geto huffed, standing up to go to the kitchen to retrieve some paper towels. 

“I’m so sorry. I-.” Your voice cracked as you felt tears coming on. You feel like you’re being humiliated. Every single thing Geto says draws hives up your back. There was no way you were going to make it out of this dinner unscathed. You needed Gojo to let you know that you are his and nothing is going to change that. But right now everything is too up in the air. Too fragile. You feel like one wrong word could tear everything apart. Tears swelled in your eyes.

“A plate doesn’t have feelings.” Gojo sighed and slid his hand down to your wrist and pulled you with him into an upstairs bathroom. 

He fumbled through the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit and he wrapped a bandage around the small cut. The action was swift but tender which forced the tears in your eyes to fall. Your head fell into his chest as you sobbed quietly. 

“What even are we?**sniffle**Why am I here Satoru?” You cried into his chest. Satoru raised his hand as if he wanted to caress your head but he refrained and put his hand back down to his side. 

“You tell me that you want to talk and make things work and then kiss me as soon as I show up.**sniffle****sniffle** But why do I still feel so in the dark?” You sobbed while gripping his sweater with both hands. You felt ashamed and confused. You wanted clarity but you’re not even sure if you deserve it.

‘Will ‘us’ even work anymore?’  You thought to yourself. It was clear that Geto doesn’t intend to let it go and is forcing you to tread on thin ice in his presence. 

“I…wanted to be able to talk to you. When I saw you again, I couldn’t help myself. The reason you feel so in the dark is because I put you there…” Gojo admitted and you stopped crying to stare up at him before he continued.

“I’ve always been at war with what people want me to be and who I am. Ever since I was a child, I was the pride of the Gojo clan and was forced to live by their ways. That way, I’m guaranteed success in the international family business…” Gojo explained. He took you by the shoulders and sat you down on the hooded toilet seat and turned to lean against the sink counter right next to you. He stared down as he spoke. 

“The only avenue where I felt like I had control over my life was through martial arts. There, I could push myself on my own terms and with my own strength. Because I knew the results I would get would be because of my own hard work.” He spoke softly and his voice was filled with melancholy even though he seemed to be proud of it. His hands tightened around the edge of the counter.

“Suguru was next to me every step of the way when we started as sparring partners. In the beginning Suguru was much more experienced than me but somewhere down the line…I guess I became better than him.” Gojo then took a deep breath. 

“On the day of one of my tournaments I came out in a higher place than he did. It was the first competition where that happened and he was livid. Ha…” Gojo laughed weakly before crossing his arms.

“I’ve never been cursed out so much before that day. Not even by my own father…We lost contact with each other when…when my parents got into an accident. But…Suguru ignoring me was more painful than their deaths.” Gojo’s eyebrows tightened as his eyes only carried pain. You wanted to reach out to him but his gaze felt too far away.

“Even though he hated me, I still wanted him there. Even though I inherited all this fortune, all I wanted was my best friend…I wanted that avenue to happiness again. So I went back to the only thing I knew…and that was martial arts.” Gojo stood up straight.

“I’ve never been comfortable with being vulnerable around other people. All I ever was surrounded by were people who I couldn’t trust. So I figured, it would be easier if they couldn’t take me seriously. I can’t be taken advantage of if they think I’m a fool.” Gojo turns to you and kneels down to your level. 

“But…I wanted you to be one of the people I could trust. I could tell you were getting frustrated with me so I thought it would be better for you if I ended it. But…I didn’t like that either.” He took your hands and held your knuckles up to his lips.

“Tell me. Do puppy-dog eyes still work on you?” He batted his pale lashes to you. Bright blue eyes teeming with anticipation, and plush lips that brushed across your knuckles. 

A part of you was leaping for joy but the other part was paralyzed with despair. You understood more of his heart but for some reason, you don’t feel much closer to him. You relaxed your forehead on top of his and allowed your intertwined hands to fall into your lap. Your eyes fluttered closed, taking in his warmth. You took in a deep breath and then wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

“Maybe we started this relationship thing a little too fast…The idea of feeling abandoned is something that hits too close to home for me. That’s not something I want to go through again. So for now…let’s go back to just dating.” You suggested. 

The weight of getting back into a relationship was off your shoulders but you left the door open for something new between you two to build. It’s exciting. Maybe eventually you two can finally take that next step. Although he tells you that you’re the one he wants to focus on, you don’t know when that’ll change. So you want room not only for him to be able to leave, but you too.

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[mercurysmicrowave]

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

Pair: Nanami Kento x reader x Toji Fushigiro

Wc~3.5k

Includes: Tooth rotting fluff, polyamorous relationship, mentions of sex but no smut, not proofread

Kento has found your behavior to be odd the past few days. He comes home, and you're always somewhere else. Don't get him wrong. He loves the one-on-one time he gets with Toji. The two rarely have moments where they can enjoy each other's presence. And Toji was definitely taking advantage of the situation. Kento wasn't even able to step through the front door. Toji would swing the door open, greet Kento with a smirk, and whisk him away to the bedroom.

With how loud the two men were, it made it easy for you to sneak in and out of the house without being noticed. It also helped that after the multiple rounds, Kento was properly fucked out and sleeping on Toji's arm.

And that's exactly what happened at this moment. Once the moaning had stopped for three minutes, then started again for sixteen minutes, then stopped for another ten, you were sure that Toji's half of the plan was finished. You creaked the door open. Toji was skillfully moving his arm from under Kento and instead placing a pillow for the tired salaryman. Toji put his clothes back on and joined you in the hallway.

"How long do we have?" You whispered.

Toji laughs. "If we wanted, we could be out all night, and he wouldn't notice." He puffs his chest, proud of his work.

"Yeah, well, sometimes we can only go one round because I'm just that good," You replied smugly.

"Right," Toji ruffles your hair. "But it ain't a competition sweets...even though he'd never be satisfied with one round." Your eye twitches. You'd show him how great one round with you could be. You shake your head. Not now. Now it's time to get to carry out what you've been working on for weeks. Well, not exactly, it could've been done in a day, but you and Toji love messing with Kento. He's so fun to tease.

Toji shows off the car keys he took from Kento, and together, the two of you take Kento's car on a little joyride.

It's around 7pm when Kento wakes up. He groans as he sits up in bed. He looks beneath him, shocked that Toji isn't there. Why isn't Toji there? Kento can't help how his heart picks up pace. He closes his eyes to think. This doesn't help, as now he is acutely aware of the lack of noise in the house. Why was everything so quiet? He goes to grab his glasses on the nightstand. He feels around for a bit, and although he does find his glasses, his keys aren't where they usually are. Alarms go off in his head. He can barely keep himself upright(Toji would claim this was because of him, but truly it was fear that had struck him) as he gets out of bed and struggles to put on clothes. He holds onto the wall as he walks out of his room. His mouth seems dry, and he can't bring himself to call out to you or Toji. What if he didn't get a response back. As he gets closer to the end of the hallway, his nose scrunches up as putrid scent hits him.

"Dammit, Toji!" You yell. "The box said ten minutes"

"But we made two servings! That means double the time to cook!" You and Toji are quickly opening up windows and fanning the area. Kento let out a sigh of relief before his legs finally gave out and he fell to the floor.

"Kento!""Ken"! You and Toji stop what your doing and move to help Kento stand up.

"You're here," Is all he can say. You and Toji look to each other.

"Duh," Toji responds. You flick his head.

Kento shakes his head. "I woke up and you weren't there...and my keys were gone" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, Ken," You say. "We were gonna wake you up with cookies and brownies, but someone never learned to count." You glare at Toji.

"It's still edible," Toji argues.

"We can't serve that to him," You lift up Kento's face and squish it with one hand. "Look at him. If one more thing goes wrong, he'll die."

Toji rolls his eyes. He takes Kento from you and holds him in his arms "Right. Guess we'll have to go with plan B" You salute Toji and race to the master bathroom.

"Keep me company while their gone?" Toji asks. Kento nods and let's Toji carry him to the living room. Sat on the couch, Toji turns on the TV. The two men embrace each other as the watch the first thing to come one.

It doesn't take long for you to shout from the bathroom. "IT'S ALL READY!"

"There's my cue," Toji turns off the TV. "Up we go." He carries Kento to where you are. Kento's room-well at this point it was everyones room- was covered in rose petals. You had no restraint when it came to decorating. Toji carries Kento into the bathroom. The lights are dimmed, and the tub is lined with lavender scented candles. The tub is filled with bubbles and hot water. You smile, waiting for Kento's reaction. He stares shocked. He looks to Toji, then back to you.

"Happy Aniversary!" You and Toji day in unison.

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

[missingn000]

before i begin lemme preface this ask with the fact that this may be one of my favourite chapters yet

after multiple failed instances of trying to convey that he’s on nobara’s side… finally, higuruma manages to get the message through. crystal clear. and of course it’d be through his actions, because that’s nobara’s primary mode of communication too. i mentioned in my previous analysis that while nanami’s the father figure nobara wants, higuruma’s the one she needs - and that’s because they understand each other best. subconsciously at first, but higuruma’s finally hit with that revelation in this chapter lol

I didn’t want to see myself in you, so I tried not to look.

god i love this line. in retrospect, i think higuruma’s initial refusal to (fully) acknowledge their similarities might’ve been the direct cause for their indirect friction. it resulted in nobara feeling like she wasn’t seen, even though most of everything she does is for that purpose. in this one parent-teacher conference alone higuruma has managed to establish three crucial facts: firstly, that he’s genuinely proud of nobara and unafraid to admit it; secondly, that he’s there not to control her actions, but to provide guidance (= respecting her self-agency, which we’ve already established is important to her); and thirdly, possibly the most important of all, that he has her back, as all parents should. she’s not alone in her beliefs, in her sense of justice, because he feels just the same way.

…and so it only makes sense that she would be the one to judge him, that she would be the one to deem him worthy of a second chance. even though she didn’t explicitly forgive him for murdering the sheriff, he still stuck with her - and i think nobara’s slowly starting to realise that he’s here to stay, no matter how often they butt heads

anyway. intriguing that higuruma would want to be a clockmaker, given the chance. nanami’s CT is partially time-based… i see what u did there

“There’s something about him that’s almost like my dad.”

But Nobara’s father abandoned her, or something close to it.

haha very funny. this doesn’t bode well at all. um. yeah

you gotta love how higuruma went from listening to getou rant about killing someone slowly to actually doing it himself lmfao. i’m curious what nobara’s reaction will be though - previously, higuruma was able to conceal the fact he’d killed the sheriff for her, but there’s no denying the connection in this one. that’s going to be a fun conversation to have. i guess both she and yuuta are in the same boat then huh

SPEAKING OF WHOM!! oh my god i’m so proud of him. he essentially told nobara to be herself, which, coming from him, is pretty damn direct; not to mention he hinges his self-worth on agreeing with people, not contradicting them, so this is a big step for him. unfortunately some of this progress is immediately undone when he loses control of rika, landing us back at square one. or… square[d] five (i’m hilarious, i know) because maki says this in ch25:

“Rika is your excuse for allowing yourself to be isolated from others, to spare them from your presence. If they can’t get close in the first place, then you don’t even have to try!”

…which he has once more resorted to doing. it might seem like a total regression at first glance, but i like to think there’s a slight difference. instead of isolating himself wholly out of self-deprecation (where he assumes his presence is intolerable and unwanted, something to “spare” people from), he’s now doing so out of a genuine desire to protect his friends. the worthlessness part comes after, when—

“Suguru is the only person to ever stand against her. He’s the only person who ever tried.”

—trying only led to more people getting hurt, so i’m sure that’ll do wonders for yuuta’s self-esteem.

finally, about getou:

he goes from “It’s not about what he would’ve wanted. It’s about what’s right” to “Would that make you happy?”, which is so interesting to me. getou claims his principles take precedence over yuuta’s desires, but specifically asks if playing with nonsorcerers would make yuuta happy. it’s a relatively small concession, but i think it’ll lead to bigger compromises - it’s like what you said about a cracked dam being doomed. already, getou’s had to make so many exceptions, for tsumiki, for maki, but they’re largely separated from his world; yuuta, on the other hand, is not, and he has to constantly strike a balance between his ideals, and yuuta’s feelings. nanako and mimiko (his biggest supporters) tagging along doesn’t help either

can’t wait to see how he justifies wiping the okkotsus from existence. mental breakdown 3.0 here we go

RESPONDING TO THIS SO LATE BECAUSE WE ALWAYS TALK METAS IN DMS THAT I FORGOT I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS

higuruma, my pathetic wet sock of a man. yuuta, my pathetic wet sock of a child. real fun chapter huh. okay. here we go. surprising no one this got long so answer below cut.

i love your outline of the three facts higuruma was able to establish with her this chapter. i think nobara didn't realize how badly she needed someone to be proud of her until now. because she's so independent, the idea of relying on someone for external validation or support when she gets into predicaments is literally horrifying -- so how could that be something she wants to pursue, especially with someone like higuruma? higuruma who is horribly violent, extremely depressed, and far more similar to her than she'd want to admit.

in fact, higuruma's line "I didn’t want to see myself in you, so I tried not to look" goes both ways. higuruma is not someone she wants to have as any sort of caretaker or role model, so her predicament becomes:

how can you see yourself in someone you don't want to look up to?

PLUS THE PARALLELS BETWEEN GETOU & HIGURUMA HERE...ok we talked about this in our chat and you're about to see it in the insane meta doc i'm about to send you but i'll reiterate it here.

chapter 38 starts with getou killing someone for insulting yuuta despite yuuta not even being there. higuruma realizes he once would've thought this was crazy, but now he somewhat understands because that's the natural reaction of a father -- especially one like him, with a short kill fuse and attached to his children to a fault he later asks getou if it's what yuuta would have wanted. getou knows it's not, so all he can do is reply that it's not what yuuta would've wanted, but it's right. higuruma internally wonders how getou can tell when those shouldn't be the same thing, and internally concludes it must be some fatherly instinct

and the close…..

higuruma murders people for insulting nobara despite nobara not even being there. direct, clear-cut parallel, but what's so important about this is that higuruma distinctly described this as a father thing. no, he's not really processing the implications of his own actions, but it cements on a deep level that he views nobara as his daughter he, like getou, has a very short kill fuse and has been attached to nobara since the very start; he just likely didn't realize how deep it runs

here's the thing. as fucked up as it is, getou killing someone for insulting yuuta is something yuuta actually expects. but does nobara think higuruma would do that for her?

no fucking way.

in her mind, higuruma only kills people who piss him off, or people he thinks deserve it. to her, it's hard to fathom that not only would higuruma get that angry on her behalf, but he would be pushed to thinking people who hurt her don't deserve to live.

would nobara have gotten some twisted satisfaction had higuruma successfully dragged them there to beg forgiveness before her? yeah, she totally would. but if she found out he killed them?? just for insulting her?? she'd be fucking mortified.

higuruma knows this. he doesn't want her to blame herself, so he simply doesn't tell her. in his mind, he knows it's not what she would've wanted, but to him, their deaths were right.

what's so interesting about the way it contrasts with what you mentioned with getou, about him going from “It’s not about what [Yuuta] would’ve wanted. It’s about what’s right” to “Would that make you happy?” to yuuta is...not only is what higuruma did not right, but it also wouldn't make nobara happy. perhaps something theyll both have to contend with in the future. just...just a fun thought.

well, we all know now what happened with getou, the okkotsus, and yuuta. but yuuta does really go on a very nonlinear rollercoaster of character development, huh. good for him. good for getou. now time to make everything worse

[theboysfromaustin]

January 12, 2029

Nanami rang the doorbell, nervous.  “It's okay,” her wife Morgan whispered, “I'm here.” They heard footsteps, and Ian opened the door.  He was nearly 90 now, but hadn't lost a step, “Bananami, so good to see you!  And Morgan, my beautiful daughter-in-law, come in, come in.”

They entered, Kazuo coming down the stairs, “Ladies!” Gav waved from the kitchen, “Hey, just in time for lunch!” “Have a seat, he's making ravioli.” “Thanks, dad,” Nanami leaned on Morgan as they headed over.  Kazuo paused, watching them.

Something was up.

Ian made his way to the table, leaning on it as he settled in.  Kazuo kissed his husband's head, settling in next to him.  Gav turned halfway, “Nana, how do you like being a lawyer?” “I love it!  But I had a great teacher….and a great law partner and paralegal.” 

“You're gonna be one of the greats, kid,” Kazuo took a drink.  “How's teaching, Morgan?” “Winter break wasn't long enough,” she grinned.  Gav began to set out plates of goat cheese and mushroom ravioli, everyone tucking in eagerly.  

Nanami looked to Morgan for a split second.  She nodded, almost imperceptibly, Wait until after.  “It's nice that we live so close.  I can't imagine having you far away.” “I wouldn't want to live anywhere but Austin.  It's home.” Ian smiled, glad of that.

“You two have any plans later today?” Gav speared pasta.  “We have some…special shopping to do,” Morgan replied, and for a moment, Nanami gently stroked her belly.  

Kazuo noticed.

Is…?

He immediately blinked back tears.  No, if she was…then she and Morgan had to say.  They finished lunch, heading for the living room, Ian on the couch with Nana and Morgan, Kazuo and Gav in armchairs.  “I can't believe you'll be 24 this year, Nan, time flies…” Kazuo sighed, “I remember when we brought you home.  You were so tiny, so perfect…”

Morgan squeezed Nanami's hand.

The black-haired woman cleared her throat, “Um…Morgan and I have an announcement…” The boys perked up.  Nana stared at her hands, blush creeping up her face, “Dads, I…I'm….I'm pregnant.”

“W…” “What?!” “Oh my god!” Ian hugged her gently, “Our little girl is gonna be a mum!” “Oh my god, a babyyyyy,” Gav covered his mouth.  “How far along are you?” Kazuo let the tears flow, his suspicions confirmed.  “Three months.  Morgan banked sperm, so we were able to use that.” Morgan touched her belly, “I'm glad I did.  We're having a boy.”

Ian inhaled shakily, “A little boy.  A grandson.” “I can't wait,” Kazuo wiped his eye, “It'll be nice to hold a baby again.” “So, he's due…July?” Gav did the math. “Yeah, right at the beginning,” Morgan kissed Nana.  “We're going shopping after this - and yes, you can come,” Nanami squeezed Ian's knee.

“What are you naming him?”

Nana kissed her elderly father's cheek, “His name is Ian.” “Oh my…” Ian began to sob softly, “This is wonderful.” “We're really excited to become moms.” “I wish grandma Maureen were here,” Nanami said softly, “She was…”

“She was amazing.  She loved you so much, and was invaluable after the accident,” Kazuo touched her hand.  “She'd be proud of you.  They all would be,” Gav leaned back in his chair.  “We're lucky to have you guys.  My mom would have…” Morgan trailed off, “She would have loved a grandson.” Nana leaned on her wife.

They were quiet for a moment, thinking of their losses.

“I can't wait to be a grandfather,”

Kazuo's voice was soft, a grin on his face, “I get to try all my jokes and pranks on someone new.” “I swear, if you teach this boy ‘pull my finger’...” Kazuo got up and plopped into Ian's lap, giving his cheek a big smooch.  Ian grumbled, but buried his face into his husband's neck, kissing, “You are such a turd.”

“I come by it naturally.”

“Heh.  So, kids, what do you need for the baby?” Morgan held up her hands, “Dad, you don't have to…” “Oh, he's going to,” Gav reached over, poking Ian's shoulder, “He will insist, and he will use all 66 years of lawyer arguing experience to win.” Nana looked to Morgan, “I can’t beat him.” “Alright, but we’re going to Pottery Barn Kids first so we can also go to Cheesecake Factory and get this lady some decadence.” “Well, let’s get ready, then,” Kazuo stood, offering his hand to Nanami before bringing her in for a gentle hug, “So fucking proud of you.” Morgan, Ian and Gav joined in, all absolutely thrilled.

Ready for the next step.

[luxaofhesperides]

wanna read a concept scene for an isekai story im working on? of course you do. hit that read more button, my pal ;)

"I'm sure the idea's already crossed you mind," she says, unflinching as she meets his eyes. "Since your affections for me have so suddenly been transferred to our new classmate."

"For the last time, she just needed a friend and some guidance. There's no need for you to be so jealous of her, and certainly no need for you to make things difficult for her when she's already struggling to adjust."

"You sure are quick to defend her. And she's just as quick to cling to you an inappropriate amount, considering the differences in your status."

Yulius scowls. "The fact that status is all that you talk about disgusts me. I thought you were a kind hearted girl who was willing to help everyone. Seeing how you let fickle things like status dictate how you treat people has me greatly disappointed. The future crown princess must be compassionate to all citizens of the kingdom, not just those who are lucky enough to be born into nobility."

"Are you saying I'm not fit to be crown princess anymore?"

"If you continue to treat Miss Ameko like this, then yes." The prince folds his hands on top of the table and looks away, his expression softening. "I really thought you two would get along. She's so kind and bright, like a spring flower. When the world feels too heavy to bear, she helps make it feel light again."

Liana grits her teeth and takes a sip of her tea to give herself a moment to compose herself. Ameko has always been a good liar, manipulating people as though she were playing with puppets. Even now, just thinking of how she used to treat Nanami makes her blood boil.

To think that such a rotten person is now poisoning her world makes her want to break the teacup in her hands.

"I'm sure you think she'll make a better crown princess," Liana mutters.

Yulius turns to face her again, sharp eyes narrowing in a dangerous glare. "What did you just say?"

"I said," Liana enunciates with a toss of her hair, "you think she'll make a better crown princess. But you have always been too trusting to do a good job on the throne. But fine, if you want to have her take my place and make the worst mistake of your life, be my guest."

"She would make a wonderful crown princess! For one thing, she actually has a heart. Something you're clearly lacking."

The words hurt. It's a stab into the soft side of her, the one she's had to bury behind stone walls for years under the harsh expectations of everyone around her. The only one who's ever made her feel safe enough to be gentle was Yulius. They grew up together, looked out for each other, confided in each other when there was no one else they could turn to. She had never once thought that she'd lose him, that she'd have to cut the ties that bind them to protect herself from him. She never believed he could be a threat to her.

But he is.

And she has no one now.

She looks down at the plate of cookies in the middle of the table, a small buffer between them.

No, that's not true. She's not alone. 

She has Nanami.

They may be separated by the universe itself, living in different worlds, but they still became friends against all odds. Their friendship should be impossible.

Impossible is for other people, Nanami had said during one of their first proper conversations, Isn't this much more fun?

Liana can trust Nanami. Liana has trusted Nanami far more than she realized. It had felt so natural, the progression of their relationship from strangers to best friends. She never stopped to think about how much she confides in Nanami, how she looks forward to each meeting, how her thoughts keep straying to Nanami, wishing to be able to go to her world and properly be with her just once in their lives. She used to be so focused on being perfect, on becoming the crown princess everyone expected her to be. But somewhere along the line, she started wanting to be someone Nanami would be proud to call a friend.

Even her desperate love for Yulius has cooled and faded without her realizing in the face of Nanami's easy affections.

She looks at him, at the way he's leaning forward, ready for a fight, and thinks, I don't want to have him in my life.

The hurt fades away some; no longer a stabbing pain but the dull ache of a bruise.

"If you think I don't have a heart," she says, voice colder than she's ever known it to be, "Then it's only because you're not worthy enough to see it."

"How a woman like you can be my fiance, I'll never know. I don't know what's happened to you over the past few months, but you've changed into someone awful."

"No, I just changed into someone who doesn't need you." Liana reaches forward to grab a cookie, cool now though the chocolate in it is still soft, and takes a bite. The sweet flavor blooms across her tongue, lifting her mood. This is what Nanami had tasted. This is what Nanami had made and shared, a gift crossing the universe just for her. "And you changed into an insufferable man who'll take any woman desperate enough for you."

Yulius's face quickly colors with anger. "That's enough! Speak about Ameko like that again and I'll make you face consequences."

"Abusing your authority for some girl you met two months ago? How pathetic. You truly aren't fit to be king. No wonder the two of you go so well together: you'll both fail to succeed in positions of power."

"Ameko would make a wonderful queen for me! She'll do far better at it than you ever would."

"Bold words for someone who let rumors about her being your new lover spread across campus. They call your 'wonderful queen' a new noble's whore, just so you know. All because you can't really commit to being with her. You know you won't last without me by your side."

That's the last straw. Yulius slams his hands on the table and rises, furious. "Shut your mouth, Liana Sylvester, and never speak to me again. From this moment on, consider our engagement annulled. Do not appear before me or Ameko until I can finalize the annulment and have her take your place."

He stares at her expectantly, as if expecting her to panic and beg for forgiveness. Perhaps she would have, at one point. But Liana has grown and changed, just as he said, and has no plans to get on her knees pleading for him to reconsider when he's giving her exactly what she wants.

"In that case," she says, reaching her for teacup, the picture of casual elegance, "I'm sure you can see yourself out, Your Highness."

Liana brings the teacup up to her lips and closes her eyes to really savor the taste of the tea, sweet with floral notes, as she listens to him storm away. The doors to the sitting room slam shut, and already she can hear the servants whisper to each other.

A year ago, it would have her flush with embarrassed rage. Now, it's like white noise. Distantly pleasant to the ear but ultimately meaningless.

Oh, Nanami, she thinks fondly, What have you done to me?

ive now read enough isekai manga/manhwa that i could get a phd in the matter. which means the logical next step is to write my own isekai bc the storylines i want to see ARENT THERE

[bemylord]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ

characters: gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna | daddies

warnings: i bet their desire to destroy your pussy? smut, daddy kink, breeding kink. squirt as a bonus for you <3 sukuna once called you slut.

butler's remark: hi, lord, i'm back with another smut hdc abt jjk. so, daddies are here, willing to destroy your pussy and mind, so why not get into it? [quite big, sorry]

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

ok, let's start with daddy toji. if you don't mind, i'll ask a question. do you want to spend a week or two in bed? cause, trust me, you won't be able to move your legs if you'll ask toji to do your request.

do you ask me for proofs or a story? i'm here to serve you, here you go.

you saw that prank somewhere on tiktok, wondering what your lover would do if you ask him that.

he is into paint your walls into white liquid when you dig your nails on his back, murmur your thoughts.

you covered your mouth, pretending you didn't mean it.

in a flash, your hands were above your head as toji grabbed them in his hand, smirking at your confused face. 'harder? are you gonna handle it?'

his pace is rapid, the wiggling of his hips, fucking you mindless. feeling as how your walls are clenching his cock as he's building and building and building up your coil to the high. 'don't blame me, kitten, if i'll put a baby in your stomach and you'll give me the powerful heir.'

toji with honor and pride do your request as if it's your last time. basically, he lives for your whining and purr like a kitten when he reaches to the bud inside you.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

firstly, he stopped his movements, looking at you with you deer eyes as if asking: you mean it?

would be insecure for a couple of seconds.

'am i not good at it?' or 'is my baby unsatisfied with my cock?' and the last one: 'i'll make her brain into mush with my cock in her tight pussy.'

breeding kink is mandatory.

as far as you know, gojo loves to tease and be playful with everyone, so as you wanted to twitch his cock, almost get the ecstasy feeling, satoru pulled his dick out, hearing your saddened purr. 'shall i put it back, bunny, shall i? should i breed your tight hole with my cum?'

you nodded, as your empty pussy is full with the cock.

gojo is proud and he doesn't hide it - watching how your tits bouncing every time his balls touching your bare skin is amazing.

he kissed your forehead, nudging inside you faster, stretching your gummy and redden walls with the tip - don't lie to him, you are enjoying, yeah?

the friction of his cock against your walls is of the scale, he's barely had time to pull out, cumming on your thighs. 'the next i'll cum in your mouth, princess'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

excuse me.. you asked sukuna to go harder? what can i tell, have a nice walk tomorrow?

ok, let me tell you what you'll get if you ever try to say the king that phrase.

would be complacent to full as you whispered in his ear that sweet line, perhaps you did it as you were lost in pleasure.

sukuna is ratcheting up, grinning at your facial expression - did you think he won't do it?

he doesn't like taking someone's orders but if it comes to you and your pleasure - ask him whatever, sukuna will do it.

in a rough way, of course.

the way his dick disappears and appears is staggering. for years and years being king of curses he has inhuman stamina, willingly to rip your pussy.

he caresses with an index finger on your clit as only you can do is to exhale sharply as sukuna's tip touching your coil in the stomach.

'you haven't got my permission to cum.' his low voice didn't let you milk his dick. 'beg me for it, slut.'

if anyone had heard as how from a shy and cute girl you've turned into a pathetic slut for sukuna, obediently doing everything he has told you - god, what a shame.

what you can't do for a good orgasm, right? sukuna will breed your mouth with his salty liquid, as a reward for good work.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

kento always tries to go with a slow pace, deep but slow, enjoying every second of your intercourse, covering your face with soft kisses.

not that he can't and doesn't want to beat whining that letting out from your mouth. he knows his dick is big and thick, so he prefers to do at a steady pace.

but if you'd drop the phrase: 'd-daddy, fuck me h-harder,' practically uttering that as your body covers in a shiver as you feel the wave of an orgasm. 'oh, cutie, how could i say no.'

kento nanami turns into the daddy within a sec as you're shattering and arching back. he bent you over as your face felt the silk pillow, feeling as he pulls out his cock. 'say you want my thick cock in your pussy, lovely, and i won't disappoint you.'

he presses his body against you, inflicting a devastating, yet mind-blowing, thrust into a spongy coil.

his pushes - are everything you're concentrating on. his pace, his dirty phrases - is overwhelming.

you can't say a warning word but cum loudly, muffling your moans with a pillow. it was enough for nanami too - your walls virtually squeezing out his sperm. 'my love, i love you so much' <3

(─‿‿─)♡

he-he~~

[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

[ofovertime]

For some reason, for a second, Nanami was able to see throw the other's smile -- he hadn't changed all too much. Just kidding about his feelings like he used to. The blonde was standing there for a moment or so. listening to the other --- guess he didn't miss him. That was fine, he didn't think he could admit to missing him. After what Nanami did so long ago, he would hope Gojo felt the same to him again. So much happened, that Nanami alone closed everyone off. He couldn't keep doing it anymore with anyone. No matter how he felt about Gojo, it was always the best.

He listened for a moment and nodded his head. straight face, eyes fixed onto the other, he shrugged. " I guess that's the real life you had to live since you stayed back while everyone... Never mind," he said lightly and tilted his head. " Aren't you the one always cleaning someone else's mess? I shouldn't be the one to do that." he rolled his eyes for a moment.

The fact he admitted what he had done, almost made him proud. He felt bad though, Geto meant everything to Gojo, and even though he could never compare to it, he always felt sad. Nanami didn't say much and watched. being touched put a shiver down his spine and he couldn't help but sigh. " You know, I would rather get what they wanted done first. ---- But I know you too well and I have a feeling we aren't going straight there anyway."

Well it's to be expected, Satoru thinks to himself, as he smiles, yet behind his mask there's a look that he feels like would betray all the feelings he's pent up within himself. Even the nonchalant shrug is a slight sting to the emotions he'd pushed deep deep down, yet chooses to ignore it. It's supposed to be a happy reunion, not to remind each other of heartache and heartbreak. So Gojo shoulders Nanami telling him how much life sucked at his job (pointedly forgetting to leave how much it sucked without him — how cruel!), why he decided to come back. It replaces Gojo's seemingly forced smile with a softer genuine one, making his place beside the other as if he knows he belongs there.

‟— Life for me? It's been BOOOOORING! Always being ran here and there to cull some curses. They work me like a horse! A pack mule! Which is why I'm so glad you're here, Nanamin~ Now you can take some of the burden off of me.”

He's sure that's not what he means exactly but well... It has been a while. ‟— It's been five, almost six years, since the Night Parade, and when I killed Suguru. I'm fine now. I promise,” Gojo answers more quietly — more honestly. He places a hand on Nanami's shoulder. He's mourned his best friend properly after those days. It's best to let those days stay in the past where they belong. ‟— How about I treat you somewhere so we can get caught up more properly? I promised the old men I would get you back to the school, but never said when!”

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A Well Rounded Education (2): Grading Boundaries (Fem!Reader x Nanami Kento, 7.5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: the father of one of your students requested a meeting to ask about ways of improving his son’s grades. after working with him for a few weeks, nanami wants to thank you for helping yuji out in his own personal way. 

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. oral sex (male on female and female on male), massage, nanami is just a gentleman after toji tbh.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

1.

You oversleep the next morning and for the first time since beginning your work as Gojo’s teaching aid, the other man is at his desk before you manage to rush into the classroom. He’s relaxed, arms behind his head, feet up on the desk – and when he sees you, he gives you a cheery wave and a grin.

“Found this on the floor this morning!” He says to you, using his thumb to flip you something small and round that you only manage to catch through sheer dumb luck. You stare down at the thing you’re cradling in your palm; one of the round buttons from your blouse, that you guess you missed after Toji had left and you’d had to try and pull yourself together.

““S-sorry about that,” you babble, your mind working eighty miles a minute to think of a proper excuse. “I-it got caught on my jacket when I was getting ready to leave last night, I wondered where it had gotten to--”

“How’d the meeting with Tsumiki go?”

“Huh?” You ask, blinking down at the button still, trying to fight the heat that is crawling up your face as you shove the accusing object into the pocket of your neatly tailored jacket. “Oh! It wasn’t Tsumiki. It was Mr Fushiguro, actually. M-Megumi’s father?”

There’s a pause in the air, almost as if it’s rippling with tension. When you look up, Gojo is staring at you, his eyes implacable behind dark lenses.

“I see,” he says. “That’s unusual.”

“I gave him all the paperwork, explained the probation and everything,” you hurry to say, almost tripping over your words. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, and you find yourself shifting from foot to foot, hoping you don’t look like someone who let their student’s father rail you over their boss’ desk. “Megumi’ll be back in school next week, and hopefully nothing like this will happen again--”

“Mm,” Gojo says. You’ve never heard him sound that serious before, ignoring the chance to poke a little fun. His voice usually pitches and modulates, laughing, before he cracks some kind of inane joke that makes you and half the class wince. “I’ve got a meeting tonight, by the way. I was hoping you’d sit in with me.”

“Please don’t palm off more of your dirty work on me,” you say to him, as you go over to your own little makeshift table in the corner of your room and begin to rifle through your bag for the things you’ll need for the day. “To-- Mr Fushiguro was kind of scary, honestly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that!” Gojo waves your worries away with a hand, immediately dismissing it. “No, it’s Yuji’s dad – he wants to talk about his grades, I think? I said I don’t think it really matters, and he got really quiet and kind of angry on the phone with me.” Gojo shrugs. Of course Gojo said something like that. You’re not sure Gojo himself has ever worried about something in his life. “Honestly, he’s a. . . businessman type. Very serious! I just want someone to diffuse the tension a bit!” Gojo grins at you. “So you’re my human shield!”

Right.

Far be it for you to think that Gojo might have an educational reason for wanting you to sit in on this meeting. Still . . . you really like Yuji. You know that sometimes his inability to understand things frustrates him – he’s constant energy, and his mind just can’t keep up with the pace of the rest of him. You’d like to help where you can! And you know that Gojo’s probably not going to be able to offer any helpful advice – his classes might work for some kids, and Yuji does really like him, but that’s a boy who would probably benefit from some individualised attention and someone a little quieter.

You don’t like the idea of him with a father who pushes him academically and doesn’t care about his other achievements. Biting your lip, you nod, busying yourself with laying out the pens on your desk and flicking through one of your training books to see if there’s anything about meetings with parents. This one, you think and hope, is definitely not going to end up the same way yesterday’s meeting did.

There’s a kind of nervous energy in Yuji all day. He drops his pen, he shoots you agonised looks until you come over to check his work, and as everyone is milling out to go to lunch, he comes to stand in front of you, kicking his toe on the floor. You smile at him, seeing how he’s vibrating, rocking on the balls of his feet – hoping that the smile might at least calm him down some.

“My Dad’s meeting with Mr Gojo tonight,” Yuji eventually blurts. Without Megumi in class to tamper down some of his more bombastic nature, Yuji’s voice pitches and wavers. “I’m-- Mr Gojo doesn’t care about grades, but my Dad’s like, ‘you should apply yourself more, you have it in you’ and . . . and I guess I’m worried?” He brings a finger to his chin, dwelling on the thought. The way he says it, it’s almost like he’s not usually aware of the idea of ‘worry’ – oh, to be a twelve year old boy!

“I know,” you say, after a proper time has elapsed to make Yuji think you’ve really dwelt on the situation. You reach into your own bag to pull out the carefully prepared lunch you have in there – you could go to the staff-room, but honestly, you’re still feeling a bit wobbly after last night’s events and you don’t want to go around into the hum of people who’ll gather you up into bubbles of small talk. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sitting in on the meeting too.” You hope your smile is reassuring. “It’s not going to be all doom and gloom, I promise.”

That actually . . . does seem to soothe Yuji.

“My grades are really bad,” he says. “I just . . . I’m not smart, y’know? Megumi knows all this stuff, and I’m just . . . dumb.”

“Being good at school stuff isn’t everything,” you say to Yuji. “You’ve got your own talents. Look at you on the sports field!” He blushes in the way young boys do when they’re being complimented by anybody, a kind of awkward ‘oh, shucks, don’t make me think that I’m good at anything’. You smile. “I’m sure your Dad understands that too.”

“Oh, he does!” Yuji’s eyes widen. You feel a little lock around your chest loosen, just a bit. There’s hero worship clear in Yuji’s eyes now. “He just thinks I should live up to my . . . what’s he call it? Full potential!” He twists his lip, and then leans in, conspiratorially. “He doesn’t like Mr Gojo. He doesn’t think he’s serious.”

Despite yourself, your lips curve into a smile. You aren’t going to trash talk your colleague to a kid that you’re in charge of, but all of the other staff just seem to roll their eyes and let Satoru Gojo get on with whatever he’s doing because apparently he was a prodigy at college or something. It’s nice to know at least someone is on your side, even if you’ll hopefully only ever see him once or twice during your whole year here.

“Don’t worry,” you say to Yuji. “I’ll try and handle it. Now, you should go! All the other boys look like they’re about to play a game of football--”

Yuji’s eyes brighten and he grins, turning away immediately, mind quickly flitting to something more pressing. He shouts a goodbye and a thank you to you even as he’s racing out of the door, almost too fast to be believed.

2.

Kento Nanami (Itadori is his ex-wife’s name, he tells you with a sigh, but the name that Yuji was born with and he’s reluctant to have it changed) is very obviously a businessman, in a well-pressed grey suit and a navy shirt, a yellow tie tight to his throat. He’s wearing suspenders beneath the jacket, an expensive watch on his wrist, and a pair of small glasses perched on a sharp nose. A solemn face, sculpted jaw. He has cheekbones that you think could cut fucking diamonds into pieces, a wave of carefully styled blonde hair over a proud forehead--

What the fuck is going on at this school that it seems like all of the dads are so hot? You do your level best not to look at him too much, as Gojo introduces you and he shakes your hand. He looks at you with his eyes narrowed just a touch; you think he’s trying to get the measure of you, and whether you’re just going to be here to back up Gojo. There’s an air of tiredness to this man that suggests he will not take any of your colleague’s nonsense, and that thought bolsters you when he puts down his briefcase and neatly folds his hands on his lap, looking from you to Gojo.

“I want to talk about Yuji’s grades,” he says, “and how we can help him improve them.”

You like him already. The way he says ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ – the withering gaze that he sets on Gojo, as the white-haired man stretches his arms out above him.

“I told you on the phone,” Gojo says. “They’re just grades--”

“Grades that will follow Yuji throughout his career in this school, and eventually to high school, and eventually to college,” Nanami’s voice is very sure of itself, cutting through Gojo with ease. “I just want to ensure that he has the best chance possible. I want to make sure he’s living up to himself.”

Gojo – fucking Gojo – stifles a yawn behind his hand, and you see that Nanami’s hand flexes on his thigh (wow, his hands are big). You cut across before the two of them can come to blows.

“Yuji’s a bright boy,” you say. “He just needs . . . a little extra help. Someone to sit with him and explain what’s going on, maybe just go over the material again.” You give Nanami a nervous smile. “He’s not the only one in the class, honestly. I-- Mr Gojo’s teaching methods can be--”

“Innovative—” (Gojo says).

“Erratic—” (Nanami says).

“Unusual,” you decide on, in the end, “and not every child is going to thrive.”

“He won’t let me ask them to move into Miss Utahime’s class,” Nanami says, wearily. “Yuji is very fond of Mr Gojo.”

(You know that, and so does Gojo; the white-haired man gives a cocky grin to both of you).

“I enjoy teaching Yuji,” you say. “He’s good-hearted, enthusiastic – he throws himself into everything he does.” Nanami’s tired eyes seem to brighten behind the glasses at the compliment to his son, his lips lifting at the corners in the briefest twitch of a smile.

“He does,” Nanami says, and it’s clear from his tone that he’s very proud of Yuji. You feel bad for thinking he might be the kind of pushy, demanding father that you’d been warned you may encounter in this profession. With Nanami in front of you, it’s clear he just wants the best for Yuji and is concerned that Gojo might not be that ‘best’. You can’t blame him. You often think Gojo behaves more like a child than half of the kids in the class. “Yes, those are all of his best qualities.”

You nervously shift your gaze to Gojo, who is waiting for your next move.

“I’d be happy to work with him,” you say, eventually. “Maybe set up some kind of . . . drop-in, for students having trouble with the work, over free periods? I won’t make them, of course, but . . . I think my methods and Mr Gojo’s are very different, Sir.”

Nanami’s shoulders relax just a touch. He stands, nodding, taking your hand to shake it.

“I don’t doubt it, Miss,” he says – and as he touches you, a frisson of electricity seems to pass between the two of you. His hands are big and surprisingly soft, and as he grasps your hand you can suddenly sense strength behind the grasp. You hope that your surprise doesn’t register in your face, as he turns and inclines his head slightly at Gojo (Gojo does not get a handshake, you do not fail to notice).

“I hope that it helps,” Nanami says, as he leaves. And honestly . . . you do too.

3.

Nanami asks to schedule a meeting with you, two weeks after you’ve begun working with some of the lower-achieving children in the class. Yuji’s grades have been improving, slowly and steadily – the boy looking at you with a grin when tests are handed back with letters far higher up in the alphabet than he’s used to getting.

“Ah, I can leave you to deal with that one,” Gojo says, grinning at you when he hears about it. “You’re the one working miracles, after all! I think Mr Nanami would just be displeased to see me sat with you, and I’m not gonna complain about not having to deal with a guy like that!”

You’re inclined to agree. So you watch Gojo leave that afternoon blithely, like he hasn’t got a care in the world – his bag is full of essays that need to be marked over the weekend, but somehow you think you’ll have a stack pressed into your own hands on Monday morning, more than a little crumpled, as Gojo insists you should get used to doing some marking yourself.

You wait for Nanami with your head in a book, steadfastly ignoring Gojo’s desk and sitting by your own table in the corner of the classroom instead. Last time you were alone with a student’s father in this room, you got to know that desk far too intimately.

Nanami is exactly on time, the second hand of the clock just ticking past the twelve as he knocks on the door and you call for him to come in. Gojo does have an office, and he’s said you can use that if you want – but the few times you’ve been in Gojo’s office, you’ve been overwhelmed by the chaotic mess that the man surrounds himself with. The classroom, if nothing else, at least looks peaceful.

Nanami sits across your table, well-mannered and polite, as you put your book down and smile.

“You wanted to talk about how Yuji’s doing?” You ask him. “It’s only been two weeks, but I think we can already see quite a bit of improvement--”

“Yes,” he says. “I think we can.”

Nanami does not heap you with praise; you get the impression that he’s not the kind of man who heaps anybody with praise. You get the impression he’s the kind of man who gives you an approving look, a pat on the shoulder, a nod – you find that you’re craving that approval yourself, looking at him across from you.

“I look at his homework sometimes,” Nanami says. “He’s getting a lot more of it himself, now. Not pulling his hair out at the dining table. You’re . . . you’re really doing a very good job, you know.”

Your insides fizz at the compliment. Gojo doesn’t give them out, either – but you’re the kind of person who occasionally needs to be told they’re doing the right thing, in order to motivate them to carry on. Nanami’s compliment carries a weight in your heart that lodges there like a secret.

You can’t remember the last time someone said you were doing a good job.

You and Nanami talk through the grading rubric, the other topics that are set to be covered before the end of term – how you’re trying to get Gojo to be a little more academic in his lessons, but it’s not working. You mention that lots of the other kids seem to be thriving under having a chance to go back over the material that your mentor occasionally skips and side-steps around, imparting his knowledge in his own particular way. Thoughts of Gojo make your mind swim with fatigue.

You hadn’t realised, until you started talking about it, but you also can’t remember your mind not being consumed by thoughts of your work at any point in the last few weeks. You’re always worrying about something; your mind always rushing from one possible bad outcome to the next. The kids, your training, Gojo, the school, the heavy weight of choosing a career where the next generation depends on you--

“You look tired,” Nanami says, his face twisted in sympathy. “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

You haven’t, really – thoughts of the class, and your work, and whether you’re even cut out for this as a career have been haunting you more and more recently, as you watch Gojo stumble irresponsibly from day to day. You feel like you get home, do some work for the next day, go to sleep, and immediately go to work again with nothing in between. You look at Nanami, who’s all concern, and you know you shouldn’t, but--

“I’m just getting stressed from everything happening all at once,” you say, forcing yourself to smile. “I have a lot of assessments coming up, reports I should be writing, reports that are written about me. Ah, those ones-- those are by Mr Gojo--”

“Ahh,” he looks incredibly sympathetic at that one.

“There’s just,” you falter. “A lot. And if I don’t come to work feeling my best and supporting them all, I feel like I’m letting the kids down, but I also just feel kind of bone-weary aching all of the time—”

Nanami’s hand reaches across the table, taking ahold of yours. His palms are warm and rough, and the thumb that rubs soothing circles against the base of your own is comforting. You sigh, eyelids half flickering closed.

“I shouldn’t have said anything to you,” you murmur, the small moment of intimacy (when you’ve spent the last two weeks feeling like you’re lurching from place to place and nobody is paying attention) sending a much-needed hit of comfort to the marrow of your bones. “You shouldn’t have to listen to my problems.”

Nanami’s lips tilt.

“I’d say it’s the least I could do,” he says, drily, “after everything you’ve done for Yuji – and after you’ve had to deal with Mr Gojo.” The look he gives you is quietly private, a shared in-joke between the two of you that makes you smile in response. His response almost makes you forget that he’s touching you, and though the touch is innocuous, you also know it’s unprofessional--

You stare at his hand on yours. It’s the same arm that he wears his expensive wristwatch on, and the sleeve of his suit jacket has ridden up to reveal just a hint of the shape beneath, a prominently veined wrist. Your throat goes dry looking at it, as you think of how strong he had seemed that time he’d shook your hand--

He’s looking at where the two of you are touching, too – a faint spot of red fading in high on his cheekbones. He coughs, awkward, but doesn’t move his hand. He swallows.

“You’re very pretty, you know,” Nanami says, and your body seems to flood with heat. You should say something about how inappropriate that is, thank him for coming to see you and the sweet words he’d said about how you were helping Yuji along, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to do it when he’s looking at you like that. “It sounds very hypocritical coming from me, because anyone who knows me will tell you that I don’t get enough of it myself– but you should rest more. Relax.”

You can imagine him ramrod straight behind a desk, eyes narrowed behind spreadsheets and numbers. You can definitely imagine him tired and drooping, working too hard. You smile again, helplessly, the look apologetic. You’re not very good at things like that.  

“You look stiff,” he says. “Here--”

He stands. You’d forgotten how tall he was, the breadth of him – he unbuttons his jacket neatly, laying it over the back of the chair. Without that, the width of his shoulders is really apparent. You don’t realise you’re staring until he makes a little noise, a ‘hmph’ of amusement, eyes not meeting yours, thumbs unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

He’s behind you.

“I’ve been told I’m good at this,” he says. “Big hands, I suppose?”

You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when those same big hands are suddenly on your shoulders, the same thumbs that were just rubbing tender circles onto your hand digging into your shoulder-blades in a massage that you feel down to your toes. You don’t realise you’ve let out a noise and relaxed back into the massage until Nanami lets out a low hum that you think is mirth.

The noise you make as he works out that persistent knot in the back of your neck is near-on pornographic, and both of you know it – heat rushing to your face, Nanami clearing his throat. If somebody walking by had heard that – if they came into the classroom, to see you getting a massage from Yuji’s father--

How do you keep getting into these situations? Nobody warned you about this part of working in a school. Why do his hands feel so fucking good on you, fingers digging into your skin – you moan again, rolling back into his touch.

There’s a clipped quality to his voice when he speaks;

“Wait a second.” Your eyes flutter open as his hands leave you, watching in distress as he walks to the door. If you’re expecting him to leave, you’re surprised when what actually happens is that he twists the lock, so nobody can walk in on the two of you doing something so. . . incongruous with both the classroom around you and the knowledge of what exactly the relationship between you is.

He gives you another one of those half-smiles and you feel a familiar throb in your lower half. Oh, this is unfair – he’s so handsome, so unruffled, so gentle as he takes back his position behind you and touches you again.

“This would feel better on your bare skin,” he murmurs, the words ghosting along you as a politely worded request, and obediently your fingers deftly unbutton your blouse without hesitation. This time, you’re glad that there’s no clatter of lost buttons on the floor – this time, you’re able to push it off your shoulders yourself. Nanami sighs as you let the fabric drop, pooling behind you in a crumpled mess. One of his fingertips traces your spine, raising gooseflesh on the sensitive skin.

“Don’t you have someone at home to do this for you?” He asks, voice soft and low like velvet, as he kneads the skin, tension draining out of you more and more with each passing minute. The question is worded carefully, but both of you know what he’s asking.

“Just me,” you say, as his hands slide forward, thumbs digging into your shoulders but fingers resting over your collarbone, his hands so big on you.

“Pity,” Nanami breathes, but it doesn’t sound like he’s particularly unhappy about it. Your breath catches as he moves from your shoulders, further, further, fingertips brushing the swell of your breast in your (sensible, today) bra. He leans forward, his lips against the shell of your ear. “You can tell me to stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” you find yourself saying, and his thin lips curve into a smile that you feel.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs – and then, fingers diving beneath the cups of the bra, kneading the soft flesh, the plush of your  body. You’re relaxing bonelessly into his touch when one finger brushes your nipple, sending a frisson of electricity right to the place between your thighs. Your bra straps are slipped off your shoulders, a slight lean forward so he can unclip the thing and let it fall onto the ground. Nanami sighs, almost reverent – when he moves his hand from your chest, you feel their absence keenly, a soft noise of dismay escaping you.

“Pull your chair out,” he says. You do; the legs scraping across the floor. Nanami himself moves so he’s no longer behind you, coming around to the front – casually, unhurriedly lowering himself to his knees in front of you. He reaches up to his face and removes his glasses, laying them neatly on the table to one side of him.

His eyes drink you in and you find your skin prickling with heat. You should be embarrassed; you shouldn’t be here at all, actually, alone in your classroom (again!) with someone’s father (again!), willing to let them look at you and touch you and more (again!). But Nanami reaches in, touching you so gently, fingertips and thumbs delicate as feathers as he strokes over your breast and waist and stomach. As he leans forward and licks a slow, agonising lap over your nipple until it hardens and pebbles, your entire body thrumming with desire. As he sucks it into his mouth, teeth nipping just hard enough at the bud that your body lights on fire, before he kisses a line across your sternum to give the other nipple the same treatment.

He slides his hands past your waist, unbuttoning and unzipping your pencil skirt with one hand, the cotton pulled down over your thighs. Nanami sighs again, cupping your hips, nudging your stockinged knee with his cheek.

“You’re lovely,” he says, affectionate, and it feels so intimate that your heart beats too fast against your chest. “Can I--?” Hands against the sides of your underwear, sliding over you in a way that leaves hot trails of fire behind him. You should be embarrassed that he can clearly see the wet patch, the way the sodden fabric clings to the petals of your sex – but when he’s looking at you like that. . . You can’t make yourself feel it. You nod, sighing, lifting your hips from the seat of the chair to assist in the removal of that particular garment. A light touch on your inner thighs has you spreading your legs further for him, his eyes drinking in the slick folds, the needy glint of your wetness.

He brings his face closer, taking a long breath in, inhaling your scent. The wash of his breath across you on the exhale fans across the length of you, your clit aching with need to be touched, paid attention to. Nanami takes his time, though – your thighs are kissed, first, his lips lingering on the soft skin, suckling gentle love-bites into the flesh. Occasionally, the briefest flash of his teeth, scraping across the sensitive area – always followed by a soothe, a kiss, a lick. Every one of them makes your body bloom into warm needy desire; you can feel how wet you are, know it must be soaking the chair beneath you even before Nanami has used his mouth on you properly.

He huffs out a chuckle as you whine, your hips tilting towards his mouth.

“You want me to use my mouth?” He asks you, his tongue gently lapping at one of the places he’s kissed. “On you, sweetheart?”

“Mm—mmhmm,” you say, breathlessly, not entirely sure that your mind is able to form any coherent sentences with Nanami knelt between your thighs. He places a chaste kiss on the mound above your clit, pulling back.

“Use your words,” he encourages you. There’s a stern dominance to him; coated in fondness, yes, but . . . an order, nonetheless. “I can make you feel so good--”

“Please use your mouth on me,” you whimper, soft as a mouse. Your hand flexes onto the seat of the chair beneath your thighs, and Nanami smiles against your soaking cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises, like liquid honey – and when his tongue finally, finally makes contact with your sex, the other hand has no choice but to curl into his hair as you let out a needy mewl, all of the heat that’s been building up within you since the very first moment you laid eyes on Kento Nanami coming to a point in the crux of his lips and tongue lapping hungrily at your slick.

Your lashes flutter closed, your thighs trembling, as Nanami sates himself on the taste of you, making you relax helplessly into his talented mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing; the flat, broad strokes against the folds of your cunt, the lower dip of his tongue as he flirts with stretching your hole open with it, the teasing flick of it as it dances, dallies with the idea of your swollen clit.

You can hear the wet sounds of him between your legs, suckling and kissing and licking and lapping – not all of it’s from your slickness, you know, but an embarrassing amount of it is. His tongue pushes into your hole, thrusting a few times, imitating the actions of fingers or cock – and your thighs flex, almost squeezing him between them, your fingers tugging on his hair with a soft squeal of surprise escaping you.

The noise just spurs him on. He fucks you on his tongue for a few more thrusts, before dragging the flat of the muscle through your folds, forcefully parting them (his mouth feels so hot, there), until he can reach the throb of your clit. He uses his tongue to roll the bud, swirling the tip of the muscle around it, drawing patterns over the place that all of your hot, desperate need is concentrated. Your other hand jerks into his hair too, your hips thrusting against his hungry mouth  as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You almost white out for a minute over the sheer overwhelming sensation of Nanami’s lips sucking on you, the displacement of air – you’re panting out breathy, whimpering noises, Nanami groaning as he edges you further and further towards your peak.

Fingers on your inner thigh. Nanami’s index finger, liberally coating itself in your slick and Nanami’s spit, dragging down the length of you that isn’t currently being utterly ravaged by Nanami’s lips--

He pushes one lone finger into your entrance, and that pushes you over the edge.

Your walls flutter around him, sucking him deeper inside your plush walls. You bite so hard into your lower lip you think that you might bleed, but it only serves to quiet the moan that escapes you by a little. Nanami groans against you, pumping the finger, sucking on your clit, guiding you over the peaks and mounds of your orgasm as he continues to enjoy the taste of you gushing into his mouth, overwhelming with the syrupy sweet stickiness of just how good you taste.

He guides you, too – with careful, slowing licks, lazier pumps – through the weak aftershocks and trembles of your peak, as they come to a slowly twitching halt. Your eyes are glassy, lips swollen from bits, as he places another chaste kiss over your sensitive clit and pulls back. His finger pops out of you with a wet gush that makes you feel so embarrassed at your own neediness you can barely stand it, but between your thighs Nanami is straightening up, a smug glint to his tired eyes.

“There,” he murmurs, standing, drinking in your quivering body, the slick on your thighs, how dark and satisfied your eyes look as you gaze up at him, half-woozy from the pleasure. “Don’t you feel a little more relaxed, now?”

You’re afraid if you speak you will simply slur your words, your tongue feeling unfamiliar in your mouth. You try and focus on Nanami instead – unfairly tranquil, aside from the wet of his chin, the damp spot darkening his collar. He places the finger that was formerly buried inside you into his mouth, the glint of arousal on it consumed by him with a tilt of the head as if he’s savouring the taste.

You can’t help but notice that there’s an outline of something putting pressure on the fabric of his slacks, there, between his thighs – something that looks hard, and stiff, and uncomfortable. You blink at it through a hazy mind as Nanami goes leans over you, gently taking hold of your chin, checking that you’re alright.

“C-can I help with that?” You manage, only a little bit garbled. Nanami’s eyebrows raise in surprise, a light pink flush to his cheeks – what does he take you for? That you’d let him eat you out so well that your toes curl and then just let him leave without seeing to his own issues?

(It’s a confidence boost, honestly – knowing that he’s hard because of you. You know that this isn’t the kind of man who would fuck you on his tongue in his son’s classroom if he didn’t find you attractive, but still . . . Someone like Nanami, with those cheekbones and those lips and those shoulders, wanting somebody like you?)

“I-- ahh--” He seems nervous about it, a little flustered, clearly not expecting you to offer something like that – but then, you raise one hazy hand and gently pet his crotch through the fabric and he whistles through his teeth, the organ giving a welcoming throb beneath your hand. You swallow at how it responds, the size and heat of it.

“Please?” Plump lower lip caught between your teeth. “I’d like to repay the favour.”

He swallows, raising a hand to loosen his tie. You see the bob of his throat as he moves, pulling out the chair he was sat on before, parting his own knees.

“I’d like that,” he says, and that’s all of the encouragement you need to sink from the chair onto your shaking knees, half-crawl towards him until you’re situated between his thighs. Your hands reach up to his waist, undoing his belt buckle carefully. The heat of his cock radiates through the fabric, brushing against your arm as you undo the belt. As you undo the button. As you tug at the zipper, the noise of the teeth indecently loud. He sighs himself, a hand cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he says, repeating his earlier compliment. His eyes on your face make you feel hot and flushed, the way he watches you eagle-sharp as your smaller hands reach into his underwear to pull out his already hard cock.

He’s not as big as Toji was, but that doesn’t mean he’s not big. His cock is elegant, a light upward curve, the head ruddy pink and slick with precome – and as you lean forward and let your tongue trace the slit of it, as you taste that same precome in your mouth, he groans quietly. He brings the hand not on your cheek up to his mouth to muffle the noise, and you can’t help but pout.

“Please,” you say. “I want to hear you--”

A pause. He drops his hand, taking a chest-deep breath. His fingers slide across the apple of your cheeks – you know he must be able to sense how warm you are, how shameless and brazen you feel.

You give the head of his cock dainty kitten licks, getting used to feel of him – getting used to the soft breaths he keeps making, the way that the hand on your cheek moves to knit into your hair. You know you’re teasing him, but the way he looks down at you like you’re the one doing him a favour has you all giddy and light headed.

You envelope the head in your waiting mouth, tongue messily lapping at it. It’s been a long time since you’ve done something like this – judging from the sigh escaping Nanami’s lips, the light thrust of his hips, though, you’re not doing too bad of a job on it.

You take him a little further, willing your mouth to open wider. Your tongue is still moving against him sloppily – tracing the veins of his shaft, licking fat stripes where you can manage to get it around. You feel a trickle of drool escape your lips as you widen your mouth a bit more, so much you can feel a light ache in your jaw.

“Fuck,” Nanami breathes, deep and ragged. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

The praise just eggs you on further, makes you want to take him deeper – makes you want to win more noises said by that dark, low voice. You push too far and have to pull back a little, your makeup smearing (you’re glad you’d foregone a darker lipstick today), your eyes watering. But you’re determined, and after you’ve managed to draw a choked breath around the cock in your mouth, you’re back on it, kissing and sucking and licking as best you can. Every so often, Nanami will groan from above you, his hips jerking, the hand in your hair guiding you just a little to the left. The other hand comes to cradle your face, so tender and careful with you.

“You feel so good,” he says, soft, like he can barely believe where you are. “Your mouth is so good, sweetheart--”

The flat of your tongue is dragged over the slit, his taste flooding your senses. You squeeze your thighs together, the friction thrilling even considering how slick your cunt still is (you’re grateful that your skirt is dark, because you know you must have soaked through your underwear).

His hips are moving more regularly now, but you can tell that he’s still holding back – that he doesn’t want to roughly fuck your throat, though he easily could. You look up at him with your eyes dark and wide, your lashes trembling, trying to get across that it’s alright for him to do that without having to stop hungrily licking and sucking at his cock. He sees your gaze, your lips wrapped around him, your cheeks hollowed in your attempts to impress, and he breathes out a shaking exhale.

“Is it really okay?” He asks you. “I don’t want to hurt you--”

You hum your affirmative around his cock and his eyes roll back into his head for just a moment, groan escaping his parted lips again, as he begins to rock his hips into your mouth. You gag around it at first – so big, so thick, even though he’s not going that fast yet – but as he begins to pick up his pace, your mouth gets used to moving in tandem with his thrusts and the tugs on your hair.

The ache in your jaw begins to be pleasant; you begin to feel like you’re meant to have it open that wide, that the bump of his cockhead against the back of your throat is right and perfect. His face is flushing, his breath getting shaky – whistling in his chest.

His chest. You stare at the bare collar above the buttons of his shirt, the lean shadows of his collarbone – you think, judging by the broadness of his shoulders, he’s probably built beneath there. You’d love to find out. You’d love to be somewhere other than in the classroom with this man, somewhere where you could learn his body by heart, where the floor beneath your knees isn’t quite so hard--

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers tightening so hard that you groan, your throat vibrating around his cock. “Sweetheart, my good girl, I’m gonna--”

You hear the warning in his voice and you suck harder, swirl your tongue faster, coaxing him forward – his abdomen flexes under the shirt, his cock juddering in your mouth, pulsing as your mouth suddenly fills with the hot, wet, salty and unmistakable taste of Nanami’s come--

You keep sucking. You keep licking, swallowing pump after pump, draining forth every single drop of his release that you can until he’s shuddering and his cock is softening, his head thrown over the back of the chair to reveal the tempting column of his throat.

He’s taking deep breaths, great heaving ones that his shoulders move in time with, as the last few thunderbolts of his release travel through his body and he groans in the pleasured way that someone who has orgasmed their worries away does.

Nanami’s hand in your hair eases, his breaths evening out from the shakes and groans. His fingers are quiet and affectionate, as you pull back, swallowing the final few drops of his release. He looks down at you with those intense eyes half-lidded, his face briefly free of lines and stress and worry. He sighs, hand diving into the jacket still hung on the chair behind him – when the hand emerges, he’s holding a handkerchief, that he brings up to your face like a lover.

Tenderly, he wipes a bead of his come from the corner of your mouth. The action is so warm, so fond, that you can barely breathe for looking up at him. You feel like you’re knelt at some kind of altar – that Nanami had prayed to you, and now you are responding with your own supplication.

“Are you alright?” He asks you. “Your knees? Your mouth?” He’s so gorgeous; unfairly picked out under the classroom lights, like he doesn’t belong here at all. In another world, he’s avenging like an angel with a weapon in his hand. Now, he’s softly rumpled with his shirt unbuttoned and one of his suspenders fallen down his shoulder, his knees spread wide.

“Yes,” you breathe. He smiles again – he does not grin. His mouth is just a light uptilt, as he leans forward and brushes his lips over your own.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again, the words sending another shiver down your spine. “Do you need some help getting dressed?”

You rise onto unsteady legs and Nanami is there, supporting you carefully, rising with you. He rescues your skirt, your bra – deft fingers re-doing buttons, catching eyes with hooks, zipping up until you look – if not immaculate – at least presentable. Someone who had seen you this morning would probably recognise that your skirt is creased and your blouse is crumpled, that your hair is falling around your face--

Nanami’s fingers capture those strands too, tucking them back behind your ear, smoothing them out. Every single sweep and caress of his fingers makes you feel like you’re about to break into pieces from how soft you feel, how cherished. It’s a stark difference to how you had felt after Toji had swung out of your classroom, leaving you prone and leaking his come.

He leaves you, after you’ve regained your balance, to get your bag and coat, to grab the book you had been reading before this meeting had commenced – and he sets himself to rights with a calm, assured aura. If someone looked closely at him, you think perhaps they’d notice the tie not quite as tight, the hair not quite as neatly swept from his brow – you yourself can barely take your eyes off him. Is there something in the water in this town?

He grasps his briefcase, clips his glasses into the top pocket of his suit jacket instead of placing them back on his nose. His entire being seems to have lost tension, his eyes not quite as tired, his shoulders not quite as strained. As he finished, he comes to stand beside you – an arm gallantly curving around your waist just loosely enough that the touch could be read as friendly and not romantic. As the two of you walk across the classroom, he says quietly;

“You really should relax, you know. You don’t have anything to worry about. Yuji adores you, and I’m sure the rest of the children do too.”

(Your cheeks heat, the compliment warm and convincing in the sonorous bass of Nanami’s voice).

“Even Gojo isn’t permanent,” he says. “Anybody would be lucky to end up with you.” A cough. “That’s . . . as a teacher and in other ways.”

He pauses at the door, unlocking it with a final click that feels like he is saying that this little adventure has truly come to its natural end. His eyes linger affectionately on your face, a brief touch of hesitation colouring his features – before, once more, he leans in and brushes his lips against yours with a feather-soft touch that has you gasping in surprise against his mouth. The hand not on the briefcase takes your own hand, fingers entangling, and if you had thought your face was warm before, you’re quickly taught that you didn’t know what heat was.

He draws back a little breathlessly.

“I hope you’ll continue working with Yuji,” he says, sincerely. “And perhaps, if it’s agreeable to you-- perhaps we could schedule a catch-up meeting in a few weeks? So I may see. . . how things are progressing?”

“Of course, Sir,” you say, words very breathy.

When you get home tonight, and probably for the next few weeks, you’ll take a really good look at the grading rubric. You know. For the kids. Not because of Nanami’s sharp cheekbones and wicked tongue and the glint that had been in his eye when he had pressed his mouth against your heated core – not because of how his cock had felt heavy and thick in your mouth, and how it would feel pressed inside of you--

Nope. Not at all.

Definitely for Nanami’s son.

[simp-cityxx]

It’s Showtime~

A Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader fic (NSFW)

Summary: Your lowkey malewife Fushiguro comes to pick you up from work, but you have some ulterior plans for the night…

Warnings: Praise, Degradation, Lots of dirty talk, spanking, breeding, possessiveness; other general smutty stuff (read at your own risk)

A/N: so yea, Nanami and Toji exist simultaneously in this story which doesn’t make sense (but that’s hawt so) but yk what else doesn’t make sense? THE WORD MALEWIFE AND TOJI BEING REMOTELY CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER! But yeh enjoy

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“Late again, huh.”

As you walked under the dim streetlight, Toji opened up your passenger door before crossing his arms with a blank stare on his face.

“Sorry. Nanami just needed someone to stay back and help file a few-“

He slithers a hand on your waist as the other tilts your chin. “Yeah princess, whatever.” Although his approach is far from polite, you’re far too focused on his touches to come up with a witty response. The way his words, gazes, and touches were coated with gracefulness but tinged with urgency drove you wild. It was far from erratic but not essentially delicate…this must’ve been the delicious taste of experience, and you were set for sails just thinking about it.

“What am I going to do with you…” he chuckles, pulling you into a kiss; one that feels almost too intimate. You grip onto his tight shirt with his toned muscles enclosed, leaving you practically gasping for air.

The kiss finally calms down and you hop in the front seat of Toji’s car. It always puzzled you how the man was able to afford such a lavish car on his own, Given the fact that he often took on the role of your “househusband”. You focused your attention as Fushiguro unexpectedly brushed a lose piece of hair out of your face. Even such a simple gesture had your thighs squeezing together, tensing up as the engine started.

“So why does that blondie keep working you so late anyways?”, He sits his hand on his chin.

“I think it’s simply the fact that im the only one who fully understands Mr.Nanami’s file systems.”

He chuckles, “Bullshit. Your boss totally has the hots for ya.” Trying to conceal his feelings on the matter, he opts to keeping his blank stare on the road.

You rolls your eyes, “You know it’s not like that.”

“Well if even if it was, you know I’m still your man,” he shoots you a toothy smile, god he was so hot when he smiled…

You giggle, rolling your eyes.

“You are so damn corny.”

The rest of the ride is quiet, as you’re caught up in your own head. This relationship with the sorcerer killer had been such a whirlwind, even after about three months. His arrogant and flirtatious demeanor never gave any indication that he would want to ‘slow down’, but somehow you were able to mellow him out. In some ways at least.

Before you knew it Toji was opening the passenger door.

“Baby,…..y/n”, He tapped your shoulder as you had kinda zoned out.

“Oh yeah sorry”, you stood up, only to immediately get tossed over the mans broad shoulder, sneakily hoisting you up with a hand on your ass.

“IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN WORM PUT ME DOWN!”

“Huh?”

Without batting an eye, he puts you down as soon as the front door opens.

……..

Walking into the bedroom, you decide to throw on something a little more…causal. (Something you really know will get him going). You grab one of Fushiguro’s oversized collared shirts, leaving it open to expose the skimpy new lingerie you had just bought. Although not something you felt totally comfortable in, one of your office friends insisted you buy it for a night just like this.

You sluggishly walk into the kitchen where dinner is prepared, stretching your spine with a heavy yawn, before glaring up at Toji’s ample chest, merely covered by a black apron.

The raven haired man looks towards you, almost as if he hasn’t noticed your change in attire. You sit down for your meal, a little disappointed at the lack of reaction from your man. You finish up dinner and sluggishly stumble to the living room. Toji is sitting with eyes unenthusiastically glued to the tv. As you make your way over to join him, you feel a tight grip placed on your hip, pulling you into a rather compromising position.

“I told you last time about wearing satin..”

The words crinkle in your ear, causing your spine to tingle. (He has a thing for satin, lordt knows why)

The muscular man begins to spank you, causing an unexpected moan to escape.

“Shhhh.” A deep sinister grin is painted on his face. “There’s no use in screaming anything but my name sweetie.” God, you hated the way his corniness turned you on.

He persisted, already pushing you to the brink as he increased the intensity through his large palm. occasionally he paused to admire his dirty work, placing the gentlest caresses on your stinging ass before causing you to whimper once again.

You were already panting when Toji positioned you in his arms bridal style. “Tired already dollface? But I haven’t had my way with you yet…”

Fuck. You clench your legs as the heat between your legs intensifies. The raven haired man picks up and shoots one of his grins, floppy hair covering his emerald eyes. You could just die right here.

Gently laying his prized possession on the bed, he positions himself in front of you as you undress him. He throws the apron to the side and wastes no time utterly demolishing the lacey lingere you had picked out for him.

“Toji! That was expensive!”

He merely shrugs it off. “Black card is on the desk babe. You don’t even need all this frilly shit to get me to fuck you.” You cross your arms and avert your gaze; pretending this isn’t the exact outcome you wanted.

“Pout all you want, but your body tells me everything I need to know princess.” As he whispers, He glides a finger over your drenched folds, causing you to release the most sickening moan to ever escape your lips.

“I never knew you were this much of a slut for me. We’ve barely even started…”

As much as you want to give a witty response, his electric fingers slip and stretch inside you, leaving you breathless. You burn all over as he leaves intense marks and kisses all over your skin.

“Stammering already?” He grabs your chin and leans in, pressed against your chest.

“How pathetic. Guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners…” with that he growls, slinging your delicate legs over his broad shoulders. As he leaves kisses on your soft thighs, you shudder in ecstasy. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you tense up like that. Just relax; I’ll take care of it.”

Swiftly he begins unrelentingly devouring you. Kisses pepper your sopping cunt, accompanying the intoxicating hums he makes on your bud. Even with your screams and cries, he only lets up when you finally come.

“Good girl. Now can you do something for me?”

As you nod, he sits you down on the edge of the bed. He positions himself in front of you, giving you a clear look at his egregiously long and thick member. It’s a wonder the thing fit inside you.

“I’m just in need of a little warmup. Think you can handle it sweet heart?”

You nod, regaining your composure.

“Yes sir.”

With that, you take as much of his 13 inches as you can fit in your mouth, but as he hits the back of your throat you begin to choke. Noticing, he slides himself out.

“Don’t overextend yourself little whore. Just the tip is fine…”

After affirming his words, you use your methodical tongue to play with his cock, causing him to release little fucks and hisses from the back of his throat. The way you fit him so well always got him going.

You giggle, “who’s stammering now?”

Teasing him was a big mistase. He furrows his brow and pulls away from you leaving you hungry for more.

“Enough. Lay down skank.”

There was no saving you now. It was much too late. You just guaranteed you’d need to use one your sick days just to recuperate. He pins you down by the wrists and starts biting hard onto your chest, causing you to whimper.

“You thought you were real slick huh.”

“I was only-“

Before you can even finish your sentence, the space in between your legs is stuffed full. He pounds hard into your throbbing cunt, amused by your gasps for air, and leaning down occasionally to leave you kisses. He was just too good, from his dirty talk to the slightest of touch, he just knew every little way to turn you to mush. He grinned as he put a hand to your stomach, feeling his cock penetrate you to your highest capacity. He was so proud have pleasured you in such a way, falling in love with the ways you screamed his name, the way your clever ass could turn into this love drunk fool with no one but him. The love he made between your thighs was proof enough that you could be no one but his. Toji may have been a master of his craft, but the way you wrapped around him even left him begging for more.

As you bucked your hips into him, Toji positioned you on top of him.

“It’s time baby.”

He released more of his intoxicating sounds as you both found yourself on the brink of climax. You pleaded for him to stuff you full, so he did just that, speeding up by grabbing your hips before one final thrust, leaving your thighs shaking around his burning shaft. You were all his as you laid there, dazed by just how amazing the feeling it was.

“You did so well for me today honey. I’m glad you learned your lesson.”

He placed a kiss onto your forehead before getting up to draw you a bath.

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Oh lordt have mercy </3

[cursingtoji]

Royals

Pairing: Gojo x Roality/Sorcerer!Reader

Summary: Yuji was told by his sensei that someone very special was coming to evaluate his new cursed energy.

Warning: fem pronouns, slightly suggestive, hickeys, established relationship.

a/n: naruto's anbu uniform is what i based reader's outfit off, so keep that in mind i guess? i apologize if i forgot some tag in the warnings, feel free to point anything out to me. thank u and enjoy <3

“How pontual” Gojo smiled when he felt your presence on the top of the building he was standing along with Yuji.

“Huh?” Yuji looked around confused till he saw a black silhouette behind him.

“Hope you don’t mind Yuji-kun, I wanted a professional opinion and called a friend”.

“Are you sure this is the best place to do this Gojo?” You asked going around the boy with pink hair staring at his figure and sensing his cursed energy.

The building you agreed to meet him was one of the tallest in Tokyo, you could barely see the people on the streets from here.

“Sensei, is your friend a ninja?” Yuji asked, staring back at your figure, your black outfit left no skin to be shown while the kitsune mask covered your whole face and two swords remained crossed at your back.

“You worry too much Princess, don’t you believe I am the strongest?” You frown upon the use of the pet name. Yuji tilted his head to the side.

“I just don’t want things to go out of control” you moved your hands to remove the kitsune mask, your identity would still be protected by the mask that covered your nose and mouth beneath it, but Gojo stopped your hands as soon as you approached him.

“Keep it on until we finish okay?” He smiled, although he did not say anything else this was enough for you to understand he did not want the curse inside Yuji to cross eyes with you. “I’ll explain later, Yuji, now can you give us ten seconds with Sukuna?” Gojo stretched his arms preparing for a quick battle.

You moved to the corner of the building to give him space but still keeping an eye on the pink haired kid.

He was so young...

Black marks soon appeared on the kid’s body and the new cursed energy overwhelmed you making a shiver run up your spine.

As the heir of a clan that for centuries has the ability to control cursed energy, this scared you.

Sukuna’s energy was enough to destroy a big city like Tokyo as easily as a snap of a finger. In the past your clan helped Sukuna by increasing his cursed energy during battles but in the end, your clan also helped destroy Sukuna by suppressing his cursed energy as much as they could. Gojo asked you to come watch a quick demonstration, if the plan succeeded and Yuji managed to live long enough to eat all Sukuna’s fingers, it would be just a matter of time until the king of curses took control of the vessel and attempted some kind of mass destruction. If the time comes you wanted to be able to perform the same act that your clan did in the past.

Although, since Sukuna’s downfall your clan did not act as sorcerers anymore, instead they turned into rulers and politicians, living in big cities as Tokyo and controlling cursed energy just by existing there, a natural balance to the modern world, they would tell you, but none of this changed your mind when you decided to break the chain and become a sorcerer almost ten years ago.

The fight started when Sukuna ran towards Gojo murmuring something about seeing him again. Gojo controlled the situation fast by immobilizing Sukuna on the floor, far enough to not harm you.

“So?” Gojo asked, looking at your direction.

“You asked me to not do anything so I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s possible” you answered the white haired man.

Sukuna’s attention now was brought to you, he tried to read your cursed energy, you sensed that, but with the kitsune mask covering your face and eyes you doubt he recognized you as part of the clan that caused his downfall one thousand years ago.

Gojo again smiled at you, proud of you being able to take such a fast reading without messing with Sukuna’s energy, which he asked you to not do.

It would be better for everyone if Sukuna doesn’t make a target of you so soon.

“Alright, guess we are done for now” Gojo raised as soon as Yuji took back control of his body. You watched amazed as the cursed energy came back to a normal level.

Gojo asked Ijichi to drive Yuji back to the school and promised to talk to Yuji in the morning.

“I don’t know, Satoru. There’s only so much I can do alone, and I’m sure the rest of my clan won’t get involved with Sukuna if he returns. This is a huge responsibility for me...” you stopped talking, not even wanting to consider the possibility of such a powerful curse having complete control to do whatever he pleases and you not being able to do much by yourself.

“I won’t put you in danger, but for now it would be good if you could stick around Yuji, just to observe... I can put a good word for you with Yaga” Gojo dropped his arm around your shoulder playfully.

“You really want me to stay at jujutsu tech Tokyo just to keep an eye on him?” You removed the kitsune mask, now allowing Gojo to see your teasing eyes.

“I have my own selfish reasons too”.

The next morning Yuji crossed his path with Nanami around the school, having worked together once Yuji felt comfortable with asking Nanami about his sensei’s friend.

“Oi Nanami, do you know Gojo-sensei’s ninja friend? I met them last night but still don’t know what happened”.

Nanami stared at Yuji like he was speaking some foreign language “...Ninja?”

The elder was about to ask him to elaborate when the said sensei turned around the corner with you by his side.

“Gojo-san, Ojou-sama” Nanami bowed low when he noticed you coming closer.

“Ojou-sama?” Yuji looked at the person walking to them alongside Gojo. He did not recognize you at first, you now were using a colored Yukata and nothing covering your face.

“Nanami please, you know me long enough to drop this title” you smiled at your friend.

Yuji quickly made the connection between Nanami using the princess title and Gojo calling you Princess yesterday.

“Oh sensei, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. You two make a beautiful couple” Yuji smiled.

“Itadori, show respect, Y/n-sama is an actual royal” Nanami whispered to Yuji.

After the downfall of Sukuna your clan reigned for a while, being the heir of the main clan branch and if your clan was still reigning that would technically make you a princess. Nanami insisted on referring to you as Ojou-sama in public even though you two attended school together years ago and long passed the formal titles.

“Sorry” Yuji bowed, still confused.

“It’s okay Itadori-kun, we will have enough time to get to know each other” you assured the pink haired boy.

“You are moving here?” Nanami asked.

“Isn’t it great?” Gojo smiled widely, now placing his arms on your shoulders and Nanami’s. “It will be like old times again”.

“Yaga accepted my request to stay on the campus and assist the kids,” you explained Nanami. Of course he knew that by ‘the kids’ you mean Itadori and his new found cursed energy.

“What a great set of teachers you will have Yuji-kun” Gojo tight his grip around you and Nanami “Why don’t you go find Fushiguro and Kugusaki while I show y/n her room?”.

“Yes, sensei!” Yuji smiled and bowed again before leaving to find his team mates.

“Let’s keep y/n secret between us, okay Nanami?” Gojo asked now that the three of you were alone. “Sukuna might not find out about y/n’s origins if she doesn’t mess with his or Itadori’s energy, the elders agreed to keep her around for now as protection”.

“I see… Well let me know if you need anything, Ojou-sama” Namami replied and fixed his tie.

“I need you to stop using that title, Kento” you smiled again at your stubborn friend and dropped Gojo’s arm from your shoulder going back to the path that led to your dorm.

“Always so polite, Nanamin” Gojo teased “Just don’t forget I’m the only one allowed to get on my knees for her” he released Nanami’s shoulder leaving his fellow sorcerer flushed.

“What did you tell him?” you asked Gojo when he got back to your side.

“Nothing he doesn’t know already” his large palm touched your lower back.

Your arrangements with Gojo were something known only by the heads of your clan, the two of you and few close friends. A promise made almost ten years ago allowed you to attend jujutsu tech and become a sorcerer if the only descendant of the Gojo clan married you by the time both of you got to your thirties. There was nothing in it for Satoru, but he agreed even though he barely left his teenage years.

“Satoru, What are we gonna do now?” you asked looking at your feet.

“We can start by getting you a pretty uniform, maybe a short skirt and a v-line” the hand that wasn’t at your back moved to the collar of your Yukata exposing more of your neck and collar bones and all the purple and blue marks painted there “A masterpiece like that has to be shown”.

“You are shameless” you slapped his hand away and adjusted your Yukata back. His flirty personality taking your mind away from the new responsibility of being Yuji’s guardian. “You know, we are two years away from the arrangements and I still wonder why you accepted it” you confessed, stopping in your tracks.

“Oh Princess, I’ll always be taking the side of rebel soul and you so happened to be the one that stole my heart from day one, you are not getting cold feet now, are ya?” he leaned and placed his arm on the wall behind you, an old habit that made you flushed when you two were younger, but now you can only bite your lips and raise a hand to lower his blindfold and meet his shining eyes full of admiration.

“Marrying the prince that saved me and the strongest jujutsu sorcerer? How could I get scared of that?”.

“Prince huh? I can get used to it”.

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