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[ch6sos]

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒚 - 𝒔.𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 - you and sam have always had this unexplainable chemistry between each other, but ever since he came back from the cage he’s been acting weird.

❥ sam winchester x fem!reader, NSFW

❥ features: soulless sam, smut with some plot, s5 finale recap, heated moments, dom sam, unprotected sex, reader being shorter than sam, pet names, swearing, rough sex, kinks?, overstimulation, sam kinda manipulating you, cold ending.

❥ word count: 2,312

❥ a/n: i need people to put in my tag list so pls if u wanna be in it lmk! i haven’t posted in a while and i thought of this idea so yay. i fear as though i need to write a smut where reader and sam are actually dating cos so far all i’ve wrote is the opposite 💔 BUT ENJOY!

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Sam was never just a friend, you had this chemistry with eachother. Light flirting and teasing that never went anywhere, the extra mile you would both go to make sure the other was okay. You’d always get asked if you two were dating and every time you’d both just laugh and shake your head, he made you happy. Truly happy.

At least that’s how it was for you, you didn’t know how Sam felt.

It came down to the big finale, Lucifer using Sam as his vessel and Michael using Adam as his. You watched the entire scene happen from a distance: Castiel managing to buy some time with Micheal, Lucifer beating Dean to a pulp, Sam managing to gain control for long enough to jump into the cage and bringing Michael along with him.

And that was it. Sam was gone. You were heartbroken, truly. You thought you’d never see him again, never be able to tell you how you felt about him. You had honestly just sat and wallowed for weeks.

But then there was a knock at your door. It was Sam. It couldn’t be. He was in hell. You saw it.

But no, it really was him.

Except, not really.

Sam had been acting weird ever since he got back. Sleeping with random women, ruthless in hunting, cold and barely sleeping yet didn’t seem tired. But then again, he’d just been to hell so you didn’t except sunshine and rainbows shooting out his ass.

But it didn’t make it any less painful. You’d walked in on him so many times with different women each time, he’d been cold towards you and kinda mean. Going right for what would hurt you. But nonetheless you were patient. Just because he changed didn’t mean you had to.

You had just been interviewing some victs on the case you and Sam are working on, walking back to yours and Sam’s shared motel room. However just before you were about to open the door you could hear moaning and sheets rustling. It made you feel sick, he was with yet another woman. You didn’t exactly want that woman to be you, you just wanted him to stop fucking every woman in sight. So you say on a chair in the hallway, waiting until you could go back in.

Some time later the woman came out, she looked a little disheveled. You waited until she left before getting up and walking in, Sam had just pulled his shirt over his head. He saw you and smirked.

“Hey.” that tone. You couldn’t put a name to it, it was almost sultry yet had no emotion behind it. It was like it wasn’t the real Sam speaking.

You gave a polite nod, extending your arm to hand him some files you had in your hands.

“I interviewed the victs.” you tried to say as casually as you could. But you honestly thought you could be crying and Sam still wouldn’t blink an eyelid.

He took it from you and began reading your notes. Meanwhile your eyes scanned the room, seeing the sheets messy and the way the room still smelt of after-sex. It broke your heart. You turned around and went to the table and began checking your guns to distract yourself, trying to fight back the tears that threatened your eyes.

Sam didn’t have a soul, ofcourse you didn’t know, neither did Sam really. All he knew was he felt better than he ever did. But he still cared for you, not about you, but for you. In the sense of he’d patch you up after a hunt, make sure you weren’t in danger. But all of that was more of routine rather than the honest affection he once had for you.

“These are good, you found anything else out?” he asked as he put the files on the bedside table, waiting for your reply.

You shook your head. “Nope, everything’s there.”

Despite him not having a soul he wasn’t an idiot, he knew every emotion that was coming from you. It was just the case of whether he cared enough to actually deal with it. He approached you, you were facing away still.

“Smart girl like you… and that’s all you found?” his tone was almost condescending, but also questioning. Usually you’d find 10 times more information than you had done.

You froze as you felt his chest lightly brush against your back. Nodding. “Yep.” it was obvious you weren’t actually doing anything, you just kept looking at the guns.

He reached out, placing his hand over yours and moving your hand down to put the gun on the table. His touch wasn’t affectionate and warm like it once was, it was bitter.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

You didn’t know how to react right now, what to say, what to do. None of it. He confused the hell out of you.

“Yeah…” your voice sounding more strained than you’d have liked.

He smirked at the strain in your voice and how tensed you were, he put a hand on your shoulder, slowly moving it down to your elbow and then back up. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to close your eyes for a moment to compose yourself.

“Talk to me…” he said quietly, but his tone wasn’t comforting. It was slightly disturbing.

You hesitated for a moment before finally telling him.

“You were with another woman… again…” you sounded kinda sheepish, you knew you had no place to speak on Sam’s sex life. You weren’t dating, you never had.

He hummed in response, continuing his light movement up and down your arm.

“That bother you, sweetheart?”

“A little…”

He smirked again. Loving the fact he was getting under your skin. He stepped a little closer, causing your thighs to hit the table and his chest press against your chest a little more.

“And whys that?” his quietness along with his touch was driving you insane, creating a heat in your stomach. You hesitated before speaking, your tone had lowered a little to match with his volume.

“Because I… i thought we had something.” you felt like a fool for believing that.

“We do.” he replied simply. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. You went to turn around to face him but he stopped you, placing his free hand on your waist.

“No.. it.” he paused. “It’s easier when i can’t see you…” there was that tone again, that slightly condescending, mocking tone which was also cold as fuck. You were quiet so he could speak.

He lightly ran his thumb across your waist, but again, the touch wasn’t comfort or affection. It was routine. Familiarity of how he knew he once was. He leaned in a little closer, his cheek grazing against the top of your head.

“God… of course we have something.” he paused. “No matter how many women i find myself in bed with… sigh… it’s always you who i’m picturing.”

You were in complete shock. You had wanted this for a while now, but it didn’t feel right. Because this didn’t feel like your Sammy.

He continued, tilting his head so his lips were closer to your ear.

“You’re my favourite toy baby…” he put a small kiss where your ear connected to your head. “I can always come to you…”

You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat. It was starting to get too much, his hands on you, the kiss, his voice.

“Sam I-“ he cut you off.

“Shh… no need to speak. I know what you want.” he was whispering in your ear now, so sensually you felt like you were gonna melt. “I can make you feel so good sweetheart… so good that you’re feeling me for days afterwards.”

He placed another kiss in the same place.

“Only if you let me.” his voice was smooth, gruff. Yet still quiet and gentle. But it was all a show, all a show to get you in bed. A part of you knew that, and a part of you didn’t care.

“I don’t… Sam I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” your voice and the way you were leaning into his touch was completely betraying your words. He chuckled lowly, the hand that was on your arm slid up to your neck. Gripping it with just enough force to make you look up at him.

“You sure about that?”

You were looking at him upside down, his eyes piercing through you. Your breathing getting more laboured by the second.

Fuck.

You shook your head.

A soft and hushed“Please…” escaped your mouth, you needed Sam. Badly.

He smirked before spinning you around and gripping your waist with both hands, his face so close to yours his nose was grazing against yours. He looked into your eyes, he could see how hungry you were for him but he could also see the slight hesitation. He sighed softly, moving one hand up to cup the side of your head.

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared..?”

You looked up at him, your eyes glowing with need. But there was also a small, barely even noticeable pout there. You shook your head.

“This… you don’t feel like the real you,” you paused. “You’re different.”

He nodded, he didn’t have the capability to get angry at you for saying that since he didn’t have a soul.

“You still wanna get fucked by me though… don’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him if you tried. You nodded, causing him to smirk.

“And I will… my pretty girl.”

He then picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to kiss you. There was nothing behind the kiss though, only a mission. And that mission was to fuck you. Not to make love.

He threw you down on the bed and began taking his clothes off. You lay there still for a moment until beginning to take your own clothes off, breathlessly. Once you’d both taken all your clothes off you let your eyes trail down his body, god he was huge. He took his dick in his hand and moved it across his length a few times before pushing your legs up until your knees hit your shoulders and hovering over you.

He began kissing you again, shoving his tongue down your throat causing you to moan. He was about to push inside you until you stopped him.

“Condom?” you said breathlessly, you’d noticed just in time he hadn’t put one on.

He smirked and chuckled lowly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Thought you wanted the real me?”

You could’ve sworn your brain short circuited at that. You turned your head and joined your lips together. And then finally, he pushed inside your wet hole until his hips touched yours.

You arched your back and your eyes rolled back, moaning and gasping as he pushed inside.

“Oh my- fuckk!” you moaned out incoherently.

He groaned in your ear, you were so tight and wet for him. He began thrusting in you, going as deep as he possibly could.

You were already a mess, moaning his name like a fucking prayer. Your nails dug into his back so hard you were sure you’d make him bleed.

The pain added to the pleasure for him, he began going harder but keeping the same pace he always had done. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to please a woman. And that what you were, just another woman to please.

“You feel so good… fuck-“ he groaned into your ear, he wasn’t lying. You did feel insane to him. Your mouth was opened from moaning so he took the chance to stick two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling them around and causing you to gag a little. He then slid his hand down to your throbbing clit and began rubbing you in circles which made you clench around him.

It felt too good, you couldn’t even speak, couldn’t think straight. He was gonna make you cum. He looked down at you, seeing your sex face made him wanna fuck you even harder.

“Cmon.. cmon cum for me baby… i know you want to i can feel it.”

You followed his exact order, biting down on his shoulder as you finally came. He pulled out just in time before unloading on your stomach. Like stated, he wasn’t an idiot, he didn’t wanna have a pregnancy on his hands.

You were absolutely spent, you could still feel him. He’d left an indent inside you forever. You pushed yourself you a little so you were sat up, running two of your fingers across your stomach where his cum was before sucking on them same fingers, your eyes not daring to leave his.

He looked down at you, he smirked. It was odd. You were almost positive that would’ve turned him on enough for a second round. But it didn’t, he took your chin between his fingers and leaned in.

“Don’t be such a slut.” he said in a bitter whisper, putting his clothes back on.

Those words must’ve rang in your head a million times. You felt ashamed, embarrassed, disgusted. You’d just had sex with Sam knowing there was this coldness about him. You grabbed the sheets and wiped his load off you before putting your clothes back on, on the verge of tears.

Once you’d both put your clothes back on he went over to his laptop and sat at the table, he looked over at you, you were still sat on the edge of the bed. Looking slightly shell shocked.

“You just gonna sit there all day or you gonna help me?” he said coldly.

You hated him for this. He’d tricked you well into believing he actually gave a fuck. But he didn’t, to him you were just another toy. Which was very obvious now.

You stood and walked to sit facing him, looking through some books.

Pretending like nothing happened.

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i love soulless sam lowkey.

[ch6sos]

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

[ch6sos]

I BEG OF U MY GLORIOUS QUEEN IF YOU WANT

do one where reader rides sam during stanford era.... like he was studying in bed while theres parties going on! but he got a luhhh distracted and stuff by them ... make him like a little subby :333 whimper pls whimpering PLEASEEE

OMG ABSOLUTELY absolutely absolutely!!! I hope this is up to your expectations, I saw this request and immediately had to bc I love standford sam!! enjoy :3 tysm for the request again!! <3 (also when you meant by little subby..i kinda got carried away and made him a sub mess...sorry if you didn't want that 💔)

The air in Sam’s dorm room was thick with the scent of stale coffee and frustration. Outside, Stanford’s finals week was in full swing—music blared from nearby rooms, people shouted in the halls, and somewhere down the hallway, someone was laughing way too loudly for 1 AM.

Sam groaned, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. His big exam—the one that could make or break his semester—was in less than twelve hours, and he was not ready. Not even close. He had been hunched over his textbooks for hours, highlighters strewn across his bed, notes scribbled in frantic, half-legible handwriting. But every time he tried to focus, another burst of noise shattered his concentration.

He exhaled sharply, tossing his pen onto the bed. Maybe if he just—

Knock knock.

A soft, familiar rhythm.

That’s where you came in.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him with a smirk. “You’re gonna burn out if you don’t take a break, Sam.” He barely glanced up, rubbing his temples. “Can’t. Gotta get through this last chapter.”

You pushed off the door and sauntered over, your fingers trailing along the mattress before settling up on his shoulder. “Mm, I think what you need is to relax. C'mon let me help..” Sam exhaled sharply, his resolve already crumbling. “I—I really shouldn’t…” You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “You’re thinking too much.” Your hand slid down his chest, lower, lower—until his breath hitched. “Let me take care of you sammy. ”

That was all it took.

In one swift motion, you were in his lap, grinding down as his books clattered to the floor. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Fuck,” he gasped, head falling back as you grinded against him. You smirked, undoing his belt with practiced ease. Soon enough, his jeans were shoved down his thighs, his cock straining against his boxers. You palmed him through the fabric, relishing the way his hips jerked up, desperate for friction. “Please,” Sam whimpered, his voice wrecked already. “Please what?” You teased, finally freeing him, stroking him slow and torturous. He whined, fingers tightening on your hips. “Need you—fuck—need you to ride me.”

You didn’t make him beg twice.

Sinking down onto him in one smooth motion, you moaned at the stretch, the way he filled you so perfectly. Sam’s head dropped forward, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he panted, trembling beneath you.“That’s it,” you purred, rolling your hips, taking him deep. “Just let go.”

Sam's breath hitched as you rose up slowly, savoring the drag of his cock inside you before sinking back down with a filthy, wet sound. His fingersdug into your hips hard enough to bruise, his thighs trembling beneath you as he fought the urge to buck up into that tight, delicious heat.

"F-fuck-you feel-oh god-" His words dissolved into a broken whimper as you rolled your hips, grinding against him in slow, deliberate circles. The way he fell apart beneath you--whimpering, pleading, his cock twitching inside you-only made you more relentless. You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, "You gonna come already, Sammy? Just from this?"

He shook his head frantically, but his body betrayed him--his stomach clenched, his cock pulsing as he struggled to hold back. "N-no, please-wanna make you feel good first-" His voice was wrecked, desperate and you couldn't help but smirk "you needed this stress relief didn't you?" you murmured, picking up the pace, slamming down onto him with enough force to make his back arch off the bed.

Sam's hands flew to your waist gripping like a lifeline as you rode him hard, the slap of skin echoing in the room. His breath came in ragged gasps, his lips parted in a silent plea, his entire body wound tight like a bowstring. Every time you clenched around him, he let out a broken whine,his hips stuttering up to meet yours.

"m'c-close--so close--" he choked out, his fingers trembling against your skin.

You slowed just enough to watch him unravel-his flushed cheeks his damp forehead pressed against your shoulder, the way his throat worked as he swallowed back another whimper. "Look at me," you ordered, and when his hazy, lust-blown eyes met yours, you rolled your hips in a slow, torturous grind.

The sight of him-undone, wrecked, completely at your mercy--sent a thrill through you. You rolled your hips in a slow, torturous grind, savoring the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers dug into your waist like he was trying to anchor himself.

"P-please-"he gasped, his voice breaking, his hips twitching up helplessly, seeking more friction more of you. His lips were parted, swollen from biting back his noises and his chest heaved with every shallow, needy breath. You could feel him trembling beneath you, every muscle taut with restraint, his thighs shaking where they bracketed yours.

"Please what?" you murmured, dragging a thumb over his lower lip, watching as his tongue darted out instinctively, chasing the touch, sucking, licking softly. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, his entire being reduced to raw, aching want.

"Please-let me-I can't-" His words dissolved into a broken moan as you shifted just slightly, the new angle wringing a desperate sound from his throat. His back arched off the bed,desperate for release.

You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your voice a dark, teasing whisper. "Come for me, Sam. Let go."

that's all it took.

Sam's mouth fell open in a silent cry, his cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled over with a shuddering gasp. His entire body went taut, then limp, his head lolling back against the bed as he panted, utterly spent.

And let's just say..he did not go back to studying for the rest of the night..luckily he passed the exam the next day, and you made sure to reward him.

© gh0stlightss . ゜・

@regretdean

[ch6sos]

my pet .

that's all i have to say.

꒰ ⊹ ₊ ⋆ MDNI - » nsfw ♡ smut ꒱

── .✦ sub!sam winchester, puppy!play - (aka pet!play) dom!femreader (no use of y/n), kneeling, collar mentions, praise k!nk + a bit of a degradation, a little bit of choking, humiliation, cunnilingus, hair pulling, established relationship. (probably missed a few) ‹𝟹

✦ wordcount : 1,115 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

You never thought you'd see the day.

Sam Winchester, someone who was gentle, kind, responsible, who literally saved the world millions of times. Was now kneeling at your feet with a leather collar around his neck, his hazel eyes looking up at you with submission.

But here he was.

The bunker was quiet tonight, just the two of you in the dim glow of the library's lamps. Dean was out on a hunt, and you'd taken the opportunity to indulge in something... different with Sam.

You circled him slowly, fingers trailing along his broad shoulders. And he couldn't help but shiver under your touch, but didn't move, because he knew, because he had been well-trained by now.

"Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" you murmured, your hand sneaking up lightly to grip his hair, tilting his head back with a harsh pull. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you sam?" you murmured, your voice sweet, and so gentle - just how he liked it.

Sam's breath hitched looking up at you through a hazy gaze. "Yes, ma'am." He spoke softly a gentle whiny tone coming out this throat. And you couldn't help but smirk. He loved this--being told what to do, praised when he obeyed. And you loved seeing him reduced to a needy, eager pet.

Tugging lightly on the leash attached to his collar, you guided him to follow you to the small couch in the library. He moved on all fours, his muscles flexing under his flannel, and the sight made your stomach tighten.

You sat down softly, tugging at his collar lightly. "Up," you ordered, patting your lap. Sam hesitated for just a second - he was always a little shy. He leaned his head softly before resting it on your thigh. You stroked his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp and a low, contented rumble escaped his throat, almost like a purr, like an eager puppy searching for affection and more of your touch.

"Who do you belong to, Sam..hm?" you asked, voice firm as you looked down at him. His answer was immediate. "You." "That's right." You tugged the leash again, just enough to make him gasp "Such a good, obedient boy..aren't you sammy?"

His cheeks flushed, and he nuzzled against against your leg, seeking more affection. How pathetic. You rewarded him with soft praise, "Yes baby you are so good for me.." you cooed, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, up to his cheek softly. And he looked up, his pupils blown wide like a puppy, lips slightly parted begging to be kissed.

"Look at you," you murmured your fingers dragging down from his cheek to his neck before you softly wrapped your hand around his perfect throat, his adam's apple bobbing under your touch. "Look at you, you look so fucking pathetic." you mused applying a bit of pressure against his throat, before dragging the tip of your boot along his inner thigh. "A desperate little thing, crawling at my feet." you continued. A whine escaped his throat, but he didn't deny it. He couldn't. Not when his cock was straining against his jeans just from the sound of your sweet voice.

You continued to grip his throat just a bit tighter "You're pathetic like this, you know that?" Sam's breath hitched. "Yes, ma'am." He said through a strained voice "But you love it, don't you?" You mused as you slowly untangled your hand from his throat to run it up and press your thumb against his bottom lip, smearing the spit there before you slowly slid it inside his pretty mouth, sam eagerly took it, sucking on it, his tongue wrapping around it like he had many times before. "You love being my pet. My whore. Don't you puppy?" He shuddered, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "yes...yes I'm your whore" He spoke, your thumb still between his lips, still sucking like a needy little slut and he was... - You smirked. "Then beg." And oh, did he beg. "Please," Sam gasped, his voice wrecked and whiny. "Please, ma'am-need your touch, need you- please..please I need you" and you couldn't help but reward him with a sharp tug on the leash, pulling him flush against you. "Good boy." You removed your thumb from his eager mouth and sam couldn't help but whine at the loss. Exhaling sharply, his hips twitching. He was so hard - you could see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans "Please," he breathed, voice rough. "Please what?" He swallowed, his throat working under the collar. "Please, ma'am."

"Better.' You fisted a hand in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan. "I think you can do more than that, can't you?" His breath hitched as you pulled him closer, your thigh brushing against his chest. "Show me how much you want it."

And sam didn't hesitate. He nuzzled against your leg, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, his teeth grazing against the fabric of your pants. His hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to touch but knew better than to move without permission, "Good boy" you praised, tightening your grip in his hair. "Now, take these off." You tapped your foot against his knee.

Sam's eyes widened, but he obeyed, his hands slowly coming to take your pants off. "Use your teeth." you spoke before he leaned down to grip the hem of your panties between his teeth, tugging them down slowly, his eyes focused on you. His hot breath ghosted over your skin and once they were off, you watched him as he panted, his lips wet, his cock visibly throbbing uncomfortably now.

"Hands behind your back," you ordered. He complied instantly, and you gave the leash a sharp tug. "You've been so good..I think you've earned a reward."

You leaned forward against the edge of the sofa. And his chest heaved at at the sight of your bare wet cunt just inches away from him. Sam groaned, his hips bucking up and moving closer instinctively. "Ah-ah," you chided, pulling the collar, "Did I say you could move?" His jaw clenched, but he shook his head, his whole body trembling with restraint. "Please--please, let me taste you. Let me make you feel good." He whined his voice wrecked already.

And that is all it took for you to pull him by the collar harshly till he was between your plush thighs. One hand reaching out to fist his hair. "C'mon sammy show me how much you need me." and his tongue finally-finally-dragged through your folds lapping greedily at you cunt like a starved puppy. And he loved every second of it.

⌞OMG hey guysss I wanted to thank you guys so much for the recent love in my sub!sam post!!! it was my first post on tumblr and it got so much attention, so for that thank you !! ˆᗜˆ I wrote another sub!sam post because I love him so much.. and to thank you guys (he loves petplay and literally no one can tell me otherwise..) anyways thank you so muchhhh ‹𝟹⌝ also ib by my own edit lol

sdt to my wife @mournjane ﹒⌗﹒🦇 ˚₊‧

[ch6sos]

yeah.

It’s april fools, it doesn’t count ᥫ᭡

summary you and sam can’t be together in this life. but it’s april fools, nothing counts… right? inspired by this chenford scene.

content warnings unprotected p!v, soft!dom sam, oral sex (f), fwb (but they’re in love), praise, pet names (AFAB), dirty talk, munch!sam, cops almost getting called, a small bit of plot, + more.

pairing hunter!sam x hunter!reader

wc 1.2k

notes made for val, val, and val only. enjoy!!

being a hunter had a lot of rules, but the most common one was: Never get attached. In the life, it just made you an easier target. Your loved one could get hurt or worse, and neither you or sam could afford that.

today was april fools though, which means nothing counts. right?

it had been too long since you last saw each other, sam knew you weren’t one to stay ‘til morning, even after hours of being tangled up in each other between the sheets - hours of constant research, fighting. you both couldn’t stay too long, that was common knowledge you both held. but you planned on staying this time, at least for another night.

once inside the room, he kicked the door shut behind you. locking it quietly so neither of you were to be disturbed, especially not by a drunken dean. you barely had the minute to take in the room, sam’s lips slotting against yours so messily. his kisses are needy, hungry, and desperate. something you had longed to feel for so long now.

“i missed you.. s’ much, honey.” he managed out between rushed kisses and heavy breaths. you just moaned in response, allowing him to bite and suck at your bottom lip. your feet losing balance as you hit the edge of the bed.

your fingers were slightly shaking as you tugged at the hem of his gray t-shirt, a different attire than the usual flannel he wore. sam parted just long enough to tug the fabric over his head, before he dived back down to pull you into another searing kiss. he knew your body so well, he could feel your heat seeping through his jeans. you wore a nightgown just for this, fuck… all he had to do was pull it up.

big hands clawed at your thighs, pulling them to the edge of the bed as he knelt. he pushed the silk up within moments, revealing your cotton panties. the fact you hadn’t even prepared that well, just threw a sweet gown over your body — it turned him on even more.

you could feel his fingertips dancing along the hem of your panties before pulling them to the side, your pink folds glistening with arousal. he didn’t even need to ask. because he knew who it was for. who it was always for. he dragged a finger up your slit, collecting your slickness as if it was the finest ambrosia. not letting a single drop go to waste.

“fuck, i missed this pretty pussy. always waiting for me, right baby?” you could practically hear the shit-eating grin he had plastered on his lips, but you could only manage a broken whimper. “please.. sam, it’s been too long. You know it has.”

the minute his lips latched onto your clit, you let out a sob. with one hand searching for something to hold onto, the other clawed at the sheet next to you. sam groaned into your pussy, flicking the bundle with his tongue as he teased your entrance with two digits. he worked them inside of you, his second hand lifting up to place a thumb on your pearl as he then moved to lap at your slit. he wasn’t being precise, he was being uncoordinated. like he had been starved and you were the only thing left in the fridge, he felt as if it was needed to use two hands to devour you whole.

he lapped up everything you offered, the obscene sound filling the room left you in shambles. you were gushing on his tongue in seconds, screaming his name as if it was the only thing you’d ever known. luckily, no one in the motel called the cops because surely anyone sane would’ve.

sam lifted his head up eventually, his face was soaked. your arousal painting his chin all the way to his nose, not that he was complaining though. “god, look at you.. so beautiful.” his voice was laced with awe. your vision was slightly blurred for a few moments but you could hear the metal clinking of his belt. he was undoing his jeans. you hadn’t realized how much you really ached to feel him until now.

once he got his trousers off, he leaned forward just enough for you to peel his boxers off. “i missed you, missed feeling you.” you murmured, placing a soft kiss to the fabric of his boxers. he could never get enough of how innocent you seemed when you did that, you were just perfect.

sam’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your skin tenderly. “you know i miss you. all the time, sweetheart. wish you were with me every single day.” he truly meant it. he hated this life, hated being away from you. he hated never knowing if you were okay, if you were safe. he wanted to bask in this moment, he wanted to store this memory in his head, locked away for only him to see.

once you peeled his boxers off, you laid back despite wanting to touch him - god, you wanted to touch him so bad - but you needed him inside of you.

sam steadied himself above you, placing soft kisses in the crook of your neck as he aligned himself with your cunt. just one touch of you and the tip of his cock was glistening. without warning, he pushed into you with a guttural moan. your mouth fell agape, a breathless sigh escaping from your parted lips. “fuck, you squeeze me so tight, baby.. perfect fuckin’ pussy, shit..” the words came out more of a whine than the tone he’d usually aim for. he was drowning in your cunt, stretching you wide — so fucking perfect.

the tip of your nails were a nice sting, he’d endured so much in pain in his life but none was ever this goddamn pleasurable. he couldn’t help it, he had to move.

he snapped his hips, slamming against your cervix in just one thrust as he filled you whole. he didn’t have to try, just one thrust had his cock pressing against your most deepest spot. he knew he was going fast, so goddamn rough but he needed it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. every. time.

Sam could make you cry so effortlessly, fucking you stupid with his dick just enough to make a tear slip. He was pounding into you like some savage, the bedframe slammed against the wall. His stamina was unmatched, everything about him was better than any other man you’d been with. And honestly, he’d made you forget a lot of them.

“‘m sorry, honey.. can’t help it, you know i love this pussy. Takes me so well every time, y’know that? you know how perfect this pussy is for me?” his voice was strained, you took away his breath just as much as he did yours. you looked so blissed out, so wanton beneath him - he couldn’t get enough of you.

“sammy, i-“ he pressed a kiss to your lips, swallowing your sounds greedily. his fingers stroked your hair, just letting you know he was there. even as he fucked you into oblivion.

you felt your airways cut as he pushed you closer, white starting to cloud your vision. “cum, cum on my cock, okay? be a good girl, soak the sheets f’ me. you can do it.. i’m right here, cum on it, sweet girl.” your body was trembling from the stimulation, your clit throbbing to the point you thought you’d explode. he held you against him all through it, fucked his cock into your spasming cunt over and over.

you could feel his lips pressed against your skin, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he mumbled curses. “so good, so good.. i got you, i got you, sweetie…”

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BROWN CARHARTT JACKET SAM SAVE MEEEEE

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I MISS THEM SO MUCH MY HAINANA

the stillness of peace

ʚSPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 120ɞ

synopsis : a HaiNana reunion in the afterlife

wc : 2646

It wasn’t as silent and empty as Kento thought it would be and even though he was alone he didn’t really feel lonely. Though, he’s not sure what he was expecting, exactly. What the afterlife would be like. He never really knew if he believed what Gojo or Yaga chanted like a mantra. Whether or not you would truly die alone despite all the people that surrounded you in life or if there wasn’t a single person that died without regret. At this point in time… he was feeling pretty good despite facing the unknown.

One thing he didn’t expect was the warmth. The way the sun would heat his skin enough for him to sigh in content, a comforting contrast from the cold that kissed his skin as the blood drained from his body during his last moments. How good it would feel to crane his neck up to the clear blue sky, letting the light seep through his closed eyelids as he listened to the waves crash in the distance, rippling to nip at his ankles before retreating back to the sea. His eyes fell to his bare feet, watching himself sink into the sand as the ocean beckoned him to come closer.

“Oh, Nanami!” A bright voice called out to him in surprise. It overflowed with happiness– youth– and for a split second a breath caught in Kento’s throat, his chest filling with panic at the thought of Itadori following him too soon. He whipped around, the breeze snaking through the slack in his uncharacteristic vacation polo, wrapping around him like a warm hug. The embodiment of comfort massaging at his scalp as his bangs tickled his cheeks.

He was met with big, brown eyes glowing like embers in the sun’s rays.

It made him breathless, somehow feeling a dull thud in his chest despite his flatlined heart.

“Haibara…” It came from his lips like a sigh, the name slipping off his tongue like he needed it to breathe.

A soft ‘wah’ accompanied a gummy smile. “You really grew up!” Haibara cooed, his eyes scanning Nanami’s body, amazed by the width of Kento’s shoulders and the extra centimeters he’d gained in the last few years of adolescence he never got to see. Yu’s laughter filled his ears like fragile popping bubbles as he teased Kento about how weird it was to see him in such an obnoxiously loud shirt and how he always thought that Nanami’s hair would look better parted on the other side, especially with shorter bangs. A comment on how handsome Nanami grew up to be falling on distracted ears.

He hadn’t aged a day, Nanami couldn’t help but notice. Haibara’s dark strands were still as messy and unkempt as they were the last time he’d seen him, every single smile line around his eyes in the exact same place.

“You’re still wearing that old thing?” Kento couldn’t stop himself from interrupting, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached to pinch at the black fabric of Haibara’s school uniform.

“I wanted you to recognize me when we finally met again,” Yu smiled teasingly as he watched Nanami rub the cloth between the pads of his fingers.

“Like I could forget,” he whispered, words laced with a fond sort of sadness. He spent every day for the past twelve years thinking about Haibara, treating him like he was the rising sun every single morning.

Nanami’s arm fell limp at his side as he truly took in the boy in front of him. It was so nostalgic that Kento couldn’t completely believe that he did enough good while he was living to earn something so wonderful in the afterlife. His tongue darted against his bottom lip as he searched for the right words to say, the words he’d rehearsed over and over again in his head as he watched Geto drape a light cloth over Haibara’s lifeless body. He wanted to say he was sorry. That he wished they could’ve grown up together. He wanted to tell him that he was angry. How he lived every day wondering if Yu was doomed from the very beginning, how he concluded that he must’ve been because the world was too dirty and rotten for a pure soul like Yu’s to thrive. He wanted to tell him all of that, but the words died on his tongue, the only thing filling his thoughts were the words he never got to say, ‘I love–’.

“Those must be heavy, huh?” Haibara hummed, staring at the brown satchel that hung heavy on Kento’s shoulder.

Ashen brows furrowed as he realized its presence, heaving it into his hands before his expression softened. It was filled to the brim with books that had collected dust on the countless shelves in his apartment, novels he wasted money on with the empty promise that he’d read them once he escaped sorcerer life.

That’s right.

This wasn’t a place where he had to worry anymore. He didn’t need to carry the burden of the curses that used to haunt him.

He’d realized then that he’d seen this place before. In a magazine he picked up out of boredom at the supermarket while he waited for the old woman in front of him to fish out exact change from her coin purse. He bought it because of one single page. A full spread where giant rocks peeked above clear water and a forest full of green blended into the horizon. The perfect retirement spot where he’d build a house and settle down.

“I don’t suppose I have a property here, do I?”

Haibara smiled from ear to ear, his arms spreading in a dramatic display, “Welcome to your front yard!” And there was that bubbly laugh again. It reminded Kento of those sticky summer nights when it was too hot to fall asleep. He glared at the ceiling, his eyes straining in the dark to see… something… anything. He’d tried so desperately to remember Yu’s smile then. The way his eyes creased and his nose scrunched. Years ago he’d already forgotten what Haibara smelled like. It didn’t come to his nose out of the blue anymore, understandably. The nose was weak to memory. A few years after that, on a similar muggy night, he'd realized he'd forgotten the tone of his laugh. The way it'd ring in his ears like bells on Christmas morning. Once he became aware of what he’d lost he tried so desperately to burn his best friend’s smile into every wrinkle of his brain. Now it was right in front of him.

“You can grumble to your subconscious if it’s not to your liking,” Yu teased, nudging his thumb to the house off in the distance behind him.

Nanami wasn’t sure if this was exactly what he had in mind. A one story, open concept with a rust colored roof. He never truly envisioned being here, the thought passing through his mind like deciding what color socks to wear on any given day.

The wood felt nice against the soles of his bare feet as they walked up a short flight of stairs to end up right in the middle of the living room, the walls few but plenty as they were adorned floor to ceiling with packed shelves.

“You weren’t too lonely, were you?” Kento grunted softly as he watched Yu plop onto the couch with the same heft as his bag.

“I had my own paradise, you know? I was actually hoping that you wouldn’t kick the bucket this early, but I guess with our line of work ten years is plenty,” Yu snorted, replying absentmindedly before his eyes widened, wiggling his eyebrows at the taller man when he’d noticed that most of the titles were of the romance genre.

“And you decided to come here?” It came out habitually like all the times he’d scolded Itadori. He took a seat beside him, melting into the sofa. The first time in a long, long time he let himself truly relax.

“It wasn’t really planned. Well, it was.” Haibara hummed thoughtfully, shifting until he found a comfortable position. “I decided I wanted to take a trip, see the world… and I ended up here,” he shrugged, tossing a book onto Kento’s stomach as he cracked one open for himself.

“Coincidentally in my paradise?” Nanami nudged his elbow into Haibara’s side, repeating the term he’d used to describe this realm.

“Coincidentally,” Yu agreed with a chiming laugh. “Now let’s get to reading, there’s even more in the study.” He motioned to some unknown area of the house. “Lucky that all your paychecks didn’t go to waste since all your possessions just follow you, huh?” Nanami snorted at that. He’d long since acknowledged that money was his main drive. His focus so tunneled on making enough money so he could run away from sorcery life that he’d forgotten the end goal. He didn’t realize how much he’d actually spent on books he promised himself to read when he retired, a huff leaving his nose with the realization that this collection contributed to the paychecks that always managed to fall short. Now, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He sucked in a deep breath as he listened to the soft creak of the hardcover he was peeling open, his shoulders slumping as he immersed himself into the fantasy on the page. They sat in silence, soft breaths falling into a syncopated rhythm with crisp page turns. The sun set slowly in front of them, casting an orange light against their faces before Haibara heaved himself up out of his comfortable position to flick on a few lights, settling down much closer to Kento when he returned.

When he was alive Nanami never had the time to read as much as he wanted. Truthfully, it was a bit tiring reading for pleasure, especially when he’d been in the same position long enough for the moonlight to seep in, his eyes now straining in a darkness that was a little less lonely. He closed his book quietly, letting his head fall back against the firm cushion as he took in the foreign silence. One where he didn’t have to worry about what he had to do tomorrow or the annoying little low grade curses that would buzz around every so often. He could just… sit and get used to the stillness that came with peace. It was… odd. The closest he’d ever come to this feeling was the restless boredom that came to him on nights where he was too tired to move, but his brain was too active to sleep. It was different this time, though. There was a sense of satisfaction. Like he could sit like this for hours without his pessimism nagging in the back of his mind. He let his eyes flutter closed, accepting the calm air around them, unaware of how he drifted towards Haibara until the particles around him buzzed at the radiating disturbance.

“I didn’t expect the afterlife to be so warm,” Kento finally aired his thoughts, his book abandoned on the cushion beside him as he looked down to where their arms were just a hair’s distance away. Yu’s skin emitted a comfortable heat, his cropped blazer having been hung against the back of the couch long enough for Kento to have just noticed. Nanami turned onto his side, watching Haibara’s round eyes scan the page, the moon illuminating his soft features. He’d realized then that he could be braver than he was when he was a teenager and he couldn’t help himself from reaching out to cup Yu’s face in his hand. Tearing his friend’s attention from the book, he was momentarily uncaring of whether or not Haibara wanted to finish a paragraph before giving him his full attention.

In the reflection of dark, brown eyes came a chuckle that reverberated through his chest. One that he himself hadn’t heard since he was a teenager, it shook his ribs and tickled his throat. His paradise began to click into place. He felt overgrown bangs tickle his jaw, his cheeks growing a little fuller, skin a little less aged as he stared at the spitting image of his high school-self in Yu’s eyes. The uncomfortable school uniform now clinging to his drastically smaller form.

“I missed you.” It was confident, decisive. He leaned in close, resting his forehead against Haibara’s. “Grow up with me,” he breathed out, eyes closing softly as he envisioned his paradise being one where he could make up for lost time starting right when his youth had been taken from him.

He felt Yu’s body jump with gentle chuckles, “I sure would love to see your adult self again.”

It tugged Kento’s lips into a thin smile. “I don’t think paradise would give us enough despairs to accumulate,” He joked, tipping his hat to the motto he followed in the living world, dragging his arm down to loop it around Haibara’s waist, pulling him close so that they were back to chest.

“Considering the fact that you’re seventeen again, I think anything’s possible,” Yu hummed, drifting deeper into Nanami’s chest with a sort of natural intimacy they never had back then. Haibara’s feelings were seemingly mutual. Kento didn’t feel the need to confess anything, not right then at least.

They spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, their chests rising in sync, even down to the way their shoulders jumped with soft fits of laughter. When Nanami was alive he believed that the world he’d lived in was dull and boring, tedious, but now he was speaking of his experiences like they were funny anecdotes you would find online.

“He actually reminds me a lot of you. So young, excited. Even the way you both say my name. I just about died again before I realized it was you calling for me earlier today. I would’ve smacked him so hard that it would’ve revived him back into the living world if he actually did end up here.” Kento chuckled fondly.

“But he’s got it, right?” For a split second Nanami’s eyes widened, Haibara taking the words straight out of his mind that he had trouble deciphering whether or not it came from his own lips.

Kento nodded his head, swallowing thickly, “He’s got it.”

“Good, that means there won’t be anyone bothering us for a long while. Maybe I could show you my paradise.” Yu turned to him with a blinding smile, smooth fingers tucking Kento’s bangs behind his ears. His heart knocked so loudly he’d almost forgotten how to breathe. It would’ve been nice to know that they were this compatible when they were both alive, the thought creeping into the back of Nanami’s mind before he waved them off in favor of taking advantage of the time they had now. He leaned in, sliding his palm against Yu’s forehead to push his choppy fringe up and out of the way. Ignoring how Yu stilled as he planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type,” Kento poked when he pulled away, his thumb running against Haibara’s plump cheek, massaging the muscle that was presumably exceptionally sore with all the smiling he’d done in the last few hours. The brunette tucked himself under Nanami’s chin, nuzzling into his boney chest, his confession coming out as mutually as Kento’s.

“Hey, I went a decade without you. It’s my turn to have you all to myself.”

“As long as we can get out of these god awful clothes. They have clothing stores here, right? I may be seventeen again, but I still have the fashion sense of an adult now.” Laughter filled the air, the only thing Nanami would ever allow to disturb their stillness of peace.

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it is CANON Nanami is in NO way related to yuji.

it is CANON Nanami and yuji see eachother as BROTHERS.

it is CANON Nanami is TO YOUNG to be yujis dad.

this is really not that serious if i'm being honest 😭 my papamin work is simply fiction and how i view nanami and yujis relationship. it is not canon they see eachother as brothers and if you look at their relationship in the manga as well as the anime you can see that their relationship was not "brotherly" like and more like nanami was a mentor/father figure to yuji. i know he isn't related to yuji, this is a HEADCANON, which happens in fandoms, by the way. you don't have to come here into my asks stating the obvious it's literally my headcanon and it's literally fanfiction.

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THIS IS SO BASED AS A NERD + A NERD CONNOISSEUR.

nerd nanami supremacy

Nerd Reader x Nerd Nanami = smart power couple

you and kento were sitting at a corner table on a café, your eyes glued on your notebook, fingers fiddling with your pen.

“you’re so focused, working on how to divide zero now?” kento chuckles as he leans back.

“haha, very funny. if could divide zero, i’d be solving the world’s fundamental problems, not this stupid equation.” you huff.

you were preparing for an upcoming exam and you thought about inviting kento to study with you.

because why not, right?

“there’s beauty in the paradox of diving by zero, maybe you should just stop looking for the answer and let the question be.” he shruggs.

“so, you’re saying that i should just stop solving and just appreciate it? will that get me a passing grade?” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“pretty much. though, to be fair, i get it. numbers don’t offer room for interpretation. but language—language is fluid. it can mean whatever you want it to mean... have you thought about math as a language?” kento suggests taking his drink and sipping a little.

“sure, math is a language. but it’s a language about rules. it’s all about structure and logic.” you refute, looking back at your messy math notes.

“if you look at it this way, math is a kind of poetry. just like a metaphor works in finding the unexpected connection between two things—math finds connections between numbers. patterns show up and suddenly something new appears where there was nothing before.” setting his cup down as he looked at you.

“you’re starting to sound like those motivational quotes that you find imprinted on the side of a coffee cup. you have a point, though i don’t think i’m gonna start writing sonnets about theorems anytime soon...” you laugh softly, scribbling nonsense on your notebook.

“i’ll take that as a win. i think you could give shakespeare a run for his money if you ever wrote a poem about prime numbers.”

“‘shall i compare thee to an irrational number? thou art infinite and never repeating…’” you say sarcastically.

“hey, don’t knock it until you try it. you could write a whole epic poem on pythagoras and his theorem, i guarantee it would have a bigger following than every other poems.” kento leans back on the chair again.

“yeah, yeah. you’re distracting me! go read whatever shenanigans you’re reading, you’re making me lose focus!” you lightly slap his shoulders.

nothing could beat moments like this, just you and him—throwing playful banters against one another.

and you did end up passing your test! but you’re not sure if you’re still gonna invite kento anytime soon knowing that he’s just gonna go off and talk about things that you really can’t comprehend...

who are you kidding? of course you’d invite him either way...

an: english isn’t my first language so this made my head hurt, i think i drained my brain juice and idrk how i’d portray this type of trope so i just went w it 😿 + i believe that kento is a english literature poem stuff kind of guy and becomes a yapper when that’s the topic, you can’t change my mind .

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if nerd!yuta existed Id search the entire world For Him.

nerd!yuta who first sees you in the hallway on his way to class on a random Tuesday. He always takes the same route to class every day yet he’s never seen you before. You must be a transfer, who are you? When did you switch to his school?And why were you so beautiful?

nerd!yuta who picks up the pace during passing period in between classes just so he can catch a glimpse of you again. Taking more time to study your features. How his eyes light up when you walk past him and his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. How could he possibly miss somebody so gorgeous who walks past him every day? How could he not admire you?

nerd!yuta who thinks this might be his destiny when you switch into his seventh period English class. Whose eyes light up seeing you walk into class and sit two tables away from him. Yuta who has to shove his face into a book to hide his excitement.

nerd!yuta who finds his best friend Inumaki seeking advice on how to talk to you without embarrassing himself Infront of you. Yuta who then realizes inumaki doesn’t have the greatest advice and ends up turning to Maki for advice instead.

nerd!yuta who finally gets the courage to speak to you after class after complimenting a book you were reading, claiming it was one of his “favorites.” He has to hide his joy when he sees you smile and thank him before talking about the book a bit yourself. Yuta who smiles wide even though he’s never read the book before.

nerd!yuta who goes out of his way to not only buy the book you were reading, but ends up reading the whole series. His mind wandering to being able to talk with you endlessly about everything that happened in the series.

nerd!yuta who gets paired up with you for a project and he nearly jumps for joy finally having an opportunity to talk to you privately. Even getting a chance to sit next to you during class. Was he dreaming? Was this really his reality?

nerd!yuta who ends up going to your house to help finish the project and you both get caught up talking and laughing through the whole night. Yuta who can’t help but smile because this is the first time he brushed off an assignment and didn’t sit in solitude finishing a group assignment by himself in one night.

nerd!yuta who always waves at you in the hallways when he sees you. Always finding a way to talk to you during class even if it’s just for a split second. He can’t help but adore every time your eyes meet his and you smile back at him. His cheeks heating up as he has to turn away before he turns red

nerd!yuta who finally builds up the courage to confess to you. His fingers fidgeting as he blurts out a really cheesy but sweet confession. His words mumbling due to his embarrassment and is completely caught off guard when you say you like him to. His face going completely red before a small sheepish smile makes it way onto his features when he fully registers your words.

nerd!yuta who may be a complete dork but he’s okay with that since now he’s your dork.

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it's all over the screen

nanami mhm mhm yeah yes mhm mhm

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a/n: this is mainly for black gender neutral readers or those with coily/curly hair but anyone can read :)

Whenever Kento wants to learn something new, he devotes his entire time to it. No, seriously. People around him often ask how he manages to master so many skills, or they gape in awe when they see him in action, because it always looks like he’s a natural. But the truth is, Kento practices—endlessly.

Take cooking, for example. He wasn’t always good at it. His parents were the first to teach him about the importance of basic household skills—especially cooking. They told him, "If you want to survive in the real world, you need to know how to take care of yourself, and cooking is essential."

But his first attempts weren’t smooth at all. He didn’t master stegt flæsk on the first try, nor could he bake the perfect rye bread, or make udon from scratch. In fact, when he first attempted cooking, even the boxed mac and cheese stuck to the pan.

Frustrated but determined, Kento began watching his family closely. He'd observe his mother in the kitchen, occasionally passing her ingredients or awkwardly chopping vegetables. He read cookbooks, borrowed recipes from his grandmother—learning both Japanese and Danish dishes, and followed each step carefully—getting the right ingredients, measurements, and temperatures just right.

That’s how Kento approached every skill he became interested in—whether it was fencing, archery, learning to play the violin, or pottery. He would buy all the necessary equipment, immerse himself in content about it, and fixate on it until he was satisfied with his skill level—like a Sim locked into a single task.

So, when Kento started dating someone with coily hair, he applied the same method.

He noticed how much time they spent on their hair—the hours dedicated to braiding, curling, and washing. He wasn’t the type of partner to just sit back and watch, especially when they were feeling tired.

He went into research mode: watching videos, reading articles, and practicing. Whenever he had time off from work, he’d be on his couch, blue light glasses perched on his nose, eyes glued to YouTube tutorials explaining how to care for coily hair—the products to use, the best protective hairstyles, and the time required for proper maintenance.

He’d search on his Samsung, scrolling through article after article written by people with coily hair, trying to understand how he could help make their routine a bit easier.

One day, his partner caught him with a mannequin head in his lap, his legs crossed on the couch, glasses slipping down his nose, fingers moving as he tried to braid from the scalp down. His brows were furrowed in concentration, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Kento, what are you doing?” they chuckled, glancing at the mannequin on his lap.

He let out a small huff, not annoyed but a little sheepish. “I’m trying to learn how to braid, or at least take care of hair.”

They laughed softly, seeing his frustration as he undid yet another braid that wasn’t quite right. “Why don’t you practice on me?”

“I don’t want to ruin your hair,” he replied, frowning as he started over again, still a bit clumsy but improving.

“I’ll teach you,” they offered, amusement in their voice, touched by how much he wanted to get it right.

Kento’s eyes lit up in excitement, as if he’d forgotten that watching them take care of their own hair was the best lesson he could get. "That’d be great," he said with a lazy grin, pushing his glasses up.

For the next few weeks, they taught him everything—how they followed their daily hair routine, how they carefully braided and styled their hair, and how long it took to recreate certain looks. Kento watched intently, always hesitating before touching their hair, afraid he might mess something up. But with gentle encouragement, he grew more confident.

Eventually, he learned enough to help out. On days when they were tired, Kento would sit them down, placing pillows beneath them, and take over. He’d part their hair with a comb, splitting it into neat sections, his hands gentle as he worked, always mindful not to tug too hard. They’d both watch a silly reality show on TV while he braided or styled their hair.

He even learned how to wash it delicately, stepping into the shower with them to help massage their scalp and rinse out the conditioner. He bought the right products, ensuring they always had what they needed. Sometimes, he’d try new hairstyles on them—ones even they hadn’t thought of—just to keep things interesting.

For Kento, it wasn’t just about learning a new skill. He loved spending that quality time together, knowing that every effort he made to help them made a difference. And in those quiet, intimate moments, he felt truly happy.

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the love of my life

# 211 yuta : 0-0 , ^//u//^

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would love to see jjk smau where the reader is up late thinking of the other and texts them to let them know they’re on their mind,, that would be cute (also, I love your blog! thank you so much for your amazing writing ❤️)

: ̗̀➛ jjk men late at night

ღ inc. gojo, getou, toji, choso, nanami, itadori, megumi

an: i switched a couple to be the reader reaching out or the men reaching out <3 i hope this is what you wanted^^

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I AM CRYIN HES SO PEEFEHCTXTTT

sunrise and sunset , nanami kento

x fem!clingy!reader ! nanami calls the reader "love" and "darling". the reader cuddles with nanami!!! the reader also loses sleep because of his love because thats cute.

author's note: nanami is so yellow but there's no option for it so he has to be orange </3 tell me why i was actually swooning while i was thinking about these scenarios in my head? especially the second one???? i think everybody agrees that nanami is a listener 100%

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sunrise.

nanami always wakes up before you. he used to get up as soon as his eyes opened, but nowadays, he has a little something holding him down.

it seems like you never fall asleep on your side. that's partly his fault, since he's always beckoning you to come closer to him. but even then, in the morning, he feels himself teetering off the edge of the bed, with two arms wrapped around his neck, and his now asleep arm still wrapped around your waist. slightly dangerous for him, but as long as you feel comfortable, then nothing else matters. seeing your pretty face first thing every day was a blessing.

"kento..." there it is. your tiny mumbles of you waking up.

nanami's lips immediately curl upwards at the sound of your voice. as gently as he can, he sits up more against the headboard, keeping your head laid on his chest. "i hear you." he responds.

the bedroom is quiet and tranquil. he specifically bought black out curtains for your sake, but considering the price, they really weren't doing the best job. mornings in summer were relentless, taking into the account how early the sun rises, and it would wake you up in the middle of your sleep with how bright it was outside. no worries though, since he has plans to replace them very soon.

you mumble again, lips grazing against his shirt. "why aren't you up yet?"

"i don't have work today." obviously a lie. you may be a bit dumb, but you're well aware it's a weekday today, and nanami isn't the best liar.

you lift your head, gaze shooting up to meet with his. "yes, you do! it's a wednesday." you whisper-yell. "you should be up 'nd getting ready..."

"my day doesn't start until yours does." you feel his hand on top of your head, coaxing you to lay it back down. "if i'm late for work, that's fine. you're more important to me." his touch moves up to your upper arm, and his thumb rubs in lazy circles. "go back to sleep, love. you're tired."

"you're too sappy 'n sweet... gonna make me swoon every time you open your mouth, i swear." you grumble.

"then i'll catch you every time."

"stop!"

sunset.

nanami always reads a book before bed. it's usually historical genres, he's not a big fan of sci-fi or comedy. but sometimes, he'll let himself indulge in the odd romance book here and there. why? they're your favourite genre, the books you read. he memorises each different author that he spots you reading, often gifting you another one of their works if he knows you're not having a good day.

finally, you emerge from the bathroom door, a few folded clothes ready to be put away in the laundry hamper. when you turn to him, you watch his eyes intently as they follow the words on the pages. "that's..?"

"i saw you enjoying it this afternoon." he flips a page. you move closer to the bed, crawling on top of the mattress and inviting yourself into the blankets. "you looked particularly thrilled during it. what do you like about this story?"

you pause, thinking over the entire plot. "it reminds me of us."

nanami can only smile, and he doesn't miss the one on your face. closing the book, he places it on the bedside table, and scoops his other arm underneath you. naturally, you rest your head on his shoulder, and hook one of your legs over his. the small distance between the two of you felt that much more intimate that you felt the need to lower your voice. "are you going to sleep?"

"no." the hand wrapped around your waist moves up to your head, just placing it on top of your scalp. "i want you to talk. you seem eager to talk about it."

you giggle inwardly, snuggling impossibly closer to him. "i'm so in love with you." you whisper.

"i love you too, darling. more than words can express." he whispers back.

no wonder you always wake up so late. it's because nanami always has your heart beating too fast before you go to sleep.

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nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”