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you asked for requests i got you🙏🏾 reader being insecure abt her lil tummy and nanami is like "?? ur literally beautiful wtf" and ofc the reader isn't satisfied so he's like ok ig i gotta prove to you how much i love ur body! ik you don't really write sexual stuff so this can 100% be fluff!!! (i need him so bad and i love ur fics so much i wanna eat them ansjnanska)

ahhh thank you so much!!! this is so nice :,))

i don't believe i did a very good job so i'm really sorry about that 😭😭. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy the story anyways.

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⓘ⠀ㅤ⠀n. kento. ⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀mild angst &. fluff.

nanami kento loved his wife. he cherished her with his whole being, and soul. he would think of her all day, everyday. his brain memorized every inch and detail of her, and he never failed to remind her how much he loved each and every one of them.

or so he thought.

he was thoroughly disappointed to one day find her lips wobbling. eyes squinted at their best attempt not to let out tears. he could feel her heart, painfully thumping in her chest like a festering ache, a s if it were his own.

he had finished pampering himself in fine colognes merely minutes ago, ready for the date night they had been planning for weeks, and you had been enthusiastic for it considering how busy you both had been.

but now as the night had come, he found your shared closet near raided, the dress you had originally picked (and been very excited about) nowhere in sight. but the image of you, standing in the mirror, staring at your body in distaste he couldn't find comprehensible.

"darling, what's wrong?"

hearing your lover voiced in such worry and care made your attempt at hiding your frustration much too difficult to hold in, and quickly, tears began to spill out.

your bum plopped onto your bed like gravity had just shoved you down, you felt absolutely defeated and more so now that your husband had to watch you ugly sob over something as stupid as this.

"never. say that again."

oh.. had you said that aloud..? there was a sudden shift in his voice from worried and caring to equally concerned and heartache.

"i feel awful. i look awful, kento. nothing fits, nothings working."

your eyes burnt holes into your stomach as you gripped your belly rolls. his thumb softly caressed your face and wiped the tears from your eyes away, his other arm draping around you and pulling your back to his chest, close. you could hear his own heartbeat sound like it were ready to burst.

"sweetheart, i have no clue what or who it was that made you think this but they are absolutely lying. you are the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen and nothing will ever change that."

your cries came to a soft sniffle. he could feel your breathing steady a little, but he knew you were still hesitant, he watched you fiddle your fingers.

"how about this, go try it on. i'll give you my absolute honest opinion."

you wiped the remainder of your tears and nodded, heading off into your bathroom to go and try on the original black dress you had chosen for the date night. and you when you came out, kento swore he was in heaven.

you looked ethereal, satin tight around your curves but still flowing at the bottom of your legs. kento's gaze, filled with romantic lust was almost entirely enough to fill you brimmed with confidence, at least for the night.

"you had nothing to doubt my love. this is the body of beauty."

kento held you from behind in front of the mirror. his hands curled around your hips firmly. his eyes grazing over your body in adoration that you knew no other man would ever be able to offer. you looked at the mirror, and for the first time that night, your eyes didn't immediately divert to your belly.

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please send in requests so I know what to write... exam seasons came up and I unfortunately got busy. i am motivated but just. unable to figure out what to do...

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀toji⠀fushiguro.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤangst to fluff ( ish) + mentions of sexual activity, reader and toji are in a complicated relationship, toxic behavior on toji's behalf

how do you always end up here? with that man blacked out, back facing you after one of the most intimate act two people could engage in, snoring without a care in the world for the woman besides him.

make no mistake, it was not the first time. it was one of many, even after many months.

and you sat there staring at your window. knowing that next morning it'd be open and the other side of your bed would be a little bit more lighter. and your blanket will be a little bit more colder.

and you'll feel a little bit more lonely every. single. time.

the first night toji came over, it was after a meeting at a bar. he was gone in the morning but he took your number. he didn't call you, he sent you a text two weeks later asking if you were available. you foolishly said yes and he arrived a little past midnight caked in blood and shut up all your questions by quickly tearing your clothes off. and next morning, he'd leave again.

the cycle repeated, until after a few months he practically cut all forms of communication, arriving at your door without warning, eating your food, using your shower, then slipping into bed with you just to leave again before you could even wake up.

still, despite the tears, the screaming and arguing and all the unanswered questions, you found yourself making one extra serving of dinner, and occasionally getting special soap, sheets and clothes. but what was it for when he'd come home and the food was lukewarm? when he didn't even use the soap, when he wouldn't care about the sheets and the clothes were nothing but rags on the floor?

what was the point when you'd be left unappreciated? it didn't feel like anything. it felt like you were burdened. and you couldn't do anything to escape anymore. he'd come and he'd go and he wouldn't tell you anything.

but today, toji came back a little earlier, but with a little more blood. he used the soap and even ate dinner while it was still hot, but he didn't bother talking. he was never good at it anyways. he took you to bed. he ripped your clothes off and even complimented your sheets.

for a little bit, it felt better. maybe a little different, like there was a chance at you two. one you were desperately trying to get these past few months.

but then he turned away. and your bed felt nauseating. you felt nauseating. you felt worthless all over again. maybe it was hard for him to be affectionate but it was killing you to deal with it.

you had half a mind to get up and open the window for him. get the room cold to prepare for his inevitable departure again.

your eyesight got blurry and you sniffled. quietly sobbing into your pillow at the hollow feeling that burnt inside your chest.

the bed creaked and you struggled to stop your flooding emotions. how embarrassing would it be if the emotionally unavailable deadbeat next to you found you crying?

so it was all the more confusing when you felt his arm wrap around you. you put up a small fight and he grumbled, half asleep.

your eyebrows scrunched. was toji fushiguro holding you? your head was hurting. you felt the ache in your heart pound harder, but for all the wrong reasons. why aren't you angry? it took him so long. it took so much effort, so much time. but by god was it worth it. to feel his big, beefy arms wrap around you, holding you tight like it was you who'd run away in the morning.

it felt so warm. so comforting. so.. not lonely.

the sun rose, and you felt the bed creak, heard toji's groans. but you couldn't even bother to stop him this time. you knew it was coming. you blamed yourself for having the hope you did for a man like him.

a few minutes passed and the bed still felt heavy. you felt his hand rest on your thigh with an iron grip like he needed to be connected to your body in some way or another. you checked the time to notice that not a few minutes had passed, but about a good hour and a half.

he stayed. the window was closed, and he was sound asleep snoring next to you. the dinner, the soap, the clothes, and the sheets suddenly felt less like a burden. it felt worth it, even if only for a moment and an hour and a half.

he moved his body closer, his head resting on your chest, buried in the crook of your neck, he murmured a soft a "mornin' ma." and went right back to snoozing.

maybe the burden was worth it.

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀choso⠀kamo.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and choso are in an established relationship, yuji is a child and choso's little brother, silliness ensues

the tv speakers blasted out a laugh track from a now forgotten TV show. you and yuji sat down on the living room carpet giggling, as you uncapped the black washable markers. a playful smile on your face.

"okay yuji, i need you to sit super still for me so i don't mess this up, okay sweetie?" he nodded excitedly. his eyes shining with mischief that you chose to ignore for the better health of your mind.

the boy was practically quaking with eagerness, but he tried his very best to stay as still as possible. you dragged the marker across the bridge of his nose and onto both sides of his face, making a long rectangle against his soft skin.

you hold up a small mirror for him and his smile gets impossibly wider. "do i look good? do i look like him!?" he pokes at the marker that decorates his skin.

you pick him up and hold him into your lap, ruffling his hair as he laughs. "you look adorable! you look just like your big brother, yuji!" you hold him tight and pick up your phone and snap a photo of you and yuji together.

the door unlocks, your heads both turn and you pause the tv. yuji gets up off your lap and practically sprints to go and greet his big brother.

you could hear yuji giggling and screaming in excitement as you walked to go and greet your beloved. he had the most awestruck expression, it pulled a small chuckle out of you too.

yuji continued running around in circles, yapping on about how happy he was to have looked like his big brother. you pulled choso into a hug and gave him a kiss.

he prolonged it just a bit more and you smiled on his lips. he finally let you pull away, you two both out of breath. "this is what you two do while i'm not home?"

"i have to entertain myself somehow! maybe when yuji is away we can dye your hair pink." you made a sly grin.

his face twists and his eyebrows scrunch. he was supposed to walk into work with bright pink hair? but looking at your face, and looking at his little brother who was running around in glee from matching just the smallest detail.. how could he ever deny the two most important people in his life?

"…maybe." your face practically lights up. you energetically laugh just the same as the small child that was prancing around behind you, jumping with excitement in choso's hold. he can't help but laugh with you. yuji, overhearing your conversation came running back again to hug choso, making an "uppie" gesture, to which choso picked him up. he felt so loved, so at home.

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god knew i would be too powerful if i could name my stories well.

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀satoru⠀gojo.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and satoru are engaged, satoru is in love with youuuuu, poc!reader - race / ethnicity not specified, but there are descriptors of brown skin.

you looked down at the menu. even the font screamed expensive, much less the food. you'd probably lose some of your money just by saying the names of them. the restaurant itself was lovely though. the food did look promising and the service was delightful.

of course, it was difficult to pay too much attention to it when since the moment you'd sat down, your fiancee's eyes had been glaring directly at you.

blue, glowing, beautiful, slightly unsettling. beneath frost covered, long eyelashes you would've died for. and they were trained on you.

"you okay there, satoru?" he didn't even seem to hear you. he was on a whole other plane of existance right now. you giggled seeing your fiancee so dazed.

he took a deep breath, seeming to finally break out of his trance. he looked at you with a smile that made your heart ache. his expression alone made you feel so loved.

"just a few more days, baby." and oh yes. the reason for your date today. in just a few days, he would be flying the both of you, your families and all your friends to your grand wedding. the guest list had been doubling every week since the five months ago you had begun planning, and you were more anxious than ever.

and your satoru, being the man he is, of course teased you about it. poked a little fun, got a little whimsical even. but not before getting both you and him dressed up and out the house for a romantic dinner. and now he sat in front of you looking at you with eyes that, as unsettling as they may have been to any other person, looked at you with love and adoration.

how you cherished him.

you made a geeky smile. how did you ever end up with the school heart-throb being the girl you were? how did you ever get him to look at you like he'd kiss the ground you walked on? like a fool in love. you were eternally grateful to be able to say that he was your fool in love.

you looked through the menu once more. his gaze a little more focused on the appetizers section but still wavering back to you every once in a while. he looked at your silhouette glowing gold under the dim light of the candles and the moonlight. you looked as marvelous as ever. he couldn't believe being the boy he was, he ended up being with the school's sweetheart. he was as ecstatic as could be.

when you had both finally ordered, and the waiters took both the menu's out of your hands and replaced them with champagne, you two sat in silence. just staring at each other. he reached out, taking your hand in his.

"what's got you thinkin', handsome?" you had this flirtatious tone that satoru remembered hearing on your first date, and he looked ready to melt.

honestly, he wasn't thinking at all. he was just.. staring at you. that's all he could do. you, this beautiful, caring, angel of a woman were about to become his wife. you looked heavenly sitting there. the smooth silk of your dress draped over your curves, the fire from the candles emitting this soft light, giving your brown skin a golden glow. you were ethereal.

"i just can't wait to see you in your pretty white dress."

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀ryomen⠀sukuna.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and sukuna have a relationship but it can be pre-relationship too ! sukuna attempts to understand his silly human.

sukuna can feel your body quake. he looks around but cannot identify the threat. your home is at peace. and it is surely not in danger with him around. so what is it that is terrifying you?

he looked at your face intently. all four eyes focused on your tense features. he raises his eyebrow as he slowly turns his attention to what seems to be the cause of your anxiety. he stares at the tv with a level of disappointment unprecedented.

sukuna did not like watching much television. he found it "foolish" and "a waste of time". but you had finally convinced him to actually sit down and watch a horror movie with you. something he seemed more on board with. and he was contempt, at first. but it was hard to focus knowing his lover's soul right besides him was trembling.

"what on earth is scaring you, woman?"

you scrunched your eyebrows at him. "it's scary! they're called horror movies for a reason.." you paused the show and got up to refill your bowl of snacks. he'd hogged them down within the first half an hour, much to your displeasure.

"then why don't you turn it off?" sukuna had found the modern world incomprehensibly strange. including all of its inhabitants, including you. but this was beyond foreign to him. putting yourself through fear? through anxiousness? why?

"because it's fun! it's a feeling like no other.. y'know?" no. he did not know. sukuna did not have enemies, none of which could make him feel the anxiousness you were feeling at the moment. and from television no less. you come back from your kitchen with a grin, and a bowl full of chips. you plop yourself down next to him, and he stops you from unpausing the tv.

"you know they cannot harm you? that you are safe?" it was a strangely sweet sentiment to hear from sukuna. it made you feel all giddy inside. hehe. he really loves me. "yes, i know that i am safe. i'm not scared for me.. i'm scared for the characters!"

sukuna failed to understand your point. you wanted to be scared on purpose. and you were achieving this by watching someone else get chased through the woods. but he liked the feeling of happiness he gave you from seemingly caring about your unusual hobbies.

"would you like me to also chase you through the woods then??"

err.. he'll understand eventually.

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀toji⠀fushiguro.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and toji have an estab relationship + reader is mamaguro. not proof-read so excuse any issues ^_^.

toji had conked out on the couch after promising you and your son a movie night. you have to give him props, he made it through the first 44 minutes and that was honestly a new record. your son giggled as you dragged the sharpie across his face, drawing all sorts of silly things on the man.

"mama, i wanna draw somethin'!" megumi tugged at your top, trying to get your attention. you took him on your lap and he uncapped the bright blue sharpie and went straight for his dads arm.

he drew an assortment of flowers and clouds. a little landscape on his fathers muscles. you couldn't hold it in and just burst out with laughter, megumi following suit.

it was all the more funnier hearing his snores, knowing he was dead asleep whilst his beloved son and wife drew atrocities ( little hearts and sparkles) all over his exposed skin.

"he looks beautiful, mama." megumi looked at you with bright, happy eyes. you took him into an embrace and squeezed him, cuteness aggression flooding you. you squealed and he groaned, and you both fell on top of your husband, successfully waking him up.

you two both looked at him with wide eyes and a dropped mouth. he made a lopsided, tired smile at you as he brought his untouched hand to rub his eyes. megumi made a cheeky smile back at him and you pursed your lips.

toji grumbled and yawned, still tired and just slightly humoured with his wife and son's antics. if only he had known the full picture. (pun intended). "whatcha lookin' at me like that for?"

"nothin' baby. you just look so pretty." the smile that was plastered on your face was incredulous. you couldn't wipe it off. not when your monster-hunk, tough guy of a man had bright sharpie and sparkly glitter all over his face and body. poor guy was probably still too tired to even notice it. you'd almost feel bad.

almost.

megumi could barely hold in his chortle and just let it all out. toji looked at him funny and you shrugged it off. kids. he seemed satisfied with your answer. and you made a loving grin.

you turned off the TV and sent toji off to bed, megumi holding your index finger and dragging you to his bedroom so you could go and tuck him in.

as you were sitting on megumi's bed, he began to chat. "mama.?" "yes sweetie?" "can i draw on you too?"

you looked at him and chewed the inside of your cheek. "uhm.. oh i don't know about that…"

"i do." you turned around you to see the hulking shadow the loomed at the doorway. you stared with eyes that seemed less serious when there was pink marker around them. in his hand he held some other permanent markers. all bright and all glittery. he had a strangely dangerous smirk on his face.

"and you're gettin' it tonight, ma."

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⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀kento⠀nanami.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and kento are married + have a daughter, f!reader as it contains mentions of reader going through motherhood + being called mother, reader is implied to have taken nanami as a last name.

"shhh, shh, it's okay.. it's okay sweetheart.."

it was originally kento that had encouraged you to leave for this trip. you thank all your lucky stars for your husband being as supportive as he was throughout your journey of motherhood. never allowing you to have to pick your career over your family or your family over your career.

he was your balance. your hold onto the ground when you felt like you were ready to float away.

he was your everything.

but now he had begun to regret letting you leave today. your daughter was 7 months old. he had told you, that surely she was okay to spend just two nights away from her mother. but it seemed she had grown near inseparable from her mother. all understanding for just a baby, but in this moment he couldn't bare having to hear his daughter cry further. he was ready to begin breaking down himself at this point.

he tiredly reached for his phone. shamefully calling your number at 2 am, fully aware you had an important meeting early next morning. how he loathed himself at the moment. grumbling out a "dear god" as the phone rang for a few seconds.

you picked up shortly, unsurprisingly. you had made it very clear to him that he should call you no matter what, whenever he needed if he needed help. he had assured you that it wouldn't have to come to that, so you couldn't help but smile when you heard your daughters wailing in the background.

"didn't need me huh?" he didn't even need to see you. he could practically hear your insufferable smirk, that he unfortunately missed more than ever.

"never said that. now please god, sweetheart, she's not stopped crying for a good half an hour." you laughed, still on the other side of the world you were being woken up because of your daughters crying late at night. it was humorous, and strangely sweet.

you requested a facetime, and he accepted quickly. you looked straight into your daughters teary eyes, and she looked back all bug eyed, her crying slowly coming to a stop. you didn't know if she was more thrilled to see you or the metal square shine a bright light in her face.

"hi baby, you're not giving your papa a hard time, right?" your daughter responded in little babbles. your heart warmed a little, and you could see your beloved grinning in the background. you hadn't admitted it- barely even noticed it in fact, how much you truly missed your little family. you needed this too.

you and your daughter continued baby-talking for a good few minutes until you could see her yawning, to which kento had placed a bottle into her mouth. she slowly began to fall asleep, drinking the now lukewarm milk.

you looked at your husband with loving eyes. he looked back at you with just the same fervor. like you were his whole world, like you'd hung up the stars for him. even as you were halfway across the world from him. he would never hate you for caring about your career. it made you practically ill with adoration.

"stay on call with me please? i miss you."

"i miss you too, sweetheart. of course i will."

"goodnight, i love you papamin."

"goodnight mamamin. i love you too."

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i would like to, before anything else, state that i am not over 18 years old, hence why i do not write NSFW content, nor do i plan on interacting with it. i do not mind if adults interact with me, as i am over 16.

never repost any of my work, even if you add credits. i do not consent for them to be re-uploaded to other apps or blogs outside of tumblr. i do not have any other platform for writing.

i will not write graphic scenes of gore or sex. mentions of either may come up in my stories. however they will never be detailed.

all of my stories will be targeted towards brown / dark skinned readers. this is not changing for any story, or character. there is no race specified for the readers. however, i am a south asian individual, so my reader may hint at that more often than not. i will try and limit this to the best of my abilities!

do not follow me if you are under 16 years old.

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⠀ㅤ⠀⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫アモール

at the moment, i only write for jjk. everything is SFW / mildly suggestive. please view the legend before continuing. tags will be added for each character written for as well.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀♡⠀⠀fluff.⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀☓⠀⠀angst.⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀✸⠀⠀suggestive.

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⠀ㅤ⠀⠀﹫⠀kento nanami ! ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⸻ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀mamamin, in which you are away for a business trip. ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀☓♡⠀⠀OO2, in which you feel insecure about your body.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀﹫⠀toji fushiguro ! ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⸻ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀mamaguro, in which you and your son do a prank. ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀☓✸⠀⠀burden me, in which you are left feeling unloved.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀﹫⠀ryomen sukuna ! ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⸻ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀unusual hobby, in which sukuna tries to understand horror movies.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀﹫⠀satoru gojo ! ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⸻ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀pretty white dress, in which you and satoru are engaged.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀﹫⠀choso kamo ! ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⸻ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀home is here, in which yuji matches with choso.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ⓘ⠀last updated December 25th, 2024.

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⠀ㅤ⠀⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫アモール

i am eros. i am an asian && brown skinned femme writer. all of my readers will be written as such. i only write SFW, fluff && angst. this is not my main blog, and therefore i will not be using it to int.

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ⓘㅤㅤthere will never be 18+ content on this blog, however there may be suggestive tones, so do not follow if you are under 16. the author of this blog is not 18+. adults may interact, but be cautious!

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