#densecloud

[alchemisland]

Indecisive Patriarchs (Yesah Noah)

Standing at the gates, a Lamassu

Second rate your llama zoo

Te llamo who?

The ark the ark upon the waves, below the graveless dead unsaved and unsavoury

Doubt is a slavery, that God didn’t make me, doubt daily rapes me

The voice guiding this vessel perilous, this violent earth; the sons of Pelias

Dripping, Noah upon the deck whose nakedness is as a gorgon’s mock

Waves knock her clinkered sides, withershins the many miles out here are noughts

The troubled lineage is severed from the healthy seed as if by glaive heaven wielded and welded

The saved, he says, will erect a shrine where the lance of the first new sun shines

Below deck the children of nations, the nations of children, the notions of children, casting coloured stones to divine

The Will of one who is this Will in mind, this Will of mine, will mine

Amount to anything or sink like the rest, bubbles at other end despite trying level best.

First frost the glass loud grass of term’s final class, stripped trees crass 

First frost no sign of Nixon; Nick busy with nixers, his son’s new Nikon acquired

Footfalls the Christmas Father’s arrival; sliding slates that Nick’s on

Tinsel from a Cornish mine guarding branches like an aggravated serpent

Money lent is money spent, bidden guided arghoslent

All lights and dazzle and illusion of overeffulgence, angel topped the baubles on

Babylong ting the cold cuts still years away from serving time

My vengeance a henge’s patience strengthening below the lights 

How he makes bank – growsmaryJ and grime, alchemy infinite dimes

The drank distilled the field is tilled the low stone chair where Corn Kings are killed

Brine in great store the abating storm the form of land from denseclouds born

Hark hark the height of land, hard by here the Isle of Sharks.

Couch of cudchew NPCs, clapping festive idents on BBC

Could you fill an empty seat with all the things they do not see

With plastic guns I BB see but the Old Bill seek APB

John Lewis advert is your year’s emotional highpoint

Stand the one named Spartacus but only I point

Mystical blood thrilling from a wound, the legionnaire’s enchanted spearpoint

Waves at seapoint inviting gooseflesh on Christmas morning, homefires warming

Cold bird in cooling vat, eating bird in nearby flat, bold cloud hues warning

Unmask wolves before counting sheep, wolf wakes when farmer sleeps.

[costellos]

❥ ┋ ❝ nanami & where he’d take you on your first date together!

@densecloud​​ said: aaaa new ask game!!! can i request for 'court' & nanami? thank you so much toya!! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

a/n: YES U CAN LESLIE!!! I had so much fun thinking of all the dates Nanamin would take you that I had a hard time narrowing down one... so I wrote for all of them! I think it gives a neat, interactive twist to your original request. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. <33

tw: none.

ask game: 💌 15 valentine’s day questions (closed!)

disclaimer: I’m anime-only outside of the prequel, so apologies if my character interpretations aren’t accurate.

Nanami is a planner. he doesn’t like going about things on a whim. that applies for work, his days off, and most notably, his first date with you. 

that isn’t to say he wouldn’t let you plan the date. no, Nanami just gets a certain pride taking you out. after all, he wouldn’t be courting you unless he had some sort of background with you. in this case, being jujutsu sorcerers has made you uncomfortably close. that just comes with working in a profession with so few colleagues. and with it being a horribly draining job, you’ve seen each other at your best and worse.

hence, Nanami lets you pick what kind of vibe you’d like for the date. he’d like to think he knows you well enough to plan something himself. but letting you have some agency allows him to gauge what to do. plus, the fact you’re not a Tokyo native lets him narrow down where in the city would be the best place to take you.

if you tell him you want something laidback, Nanami interprets that as a typical, casual date. nothing too strenuous. that doesn’t mean they have to be boring, though. he takes you to a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in Musashino. it’s tucked away in some alley, and despite its sketchy location, the interior is surprisingly cozy. locals chat quietly while university students scribble notes in tattered workbooks. it isn’t much, you’ll admit. it’s not much different from any other coffee shop. but the moment your mocha hits your tongue, you immediately understand why Nanami likes this place so much. it’s sweet without being overly sweet, chocolately and warm. like a hug from your best friend: familiar and comforting. Nanami tells you how he met Gojo while you’re here. it’s casual conversation. you learn that despite their contrasting personalities, there are few people that Nanami trusts more. maybe one day he’ll trust you as much as he does your shared colleague. it’s a thought that makes your heart as warm as your mocha does for your hands. (and while you may not know it now, Nanami already trusts you with everything.) you find yourselves at Inokashira Park shortly afterwards. it’s a surprisingly warm day in March -- why not enjoy the weather while you can? he comments on the history about the park. something about how it was privately owned by the emperor until the twentieth century. when you ask when the cherry blossoms will bloom, he tells you not until the end of March. you click your tongue. “hm. guess we’ll have to plan another date for then, huh?” “...I suppose we do.” he wouldn’t admit how warm his ears felt in that moment.

if you tell him you want something fun, Nanami will take you to the Edo-Tokyo Museum. he honestly doesn’t know how you’ve lived in the city for this long without visiting it yet. there’s something exciting about it, though; to be the person you share this experience with. he’s thankful for that much. to say the museum is huge would be an understatement. the building is massive. there are tons of exhibits to explore and even more sections to learn from. it’s... well... it’s a little overwhelming. yet Nanami is patient with exploring the whole thing. he doesn’t yank you from display to display. he lets you take it at your own pace, following you wherever you want to go, adding his own quips of information he’d learned from the several field trips he’s taken here as a child. after all, the museum is a staple. it’s one of his favorite places in the city. that’s half of the reason why he brought you here. the other half is because he loves that look of bewilderment you get on your face. the museum features an interactive exhibit of Old Tokyo, with employees strolling the streets in traditional garb. they chat with visitors and offer small gifts, and boy. your face just lights up every time they give you some dumb knick knack. when you smile at him, showing him the pencil you got labeled EDO-TOKYO MUSEUM in red lettering, he can’t help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch just the slightest bit upwards, too. such a small thing to be excited about. that’s why he’s so enamored by you, though. he feels a sense of pride when you ask if he can bring you back to the museum sometime soon. he just guides you by the small of your back as you exit the front doors, his lips with another hint of a smile, before saying, “there are plenty of other places we can visit together. let’s plan for it.”

if you tell him you want something different, Nanami finds himself stumped. there are lots of “different” places in Tokyo. Asakusa has the traditional temples, Harajuku has the wild street fashion, and Roppongi has the wilder night life. “something different” doesn’t give Nanami a lot to go off of. but he’ll digress. none of those places would be appropriate for a first date. so he opts for a great hot pot restaurant in Shibuya. Shibuya itself is a great date location. it’s what most foreigners think when they hear “Tokyo.” bright lights, edgy streetwear, huge crowds of people -- all mushed together in one district. it makes your head spin as he guides you through the streets. but where he takes you takes the best parts of Shibuya and puts it in one, little eatery. string lights dangle across the ceiling, twinkling as if it it was the night sky. it’s such a nice contrast from the neon lights outside. teenagers in streetwear morph into dapper, young professionals laughing amongst themselves. and while it’s still a little cramped, it’s not the kind that makes you overwhelmed. it’s cozy. people maintain their space. the hot pot itself is delicious. Nanami orders a little of everything -- some seafood, some fancy meats, a variety of vegetables, and two noodle options -- and God. the moment you take your food from that broth and put it in your damn mouth? ugh. heaven. it’s so savory, perfectly seasoned and just the right texture. the saltiness from the broth brings all the right flavors out of your food. you might have burned your tongue but it’s so good you don’t even care. Nanami laughs when he sees your eyes widen. he carries the conversation while you stuff yourself with noodles and other foods. just some stories about his life before sorcery, about his time as a stockbroker and how much he hated it. although sorcerery isn’t much better, he can at least help the people around him. it’s not much, but it’s better than helping some rich asshole get richer. “you know,” you tell him in between bites, “you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for.” “maybe,” he responds. “or maybe it’s just basic human decency.” he didn’t mean it to come out that harsh. and judging by your expression, you don’t take offense to it. or maybe you just didn’t notice. either way, he hopes you also don’t notice how quickly he turns away. there are much less obvious ways to hide his blush, he can acknowledge that. yet in this moment, all he can think of is all the goddamn hoops you put his mind through.

[seraphiism]

hi!!! i just read your jjk fics and i'd like to say that your writing is absolutely calming and beautiful -- its feels like just another whole art form itself and i really love your works so much :''') just,,, thank you so much hhhhhh

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hello !!! omg yes i saw your tags and reread them a lot!! they made me so happy and so did this message ;-;. thank you so much for taking the time to read them and saying such kind words!

[so-mordor-itis]

🌹🤍

"I want to be better at lying." You told him, a serious look on your face. Kaeya only blinked, the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

"Lying is an art only a few master," he replied before eyeing your form. "I believe you would be the type who couldn't."

[colossaldickenergy]

hi bby

HI BBY

[cielcius]

RUNNING YOUR HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR | HEADCANONS

includes: nanami k.

Request: hellooo Kate!! 🤍 first time sending a request so I hope this is alright! could I request reader running their fingers through nanamin’s hair for the first time and his reaction about it? I’ve always wanted to do that (AAAAAAAA) so please,, help me achieve my fantasy through ur amazing work. 🥲🤍thank you so so much! - @densecloud

from the writer: pls nanami is just— *heart fails* uh haha n e ways, i hope u like this leslie and i’m honored to be the one who completes your first request 🥺💕 i hope u enjoy and thank u for requesting :) have a lovely day/evening!

notes & warnings: none

i don’t think nanami is one for much pda so it’s easy to deduct that it’d be better to do the action when you’re alone

he’d be laying on your chest yes he likes to lay on top of you most of the time and you’re gonna have to pry this fact from my cold dead hands when you decide to run your hands through his hair for the first time

by this point, you’ve both established boundaries of what you’re comfortable with, all while you learn to just be more comfortable with each other

at the first touch— like down to the very second your fingertips touch him— nanami’s eyebrow twitches and he actually thinks you’re about to flick his forehead or something (that’s what he wants to say but it’s from living a life of battling curses :( )

so he flinches a bit, making you a little surprised until you’re both in a kind of stand-off of who’s gonna move first

you decide to take the initiative again and repeat your action, but slower, slow enough for him to be able to watch and likely predict what you’re going to do next

when you finally run your hand through his loosely-put-up hair, he freezes up impossibly more

not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t know what to do because he likes it

should he lay down again and let you keep doing it? or would that make you stop?

all he knows is that he doesn’t want you to stop anytime soon and that he needs more

he won’t say anything but he’ll finally put his head back on your chest with his eyes pointed at you

i mean he might rub at your side in return and as encouragement to do it more 👀

and to his luck— and your joy— you repeat the action continuously up until the moment he falls asleep

guys i think he likes it

[dayglovv]

—𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Nanami Kento x Reader (18+)

desc: Nanami’s always been there for you. When he comes back to your shared hotel room battered and bloody, it’s your chance to return the favor.

rating: explicit

wc: 4.1k

warnings: mentions of blood and stitches, afab reader, kiiiiiiind of dubcon on Nanami’s end?

tags: oral (male receiving), handjob, praise

a/n: a belated piece for Nanami’s birthday! based on a conversation my beloved @densecloud​​​ and I had about healing tropes. Leslie 🤝 me a horn knee desire to take care of Nanami <333

     IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING, you’ve always been mildly terrified of Nanami Kento. Which is ridiculous, considering he hasn't done anything heinous to you. Take the morning you journeyed to Jujutsu Tech for your orientation, when you were so excited to get a formal education on sorcery. It was a fresh start; getting away from junior high and all the people who knew you then. No more embarrassing, middle school you. High school you was all about sophistication, class. You were a cool person now. Wait— a cool person. Emphasis on the italics.

Which is hilarious, because the first thing Cool Person #1 did was fall down the fucking stairs on Tokyo’s subway line.

Coffee went everywhere. Your pants tore. And the fact you could feel your heartbeat on your bottom lip told you that you split your skin there.

No one batted an eye at you. You couldn’t tell if that was the best or worst part of falling. It was like you parted the Red Sea that was businessmen and fellow students scurrying through the hallways. But instead of reveling at the marvel you created, you sat there, soaked in coffee. All on the day of your orientation.

You could start to feel tears bubble at the inner corners of your eyes.

No.

There would be no crying this morning.

Cool people don’t cry.

Even with your eyes burning and your nose beginning to drip, you insisted on that mantra. Take a deep breath. Gather your soggy notebooks and put it all back in your backpack. Dab at your chest to make the stain less apparent. And get on the damn train.

You found an empty seat pretty quickly. Normally Tokyo rush hour saw the elderly and people with children take those seats, but maybe your bloodied lip and ripped pants offered you some sort of reprieve. That was the first thing to go right.

The next was—

Well, it was Nanami himself.

While you helplessly pawed at the stain (shit, why did you just have to get a dark roast today?), you suddenly felt the fluorescents above you darken. Your eyes flickered upwards, and there he was.

Tall and blond, with devastatingly sharp cheekbones. He was frowning, his brow furrowed and hazel eyes staring right at your chest.

“You’re going to make it worse.” 

That was your first impression of him: Captain Obvious.

To be fair, though, his first impression of you was probably "moron."

And then Captain Obvious did what he didn’t have to do. He sighed, unraveling the navy scarf from around his neck, and he gave it to you.

“Take it. You need it more than I do.”

Since then, there have been two constants in your chest (and no, one of them isn’t coffee). The first is the usual uneasiness that comes with yourself. General anxiety or the dread that comes with this profession or whatever else you’ve concerned yourself with that day. The second?

Air, light and weightless, any time you see Nanami.

And that terrifies you.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer is such a dangerous job. It’s an unfortunate lesson you both learned so young, with Haibara’s death during your first year together. Even you’ve had your fair share of close encounters. The scars littered throughout your body are evidence enough. 

And nothing makes that more clear than when he comes back to your shared hotel room.

You don’t want to get attached to him. It’s not so much you’re scared of Nanami himself, but… what could happen to him.

Two separate jobs came up in Sapporo. It was a nice coincidence, with your being assigned one and Nanami being assigned another. But with Sapporo’s Yosakoi Soran Festival happening that same weekend, hotel options were limited. Hence, you suggested you share a room together, and Nanami obliged.

To your delight, there was only one bed.

The thought made you giddy. A room? With Nanami? God, it was just like in all the stories you’d read growing up. Maybe there would only be one bed and maybe you would have to… you know… share.

“I’ll sleep on the carpet,” he told you.

Well. There went that.

He’s always so straightforward and stoic. That’s why this moment scares you so much. 

He comes limping into the room, breaths ragged and a hand at his side. He opens the door to the bathroom and pulls out the first aid kit you left in the drawer. This is typical of Nanami. He takes care of things like this by himself. But he fumbles through the kit for too long, staring helplessly as he tries to think of what he needs. He’s breathing so heavily — long and slow — with his hand hovering over the kit like he’s too exhausted to move it anywhere else.

You’re standing at the door frame by this point, too shocked to offer anything, that you feel like a fucking moron when he places the suture thread, needle, and scissors in your palm.

Right.

Of course.

He hurriedly unbuttons his shirt (or as hurriedly as he can; his fingers keep slipping as he tries to take the damn thing off) while you begin loading the needle. Nanami huffs as the shirt falls onto the floor, and now you can see the result of his most recent mission.

It’s a wound from some kind of sharp edge. A knife, sword, naginata — you don’t know, but his jagged skin tells you that it was something unsharpened. By no means is it a clean cut, but it doesn’t look like it was from something dirty. Thank God. Tonight’s your last night in Sapporo together. You can at least take care of him until the flight back tomorrow. Then he's Shoko's responsibility.

He starts to slump over.

“Whoa, hey, easy now.” You place the needle back on top of its case, rushing to catch him. You bring your arm underneath his own and he hisses in response. It takes you a second to register that you just forced the skin from his wound to tug upwards. “Sorry! Sorry. I’m sorry. Let’s get you to the bed.”

“Bloody,” he heaves. “‘S not a d-deep cut but… bloo… dy. Don’t want to s-stain… th’ sheets.”

“Really? That’s what you’re worried about now?” Of course he’d be concerned about that. “It’s fine. I’ll just ask the housekeepers for more. Come on, work with me.”

You’re not sure if he’s getting weaker or if he’s relaxing to your touch, because he suddenly feels heavier. His feet shuffle as you bring him to the bed, desperately trying to move with you as you assist him. You’re careful to squat as you lower him on the mattress, a small attempt to keep from aggravating the wound more, then rush back to the bathroom to retrieve your supplies.

“Okay,” you start. Despite his previous complaint of dirtying the bed, he’s found his spot laying down on the sheets. Shirtless, eyes closed, and brows knitted from the pain. “Take a deep breath.”

Instead of a giant inhale, you hear him hiss again when you place a pad with alcohol onto the wound. 

“I know, I know…” You try to keep your voice calm. Soothing. Because if you’re being honest, you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. “Can I unfasten your belt? I’m going to lower your pants so I can get to the cut better.”

He grunts.

You’ll take that as a yes. You have to bite your lip as you slide his pants just the slightest to reach the wound. Over his pelvis, your skin against his. He stays still, which you assume is a good sign, because you’re trying really damn hard not to pull on the cut again.

“Stay still.” And then you begin. You pierce his skin with the needle and his hand flies to the back of your arm, holding it in some attempt at finding comfort. His breath hitches, then relaxes as you continue.

Christ, is this real? Are you actually here? You always imagined what it would be like to have Nanami shirtless in bed. He’s not much different than what you thought: muscular and chiseled, perfectly illuminated from the lights above. His skin is so smooth and warm, but you imagine it’s from his temperature rising. 

Sheesh. When you thought of “shirtless in bed,” this isn’t quite what you had in mind.

“Remember when we first met?” One stitch down, God knows how many more to go. This is your best attempt at trying to keep him distracted. “And you saw the mess I made on my shirt? I was mortified, by the way.”

He doesn’t respond, but the quick exhale from his nostrils makes your lips tug upwards.

“It’s thanks to you that no one else saw it. Like, can you imagine if Gojo did?”

“N-Never… see the end of i-it.” 

Christ. He must be all sorts of delirious. Nanami playing along with your joke? Unthinkable. Either way, you keep it up. It’s working. 

“Right? Like, ugh, I can just hear all the dumb nicknames he’d come up with.”

You start on his fourth stitch and Nanami winces, his grip tightening on your arm. Okay, maybe not working as well as you thought. But his thumb runs just the slightest along your skin and that alone fills you with enough courage to finish the job. He’s relying on you. He needs you.

You bite your lip again and continue on.

“How… did it ha—ppen…?”

You blink up at him. Nanami’s eyes are still closed and you can feel his muscles tense as you tie up this fourth stitch. He’s trying to keep the conversation going. A distraction. You stop in your tracks and take your hand and—

Is… Is this okay? You don’t know if this is something appropriate to do with your coworker. And sure, you’ve known each other for over a decade, yet… Is this still okay? He’s so no nonsense. But in the end, he’s trusting you and you reason that any sense of professionalism was out the door ages ago.

So you clasp your hand over his — the one on your arm — before continuing. Such a small gesture but something that makes such a big difference. Because when you return to his wound, you notice his muscles have relaxed.

“I fell,” you reply. “I uh, slipped down the stairs. I dunno, there might’ve been some ice or something. But that’s that and then I met you.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you feel his thumb run along your arm again.

“I don’t know if I ever thanked you,” you continue. “I was really embarrassed and honestly, I think it took me two weeks before I could look at you again.”

Nanami’s stomach quivers under your touch. Another laugh? You’re on a roll.

“But um… thank you. Officially. I still have that scarf, by the way. It’s really warm.”

“Really warm”? Wow, great conversation topic.

You shake the thought from your head and tie up your ninth stitch. 

“I’m almost done.” There are only two inches left of the cut. You’re no doctor, but you figure you can wrap this up soon. “Just stay still.”

Nanami doesn’t say anything at this. His chest only moves up and down, gently, doing everything to listen to you. He’s eased himself significantly since you began. No tight grip on your arm, no tense muscles — just here. On the bed. Listening to you ramble about one of the most embarrassing days of your life.

It’s so intimate. And… really fucking uncomfortable. The only things that break the silence are his groans and your hushed apologies. You’re trying to move quickly so that you can minimize his discomfort. But you’re also trying to take your time. You don’t want to mess this up. And you also want to be here with him just a moment longer, be the one person that he trusts.

He jerks suddenly from the pain, and you give him a moment to let it dissipate before continuing. Okay. Stop daydreaming. Distract him again.

“What was your first impression of me?” A beat. And then: “Err- I mean, if you’re up for responding.” He’s so weak under you. You don’t want to force a conversation from him if he doesn’t have the energy for it. 

Despite that, he answers. “C...Cute.”

...

Okay.

Well.

Maybe he’s more delirious than you thought.

You don’t respond, only continue with your work. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to say to that? “Thanks”? Christ, you’re glad he’s so out of it. Your cheeks are on fire right now. He’s already seen your coffee tits; he definitely doesn’t need to see the bright red display your face is putting on. Besides, you don’t want to push it. He’s in such a vulnerable position right now. You’re curious and so flustered at the thought of his returning your affections, but. There’s a time and place. Keep a straight face for him.

“K-Kind,” he continues. You struggle to calm the sudden tremor in your hands as you feel his grip on your arm tighten again. “Den—se. In a good… w-way.”

“There’s a good way to be dense?” You’re trying to play it up for laughs. He’s joking. He has to be.

“Endear...ing.”

Your stomach is doing all sorts of flips.

But with the snap of the suture scissors, you tie the final stitch clean and put this conversation to rest. You want to hear more. Every fiber of your being wants to hear more. But again: time and place.

“I’m finished,” you say. “Get your rest. You need it.”

Yet even as you pull away, even as you start to get up to lock yourself in the bathroom and splash cold water on your face, reminding yourself to get a grip, moron, oh my God— his hand remains on your arm.

“S-Stay. Please...” 

His voice is so, so weak. Hoarse. Just above a whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. But you need to rest.”

Nanami’s hand travels from your arm down your forearm, igniting a wildfire in your stomach. His touch feels so soft, his fingers dragging across your skin in such a gentle way. When they find your hand, he laces his fingers with yours and holds on. His grip stronger than his voice would have implied. Secure. Comfortable.

“Come on now,” you laugh, averting his gaze. You’re still trying to play it off. In spite of that, don’t remove your hand from his. “You’re delirious. Go to sleep.”

“N...Need you. Want y-you.” His palms are sweaty. “S-So kind… So good. Tak—ing care of me. Wa… warm. Soft.” For the first time since he came back to the room, he opens his eyes. Hazel and dark and with every intention apparent, he looks at you. “I w-want you.”

You don’t say anything. You’re not even sure where to begin. So instead, you reach over to readjust the pillows behind him. He’s out of it. Way out of it.

But even you know that’s not the truth.

That’s when Nanami releases his hand from yours, only to run it along your cheekbone. You look down at him and his face is, like always, hard to read. But that intention is still there in his eyes, watching you, staring at everything you do for him.

“‘m being… b-being ho...nest.” He tries to sit up but it’s like a jolt of pain surges through him, because his eyes go wide and he winces. Even still, his hand remains on your face. He lets out a shaky exhale before continuing: “W-Wanted… to be with you. Con—fess tonight. W-W… Want you.”

His runs his thumb along your cheek. Just from his gaze alone, he’s got you in the same stupor he’s in. You can’t snap yourself out of it, even if you wanted to.

“How’re you so… so g-good to me? Alway...s. Never a-ask for any—thing in… return.” He inhales, then parts his lips again. “Need… one more th-thing… f-from you.”

Touch. So strong and tender. He keeps using these words to describe you when he’s the same way. You’ve wanted him to hold you like this for so long and now here he is. Dazed yet honest.

“What’s that?” you ask.

“Kiss me.”

You hesitate for a moment. Would this be okay? You… almost feel like you’re taking advantage of him. But the way he says it, in one sentence — not shaky, not hoarse, clear — is enough to convince you that this is what he wants.

Besides, it might tire him out sooner.

Plus... you want to do it, too.

So you kiss him. You kiss him and kiss him and he keeps his hand on your face, kissing you back with everything that he has. And it’s such a nice feeling; knowing that you can share this with him, to melt into his touch and finally give yourself to him since meeting him all those years ago.

But at the same time, it sucks. To a degree, at least. That he was here this whole time, his breath so hot it makes your lungs inflate. You feel like you’re floating. You had no idea he was like this, adoring and loving behind that calculating face and so fucking warm. 

Christ. This is heaven. It’s so stupid and small and simple but it’s a start to exploring every little part of his body. He’s doing that for you right now, licking your bottom lip, teeth clanking against yours. You didn’t know he could be so needy. So slow at exploring you. Guess there’s a lot you’re learning about him today.

But that all comes to an abrupt stop when he winces again.

You quickly pull away, checking the damage. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Not you,” he whispers. “Just… dammit.” He sighs. “I… want you. W-Want to fuck you. C-Can’t. Will hu—rt.”

Oh. 

Well that’s workable.

“It’s okay. Can… Can I take care of you?”

“Yes.”

That’s all you needed. That same courage from before overcomes you, allowing you to start by unbuttoning his slacks. Then you pull them down with his boxers, just enough to reach his length. He shudders feeling your nails drag against his skin as you lower his pants, and once his dick is in full view, his entire spine goes rigid.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You wrap your hand around the shaft, and. Jesus. It’s much bigger than you anticipated. Thick and warm, with precum glistening from the head. He spreads his legs for you, a wordless consent to let you do whatever you want to him.

So you start by pressing your lips to his stomach. He buckles his hips in response, a soft grunt coming from his throat when he feels your grip tighten on him. "Hm,” is all you say, and you move your hand along with his cock through the motion. Then he freezes, as if to remember that you’re the one in control here. You’ll be the one to take care of him.

Right. Take care of him. You’re going to be gentle and slow and he’s going to be comfortable.

So you start by acknowledging he’s dry. Comfortable handjobs aren’t dry. You spit onto his cock, letting your saliva fall from the tip of the head to the base of his length. Nanami moans in response, and you haven’t even started yet.

He exhales as you run your hand along his length. Your hands are calloused from your own mission earlier, but you like to think it might make it better for him. Add more texture, more ridges to your hand as you jerk him off. Maybe if you tighten your grip more, he’ll—

“A-Ah… Shit. Like th-that.”

Annnd there it is. You keep going, moving your hand up and down his length. You keep your pace constant to where he likes it, watching as his brow unfurrows. It’s the first time you’ve seen him relaxed, you think. It’s… kind of hot. There’s something deep in you that awakens, a pit in your stomach telling you that you’re the only one who can make him feel this way.

You take your free hand, massaging his balls as you work. His breath hitches again, and you see more precum leak from the head of his dick. So needy. You add it to the list of things you’re learning about Nanami today.

Like how he likes the way you hold his cock. Hard. His breath becomes so raggedy as you work your hand up and down his length. Or that his balls are incredibly sensitive. Most men’s are, you’ve learned. But he twitches with every gentle caress you give them. 

So you follow up by placing your tongue there. Nanami twitches again when he feels that plush, velvety part of your mouth against his skin. Another pleased hum comes from your throat, and you run your tongue from enveloping one to the other.

“F-Fuck… So good. F-F-Feels… so good…” 

You keep your grip firm on his shaft, unrelenting as you continue to jerk him off. You work your mouth around his balls, sucking, licking, giving them the attention they’ve needed for so long. His skin swells in your mouth; you can feel him struggling to keep his thighs open as you suck him off.

“Close. So c-close.”

Oh? Already?

You remove your mouth from his balls with a tight pop!, then move to swallow the entirety of his dick in one motion.

And that’s what does it.

He cums. A lot. Right down your throat, his hips buckling again as he grabs onto your hair. For support, to keep you there, you’re not sure — but it makes your head spin nonetheless. He lets out a gasp, breathy and broken, as if it came suddenly and he’s not sure how to take it.

A sudden warmth overcomes your mouth, and you take every bit of himself he gives you. It’s difficult to describe: hot, thick, and so fucking delicious that you’re still not sure how you got him to share this moment with you. It’s amazing. It’s dizzying. It’s him.

You try to take it all in (wouldn’t want to add to the clean up, after all), and that alone makes Nanami shudder even more under you. You clean every part of him clean — his dick, the mess you made with his balls, and any excess you missed. This is your handiwork. You want to savor every part of it.

“Good,” he breathes. “You d-did… good.”

It’s dumb. It’s so dumb and stupid how that one little compliment fills you with so much pride. Your head is running a million thoughts a minute from this situation (How long has he felt this way about you? What did he mean when he said he wanted to confess tonight? Shit, should you have gone slower to make this more enjoyable…?) and his praise manages to silence all of it.

And then Nanami interrupts that. All the dizziness, all the thoughts and feelings scurrying in your stupid head come back as he takes one of your hands again, his fingers lacing between your own. But… they aren’t bad thoughts or feelings or concerns. All you can do is focus on him and how since you realized your feelings for him, you finally have him to yourself. His touch is still clammy, yet you like to think that it’s not from the pain anymore. And even though his eyelids have lowered again, his grasp remains tight, unyielding.

Before you can continue this much further, however, his ragged breaths slow. His chest rises and falls. And he falls asleep.

Another wave of pride washes over you as you realize that after all this, you’re finally helping him get the rest he needs.

Still, there’s something about this power trip that’s making your head buzz. Maybe it’s the fact you reduced such a powerful sorcerer to a moaning mess. You’ve seen first-hand his raw strength, his ability to one-shot cursed spirits with ease. How his sturdy hands grip onto his cleaver. Hm. How would they feel on your hips, fucking you senseless once he comes to...?

You shake your head.

The other source of your head buzzing might because after all these years, you were too dense to see he returned your affections all this time.

Hah.

Dense.

Guess he was right about that one.

But for now, you lift his pants over his pelvis once again. You place a kiss on his forehead, in some small way of recreating what you had just moments before. You finish dressing his wound. Then you take the bed sheets, crisp and feathered, and wrap them around his figure.

In the end, you’d reasoned that maybe Nanami Kento isn’t so terrifying after all.

[wisteriashouse]

ko-fi drabble for @densecloud​

thank you very much for the caffeine! i hope you enjoy this, hehe

“Just a bit more.” Kyoujurou promises, one warm hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you forward carefully, the other pressed over your eyes to take your sense of sight from you. A little amused by his antics but nonetheless still remarkably exhausted from the long work week, you let a tired chuckle, squeezing his forearm lightly in warning.

“This had better be good. I could be at home watching my favourite show with my head in your lap.” You say, and Kyoujurou laughs brightly, a clear sound that rings through the air and has warmth curling over your skin. 

“As much as I would love to have your head in my lap, I have full confidence in tonight.” Your boyfriend assures you, and you feel a firm kiss against your cheek. He sounds confident. The familiar sound of his oxfords against the ground suddenly cut off and you realise that he’s stopped in his tracks, pulling you back against his chest. “Ready to be blown away?” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear.

You pause, suddenly hesitant. Exactly what sort of surprise does he have planned? “Wait, Kyoujurou-”

His hand falls away, and you blink once, twice for your eyes to adjust. Your mouth falls open in shock, heart stumbling a beat in your chest.

“Kyoujurou, you-”

“Surprise.” Kyoujurou whispers in your ear, sounding unmistakably pleased with your reaction. Whirling around, you see him standing before you in a nicely pressed suit and tie, a full bouquet of champagne roses that he’s pulled out of nowhere in his hand. Above the two of you the stars twinkle, luminous diamonds scattered across the night sky, and around you scented candles are lit around a single dining table with two chairs, but the smile of the man standing before you shines brighter than them all. “Do you like it-”

His words are cut off when you rush forward to throw yourself into his arms, all your exhaustion forgotten. Laughing, Kyoujurou navigates the bouquet out of the way before you can crush them against his chest, before his arms wrap around you and secure you in a comforting embrace.

“Thank you, Kyoujurou.” You mumble into the fabric of his shirt, and he hums, pleased, and plants a kiss on top of your head.

“Anything for you, my love.”

[syedarqam]

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. ~ Louisa May Alcott . . . . . . . . . . . #nofilters #sail #ship #storm #QOTD #blackfriars #bridge #weather #denseclouds #london #thisislondon #vscocam #vscolondon #vscouk #vscopk #etribune #dawndotcom #igers #potd #photography #instagram #etfoodandtravel (at Blackfriars Bridge)

[alchemisland]

Indecisive Patriarchs (Yesah Noah)

Standing at the gates, a Lamassu

Second rate your llama zoo

Te llamo who?

The ark the ark upon the waves, below the graveless dead unsaved and unsavoury

Doubt is a slavery, that God didn’t make me, doubt daily rapes me

The voice guiding this vessel perilous, this violent earth; the sons of Pelias

Dripping, Noah upon the deck whose nakedness is as a gorgon’s mock

Waves knock her clinkered sides, withershins the many miles out here are noughts

The troubled lineage is severed from the healthy seed as if by glaive heaven wielded and welded

The saved, he says, will erect a shrine where the lance of the first new sun shines

Below deck the children of nations, the nations of children, the notions of children, casting coloured stones to divine

The Will of one who is this Will in mind, this Will of mine, will mine

Amount to anything or sink like the rest, bubbles at other end despite trying level best.

First frost the glass loud grass of term’s final class, stripped trees crass 

First frost no sign of Nixon; Nick busy with nixers, his son’s new Nikon acquired

Footfalls the Christmas Father’s arrival; sliding slates that Nick’s on

Tinsel from a Cornish mine guarding branches like an aggravated serpent

Money lent is money spent, bidden guided arghoslent

All lights and dazzle and illusion of overeffulgence, angel topped the baubles on

Babylong ting the cold cuts still years away from serving time

My vengeance a henge’s patience strengthening below the lights 

How he makes bank – growsmaryJ and grime, alchemy infinite dimes

The drank distilled the field is tilled the low stone chair where Corn Kings are killed

Brine in great store the abating storm the form of land from denseclouds born

Hark hark the height of land, hard by here the Isle of Sharks.

Couch of cudchew NPCs, clapping festive idents on BBC

Could you fill an empty seat with all the things they do not see

With plastic guns I BB see but the Old Bill seek APB

John Lewis advert is your year’s emotional highpoint

Stand the one named Spartacus but only I point

Mystical blood thrilling from a wound, the legionnaire’s enchanted spearpoint

Waves at seapoint inviting gooseflesh on Christmas morning, homefires warming

Cold bird in cooling vat, eating bird in nearby flat, bold cloud hues warning

Unmask wolves before counting sheep, wolf wakes when farmer sleeps.

[costellos]

toyaaaa bb! 🤍 here’s the artwork that made me all hot and bothered eeeeewaaaaughhhhhhhhh — https://twitter.com/muta_agaki/status/1338502599528521730?s=20

he seemed like that quiet guy in the corner of the class that nobody really noticed, maybe one or two girls thought he looked kinda decent but never brought it up? then when he came back to tokyo-tech with his gucci a$$ outfit he made people shocked but in a good way like DAMN his glow up 😳😳😳😳😳 I’m looking very hard😳😳😳😳😳😳

😭 this man is beautiful

YELLS!!! 

Leslie on the good stuff..... jesus christ thank u I’m not spacing out about what you said at work rn nope. 

I feel like Nanami would’ve been that student that had a pretty face, but his standoffish attitude made him difficult to approach. like... can you imagine catching his glance for a second. and you think to yourself “wow, he’s actually really handsome.” such strinkingly blue eyes; cold sure, but pretty nonetheless.

part of you wants to strike up a conversation, maybe be his friend. you’re not as brave as Yu or Gojo, though, so you’ll opt to be a fellow classmate in the meantime.

and then he comes back to Tokyo Tech. everything has changed about him, but also nothing at all. he’s much more confident now. hair out of his face, stride so much more open. he takes pride in his appearance with his, quote, gucci a$$ suit. all this, combined with his matured features, makes him so much more handsome.

he’s just as standoffish, though. brief and straightforward, with that cutting tone that still makes you wince.

you catch his glance again, and you notice that his eyes are still blue, but something about them seems shallow. they’re not as bright as they used to be. he’s tired, and despite how put together he is, there’s a part of him that feels incomplete. he’s looking for something. you can tell. happiness, a purpose, money -- you don’t know. but you’re dying to find out. 

maybe you could help him. 

maybe, if he’ll let you, you could be the friend you wanted to be for him then.

[costellos]

helloo!!! thank you for all the good jjk food especially the nanami ones;; i personally can't use my brain juices enough to imagine fluffy nanami hcs but yours just hit the spot (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) love your work so much!!!

hhhh thank you so much!! I’m glad u like them! Nanami’s appearance has been so sparse in the anime lately.... I do what I can to feed the masses :3c

and I definitely feel u, fluff is a surprisingly difficult genre to tackle. lmk if you need any help friend, I’d love to run through some ideas w you! we can churn out that brain juice together 🧠

[so-mordor-itis]

Thank you for writing the fics you do, and always remember you're appreciated <3

@amatxs , @zhonglis-empty-wallet , @phen0l , @demondwellersword , @densecloud , @edenxwrites , @sierrascribbles , @dulcesiabits , @wangshengs , @yinses , @zombriekid , @xiaowhore , @hold-your-applause , @universal-imagines , @favoniuscodex , @ghoularaki , @goddamnitdazai , @finalfantasyxivwritings , @ddarker-dreams , @love-toxin , @lovelorn-thots , @heich0e , @dango-milk , @paperbagpetrichor , @luvleekaotix-imagines , @luveline , @masterofmunson , @ghosttownwherenoonegoes , @moonlit-xio , @me-gongoga , @inaflashimagine , @revasserium , @rqnvindr , @vennilavee , @milky-fixx , @flamingo-writes , @abbacchiosbelt , @j0succ , @quirkfics , @milkscafe , @mintmatcha , @eddiesquinn , @munsons-maiden , @whirlybirbs , @windblooms , @halcyon-writings , @hawnks , @strawberrybrainrot , @nyxdelanuit , @wyvernne

[costellos]

Got any blogs you recommend?

OH BOY DO I. before I begin, though, I know I have quite a few minors following me on this blog. I ask that you please respect these writers’ boundaries if they specifically state they’re 18+! it’s an uncomfortable situation for everyone involved, and by interacting with their blog, you’re violating the terms of their consent. I’ve included quite a few sfw blogs for you to look at, so by all means -- look all you like!

@densecloud | multi-fandom 

favorite piece: what else can I do, except adore you? | ryomen sukuna (jjk)

BOY OH BOY. I love Leslie and literally everything she puts out there!!! she tends to focus on fluff and domestic pieces. and I know this is a given with these genres, but everything she writes is soooo comforting. not in a traditional sense, though. like if I had to describe it, her work reminds me of falling snow, a rainy day, or waking up at 3AM and being completely at peace. I think her piece “Chrysalism” exemplifies that best. there’s just something so serene about her craft that’s so unique from most other fluff-oriented authors. 

please go give her work some love!!! Leslie is still relatively new to the tumblr writing scene and she deserves so much more attention on her work. (also she’s like. the funniest damn person I’ve had the honor of interacting on here. pls read her tags.)

@j0succ | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: a well-rounded education | multiple (jjk)

Nat has SUCH a playful style and I can’t even begin to elaborate how much I love it. you can see this best with their “A Well-Rounded Education” series, especially in Nanami’s chapter! like everything in this chapter is just so fun, from the way they describe Nanami himself to how they highlight Gojo’s lightheartedness vs the Reader’s seriousness as teachers. plus! the tension in their stories!! so much sexual tension!!! Nat does a PHENOMENAL job at building up sexc scenes and I am so envious of their skill.

they’re also just a super open person. v non-judgmental on like literally everything. their blog has a lot of content on chubby!Reader, so check ‘em if that’s something you’re looking for!

@ddarker-dreams | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: scarlet ribbons | bucci gang (jjba)

okay so Lock is most known for her horror content, but I feel like her fluff isn’t recognized enough. I am in LOVE with her Scarlet Ribbons series. each chapter makes me feel so warm. I also feel like she doesn’t get enough credit for her timing? like, there have been instances where I’ve literally laughed out loud to her pieces with Mista. ofc that comes to play in her horror content too, but she’s just a really funny person as a whole and I feel like that should be recognized.

overall - you know how you can tell when someone is smiling when they’re on the phone with you? that’s the kind of vibe I get when I read her work. Lock puts her everything into her craft, which is incredible considering she’s a full-time student!

@dear-yandere​ | multi-fandom

favorite piece: almost god | dio brando (jjba)

you’ve probably heard of Vanya if you’ve been on the tumblr fanfiction scene for a while! and for a good reason too -- her work is otherworldly. my jaw literally dropped reading her “Almost God” piece. she has this crazy ability to get into a character’s psyche and write it in such an insightful way. like. my pea brain can’t wrap my head around it; just check out “Almost God” to get my point.

Vanya’s also a huge advocate for recognizing and protecting content creators’ work on this platform. she’s a godsend, I love her and her ruthlessness, but she’s also incredibly kind and I have sosososo much respect for her!

@storiesthatneedtobewritten​ | multi-fandom

favorite piece: pining | ryuji sakamoto (p5)

Emmy!!! my love. Emmy is a literal machine, she’s amazing at coming up with such fun headcanons on the fly. hence, she’s always interacting with her followers! she plays so many ask games and it’s always a blast bouncing off of her and her big brain. her blog is different form these in that she focuses more on short n’ sweet content, and if you’re looking for that kind of stuff, look no further!!

also? also. Emmy is literally one of the kindest and most patient people I’ve met on here. her blog makes me feel like I’m in a swanky cafe / library, and she’s the barista giving me personalized content.

@bigwriterenergy​ | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: kissing as a distraction | bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, guido mista (jjba)

fun fact, Goose’s writing is what actually motivated me to make this blog! they have SUCH a strong grasp on literally every character they write about. like, their headcanons tend to fair on the shorter side, and they make the most out of literally every word they lay out. I try to emulate that in my own work, so I take a lot of inspiration from them!

Goose is also in the midst of shifting to multi-fandom; be sure you support them as they do so!! it’s tough engaging a new audience and they deserve every damn person on this platform to read their work.

@moonbeamwritings​ | multi-fandom

favorite piece: realizations series | multiple (jjba, hq!!)

Maeve is an INCREDIBLE fluff writer, oh my GOD. she absolutely nails the pining part of relationships in her “Realizations” series. it’s bananas how well she can exemplify that shift from “haha we’re just 2 besties” to “oh lord I think I’m in love with his moron” and how those characters settle into those emotions. hence, she excels in writing actions and inner thoughts. it’s something I struggle with and she makes it look so easy!

Maeve is another writer who’s shifting to multi-fandom -- please go support her! she’s settling into Haikyuu!! as we speak, so if you’re interested in tender volleyball content, check her out.

@violettelueur | jjk

favorite piece: s/o with eczema | itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro

literally the Jujutsu Kaisen content queen herself. it’s unlikely you haven’t seen her pop up in the tags if you’re in this fandom, but my god does she deserve it. Violettelueur is another fluff writer who puts so much effort to make everyone feel included on her blog. like... my favorite piece, the “s/o with eczema” one, is such a niche topic (where my dry skin girls at make some noise!!!!) and yet. she tackled it nonetheless. I’m amazed with how much effort she puts into literally everything she writes, because good lord do I wish I had the drive she does.

Vio is currently taking a break from writing, but I highly recommend chilling out and having coffee with her (ie checking out her blog)! there’s a ton to content to skim through while you relax.

[wisteriashouse]

hi wys! Recently I’ve been coming back to the KNY fandom and I was wondering if you could recommend some accounts for me to follow with good writing? I happened to discovered yours and it’s a huge blessing 🥺 sfw or nsfw is fine!

ooh im glad you enjoy my blog :D 💓💓💓 i dont really follow a lot of kny writers since ive been pretty busy lately 😭 but here are a few that i really like!!

@phen0l (currently on writing hiatus 😭) @redgokus (also on hiatus) @densecloud and @namodawrites!!

[so-mordor-itis]

Prompts that probably no one needed part 2

1. War gives pain; so does love.

2. Salt from the sea.

3. Crying isn't useless.

4. A kiss of life and death.

5. Something from nothing.

6. A phrase someone once said.

7. The closest thing to magic.

8. Past tense.

9. Hate: a peculiar thing.

10. An important piece.

11. Falling asleep (falling in love).

12. A slip of the tongue--a fortune accident.

13. Ghosts can whisper.

14. Silence says more than words ever could.

15. Peering into one's soul.

16. Words gnawing over the heart, begging and pleading it to listen.

17. Distracted, consumed.

18. These invisible chains; latched onto the subconscious.

19. A slippery heart.

20. Seeing rare colors.

Tagging mutuals who might be interested: @phen0l , @yearning-moon , @the-canary , @look-at-all-these-imagines , @vani-ya , @josuke8 , @universal-imagines , @fugufishie , @densecloud , @thoti-thots , @lemonlice