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— jujutsu kaisen

lazy sunday mornings with nanami kento

tensions with geto suguru

after shibuya with nanami kento

meanie with gojo satoru

comfort with nanami kento

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i love this so much omg

༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.

➜ featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. NANAMI KENTO

“You need to start learning how to fold your clothes,” you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.

“Why would I do that?” Nanami’s eyes look up from his book, but he doesn’t budge.

“When you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,” you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Ugh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.”

“What–I would never, I’m just reminding you that one day you will become an adult and–”

“Oh just shut up, mom!” 

You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.

“I beg your pardon?” Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. “What did you just say to your mother?”

“I said shut up, because she was bothering me.”

“And you think that’s one way to speak to my wife?” You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.

“Kento,” you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.

“No, let me take this.”

“No baby listen–”

“I said I will take this.” It’s only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.

“Daddy, it was a prank.”

“Yeah, baby it’s a prank.” You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

“I’d never be disrespectful like that.”

“Yeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,” his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughter’s hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughter’s head.

“Now, whose idea was it?”

“Mommy’s.”

“Hey!” 

༉‧₊˚. GOJO SATORU

“Hey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?” 

“No, I’m busy.” Satoru’s ears perk up at the sound of his son’s tone. But he doesn’t budge from where he’s standing in the kitchen.

“Baby, it’s been sitting there all day and it’s full. Could you please–”

“Shut up, mom. I said I’m busy.”

Normally, Satoru wasn’t easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldn’t stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time with–and when he decided to marry you, a child wasn’t even in the picture.

So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.

You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energy–you knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.

“Satoru– toru! Baby!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?” His eyes are glowing. You really shouldn’t have played this prank on him.

“It’s a prank baby.” 

“A prank?” It’s fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I told her it would be a bad idea.”

“I–hey! I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,”

“I did,” Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. “He’s said it before. He doesn’t play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if it’s his own son.” 

Satoru can only sigh at his son’s words before staring at you. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t…But I won’t lie, seeing you riled up like that–”

“I’m too old to have a sibling!”

༉‧₊˚. GETO SUGURU

Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.

“In what world is this acceptable?” 

“Mom,” your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. “I really don’t care.”

“But I do.” You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.

“Does it matter?” Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguru’s attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs. 

Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughters’ room to see what it was about. 

“Of course it does, I’m your mother.”

“You’re really just pushing it.”

“You sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?” Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesn’t let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this out–your girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along without–

“Aren’t you supposed to be our best friend or something?” Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her father’s features are. 

“Right now I’m your mother.” 

“Oh would you just shut up?”

A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.

“Who said it.”

“Wha–”

“Who said it. Who was it?” He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. “Have you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?”

“Suguru–”

“No,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. “I need to talk to them.”

“No wait, listen–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.

“It was a prank. I promise you.” 

“It really was a prank,” your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever. 

“And it was my idea,” Tsukimi adds. 

“And I didn’t stop her.” Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. “Sorry,” 

Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“Fucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.”

“But admit it, we’re good actresses, right?” Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, you sure are.”

➜ ┊: COMMISSIONS | KOFI

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college!sukuna’s first tattoo

college!sukuna’s masterlist

college!sukuna’s first ever tattoo was actually the first ever resemblance of a flower yuuji drew when he was 3.

yuuji was a babbling snotty kid, but he shut up when his exuberant energy was quieted with manual activities. back in the day sukuna had just turned sixteen, and he couldn’t afford to put him in daycare. well, most days he couldn’t even afford a decent place to stay at, so he had to be creative. the kid had a thing for dragging the coloured pencils the library supplied on whatever piece of paper his big brother managed to put right in front of his face while doing his high school homework. sukuna had to keep an eye out for an eventual choking-on-pencils problem, but he could do it. everything was better than his former home. he’d do it for yuuji. he’d always do it for yuuji.

one day, the kid just handed him the drawing with his chubby fingers, simply saying, “‘kuna, f’ you.”

the drawing was a little ugly, done with a bright yellow on a stark white sheet, so it was barely visible. sukuna sighed, rubbing his temple.

“what’s this, brat?” he asked, squinting, trying to make out the lines. his little brother peered up at him, big brown eyes wide open, coloured pencil still held tightly between his clammy palms.

“flowy. f’ you.”

sukuna tattooed it himself on his pec that night, right as he got into the rented shabby room, making all the lines squiggly because he'd never held a tattoo gun before in his life. he managed to buy one the week prior, because he came to know a lot of people were good with a half assed tattoo if they had to pay less, and he thought he could make easy money with it.

he sat himself near the broken mirror nailed on the entry door, the soft buzzing of the machine not stirring yuuji from his deep slumber between the makeshift bed’s sheets, put together with the only two covers sukuna managed to find in the room.

there were times when he pressed a little too much and winced, but he never made a sound. he tried to not make noises by holding his breath, just like he did when he realized yuuji drew the little ugly flower with him in mind. not mom, not dad, not a friend, not a little animal passing by which he scurried after. him. and it was the first time he ever drew something besides random scribbles. and he did it for sukuna.

as soon as he had the money, made by the same tattoo gun he used on himself, sukuna immediately went to a professional to cover the tattoo. it wasn’t because he was ashamed of it, quite the opposite, actually: he just wanted to keep it private. yuuji still doesn’t know about the whole thing.

even if you can’t see the flower now, he can still feel the bumps left from tattooing it to this day. he mindlessly traces over it when washing himself up after a particularly hard day at training. he touches it from on top of his football gear when he scores on the field, watching his little brother cheer from the bleachers. his gaze lingers on the spot every time he passes by a mirror.

oh, and the original drawing? still tucked in his wallet.

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nanami’s forearms 🫦

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[papamin au 🐅] take your baby to work day 🏢

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tensions | g.s

pairing : geto suguru x reader

warnings : fluff, snuggling, kissing, hugging, slightly uncanon, injured reader, geto liking reader, one bed trope

contents : reader is gender neutral. cocky geto. very subtle enemies to lovers.

you were paired with geto for a mission somewhere in tokyo. you find everything fine except for the fact that geto suguru is a complete jerk. everytime you both partner up, it always ended with some yelling and arguing, sometimes fighting if things get heated up enough.

this time though, it feels different from the usual mission. the higher ups had warned you both to be extra careful. you didn't mind it much until you and geto arrived at the scene, you were rethinking your decisions as you looked around the place.

the whole building was filled with cursed spirits. the eerie feeling made the hairs behind your neck rise. you glanced at geto, taking in his expression. he looks surprisingly calm? wait, is that a smirk?

a sound of someone clearing his throat made you stop what you're doing. you straightened up and took a step forward, "let's go?" you said, unsure.

geto walks ahead of you without saying anything, as if you were never there with him. you followed him inside the building and got to work.

thankfully, the mission went well. only a few scratches formed on your arm and neck, deep enough to draw blood. and there is geto, unscathed. not a single scratch or bruise were on his body. geto looks down at you, smirking to himself. "seems like someone had it rough" geto chuckled smugly.

you just scoffed, trying to balance yourself as you got up. you stumbled on something and was about to fall before geto caught you. geto clicks his tongue as he helped you stood up.

"you don't have to do that cheesy shit" you sneered. he gave you a look, "it'll be more work if you fell down, don't wanna carry you all the way back to the hotel" geto said. you gave him a playful eye roll and started to walk towards the hotel.

it was a long walk filled with silence. not even you or geto have said anything. geto was about to say something but stopping when you opened the door to your shared room.

a sigh was heard beside you "they can't afford for an extra bed?" geto said, a slight annoyed tone can be heard in his voice. you shrugged and walked into the room, accepting the fate. you placed your stuff on the floor.

after a quick shower, you head straight to the bed. "take the couch" you said lazily, getting comfortable on the bed. "don't wanna risk getting my neck sore. move" he said, flatly. you stayed there unfazed. geto mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch, but who cares anyway. geto took one of the pillows and decided to rest on the couch instead, the lights flicked off before he do so.

you woke up in the middle of the night, dreamed about the mission earlier. you remember geto being touchy and protective of you today, shielding you from the cursed spirits thinking you wouldn't notice but you did. sitting up slowly you laughed before stopping as you felt a hand wrapping itself on your waist, you looked down to see geto snuggled close to you.

geto moved slightly, pulling you closer to him. you sighed and decided to go back to sleep. he snuggled closer and nestled his face on your neck, his steady breath hitting your skin. you placed your hand on his back, caressing it slowly as you began to feel sleepy again. ignoring the warm feeling on your cheek, and the butterflies in your stomach.

"couldn't sleep?" a deep voice shot you awake. you see geto looking at you half sleep.

"just some dreams" you told him. "about me?" geto said, grinning slightly. you chuckled, ignoring the weird feeling in your stomach. "go back to sleep, suguru" you replied hastily when geto just laughed at you being embarrassed.

geto's hand wandered over your left arm, "still hurt?" he said as he caressed your arm gently. you looked over to the wound on your arm before looking back up at him, "a bit, yeah" you replied to him smiling a little. geto gets up just enough to reach your left arm and leans in closer to place a gentle kiss on it. he backed up and looked at you "tell me if you need anything, okay?" he said softly. you smiled and nodded, geto pulled you closer to him as he began to drift away to sleep.

you followed him soon after, resting your head on geto's chest as he caressed your back slowly. you may hate him for how he acted before, but right now feels perfect.

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comfort | n.k

pairing : nanami kento x reader

warnings : harassment, swearing, fluff

contents : reader is gender neutral, caring nanami kento, nanami being sweet

the sound of nanami's alarm woke you up. you stir around to see nothing beside you. lazily you sat up, turning off the alarm.

05.00 AM

you sigh as your mind replayed what happened the night before. nanami were invited to a party by one of his coworker. being given two tickets, he decided to bring you with him. nanami said the party was held at a famous club that his coworker owns and he warns you about not drinking too much, to which you response with a playful scoff.

by the time you both got there nanami already felt annoyed. he's used to events like these, but this time it felt different. as soon as you stepped in, a man starts to eye you up and down. his expression making you feel comfortable.

nanami clench his jaw and tries to cool himself down. i mean he's definitely not starting a fight right after he just got there. "don't go too far away from me, y/n". nanami whispered to you, placing a soft kiss to your jaw. you nod and smiled, reassuring him.

nanami went to his coworker to congratulate him, making some small talks and introducing you to his other friends. you excuse yourself to the bathroom, wanting to fix your makeup. after you finish with your business, you're about to open the door when it suddenly flung open.

you quickly stepped away, the door revealing a man you saw earlier at the entrance. you start to feel uneasy as the man approach you. "now that you're all alone, i can finally have you by myself". the man said with a weird smile on his face, your hands were shaking as you tried calling nanami.

the man realized what you were trying to do, he frowns as he grabs your right hand swatting the phone away from you. you backed away and starts to scream. with the door being open all the way, the man looked back towards the door and quickly shut you out with his mouth. "shut the fuck up before i do anything worse to you", the man said with a smirk.

tears roll down your face from how terrified you were. you tried to fight, punching his hand away with your left hand but he was way too quick for you.

nanami was casually talking with his friends and he noticed you were taking too long in the bathroom. worried that something might happened to you, he excuses himself and went to find you. halfway to the bathroom, he heard a scream that sounds just like your voice coming from there. he ran to where the sound was coming from and found you pinned on a wall by a man. judging from the clothes, nanami realized it was the man from earlier.

nanami grabs the man from behind by his collar away from you and smashed his head on the sink nearby. a loud groan escaped the man's mouth. nanami wasted no time to punch the man, blinded by anger.

"nanami stop it! enough!" you said between sobs. nanami was breathing heavily as he shook his blood stained hand. he turned to cup your face, pulling you close to him. "i'm sorry honey, i'm sorry". he pulled you away and looked at you closely, "are you okay? did he do anything else to you?" nanami said softly. you can only nod, not being able to talk.

nanami kisses the top of your head. "let's go home, yeah?" you nod slowly, hands still shaking.

you let out a soft sigh as the door to your shared room opens. "hey honey, you're awake already" nanami smiles as he walks to you. he climbed on the bed, pulling you close to him as he softly carres your head. pulling away, nanami looks down at you softly, "still thinking about last night? hm?".

"i was so scared, nanami..i don't what else he would do if you hadn't been there quicker", you said as your eyes watered. the scene from last night replayed in your head. nanami gently stroke your cheek, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'll make sure it never happened again, baby. i'm sorry for leaving you alone like that, i should've been close to you". nanami smoothly said. you pulled him to another hug and nodded slowly.

"i love you, 'nami" you smiled. he chuckles at the nickname you just gave him, "i love you too, y/n". you kissed him on the lips as he places a hand on your back and starts to stroke you tenderly, comforting you.

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comfort | n.k

pairing : nanami kento x reader

warnings : harassment, swearing, fluff

contents : reader is gender neutral, caring nanami kento, nanami being sweet

the sound of nanami's alarm woke you up. you stir around to see nothing beside you. lazily you sat up, turning off the alarm.

05.00 AM

you sigh as your mind replayed what happened the night before. nanami were invited to a party by one of his coworker. being given two tickets, he decided to bring you with him. nanami said the party was held at a famous club that his coworker owns and he warns you about not drinking too much, to which you response with a playful scoff.

by the time you both got there nanami already felt annoyed. he's used to events like these, but this time it felt different. as soon as you stepped in, a man starts to eye you up and down. his expression making you feel comfortable.

nanami clench his jaw and tries to cool himself down. i mean he's definitely not starting a fight right after he just got there. "don't go too far away from me, y/n". nanami whispered to you, placing a soft kiss to your jaw. you nod and smiled, reassuring him.

nanami went to his coworker to congratulate him, making some small talks and introducing you to his other friends. you excuse yourself to the bathroom, wanting to fix your makeup. after you finish with your business, you're about to open the door when it suddenly flung open.

you quickly stepped away, the door revealing a man you saw earlier at the entrance. you start to feel uneasy as the man approach you. "now that you're all alone, i can finally have you by myself". the man said with a weird smile on his face, your hands were shaking as you tried calling nanami.

the man realized what you were trying to do, he frowns as he grabs your right hand swatting the phone away from you. you backed away and starts to scream. with the door being open all the way, the man looked back towards the door and quickly shut you out with his mouth. "shut the fuck up before i do anything worse to you", the man said with a smirk.

tears roll down your face from how terrified you were. you tried to fight, punching his hand away with your left hand but he was way too quick for you.

nanami was casually talking with his friends and he noticed you were taking too long in the bathroom. worried that something might happened to you, he excuses himself and went to find you. halfway to the bathroom, he heard a scream that sounds just like your voice coming from there. he ran to where the sound was coming from and found you pinned on a wall by a man. judging from the clothes, nanami realized it was the man from earlier.

nanami grabs the man from behind by his collar away from you and smashed his head on the sink nearby. a loud groan escaped the man's mouth. nanami wasted no time to punch the man, blinded by anger.

"nanami stop it! enough!" you said between sobs. nanami was breathing heavily as he shook his blood stained hand. he turned to cup your face, pulling you close to him. "i'm sorry honey, i'm sorry". he pulled you away and looked at you closely, "are you okay? did he do anything else to you?" nanami said softly. you can only nod, not being able to talk.

nanami kisses the top of your head. "let's go home, yeah?" you nod slowly, hands still shaking.

you let out a soft sigh as the door to your shared room opens. "hey honey, you're awake already" nanami smiles as he walks to you. he climbed on the bed, pulling you close to him as he softly carres your head. pulling away, nanami looks down at you softly, "still thinking about last night? hm?".

"i was so scared, nanami..i don't what else he would do if you hadn't been there quicker", you said as your eyes watered. the scene from last night replayed in your head. nanami gently stroke your cheek, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'll make sure it never happened again, baby. i'm sorry for leaving you alone like that, i should've been close to you". nanami smoothly said. you pulled him to another hug and nodded slowly.

"i love you, 'nami" you smiled. he chuckles at the nickname you just gave him, "i love you too, y/n". you kissed him on the lips as he places a hand on your back and starts to stroke you tenderly, comforting you.

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Papa Mama, Kiss!

Nanami Kento, girl dad, and how the small commands an almost-2year-old can etch into his heart.

A/N: Thanks @pseudowho for the gentle nudge to write this one out. And for everyone else, if it's not obvious, based on real events.

WC: 1.4K

Fatherhood, raising and nurturing children to become their best selves. To give them wings and teach them to fly on their own. This is what Nanami Kento dreamed of for years. But almost two years in, his daughter was testing his last thread of patience.

“Papa, milk!” Kento returns with a glass of milk.

“Papa, tea!” Kento blinks, and returns with a glass of tea, finishing off the milk for himself along the way.

“Milk?” Kento sighs. Just as he starts to lift himself from his chair, you put your arm on his.

“Sweetest, could you take a sip of the tea first?” you offer the glass to your daughter, and she happily starts to drink the water, quickly emptying the cup. Sufficiently satiated, she goes back to eating her lunch.

You shoot your husband a soft smile, you’re met with a weary, but loving gaze in return. Features worn by time, bolstered by love, and cut by the effort of child rearing.

You both had done your research, coming to similar conclusions with differing approaches on how to tackle the approaching “Terrible Twos.”

Kento couldn’t understand the parenting blogs, as they made any solutions to challenges seem so…. simple to solve.

“Guaranteed to solve purple crying with one simple trick!” “Sleep training made easy! You’ll have quiet nights in less than a week!” “10 steps to handling a temper tantrum in public. Number 6 will surprise you”

But every solution seemed to be milquetoast, at best, and unhelpful at worst. But almost two years in, he started to get the hang of things. The secret is that his daughter was her own person and required him to think on his feet. And despite the new levels of exhaustion he had reached, especially in the early days, Nanami Kento was euphoric to see his daughter every morning. He missed her in the depths of his heart every second she was at daycare, or even just with you running errands.

Kento was a modern dad, bucking the trend by taking the full year of paternity leave along with you. Reassuring you that there would still be an open spot in daycare once it was time to return to work. And he was right. He helped fill out the pages and pages of paperwork. And choosing the 13 facilities to rank in hopes you were offered a spot at your number 1? Of course, your salaryman husband excelled at sorting the data and organizing the thick booklets of information.

When it came time to drop off your daughter on her first day, and it was only for two hours, you both arrived with big, nervous, first-time parent jitters. And were the only full family there in the morning drop off. The other parents sharing knowing glances at you and Kento fumbling clothes, trying to find the bins you needed, almost dropping the thermometer, and giving maybe one, two, three, too many kisses to your daughter as you handed her off.

The walk to the local coffee shop was filled with dreams of what fun your daughter would have with her class. Kento was hiding his nerves well, but you could see right through him. You saw the tremor in his hand, the nearly imperceptible gravel in his voice. He didn’t hold back for the other parents’ sake; he’d never do that. But he didn’t want your daughter to catch his nervous and scared energy. He knew if she felt his anxiety, it would make handing her off so much harder. He couldn’t bear to hear your cries of separation.

So, when you both returned two hours later, Kento lit up with the biggest smile and the most eager arms as the workers handed your daughter off to him.

“Oh, my love, I’ve missed you! What did you play with? Who did you meet? Please tell me all about your day, spare no details,” your doting husband cooed at your one-year-old. He continued an entire conversation with her, even if words didn’t form from the baby babble.

You spoke with the workers to understand how she fared for the short visit. They told you how she didn’t cry not even once. And how tomorrow your daughter can stay even longer, through the morning snack. It made you so happy to get such fantastic feedback.

After a few weeks, you all settled into a lovely routine. Both of you working from home left flexibility for drop off and pick up. And as your daughter became more capable of bigger play times, Kento would take her out to the local park so that you could make dinner most days. You loved the peace and quiet, he loved the bonding time.

As your daughter’s language built up over the months leading up to her second birthday, she was beginning to string together commands. Able to ask for help, food, drink, toys. She even started to command who could sit next to her and then tell them to “moot (move)” away and a new person would be not-so-gently asked to sit next to her.

“Papa,” she would point to a spot on the ground next to her, in the middle of the playground. And Kento is not the type to ignore the requests of a child. He took a polite squat next to your daughter, waiting with bated breath for the next command she would give.

“Mmm. Ah…up,” she reached her hands up in the air.

“Do you want up?” Kento reached over to lift his little one up in the air with a light, controlled, toss.

“Papa!”

You sat on a nearby bench watching, camera clicking over and over, catching the precious moments to share with your friends and family across the world.

That night ran like every other, a well-oiled machine. You took a bath with your daughter, Kento took her for a fresh diaper, clean pajamas, and to help him make, and for her to drink, the nightly milk bottle.

And the final step, you welcomed a sleepy toddler into your weary arms. Tonight, she was laden down with her stuffies of choice, a small Sylveon and Doraemon.

“Okay, let’s cuddle up here, please,” you coax a sleepy toddler into your lap and to lay against your chest. It seems like every day it gets harder as she grows bigger. What happened to your teeny tiny bub?

“Good night, I love you,” Kento leans down to give a kiss to the tiny (well, not so tiny anymore) forehead. “And I love you,” he leans over to your waiting lips as you tilt your head up. Every night you get a soft, but gently urgent kiss from Kento.

“Papa iss?” you both break from the kiss to hear a tired request. Your daughter had sat up from your chest and looked expectantly at Kento.

“Of course,” he leans down for another kiss, this time her cheek. A satisfied smile spreads across her face.

“Mama iss?”

“Yes, love.”

“Mama papa iss?” and you looked up at Kento to make sure you heard her correctly.

“Did she…?”

“You heard her now,” and Kento leans down for another kiss, this time he lingers a heartbeat longer. As he pulls away, in the dim haze of the nightlight he catches your waterline beginning to fill.

“Oh, baby, you’re so sweet,” you coo at your daughter, pulling her into a tender hug.

“Good night, you two,” Kento is standing by the door, soft smile from lips to eyes. He slips out and gently shuts the door.

After you spend a few minutes cuddling with your daughter, you gently lay her in the crib and quietly slip out of the bedroom, leaving her to take the last step to dreamworld.

You sit down on the couch next to Kento. Still feeling the buzz from twenty minutes ago, he reaches over to cup your face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am going to ride that high for weeks. I can’t believe it,” your eyes can’t hold back the tears of love and happiness. You feel every bit of the dichotomy between the hard moments and the soaring highs of happiness.

Kento could feel his heart grow and swell. The small command would replay in his mind until his dying breath. It would be a story he shared as the father of the bride. An endearing tale he treasured, a memory he could rely on to get him through overtime.

Coaxing you into his lap, Kento presses his lips to yours much more urgently than the last kiss.

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Read Part One of "Breeding Hips" here...let's gooooooo!

It was supposed to be a simple beach trip-- "Give the kids a break in Okinawa", Gojo said. "It'll be fun!" Gojo said.

Kento had failed to check the staff attendance list. Of course they'd invite you, with your natural warmth and the way the kids loved you. Of course they'd invite you, when you'd seemed so down lately.

Of course they'd invite you, with how the sea-breeze pleated the saran around your hips, barely-there, almost as soft as the way your plush creased at the top of your thighs when you sat he'd heard Shoko laughingly call them your "thighbrows" and how he could have bitten Shoko's head off as you cringed mortified and covering yourself up shit don't go please dont leave--

In his hotel room, Kento groaned in abject self-pity. He tried to breathe in time with the hushed roar of the waves, lapping up the shore like a lovers' tongue. In...out...in...out.

His head rested against the cool wall, his forearm planted above it, while his other hand tried to grip his aching length into submission, torturing himself with fuck up after fuck up after fuck up and it all started with that ill-fated car journey--

He'd take the edge off, he thought, slipping his hand into his beach shorts, shivering as he swirled pre-cum over his hypersensitive tip, biting the back of his hand as he began to stroke himself-- just one more time, and then I can cope--

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"...and in the most disrespectful possible way?"

Kento made a strangled, animalistic noise in the base of his throat, stalling the car at the traffic lights. He sat, ramrod straight, sweating like a virgin.

"...dont." He warned, his voice throaty and dangerous. "Don't."

A frisson of electric ran down your spine. You clenched your fists in your lap, staring straight ahead, and whispering; "Oh...okay."

The car journey was fraught with silence. For "disrespectfully" were the words bloomed into pictures, graphic and obscene, that Kento used to get himself off to you. "Disrespectfully" were the stones of shame weighing his pockets, as he showered himself down, water rehydrating the cloying cum stuck to his belly. "Disrespectfully" were the feral parts of him that sought to lift you onto the counter and bite you, until you were crushing his head between the thickness of your thighs.

"Disrespectfully" was so unprofessional, Kento could vomit. Still, saliva pooled under his tongue, unable to eschew "disrespectfully" from his mind when you asked him in that petalsweet voice.

"Disrespectfully" opened the car door for you. "Disrespectfully" offered you the curtest of bows as you headed inside. "Disrespectfully" waited until you'd definitely gone, before rubbing his eyes so hard, lights fizzlepopped behind them. "Disrespectfully" took him over the edge again, and again, to the imaginary sound of his thighs slapping into the backs of yours.

You screamed into a pillow, never able to look Nanami Kento in the eye again, after overstepping so hard, so fast.

The next few weeks of work with Nanami Kento were like sharing an office with a well-dressed wooden broom. Even pencil skirts didn't appear to break him.

They did. He spent the best part of two weeks stiff, in every way.

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He hadn't known you'd be coming to the beach, until the watermelon incident.

You and Shoko had been day-drinking, in just swimsuits, and you brought the curves and giggles of the Piña Colada glass with you. Misty as the clouded glass, you swayed with Shoko, and each step you took closer, the lower Kento's IQ dropped, point, by point, by point. That heavy arse flicked from side to side, bopping Kento's sanity away with it.

Somehow, impossibly, you held a whole watermelon in the deep divot of your waist. Your hip shelved it up, your squishy saddlebags plumping out beneath the heavy, verdant weight. With one arm draped above to hold the watermelon in place while you staggered hand in hand with Shoko, it all looked so effortless. Kento was sweating bricks, his book all but forgotten.

Thank god for dark sunglasses. He looked up without looking up. Hidden in sun-lounger shade, he watched you, obsessing in secrecy, a modern day peeping-Tom. You're okay Nanami pull yourself together stop being such a fucking boy--

"Hey, hey..." Shoko teased you, grasping your hip-squash with the girlish friendship needed to get away with it, "...I bet you could crush that watermelon between your thighs."

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no--

You laughed, you and Shoko high off your own supply. Shoko sat on the sand, placing the watermelon between her thighs, trying her best to squeeze them together as you wiped tears away, sitting down beside her.

And Kento watched how your ass spread, how your thighs spread, like melting gumdrops, want to fucking bite them--

"I'll give it a go...c'mere c'mere...nonono Shoko, 's my turn!"

Shoko rolled the watermelon across the sand. Kento wasn't aware his mouth had dropped open, when you opened your legs, leant back on the sand, like heaven's gates opening...and you clamped the watermelon between them.

And squeeeeezed.

Kento pressed his book over his lap, a tent over a tent. His mouth was dry, his throat thick. He moaned, somewhere deep in his chest, as a hot little dribble of pre-cum dripped down the leg of his swim shorts.

Surely she can't break a watermelon just between her thighs, those hips couldn't be that stro--

Crack.

Shoko cheered. You threw your arms in the air, and cheered. Your inner thighs dripped, stickysweet with watermelon juice. You lay back, laughing in the sand, your arms still above your head.

Kento relieved himself to the bar, his head swimming, still clamping his book over his throbbing lap, far too dizzied to be surreptitious.

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The day-drinking buzz faded by the time the seagull calls grew tired, against ombre skies. Shoko remained smashed, and Gojo designated-driver'd her to her room. Sandals grasped in one hand, with the salty sting of a chafe between your legs, you ambled across the beach, past the waterside bar.

Except, you stopped. To see him.

Kento's head was in his hands, his shirt opened and hanging off broad, lightly freckled shoulders, seasalt crystals down his back. You frowned at the volume of empty glasses in front of him.

"...Ken--...Nanami?"

Kento's elbow gave out under him with a grunt of surprise, his head lurching, swoopy before recovering. Narrow, slanted eyes glared at you, bleary.

"...oh. 's you."

You drew your saran around yourself, astonished by how such a big strip of fabric was still barely enough to cover your arse. Kento could feel himself thickening already, burying his face in his hands again with a groan. He stood, his legs barely responding to commands. He tried to sober himself, standing tall and stern, his usual self, wettened by drink.

"I'll walk you to your room."

"You don't have to do that--"

"I insist."

In truth, you weren't sure if you should walk Kento back to his room instead. He repeatedly fell a few steps behind, before shaking himself off and catching up again.

Each time, Kento's drunk eyes dropped, the mesmerising swing of your hips, the dimpled jiggle of your arse...how his tongue thickened like his cock, thirsty and hungry all at once and god she's lovely too the whole deal the whole nine yards shit Kento how can you look at her so--

"Thanks. For walking me back."

Kento clenched. Time's up. His face was flat, expressionless, downcast to the floor. You cleared your throat, opening your door and stepping through.

"Goodnight, Nanami--"

A foot jammed your door, Kento growling in pain as it squashed his sandal'd foot. You looked slowly up to his face, feeling a trickle of hot, terrifying anticipation slide down your spine. Kento's eyes drilled into you, whiskey on his breath, sobering rapidly as he made up his mind.

"I'd...like to come in."

You throbbed. Every hair stood on end as you asked.

"...respectfully?"

Kento's jaw clenched so hard, you heard the crack.

"Disrespectfully."

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meanie | g.s

pairing : gojo satoru x reader

warnings : mean gojo, crybaby reader, reader is a sorcerer, a bit of angst (just a tiny bit)

contents : reader is gender neutral. lots of cuddling. non canon related events. not proofread :3

it's friday, you went inside your apartment with an exaggerated sigh feeling relieved only to find your boyfriend on the couch clicking his teeth. you took off your shoes and walked up to him, brows furrowed–confused.

"what?" you tiredly asked. gojo chuckled bitterly and shook his head "it's the middle of the day, what's got you so tired huh?" he said with an annoyed expression. you rolled your eyes at him, previously wanted to vent at him about how tiring this week was for you and how you needed a break from the continuous work of killing curses. which has physically and mentally drained you.

you went to your shared room instead, gojo chuckled as he saw your figure walking up the stairs still not noticing about your condition.

hours later, you were woken up by the feeling of someone shaking your shoulders. you lazily opened your eyes to see gojo, all dressed up. you sat up on the bed and rubbed your blurry eyes. "i thought we agreed to have a date tonight?" gojo said, his tone clearly tell that he was mad.

your mind suddenly wandered to what happened this morning, when you and gojo were talking after eating breakfast together. you remembered him planning a date for today, you mentally slapped yourself for being forgetful.

"toru, i'm sorry i-" your voice were cut off by gojo. "i'm sorry toru, is that all you wanna say?" he said, mocking you. your throat felt tight and you can't help but to let the tears fall, bringing up your hands to brush off the tears.

you kept saying i'm sorry to him like a spell. gojo was stunned at your reaction, did he crossed a line he wasn't meant to? are you overreacting? are you in your monthly mood swings? thoughts ran through his head as he cradle you on his arms.

you leaned in closer and continued to let your emotions out. "baby, tell me, what happened?" gojo softly said, he regretted deeply for his antics earlier this day. soft pats on the back and kisses on top of your head was what gojo could do to calm you down.

you took a deep breath as he swiped the tears on your cheek, looking at you in concern. "i'm sorry toru.." you said weakly. you always hated when you cried over something small like this, it happened quite a lot these days and you were afraid it's annoying your boyfriend. you overthink of the possibilities of him leaving you, as you have so many weaknesses instead of something to be proud of.

"i know baby, i know" gojo caressed your cheek with his thumb. he leaned in closer and planted a soft peck to your lips. "you wanna take some time off? I'll call Yaga later, yeah?" gojo softly said, you nodded and hugged him closer to you. "i'm sorry for being mean at you earlier, work been stressing me out. I shouldn't take it out on you like that" gojo apologized. he nestled to your neck, inhaling your scent that calmed him off.

"let's take a break together, toru" you replied. he pulled away and smiled at you, caressing your cheeks. "yeah, let's do that." gojo said, smiling. you both chuckled and decided to cuddle together, forgetting about the date.

[ecslair]

after shibuya | n.k

pairing : nanami kento x reader

warnings : manga spoiler, fluff, established relationship, nanami after shibuya arc

contents : reader is gender neutral, comfort, reader missing nanami

it's been weeks since nanami left the house for a mission. gojo had told you about nanami's condition on the first week, saying he had some pretty bad injuries and that he needed to rest for more weeks. you were worried of course, but gojo forbid you to see nanami and insisted you on staying at home for the time being.

today, on the sixth week, nanami is finally coming home. gojo had called you earlier that nanami is dismissed and that he was going home. you waited patiently on the couch, eyes never leaving the door ever since you got the call. you played with your hands anxiously as you heard footsteps outside the door. you stood up and walked closer to the front door, heart beating fast.

and there he is, your beloved husband. observing the bandages that was covering half of his body as you worriedly walked to him and helped with his belongings, putting it aside. "i'm home, love" nanami said weakly, voice sounded raspy as if he hadn't talk for weeks.

you eyes began to well up, tears began to roll down your face one by one. you wasted no time in hugging nanami, sobbing hard. "you're safe, you're home, nanami" you said. nanami sighed in relief and smiled, looking down at your figure hugging him tightly. he settled his hands on your back, stroking in slow motion.

you pulled away after a while, wiping your tears. "let's go to bed, yeah? i missed you" nanami said softly, smiling down as he looked at you. you nodded and guided him to the bedroom upstairs, being so careful with him. you let him in first after you opened the door, nanami chuckled. "i'm okay, love" nanami said. "not until you rest on the bed" you said, persistent. nanami just laughed and shook his head slowly.

you closed the door behind you and soon joined nanami on the bed. admiring his face, half uncovered with the bandages. you brought your hand closer to his face caressing it ever so gently, afraid to hurt him.

nanami looked at you lovingly, his hand finding its way to the one that was caressing him. you smiled at him, he smiled back. soon soft giggles could be heard, as you two snuggled close to each other. feeling each other's heartbeats.

"[name]," he called you. you looked up at him, "yes, nanami?" you said. he thought for a while before saying, "i was thinking of taking you for a vacation, a little break from everything. just the two of us" nanami explained, his loving eyes never leaving yours. "sounds good to me, but you're still recovering nanami. . ." you said to him worriedly. "we can wait. the scars are almost fully healed too, so don't worry love. i'm thinking of going to Malaysia, Kuantan" nanami said, smiling happily.

you smiled back and nodded, agreeing with his ideas. "Malaysia? i've heard the food is great there, the trip is gonna be fun! especially when i'm with you" nanami laughed, seeing you trying to flirt with him. you both talked more about what to do there and he planned some stuff before finally drifting of to sleep. hugging each other tightly, heart feeling content knowing nanami's finally home and safe with you.

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tensions | g.s

pairing : geto suguru x reader

warnings : fluff, snuggling, kissing, hugging, slightly uncanon, injured reader, geto liking reader, one bed trope

contents : reader is gender neutral. cocky geto. very subtle enemies to lovers.

you were paired with geto for a mission somewhere in tokyo. you find everything fine except for the fact that geto suguru is a complete jerk. everytime you both partner up, it always ended with some yelling and arguing, sometimes fighting if things get heated up enough.

this time though, it feels different from the usual mission. the higher ups had warned you both to be extra careful. you didn't mind it much until you and geto arrived at the scene, you were rethinking your decisions as you looked around the place.

the whole building was filled with cursed spirits. the eerie feeling made the hairs behind your neck rise. you glanced at geto, taking in his expression. he looks surprisingly calm? wait, is that a smirk?

a sound of someone clearing his throat made you stop what you're doing. you straightened up and took a step forward, "let's go?" you said, unsure.

geto walks ahead of you without saying anything, as if you were never there with him. you followed him inside the building and got to work.

thankfully, the mission went well. only a few scratches formed on your arm and neck, deep enough to draw blood. and there is geto, unscathed. not a single scratch or bruise were on his body. geto looks down at you, smirking to himself. "seems like someone had it rough" geto chuckled smugly.

you just scoffed, trying to balance yourself as you got up. you stumbled on something and was about to fall before geto caught you. geto clicks his tongue as he helped you stood up.

"you don't have to do that cheesy shit" you sneered. he gave you a look, "it'll be more work if you fell down, don't wanna carry you all the way back to the hotel" geto said. you gave him a playful eye roll and started to walk towards the hotel.

it was a long walk filled with silence. not even you or geto have said anything. geto was about to say something but stopping when you opened the door to your shared room.

a sigh was heard beside you "they can't afford for an extra bed?" geto said, a slight annoyed tone can be heard in his voice. you shrugged and walked into the room, accepting the fate. you placed your stuff on the floor.

after a quick shower, you head straight to the bed. "take the couch" you said lazily, getting comfortable on the bed. "don't wanna risk getting my neck sore. move" he said, flatly. you stayed there unfazed. geto mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch, but who cares anyway. geto took one of the pillows and decided to rest on the couch instead, the lights flicked off before he do so.

you woke up in the middle of the night, dreamed about the mission earlier. you remember geto being touchy and protective of you today, shielding you from the cursed spirits thinking you wouldn't notice but you did. sitting up slowly you laughed before stopping as you felt a hand wrapping itself on your waist, you looked down to see geto snuggled close to you.

geto moved slightly, pulling you closer to him. you sighed and decided to go back to sleep. he snuggled closer and nestled his face on your neck, his steady breath hitting your skin. you placed your hand on his back, caressing it slowly as you began to feel sleepy again. ignoring the warm feeling on your cheek, and the butterflies in your stomach.

"couldn't sleep?" a deep voice shot you awake. you see geto looking at you half sleep.

"just some dreams" you told him. "about me?" geto said, grinning slightly. you chuckled, ignoring the weird feeling in your stomach. "go back to sleep, suguru" you replied hastily when geto just laughed at you being embarrassed.

geto's hand wandered over your left arm, "still hurt?" he said as he caressed your arm gently. you looked over to the wound on your arm before looking back up at him, "a bit, yeah" you replied to him smiling a little. geto gets up just enough to reach your left arm and leans in closer to place a gentle kiss on it. he backed up and looked at you "tell me if you need anything, okay?" he said softly. you smiled and nodded, geto pulled you closer to him as he began to drift away to sleep.

you followed him soon after, resting your head on geto's chest as he caressed your back slowly. you may hate him for how he acted before, but right now feels perfect.

[ecslair]

lazy sunday mornings | n.k

pairing : nanami kento x reader

warnings : fluff, slightly suggestive, lots of kissing, hugging, established relationship

contents : reader is gender neutral. nanami as your boyfriend. nanami bakes (canon fr)

the sun peeks through the curtains. you woke up from the sound downstairs, as you noticed it felt empty beside you. your mind foggy as you tried to remember what happened last night. a warm feeling creeped up to your cheeks as you finally remembered.

still feeling a bit sore you tried to walk downstairs, seeing nanami busy doing something in the kitchen. the smell of banana bread hits you as you get closer to him. a warm smile began to form on your sleepy face as you walk closer to him, wrapping your hands on his waist.

nanami stopped what he was doing and turned to look at you. he leans down to kiss your cheek and lips gently. his left hand sneaking on your waist and his right one rested on your head. your head nestled on his chest, as you hug him closer.

"did you sleep well?" nanami asked as he caressed your hair softly. you let go and looked up to him, nodding in response. nanami chuckled before grabbing your waist and placed you on the kitchen counter. you gasped quietly. nanami puts both of his hand on the side of you. admiring your face and smiling to himself.

"i made your favorite" nanami said, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly. "banana bread?" you asked him ecstatically. nanami chuckled before he nodded. "aren't you tired?" you asked. nanami shook his head slowly, he leaned in closer and nestled on your neck. you leaned to him and pat his back.

"what's the plan for today?" you asked him in your sleepy voice. he looks up at you and pretended to think for a while. before he smiled and said, "you".

you gave him a confused look. "what does that even mean?" you laughed. "you'll see" nanami smiled at you sweetly. he leaned in and kissed your lips, a bit hungrier this time. his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer before a sound from the oven made you both parted away from each other with a chuckle.

lazy sunday mornings is never boring when nanami's around.