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[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

[blondebxt]

I have timsteph brain rot, but specifically timsteph shitpost brain rot

[sarcasmprodigy]

Girl named Rylie.

[osarina]

OKAY i know i said no more until my birthday but @imsofrancey opened commissions and their dazai is simply my favorite ever 🙈 so i simply HAD to jump on it. they were so kind and so quick. genuinely it was such a pleasure commissioning them and i hope to again one day but i am not to order any more commissions until my birthday 🤞 i must be held to it.

[ryliehazefeedee]

I need to be fed

[oppasims]

Rylie Frankie Collins

22 y/o female. major feminist whose only desire in life is to eat, sleep and play her nintendo switch.

[hersterical]

How often do you guys think Buffy has had dreams about Faith that Buffy assumes are slayer vision type dreams but are actually just normal dreams?

Buffy waking up suddenly from a dream about her and Faith making out in a graveyard: Weird that there wasn’t any kind of vague and cryptic messages in that one. Wonder what the powers that be could possibly be trying to tell me? I better replay that dream over and over again in my mind so I can make sure I can remember every detail. To avert whatever new apocalypse the dream was trying to warn me about of course

Faith has probably given up trying to tell the difference between the slayer visions and her normal dreams about Buffy

[rottenyeen]

Confession time, little me had the fattest crush on her

[melsts3cc]

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[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[osaemu]

another one for you ☺️

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

[sexret-place-ad]

Austyn Ryli

[marvel-rhapsody]

Watching Airplanes | Jake Seresin x reader

Watching Airplanes | Jake Seresin x gn!reader

Word Count: 900+

CW: use of the word "beautiful" to describe reader, unedited

Based on the song Watching Airplanes by Gary Allan

✈️❤️✈️❤️✈️❤️✈️❤️✈️❤️✈️❤️✈️

~Sitting out here on the hood of this truck, looking up. At a caramel colored sunset sky. Checking my watch, doing the math in my head. Counting back words from when you said, "Goodbye". Well those runway lights are getting brighter.~

Graduation was just a couple months ago. High school was over, and now your entire lives are ahead of you. You and Jake were the perfect couple. That was until he decided that he wanted to join the Naval academy instead of college like the two of you had planned. He broke the news to you a week ago, and now you're leaving for school, states away from Texas. 

Jake parked his truck in private property. He watches as planes land and take off, all while sitting on the warm hood of his pick-up. 

Jake thinks back at the conversation before you left for the airport. The hurt in your voice, the look in your eyes.

"I want to do this... I feel like it's what right for me, baby," he had said to you. "I thought you would be the one person to support me on this." 

"But what about OUR plans, Jake? We wanted to do this together." you felt selfish while saying the words, but your emotion were getting the best of you. You love him, and he's leaving for the Navy. "We have so much planned, Jake. The rest of our lives together. I just wished you had told me sooner."

"We can still do all those things. We're young, baby, we have all the time in the world. Don't act like everything we planned for is ruined. We're just getting started."

He watches as a plane taxis away from the airport. The runway starts to glow brighter. 

~I'm just sitting out here, watching airplanes take off, and fly. Trying to figure out which one you might be on, and why you don't love me anymore. Right now I'm sitting out here, watching airplanes. 

The planes speed grows as it gets closer and closer to the end of the runway. Jakes wonders if it's the one you're on. Which seat you're sitting in; which song you have playing through your headphones. Or maybe you have a book open, or maybe you're just watching the world move through your possible window seat.~

He thinks about if that was the end of your relationship. Was that the final straw? Was he supposed to just move on and forget about you? Did you even love him anymore? 

His thoughts are over taken by the sound of the wind pushed towards him by the plane. 

~I would've lied, could've cried, should've tried harder. Done anything to make you stay. I wonder what you'd do if you looked out your window. Saw me running down the runway, just like I was crazy. That fence is too high, so am I.~

Jake sits for a while longer, watching more planes go in and out of the airport lights. He thinks about you; your looks, your scent, your laugh, your sobs as you walked away from him a few, short hours ago. 

He thought about driving after the plane. Following it until his truck ran out of gas, or until the clouds hid it from sight. 

What would you do if he showed up to your dorm room? Would you welcome him back, or would you just push him away? Would you wrap your arms around him or just say the tables have finally turned? 

~I'm just sitting out here watching airplanes, take off and fly. Trying to figure out which one you might be on, and why you don't love me anymore. By now I know you're thirty thousand feet above me, but a million miles away. By now, I know I outta act like you don't love me.~

After what feels like hours, Jake finally slides of the hood of his truck, and watching as another plane takes off. The door slams shut and the tears finally fall down his face. His sobs wrack through his body, and he can't quite control the shaking as he lets his emotions take over. He knows that you'll forget about him, that eventually, you'll stop loving him. 

A few months later, Jake sends you a letter from the Academy. He doesn't know if you'll read it, but he wants to let you know that he thinks about you all the time. And that you're the only thing getting him through his training. 

When he got to the Academy, he had finally decided that he wanted to be an aviator. Watching all those planes that night made him realize that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to feel free why flying through the sky, wanted to see the ground from miles above. 

He explains everything to you. How he'll always love you, even if you don't love him anymore. He thought that you would always be the one that got away. 

Years later, when he gets called to Top Gun for a special mission, he hears his name being called from the bar of the Hard Deck. 

He almost doesn't recognize your voice. You've grown up, and have become even more beautiful than he could've imagined. 

Maybe this was his second chance. Maybe he could finally get you back. You still have the rest of your lives ahead of you. A few years apart could never change that. Not when you've still loved him after all this time. 

[oppasims]

fun fact: survives off poptarts and almond milk

[yankstrash]

will was never one for jealousy

he rarely got jealous, and on the rare occasion that he did get jealous he never showed it

he was very confident in himself and in his relationship, there was no reason to be jealous

except maybe when his girlfriend was working on a project.. with another boy

rylie told will she would meet him outside conte after practice

when 10 minutes passed after practice ended and there was still no sight of her, will went to the one place she was usually at

the art studio

and there she was

head buried in her art

and a male figure sitting next to her

rylie began to say something to the boy, but paused when she caught sight of her boyfriend

"hey" she said as she turned herself slightly so she was facing will

"hey" will said as he walked into the room "i thought we were meeting after practice"

he spoke softly as he approached his girlfriend

he put a gentle hand on her back as he dipped his head down and placed a kiss on her head

"shit.." rylie closed her eyes as she realized "i'm sorry, it totally slipped my mind. we were trying to get some work done before this weekend" she said as she looked at the boy sitting next to her

will eyed the boy for a few moments, letting his eyes linger before looking back at his girlfriend

the boy noticed wills gaze, and knew what to say to fill the silence

"i'm gonna head out.." he said as he gathered his stuff

he smiled as he stood up, "see you tomorrow, ry"

will gave him another look at his use of her nickname

rylie returned the smile and waved as he walked out

will took the now empty seat next to rylie

"friend of yours?" he asked in a nonchalant tone

"yeah, that's owen. we've had a few classes together this year"

will nods at her words

"so you have a partner project?"

"she gave us the option to work alone or with someone and there was just no way i was doing this all myself, so.. we decided to work together"

"nice, nice.." he says as he looks down, taking one of her hands and fiddling with her fingers

a small smile played on rylies lips

will notices the smile as he lifts his head

"what?" he asks

"hmm?"

"what? you're smiling"

rylie shrugs, "nothing, nothing."

"ry.."

her smile grows a bit

"jealous." she says barely above a whisper

will blinks a few times, trying to hide his own smile

"hm?"

"jealous." she repeats herself

"no."

"yes."

"no. i'm not."

rylie giggles as she stands up before planting herself in wills lap, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck

"you know you have no reason to be jealous, right?"

"i know, i'm not."

"mhm. it's okay babe, you can admit it."

will shakes his head, releasing a sigh as he can't even hide his feelings

rylie laughs as she notices his flustered state

"don't worry," she says as she puts a hand on the back of his neck and moves his head towards hers to give him a kiss "you'll always be my favorite project partner, smitty."

will smiles against her lips

"oh i better be. promise?"

"i promise."

she kisses him again

and again

and again

until suddenly will stands a bit with rylie still in his lap and sets her down on the table, standing between her legs as he moves his lips to her neck

"will.." she can barely get out

"hmm?"

"we cannot do this here."

"yes we can. who says we can't?"

"will-"

all movements are stopped when there's a voice from the door

"u-UH SORRY SORRY"

it's owen

"i-uh.. forgot my.. my notebook" he stutters at the sight he just walked in on

he speed walks to the table that rylie is now sitting on with her boyfriends hands on her thighs and grabs his notebook fast

rylie can't even look at him as he's grabbing his stuff

and will is just smirking to himself

"s-sorry" owen stutters again before rushing out of the room

rylies cheeks are bright red as she puts her head in her hands

"that. that is why we cannot do this here." she says

will chuckles, rubbing her thigh

"no, that is exactly why we can do this in here."

[sugarl1n]

why dis 🍭 look so mad 😭😭😭

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