who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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Being naturally athletic and a powerhouse of energy, it’s very hard to keep up with him when he’s in training yuuji mode. He’s very supportive though, always encouraging you to push yourself to your limits in an annoyingly sweet way of his own. Always promising you’d get back to the dorms and pig out with his secret snack stash which you are yet to see for yourself.
Fushiguro Megumi:
He’s never considered training with someone else before, it was always a solo event for him. Yet when you asked him oh so nicely, he couldn’t help, but blush. He was worried that you wouldn’t be able to keep up or he’d be too sweaty and gross and you’d immediately lose any interest you had in training with him in the first place. He starts slow with the sets he gives you and then builds it slowly, but surely. Making sure you’re doing alright every step of the way, trying his best to be more attentive to your needs in(and out) of training.
Kugisaki Nobara:
She never really knew she needed to train before coming to jujutsu high, she barely thought she needed training either until almost every person beat her in laps and you were right there with her in training ability. So you took a double pinkie vow to train together and then you showed up only to go get coffee and shop a little more. You finally started training when she picked the perfect outfit to work out in (which was an amazing outfit.) and got to work, spotting each other and pushing each other (affectionately). You both got better and better at the training aspect of learning more cursed technique and you did it together, celebrating with a fun day planned at a festival nearby.
Inumaki Toge:
His training with you consists of not training and feral running across the school grounds, going long after you gave up. When he’s “training” he basically sits on the grass while you stand above him, stretching your muscles for as long as you can before you completely fall apart while trying to keep up with him. You mostly engage in conversations which mostly consist of you nodding along to everything he rambles out, the other students are surprised at just how much he’ll go on and on and on, most of the rambles completely unintelligible even by the masters of Inumaki interpreters. You can tell he’s getting close to starting when his words start to become less and less frequent , seeing the little cogs in his brain turning as he stares at your usual course. You normally take a deep breath as he stands, giving his legs a small stretch before racing ahead, leaving you in the dust. You always meet at the vending machines after training, Inumaki always chooses to do a lap or two more than you.
Yoshino Junpei:
He does couples yoga with you on Wednesdays with some old ladies in his neighbourhood. You’re not as flexible as he is, but good god is it nice to see him fold himself like a pretzel every week. Highlight of your week. He was shy about it at first hearing about Yuuji’s intense training at the gym, but once you joined him and made a fool of yourself trying to compete with him, he felt a lot better. He may not have the physical capability to pick you up, but he can climb you like a goddamn jungle gym.
Gojo Satoru:
You’d like to think he’d train and you’d be right. At least that’s what he thinks training is, which is walking barefoot in the wilderness to reconnect his life force with the earth, but he really just wants to be barefoot in the woods. He tells you (lies) and says that he likes to jog in the woods. So of course you bring your joggers and appropriate footwear and you arrive to find him sitting on a rock with already cold black coffee from Starbucks in his hand and eating a cake pop. He immediately proceeds to tell you that you should’ve told him you wanted coffee and cake pops then maybe he would’ve saved some for you (he wouldn’t). You’re almost 100% sure he took you out here to murder you, but when he takes his shoes off, wearing no socks underneath and proceeds to walk deep straight into the thick woods, you have completely lost your mind and he’s just about ready to regain his.
Nanami Kento:
You mention that you are a bit rusty and need some training most likely within earshot of Nanami and suddenly you are woken up at 5 in the morning with him hovering over you. His training is an intense full body, muscle straining 3 hours of testing his and your limit and your muscles hurt by the end. Sure you’ve been known to train from time to time, but the sheer amount of exercise you have done has probably worn you out for the next 3 weeks. Yet at 5am you are woken up again. You don’t say no of course, how could you when training with you has probably been the most you’ve seen Nanami emote almost ever. Your muscles are throbbing by the time it’s 8am, but instead of nodding politely and continuing his daily routine. He sets a small bento box next to you with a thank you, nods and continues his routine, excusing himself to shower. You happily eat the small breakfast he made you. He absolutely woke up at 4am just to prepare a reward for you at the end of training and continues to do this for as long as you train. He slowly makes them bigger as you get better at his training routine, making sure to feed you well and lingering just a little longer to watch you wolf down his prepared meal, smiling softly as you look satisfied.
Ijichi Kiyotake:
This man has never run a mile in his life and yet when you asked him to train with you he almost busted his pants. He came wearing what he thought would be appropriate gym wear, something akin to a school sports uniform, but found you in probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. You started training without him and you were already building a good sweat and now he was building quite a sweat as well. You don’t expect him to join, content with him watching you and keeping you company, but he insisted on joining in on one of your sets as soon as you paid enough attention to him. He tried. You basically held him up as you helped him take a seat, he was about to burst as he felt the heat from your sweaty sweaty body next to his. That’s the gist of what you could say. He really tried, but by the end he was so out of breath, you decided to stop your training early to take him out for breakfast to make up for the amount of squats he had done for you which drove him even crazy as you insisted to pay for the food and drinks and basically anything he needed to be back in a normal state. You both agreed to keep him off the gym mats forever and he opted to watch you for a bit before you ended so you could get breakfast together.
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ More pretty boys being blushy, what else is there? ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Fluff, Short Headcanons ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I saw this post and I’ve been rolling on this ever since,,,, they’re all so pretty help~
❈ Gojo could be a model, and he knows it. With the violin scene, he knows how to play up the pretty when it helps him, so this may as well be a normal pet name for him. He still loves it every time you call him pretty though.
❈ Nanami though, if the two of you are with Gojo, will also think you’re referring to six eyes over there. Even if you’re alone, it’d catch him off guard. So, you will have to clarify that you mean him. And then you have a blushing mess, yet somehow also smug, salaryman heading your way willing to do anything you’d like.
❈ When he realized you meant him, Inumaki would follow you around like a puppy for the rest of the day. You don’t need to use cursed speech for him to do what you want, he’s wrapped around your finger and calling him pretty is the trigger.
❈ Megumi would look deadpan as he came over, he’s not the most public about romance, so he’d try to play it off as if you only called him by name. But he’s definitely thinking about it the rest of the day.
❈ Yuta would be the rest of the meme. “Oh, I’m pretty boy?” He’s floored, and would absolutely shower you with compliments in return.
❈ Junpei would be stunned. Shocked. You better have called him pretty soon after him having shown you his scars too. If it’s soon enough after, he might actually tear up a little, but would come as soon as he can.
❈ Itadori would light up the second you called him pretty, and would absolutely fire back a “Anything you need, stunning” while on his way, and once again, you have a puppy on your trail.
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! ~
✧･ﾟ: * Osamu Dazai
❈ You’re not gonna be touch-starved with this man for long, I’ll give you that. He’s definitely one for dramatics, and if you’re comfortable with public displays of affection, he’ll have an arm around you at all times, or holding your hands and cuddling on the ADA couch (no matter how much Kunikida complains about professionalism). You’re his s/o, and if he had his way the whole world is going to know it, so loving touches in public are to be expected.
❈ Whether you’re coming out of a relationship without a lot of touching, or you’ve been single for a while, he’s going to make it his mission to make you feel loved. And if touch is what it takes, then he’s going to make sure that he’s making up for all the lost time before the two of you were together.
❈ I think that physical touch is a big love language for Dazai too, so this is also somewhat self-serving. Even when he’s not playing it up, you can still expect plenty of times where his gentle touches linger longer than necessary, or how when he comes from behind to lay his head on your shoulder as you are working on something, he’s in bliss.
✧･ﾟ: * Chuuya Nakahara
❈ I don’t think that Chuuya would be particularly touchy on his own. Not that he minds the contact, and can do it for a romantic moment, but he just doesn’t think to initiate it often. I see him as leaning toward doing things for you to be romantic, so the bigger the gesture the better in his mind.
❈ But talk to him about it! He might leave you a little touch starved at the beginning (between missions and spending his time with you trying to do things for you), so tell him that you want more touch. I mean obviously, he’s still going to want to show his love in the way that comes naturally to him, so don’t downplay it, but he’s more than down to just hold you on the couch some evenings rather than spend the whole night cleaning your place.
❈ Eventually, you both find things that hit both of your love languages! Massages come to mind, him being able to do something for you that involves that physical touch? Heavenly.
✧･ﾟ: * Kento Nanami
❈ Okay, hear me out. It takes a hot minute to get to that point. But once Nanami is comfortable with someone I just think he’d be the biggest cuddler. It’s just a vibe I get from him, he loves near-constant physical contact, who cares who sees.
❈ So if this is early into your relationship, you’re going to have a bit of a dry spell. Some handholding, maybe. I just think it’d take him a while to get adjusted to the idea that you can be a permanent part of his life. But once you have reached that point, he’s another that you’re not gonna be touch starved for long.
❈ Have conversations with him, he’s going to want to be sure that you’re getting enough out of the relationship from the get-go, but you being willing to start a conversation about your needs gives him that sense of permanence that he needs to initiate it too
❈ You’re his stress relief, and he’s sure to tell you. Whether that be leaning on his chest, stroking his hand at another stupid meeting, or a hug at the end of the day, he melts into you, and he hopes he can show you how much you mean to him through the same.
✧･ﾟ: * Megumi Fushiguro
❈ Another one who’s not going to be that into physical affection on his own. He grew up with Gojo. Who “annoyed” him and was very touchy. So touch isn’t his go-to in expressing affection, and he can be a bit tense when someone else initiates it with him.
❈ But, communication can work wonders, and talking to him, he’s more than willing to be more physical for you. And I think he’d eventually start to enjoy it more than he thought he would.
❈ He’d still be a little iffy on PDA, but he’d be willing to hold hands, and if you lean into him while you’re hanging out with friends, well he won’t mind.
❈ But in private he’ll initiate the touch a lot more since he wants to make sure you aren’t feeling unloved. I think that time would be a big love language for him, and so you laying on his chest on the couch, sitting in comfortable silence would become a standard routine for you.
✧･ﾟ: * Satoru Gojo
❈ Gojo isn’t the most receptive to your needs, but lucky for you this man is going to want to be all over you anyway. You’re gonna have a harder time keeping him off you than getting him to touch you.
❈ Incredulous that you’re touch starved. How doesn’t everyone just want to be holding you constantly? You’re so holdable? He just assumes that his thoughts are universal, or the only correct ones at least, so the thought that you haven’t been constantly given all the physical affection is wild to him. (Though that doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to be possessive if anyone else tries)
❈ But once he finds out that this is one of your needs, he will be extra conscious of it, and I feel like he’d be checking in with you fairly often. He’d play it off as a joke most of the time. “What, do you need me to hold you more or something?”, but he does seriously want to be sure he’s meeting your needs.
You take a deep breath and drum your fingers against your thigh. Half of you questions your sanity; the other half commends you for the courage coursing through your veins — the latter being a product of the hope you’ve managed to salvage over six months. It hasn’t been easy. As the captive of a grade one sorcerer, your chance of escaping is slim, but you’re nothing if not headstrong. Possessing no supernatural abilities of your own, your bravery is all you have. Well, that, your sex appeal, and your skills as a decent mercenary.
You’re sitting on his bed in a red baby doll — the one you know he likes — with no thong underneath. When you get off the bed and drift towards him, he’ll be able to see your dripping wet pussy. He won’t be able to resist watching you beneath those tinted glasses of his. You played with yourself a bit beforehand, to ensure your act is believable and that you’re enticing enough to hold his attention. Alas, you’re not dressed like this because you want to fuck; you’re dressed like this because it’s the only shot you have at fleeing from this place. Sex will distract him from what you’re doing in the meantime: slipping poison down his throat.
You smirk. Did he forget you used to be a murder for hire? One doesn’t need a sorcerer’s capabilities when they’re a natural killing machine all on their own. Once you jam the pills you have beneath your tongue into his throat, he’ll drop unconscious. Then, you’ll be able to do what you please to him. And the best part is, he has no clue you’ve been playing him like a fiddle.
One week ago, you attacked him, forcing him to get a little rough with you, sacrificing a few of your fingers. Five days ago, you apologized for your crude behaviour, throwing on your best sad eyes. Four days ago, he seemed satisfied with your remorse; so, three days ago, you had asked him for a sedative to treat your digits, and two days ago, he had already given you enough doses to hide beneath your tongue. Unfortunately for him, his callous generosity will be his downfall. He should have checked your mouth.
The capsules had been easy to alter. The kind of medication he gave you only produced a biodegradable shell that was half full, meaning one could triple the dose by combining the contents of three pills. Of course, that’s precisely what you did. You’ll wait for him to kiss you, and then fling it down his throat. He won’t see it coming, and once he realizes what you’re up to, it’ll be too late. He’ll drop like a light and you’ll kill him.
You’re willing to acknowledge that this is a cowardly way to murder your victim; nonetheless, desperate times call for desperate measures. You can’t overpower him on your own. What’s more, he’s the one who kidnapped you. Assassin work be damned, you’re pretty sure he has this coming.
You hear rustling in the living room. The front door closes. Is it eight o'clock already?
His shoes clack against the mat he sets them atop, discarding them until tomorrow morning. The closet door opens, and you hear the hangers jingle as he removes his jacket. It closes with haste. Clothed feet pad along the carpet, inching closer to you. You brace yourself and adorn the submissive face you had been practicing all day. It’s finally time.
He enters the bedroom. Immediately, his eyes are locked onto yours, hues dancing with delight in the dim light. They immediately dip lower when he catches what you’re wearing in his peripherals.
He shuts the door behind him and loosens his tie. He isn’t wearing his usual glasses. He must have left them at the door. You resist the urge to grin. That means he’s had a long day. His reflexes and intuition won’t be working at full capacity.
“Well, what do we have here?”
You stand up from your perch and reveal all of yourself to him. He drinks you in from top to bottom, spending a few extra seconds staring at your slick-coated thighs. You play with the ends of your baby doll, feigning shyness.
He takes a few steps closer, and you refrain from backing up. You have to sell the illusion. You have to make him believe you want him.
His fingertips touch your upper arms, gliding up to cup your face. There are dark circles under his eyes. He looks as though he’s aged since this morning. You don’t hesitate. Hastily, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against him. His breath hitches for a split second before he’s able to compose himself.
Suddenly, his hands are gripping your ass, hoisting you into the air. You wind your legs around his waist and whine in the heated, sexiest tone you can muster. He takes your former place at the end of the bed and holds you firmly on his lap.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been this excited to see me,” he purrs, warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “What’s gotten into you?”
You’re not so naïve as to think he’s blind to your ruse. He doesn’t trust you just yet. You have to do a bit more convincing to distract his wandering mind.
You hump his thigh, gliding your clit against the fabric. The way your body tenses is a genuine reaction. Your sensitive nub likes being dragged across his pant leg. His hands remain on your ass, massaging your cheeks roughly. He claps one of them hard, drawing a gentle mewl from your mouth. Your inner muscles clench reflexively, enjoying the harsh treatment.
“I-I just…” you bite your lower lip, at least trying to make it sound like you were embarrassed about giving in. “mmm, s-so needy.”
His fingers travel up to your hips. In seconds your back is against the mattress, and you’re caged in between his long arms. Nanami leers over you, stern orbs analyzing your face with eagle-like precision. For a moment, you fear he’s seen through your charade.
“Needy?” He echoes. “Well then, why don’t you let me help, sweetheart?”
You repress a grin. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Perhaps he’s not as intelligent as you’ve given him credit for in the past — not when he’s thinking with his dick, at least.
You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close. Just before you’re about to capture his lips, however, he flips you onto your stomach. You shriek at the swift and sudden change.
“This is the best way to hit your g-spot,” Nanami mutters, the smooth fabric of his dress shirt giving your bare back gooseflesh. “You’re tighter, too.”
He presses a firm hand against your back as he unzips his jeans. With ease, he sinks his thick cock into your narrow canal with some resistance. Your eyes roll back at how delicious he feels, as every single vein glides along your inner walls. His mushroom cap flares, stretching the furthest part of your cunt the most. At once, you feel too full, but there’s no denying you want more.
This isn’t part of the plan, though. You have to be careful. You can’t get lost in the pursuit of pleasure… but it’s been so long. You hadn’t realized how much you were yearning for a good fuck.
He twitches inside you, letting you feel his weight settle in your centre. Your gummy walls clutch him like a long lost lover, except you know he’s nothing of the sort. You’d only ever had sex with him once before, and you had been drunk then; the other instances of sexual contact with him had been limited to oral and spankings, so you weren’t able to deem how good a bed mate he was until now.
You’ve been missing out. You hate to admit this, even just to yourself, but if you had known about Nanami’s size and ability to use what God gave him, you might have let him fuck you into the mattress — captor or not. He feels amazing.
“Shit,” he groans, beginning to pound into you. “What took you so long to accept me?”
You grit your teeth. You can’t tell him. You can’t even think up a lie. Your brain won’t work.
Your tongue drops out of your mouth and you let it hang there, content to lose yourself. Just for a moment, you tell yourself; not too long. You can’t let his game deter you.
Suddenly, Nanami strokes a deep spot in your cunt, punching your back wall in a way that makes you cringe. The pain doesn’t last, though. It’s just the stretch that makes you hurt; the area he’s hitting is having stars appear in your peripherals. Your jaw drops.
His hand releases your hair to wrap around your throat, using his grip as leverage to hit a better angle with your back arched. His palm shifts upwards, and soon, two of his fingers are slithering into your mouth. You wrap your lips around the meaty digits and suck, like you’ve been taught to do by many others.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “There’s my dumb little girl.”
You barely feel his fingers latch onto the capsule beneath your tongue, bringing it out past your lips as his onslaught continues. Your clit is swollen and puffy, evidenced by how much you’re dripping all over his fingers as he rubs the engorged bud. It’s hard to see or think when your eyes are criss-crossed and you’ve been reduced to nothing but a puddle.
Nanami doesn’t slow his thrusts as he brings the pill up to his face and inspects it. He grimaces. It’s covered in your saliva. He’s surprised it didn’t pop out of your whore mouth on its own, with how much you’re drooling.
“You were going to drug me, princess?” He croons, and you can practically see the smirk on his handsome face. “When I make you this drunk on my cock?”
You moan lewdly, not phased by the fact that your plan was just foiled. You can’t explain why it feels so good. You’ve never been this intoxicated by dick before. Prior to now, the closest anyone has ever come to making you lose your mind during sex is when one of your targets, a handsome man in his forties, licked and sucked on your clit like a starved animal; even then, though, you were able to complete your goal.
“I bet you’re wondering why it’s so hot, aren’t you?” He hums, drawing attention to the heat building steadily in your core. “You’re wondering why you want to cum so badly.”
You babble incoherently. It’s true. You aren’t that much of a slut, are you? No. You can’t be. Sex isn’t a good enough trade-off for freedom. How can you lose sight of your goals so simply? You’re nothing if not meticulous.
“I lathered myself with an aphrodisiac before entering,” he explained, rough finger pad itched your clit. “I knew you would try something tonight when I saw you putting on this skimpy little thing.”
He fingers the fabric of your baby doll, and you groan. Of course he has cameras set up around the house, including his bedroom. How else is he supposed to monitor you while he’s away?
“Did you really take me for a fool?” He sneers, pummeling your core until you’re in tears, wanting desperately to cream all over his fat staff. “I know what I have. I won’t let you get away from me that easily.”
He puts half his weight on top of you. You can barely breathe from the pressure, yet, the lack of air in your head is making the experience ten times more intense.
“You’re not playing with a regular man, sweetheart,” he growls, pressing your face into the pillows as his balls tighten. “I’m a sorcerer. I thought I taught you better than this.”
I had an idea for a NSFW post about Gojo vs Nanami but then as I started writing it I had so many thoughts about it so it’s actually going to be a three part post.
Edit: the more I’m writing I’m having even more ideas so I’m trying to think of a way of formating it without it turning into a mess
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
u and nanami havin sex but he’s being so soft and gentle with his thrusts n u so desperately want him to go faster and harder :( ur literally cryin and holding ur legs up higher, begging him to faster. “please please ken, go harder pleaseeeee” and nanami does nothing other than shush u, pressing a kiss to ur cheek, sayin “you’ll take what i give you angel” before only slightly picking up the pace, leaving u writhing in ur torment and pleasure simultaneously n cockdrunk :(
your hands wrap around the edges of the sink, your gripping it so hard that you feel it could break in your hands. his arms wrap around your waist along with you bunched up skirt. your eyes are screwed shut as his cock abuses your cervix over and over. his groans fill the air of the slightly dirty club bathroom.
he hates that you’re embarrassed of your facial expressions when he’s pleasuring you. when your hands cover your face in embarrassment he detaches his lips from around your nipple and looks at you unamused. he had prepared for this. the cuffs that he attached to his headboard came in handy. with your hands successfully restrained he goes back to work on your nipples.
“never hide your pretty face from me.” he mumbles against your chest.
Ngghhh sugar daddy Nanami is living in my mind rent free
He’s so frugal and simple and he really cares about money, but it’s different when it comes to you. There’s something about you that just makes him want to splurge on you.
He dotes on you, he wants to take care of you, he wants to make you happy.. Happier than any guy ever would. He’s fucking obsessed with you.
He doesn’t ask for too much despite giving a lot, which makes him such a desirable glucose guardian.
warnings: brief mention of workplace harassment; no curses au; suggestive; formatted and written on mobile don’t @ me; no beta; small text only for description
wc: 800~
based on this post from the amazing @kemakoshume your brain is so large and wrinkly sorry this is so late traveling takes it out of me
I know I don’t usually make text posts but I’ve been having Nanami Kento brain rot recently and.
I headcanon that Nanami plays ACNH. When he has days off from work, he’d like to rest at home and when he takes a break from reading books he’d play on his switch!!
Initially he wouldn’t admit he plays ACNH
He would have so many Cafe & Bakery spots on his Island,,,
His Island would probably be so neat, well organised, and pretty with lots of flowers and plants!
His house would be minimalist and practical (being able to interact with all furniture)
Has reached high friendship levels and got photo frames from all his villagers
Probably would go for village and cottagecore theme, and would like decorating the beach the most.
LOVES visiting the Museum and taking so many pictures, especially with you when you two are playing together
Doesn’t discriminate or bully villagers
He would have so much bells?? He’d probably spoil you by giving you a lot of bells, help you pay off your debts, and gift presents when he visits your island
Would send you lots of letters with practical gifts or items to complete your wish list. He’d keep the captions short and to the point though,,
Never lets Gojo visit his island, not even via dreamcode
You as his s/o bugging him to play together and he does so but plays it off as “I’m only doing this because you bugged me to”, when in reality he’s having the time of his lifeee
Would ignore your attempts to have a bug net battle
“Terraforming is sh*t”
Probably has a huge soft spot for Hazel the squirrel
That’s all for now lol,,, feel free to send in your ACNH Nanami headcanons if you have any
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it
Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.
he lightly but provocatively brushes his lips against your fingers when he insists that you put the candy in his mouth; and the way he takes you by surprise holding eye contact as he bites into the candy before pulling away with a smug, mischievous glow burning like fire in his eyes at the way you hurriedly clear your throat, and he just tilts his head while ‘innocently’ asking you, “are you alright?” or the way he likes leaning on the wall or a door frame when he talks to you, regardless of whether you’re in public or not. something about the lazy, carefree posture and the little tilt of his head while he looks at you does things to your heart. his eyes trail after you as move around the room or when you’re speaking to him and he can’t hear you well, he casually leans in closer to your lips to catch what you’re saying.
⤷Itadori
the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall. or the way he lies with his hand behind his head as he lazily but intently watches you get ready for work in the morning or a night out with friends; his eyes are soft and fixed as they follow your every move. and when you ask what he’s looking at, he just shrugs his shoulders and says, ‘i can’t help it, you’re so pretty’ as he flashes a smile in your direction.
⤷Fushiguro
he has a habit of putting his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him, it’s instinctual at this point. he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel. or the way his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.
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