#s.k.

[shinuko]

promise ring

#: tattoo artist boyfriend!geto, fluff, gn!reader, implied college au, gojo cameo wc: 1.4k tw/cw: unusally suggestive (my brain was in the gutter…), the f word (f*ck, a couple times), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart)

“ya like it up there?” geto chuckles, setting his book down above his head. he’s lying on his back, using his hands as a pillow, as he watches you. your legs are straddling his waist and you’re tracing the tattoos that decorate his chest. you hum, curling your fingers to scratch softly at his skin. “mm…” he groans, “mercy, baby, they’re healed but still a little… mmh… tender...”

“yeah?” you tease, letting your fingers slide lower down his abdomen, “then what about here?” you’re inching closer to his waistband when he flips you over, caging you underneath him, his hand pulling you close from the small of your back. his gaze drops to your lips and he licks his hungrily. 

“fuck around and find out,” he grins, “you fucked around, so now you get to find out.” you didn’t get a chance to retort as geto quickly closes the space between you, trapping your mouth with his and hands wandering every part of your body. he’s lifting your shirt, the tantalizing skin of your stomach peeking through, and trails kisses down from your jaw to your neck, collarbone, and then chest, looking up at you before continuing any further. “this okay, sweetheart?” he presses a kiss against your stomach, “do you want me to stop?”

your fingers find his hair, keeping his head in place, and you arch your back, chasing the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin again. “no,” you breathe, “keep going.” too caught up in the pleasure rippling across your body, you don’t register the sound of the door unlocking.

“what the fuck- suguru, why didn’t you- ohhh, i see… nevermind! carry on!” gojo quickly turns on his heel and walks out, the door slamming shut behind him. geto lets his head fall into the crook of your shoulder, sighing when you leave a few comforting strokes on his hair, before heaving himself up to retrieve his roommate. after he leaves, you sit up, fixing yourself, and bring your knees up to your chest, waiting for their return. 

“honestly, satoru, why do you have a phone if you don’t even use it?” you hear geto grumble as he unlocks the door. 

“i’m sorry! i just didn’t see it! hey y/n.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever… sorry ‘bout that, baby,” he says, sitting down beside you, “looks like we got ourselves a guest.” he glares pointedly at gojo, who crosses his arms in response and sticks out his tongue at geto. 

“this ‘guest’ also happens to pay half of the rent here, you know,” gojo huffs, muttering, “i should’ve stayed in the library longer…”

“yes you should’ve, why didn’t you?” 

“because i was getting hungry and tired,” he shoots back, “anyways, let’s get takeout. what would you like to eat, y/n?” 

“oh, uh, how about sushi?”

“i want ramen.”

gojo hums, “okay, sushi it is. sprite okay with you, y/n?” tapping away at his phone, gojo quickly finishes putting in the order and rises from his spot on the couch. “i ordered it, and it's gonna be 30 minutes. please keep the noise to a minimum… i’m gonna take a nap, wake me up when it’s here.”

geto scoffs, rolling his eyes, as you laugh. the door closes behind gojo with a soft click. geto pulls out his ipad, opening the application he uses to sketch tattoo designs. you lean your head on his shoulder, peeking at the screen, and look at his drawings—this one looks to be a spine tattoo.

“is that for you?”

geto sighs, “for a client. he wanted something symbolic, has something to do with his girlfriend or something like that…”

you notice the wrinkles forming from his furrowed brows, “hm... so, what are you thinking about?”

“...tattoos based on relationships are dangerous,” he murmurs, adding more lines to his design, “and if things go wrong, it gets very difficult. i don’t understand why they would do that to themselves. don’t you think it’s stupid?.”

“i think it’s pretty sweet actually,” you say, “you’re making that conscious decision even while knowing the consequences. pretty telling about their determination and loyalty, don’t you think?”

geto hums, still touching up the design, “...if you say so, baby.”

—

“feel free to talk about something. it might help with the pain.” geto smiles sympathetically at the man lying down in the chair. 

“what… would i even talk about?” the man asks through gritted teeth. 

geto wipes away at the excess ink, examining his work, “what about why you’re getting this tattoo? you said it had something to do with your girlfriend?”

some of the pain seems to disappear from his face, and a shy smile stretches across his lips: he’s obviously lost in thought about his girlfriend. “it’s a reference to one of those k-dramas that she’s been watching lately. before we got serious, we were watching this one called ‘guardian’ something… the title is too long for me to remember,” he chuckles, “but the flower the guy gives the girl—buckwheat flowers—it means ‘lover,’ and it got me thinking about my relationship with her. and it just hit me, like, it’s her. i want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“buckwheat flowers…” geto murmurs softly, “they mean ‘lover,’ you say?”

“yeah. at least according to the drama they do. didn’t really google it to check. and so that’s why i wanted to get that bouquet tattooed on me. it also has her favorite actor, so naturally she really loves the show too.”

“i see…” geto stops working on the tattoo completely, “i know i already asked you this before we started, but are you really sure about this tattoo? what if… things go wrong? it’s not too late, i could improvise the design right now and get you something that you might be happier with in the long run.” 

the man blinks, “no, but i understand your concern. it must be frustrating to spend hours on tattoos only for it to become meaningless the next day…” geto stays silent, staring at the quarter-finished tattoo, so the man continues, “i love her, and i’m choosing her. you know that ring ceremony thing that those engineer people have? how the ring is supposed to remind the engineer of their obligation or something like that? i want the tattoo to be like that. i want it to remind her that i’m choosing her and that i’m promising her my forever, and i want to remind myself that she’s who i want and that the thing we’ve built together is worth it for me.”

“i… never thought of it like that,” geto admits, picking the pen back up and preparing to start work again, “should i continue?”

“...how about a 5 minute break?” the man asks, tone hopeful, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead.

geto laughs, “you got it.”

—

“hey, what’s this?” you grab at geto’s hand, peering at his latest tattoo, “a line?”

“a band,” he corrects, “got a little bored at the shop today, so i just did it.”

you look up at him quizzically and he shrugs. it was a simple black stripe that went around his ring finger. flipping over his hand, his palm facing you, you continue to study the tattoo, when your eyes widen at your newest discovery. “suguru…” your voice comes barely above a whisper, and a hand comes up to cover your mouth, “my initials?”

geto glances away, cheeks flushing, as he scratches at the back of his head sheepishly, “yeah, i uh… yeah.” 

“weren’t you the one who said that people who tattoo something of their partner’s are a different level of idiotic?” you say,  quirking an eyebrow and a playful smile curling the corner of your mouth. 

geto hid his face in his other hand, “don’t remind me...”

you thumb the tattoo thoughtfully, “were you thinking about me?”

“i’m always thinking about you.”

you smile at that, meeting his steady eyes, “when you did it, i mean.”

“i don’t think that changes my answer,” geto says, raising an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

you pretend to glare at him, straightening up and crossing your arms over your chest. “...just shut up and kiss me already,” you tell him, and he obliges immediately, pulling you in close and kissing your lips sweetly. coaxing your mouth open, he turns his head to deepen the kiss. he presses his forehead against yours when he pulls away, your lips parted still as you catch your breath.

“my forever,” he tells you, voice barely audible, but you can still hear him clear as day, “it’s yours.”

you smile, “i know.”

he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close, and rests his head on your shoulder, “and your forever is mine.”

“it is.”

koi's notes: okay but did they get the sushi though??? 🧐🧐 anyways dedicated to @omgeto and a huge thank you to emp and mothe (@planetxiao) because i love and appreciate y'all so very much

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Philip Guston (1913-80) Mirror - To S.K., 1960

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there may be fairies, there may be elves, but god helps those who help themselves

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Gülşen’in çorap boyuna karışmaya çalışan belediye çalışanına çocuk istismarından soruşturma

Gülşen’in çorap boyuna karışmaya çalışan belediye çalışanına çocuk istismarından soruşturma

Şarkıcı Gülşen’e “Çorabını çek, başkan geliyor” diyen AKP’li Ordu Büyükşehir Belediyesi Tören ve Organizasyon Müdürü S.K. hakkında  14 yaşındaki kız çocuğuna hakaret ve tacizden soruşturma açıldığı öğrenildi. Birgün��den Onur Durmuş imzalı habere, 14 yaşındaki çocuğun ailesinin şikâyeti üzerine 21 Eylül 2022’de Altınordu Emniyet Müdürlüğü’nde S.K.’nin ifadesi alındı. Olayla ilgili soruşturmanın…

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⑇ warmth . . . !

summary . . . leon being sub (no plot)

you/your prns for reader

content warnings . . . sub/bottom!leon x dom/top!reader, reader is fem!body !!! no use of y/n / [NAME], (light) bondage? on leon, piv, unprotected sex, leon gets called a good boy once and baby twice, one curse word at the end, bad and short

a/n . . . hey guys... how are you guys lol. sorry for not posting, anyways here is a post that I'm finally posting. you can imagine re2/4 leon idk. lowercase intended

wc , 0.4k

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you laughed at leon's eagerness. he bucked his hips upwards. "please! i need you.." he manged to spill those words out of his mouth. his hands were tied up so he couldn't touch himself.

leon looked at your emotionless eyes. his eyes being filled lust. you sighed, crossing your arms. "you need me?" he proceeded to nod. "do you deserve it, hmm?" leon whimpered as you started stroke his dick.

"maybe you do deserve it, working so hard." leon couldn't contain his moans, he has been waiting for your touch for a long while and now that he has it, he doesn't know what to do.

"So good...!!" he was a mess inside, trying really hard not to express it, but he couldn't hold it.

you continued to stroke him, teasing his slit aswell. "I need you... please." you laughed at him. "do you, baby?" he replied admittedly with a yes. you tilted your head to the side. you stood up in order to remove your pants and undergarment, slowly just to tease him. leon was impatient, he wished his hands weren't tied. once you were done removing your clothing, you got onto his lap.

placing a hand around his cock, you aligned your hole and his dick. you looked at him for his approval. "please!!!" he basically moaned out, clearly waiting for your warmth. you let a silent laugh and went down. both of you let out a moan from the sudden contact.

you stayed still for a moment to get use to the stretch. once you were ready, you moved without a warning. leon bucked his hips up and down, trying his hardest not to cum right there. "you okay, baby?" leon nodded, he continued to suppress his moans. you continued to move upwards then slam down again and again. leon couldn't handle it anymore.

"i'm gonna cum~! please let me!" he moaned out with a hint of a voice crack. "not yet, okay? be a good boy.." you proceeded to repeat the same movement as before. the room was filled with slightly noticeable noises of skin clapping and very loud moans. both of you were at your climax.

"please need to cum-"

"you can! fuck- now!"

you said, at the verge of reaching your limit. "so good- doing so good!" you both came at the same time. you two stood still as your high ended. leon grunted as you got after a while. "one more round?"

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[shinuko]

love to die for (愛してる)

#: established relationship (nanami kento x gn!reader), death, set in jjk-verse but diverges from canon a little bit, pov shift (his to yours), large chunks of italicized text = flashback (intentional use between switching from present and past tense), inspired by the story of a pet cat who hid away from their owner when they knew they were about to pass away tw/cw: death (not described), angst wc: 2.4k

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Hello, my love. I have 

No. He crumples the piece of paper, tossing it behind him.

Darling, are you doing well? I just wanted

That isn’t right either. Another toss. He winces, hissing as he eases his arm back into a more bearable position. His shirt is hanging loose on his skin, but even then he still felt claustrophobic. The pain was searing. Taking his glasses off, he sets them down and pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. He startles, hearing you shift under the covers, kicking them off, as you mutter his name in your sleep. Smiling softly, he watches as your hand reaches out to his side of the bed, searching for him. When your furrowed brows crease the skin of your forehead, he places his hand on top of yours and you relax, snuggling into it and burrowing in its warmth. He aches now from a different pain, his other hand rubbing subconsciously at his shirt, trying to rid of the clawing feeling in his chest.

Your breathing becomes regular again, steady, a look of peace gracing your features. Carefully sliding his hand out from under you, he returns to the desk and turns off the lamp, before climbing into bed. He pulls the covers over you and wraps his arms around your waist, legs tangling with yours. He buries his nose into the curve of your neck, pulling back slightly when you whine and allowing you to turn onto your back. Your arms find their spot around his shoulders, pulling his head to your chest, and he relaxes, closing his eyes and holding you tighter. 

He still has time.

“Kento, look!” You pulled at his arm, tugging him to look at the stationery with you, “Isn’t this so cute?”

The stationary shop was nearby and you were drawn in on the way home. Gushing, you hurried inside, Nanami following close behind. As you looked at the other items with stars in your eyes, Nanami smiled.

“Should I buy it for you?” He picked it up to inspect it. Though packaged in a thin plastic bag, the textured paper was still visible. Along with the cute minimalistic doodles of animals and plants, it was no wonder you were so attracted to them.

You sighed, pouting, “No, it’s okay. I think it’ll just collect dust because I’d be too afraid to use it.” Your lingering gaze told him otherwise.

He chuckled, “I’ll buy it for myself then.”

“Huh? What would you use it for?” Your fingers were intertwined with his now, and you looked  at him quizzically. 

Nanami looked to the side, trying to find the words to say this. “Hm… maybe we can write little notes to each other. It’ll give us strength when we’re feeling down, don’t you think?”

You ooh-ed, turning your attention to the selection of stickers, feeling inspired, “Then, let’s get stickers too!”

“Okay,” he smiled, “How about these?”

After wandering around the store for a little while longer, you seemed content with the items in your hand. Nanami offered a small basket to hold them in and you obliged gratefully. Standing in line to checkout, he laughed as you clung to his arm but couldn’t stop your eyes from looking around again, head turning in angles he didn’t know was even possible. He tapped his card, and your wandering eyes snapped back to him. “What? Hey! I was going to pay…” 

Nanami grinned, taking your hand and led you to the exit. “It’s okay, you can get it next time.”

Pouting, you furrowed your eyebrows. “That’s what you said last time!”

“Have a good day,” the store manager called as the both of you left, “Come by again!”

Seemingly having forgotten being upset just moments before, you rushed out in front of him, skipping to the bus stop. Nanami caught your hand and pulled you closer to him, a little winded. He only grinned when you looked back at him. “Let’s go together, okay?”

You nodded, beaming—oblivious—and holding his arm close to your side with both of your hands. 

Shoko takes a drag from her cigarette, the smoke adding haze in the fluorescently lit room, throwing shadows onto the tiled walls. “So,” she says, letting out another puff, “What are you gonna do?”

Nanami pulls his shirt over his head, “What do you mean?”

“You have… maybe a couple days more at best,” Shoko sighs. “The curse has spread too much for me to do anymore. I...” Her voice trails off.

“Ah, you mean that. You’ve helped so much, Shoko, I’m grateful to you.” Nanami looks down, the smile on his face telling her that he’s already come to terms with it.

She glares at him. “Don’t talk like that.” 

“And I’m sorry to be leaving you too.” he murmurs, eyes meeting hers. “It’s not how I planned to… you know…” He scratches the back of his head, chuckling. 

“Idiot, I said not to talk like that.” She stubs out her cigarette on the table, tossing it in the ashtray. “Does—”

“No. And I want to keep it that way.” 

She blinks slowly. “Why?”

“I don’t want our last moments together to be with pity,” he answers simply. “It’s pretty selfish, isn’t it?”

Shoko sighs, lighting another cigarette. “You won’t regret it?” 

Nanami is silent, staring down at the floor. The only sound in the room is the quiet buzzing of the fluorescent lights above and Shoko’s soft exhaling of smoke. He lets his head fall back and looks up at the light. “I’m actually not sure.”

Nanami tapped the pen against his chin as he looked at nothing in particular, lost in thought. You looked down at the roses he doodled around the card and giggled, poking at his hand that was flat on the desk, “Nanami-san, are you still with us?”

He blinked, a smile soft on his lips. “Of course. I’m just thinking of what to write.”

“Ah,” you said thoughtfully. “Well, I think you’ve written enough. I mean look at this,” you gestured to the cards stacked in neat piles beside him, “At this rate, if I couldn’t recognize your handwriting, I’d be too ashamed of myself to show my face to you.”

Nanami laughed. “But isn’t this fun? It’s like I’m leaving parts of myself that you get to keep forever.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I already have you forever, silly.”

“You’re right,” he said, that same gentle smile on his face, “You are my forever, too.”

Nanami’s eyes lit up, and you tilted your head in confusion. 

“What is it?” you asked, “Did something happen?”

“I just thought of what to write,” he said, smile stretching, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. My love, you’re a genius.”

“Huh? I—” you laughed, still confused, “I didn’t do anything?”

He shook his head, rising from the chair to press a kiss to your temple. “Nonsense.”

-

Nanami bends over, slipping on his shoes, and presses a kiss to your forehead, taking you into his arms. And he stays like that for a while, arms wrapped around your shoulders, nose burying itself in your hair. He inhales and exhales. Inhales. Exhales. He holds you tighter, pressing another kiss to your temple, one to which you giggle, looking up at him with those sweet eyes of yours. “You’ll be late!” you chide, pulling away from him and placing your hands on your hips.

He shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you, “I don’t think they’ll mind today.”

“Oho~? Who are you and what have you done to my Kento?” You raise an eyebrow at him teasingly. And he relishes in it. All of it. The smell of your shampoo as it dances in the air that smells so much like home—his home—and the way your eyes shine so brightly, wrapping him in a warmth that not even the cold hands of death could part him from. Even if you are frowning at him, he wanted to remember it.

“Come back safe,” you kiss him, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you later.”

The pan sizzles, dinner cooking, as you ready the table. You set two plates down and check the clock. It’s almost time for Nanami to return, and you can’t stop grinning. Greeting him home is so much better than seeing him off, you think, and it’s something you can (and will) never get tired of. You can almost hear the turning of the doorknob and his soft I’m home. Wiping your hands on your apron, you turn expectantly to the door. 

It’s still closed.

You strain your ears, trying to hear his footsteps.

You don’t hear anything.

He’s late, you notice, but he must be coming soon. The clock is ticking, counting the seconds that pass as you sit at the table waiting. You scroll through your phone, giggling at a post or two, before swiping through your photo gallery app. Zooming in on Nanami’s face, you set it up so that it stood looking back at you. You lay your cheek on the table and sigh, “Where are you, Nanami-san? I’m here waiting for you.”

Your phone chimes, and you jump, thinking it’s a text from him. But instead it is a notification from one of your games popping on your screen. Grumbling, you tap on it anyway. By the time you look up again, the food has gone cold and an hour passed. Nanami being late is definitely taking its toll on you. You place your food in the microwave and wrap up his as you wait for it to get done. 

Food warm again, you sit on the sofa, and turn on the TV, switching it to the news channel. Take a bite. Chew. Swallow. Take another bite. Chew. Swallow. Your eyes are wide, not missing a single pixel. Volleyball. Delinquent high schoolers. The weather. As the broadcast is finishing, you sigh in relief: no freakish accidents. No cities ravaged to the ground. Good. 

Resisting from the urge to watch another episode of the show you two promised to watch together, you flip through the channels again, bored. Your eyes flit over to the note reading Have you eaten dinner yet? in his handwriting. You smile, I ate dinner, Kento, have you? 

“Hm, where should we put the first one?” Nanami asked, card in one hand and tape in the other. 

You looked around, imagining a new placement in every place you saw. “How about over there? By the TV,” you said, pointing, “Then we’ll definitely see it everyday.” 

Nanami nodded, cutting off a few pieces of tape with his teeth. He positioned the card and turned back to you, “Here?”

You squinted, taking a few steps back to get a better perspective. “A little up? No, sorry, a little down.”

“Here?” Nanami positions the card following your directions.

Giving him a thumbs up, you nodded, “Perfect!”

Once he finished pressing down on the tape more for added security, Nanami made his way to your side, an arm wrapping around your waist as you both looked proudly at the combined effort. 

“By the way, Kento,” you say, turning your head inquisitively.

“Hm?”

“Why does this card ask if I’ve eaten dinner if we always eat dinner together?” 

Nanami smiled, “In case I’m ever late for dinner.”

You startle awake, realizing that you fell asleep on the sofa. Blearily, you check your phone, squinting at the screen. 

5:01 AM

No missed calls, no texts. You stand, stretching your arms over your head, and tiptoe to the bedroom. Gingerly, you turn the doorknob, trying to be careful not to wake Nanami in case he’s inside. The door swings open with a small whine and the bed inside is empty. Which makes sense—he would never let you sleep alone, much less outside on the couch. You return to the living room and pick up your phone. Tapping on the screen, you decide to call him.

It rings. And rings. And rings. 

There’s a click.

“Hello.”

“Kento, when will you be coming home?”

“—I’m currently away. Please leave a message after the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Beep

You stare at the screen in disbelief, pressing the end call button. You try calling again and to no avail, the beep continuing to ring in your ears. You leave a voicemail at your third try. 

Plopping down on the sofa, you sigh again, deflating. He’s never been this late before. Even with overtime, he’s always come home, melting in your arms and— 

You tap on your screen again a couple more times and press the phone to your ear, biting at your nail as it dialed. After the second dial, there’s a click. 

“Hi, Gojo-san. Kento hasn’t returned home yet and—”

“I’m actually at your door, would you come open it?” 

You pause, “Sorry?”

“The door. Please.”

“Oh! Right, coming.”

You tentatively open the door, peeking out from inside. Gojo is standing there, clad in his jujutsu uniform, and no eye coverings in sight, not even his sunglasses. 

“Your eyes…”

You falter, noticing the tinge of red that colors his under-eyes. “Gojo-san, are you alr—”

“Nanamin wanted me to give you this,” Gojo interrupts you. He couldn’t look you in the eye. A sickening feeling starts to bubble in your stomach as your gaze drops to his outstretched hand. 

“What is…?” Your hand trembles as you reach for it, hesitating in the space between yourself and him. Gojo reaches for your hand, gently placing the paper in your palm, and curls your fingers over it. 

“Time of death, 5:01 AM. Cause of death, a sustained curse specializing in poison. I’m sorry…” He hesitates and you could see the strain, his jaw clenching and unclenching, as he fought for control for his own voice. “He spoke of you until the end,” he says finally, before turning around, hands jammed in his pockets, “He— he said he didn’t want to make you watch him die. So, forgive him, okay?” He turns back again briefly, bowing his head to you, and climbs into the passenger side of a car that was waiting for him.  

Your body goes slack as you close the door, falling against it, and you unfold the piece of paper. It’s in his handwriting, you knew it better than anyone, learned it better than anyone. The notes littered around the house, small notes he said would give the both of you strength, the loops and lines of his letters, it was all the same. You raise a hand to your mouth to stifle a sob. You see the border of roses doodled on the paper. 

愛してる (Aishiteru).

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