#god... nanami with piercings though...

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Bwehhh...

I need nanami to have piercings so bAAAAADDDD, AEUGHHHHH

God, i can just see him with nipple piercings-- like barbells that he can occasionally swap out for rings and like--aUGH i just googled types of nipple piercings and DUUUUUUDE nipple shield piercings on him would look SO PRETRY IM GONNA START CRYING LIKE-- theres just a small ring of 6 sapphires around and shielding his nipples from gojos fingers-- im DEAD. I can just see gojo being so obsessed with a physical (kind of) permanent claim on nanami on hjs body hfjshcsjfj

And like--not just that, FUCK a tongue piercing would ve so hot as wellllllll HHHHHHH-- i can just see him playing with and teasing gojo with it when they make out or when he blows him or when they generally just exist near each other

I can see ear piercings being his first ones though--like the typical earlobe piercing everyone has at first, and then slowly increasing the amnt of that and then going into the rest of his ear. I can so CLEARLY imagine gojo playing with the studs and rings whenever he leans in close to kiss or to whisper something to him fhskfjdkg

brow piercings as well—JKNFJKNGAS he deffo wouldve had to remove them when he got hired for a job but GOD imagine college nanami with his face full of metal, glare sharper than glass, and strength hidden in those lanky limbs UGH. i bet he was that colleges underrated hearthrob, i SWEAR

but like, when he gets back to jujutsu and gets back all his old piercings?? gojo is deffo gonna try to kiss each and every one of them—also pulling some jokes abt his "emo kouhai finally getting his final form" LMAO

speaking of kisses... i read this nanago fest entry where nanami has DICK PIERCINGS and im. i. i was gagged. much like gojo in said fic JKNFGJKLsN—i can only IMAGINE, with said fics help, how gojo would absolutely SWOON or get so intimidated (horny) by it LIKE—depending on the type of dick piercing as well, its gonna be INTIMIDATING FR. tip only, fucking ribbed, both, other types that i cant think of rn, KLJFNdLGHKsjN—the two will be a VERY happy couple

[eraserbread]

your older boyfriend, nanami, has a sneaking suspicion you like arguing with him.

it always starts with something stupid, him denying you a new purse you wanted, or him telling you no when you asked to come to his house. he gave you a good reason, he was tired, and you were too rowdy.

this time, he didn't come visit you when you were in the office on your internship.

nanami was innocent - caught in hours of meetings that didn't align with your work schedule. He texted you a quick apology that night, but you were seething.

it's like he's ashamed of you -- too used to you.

and that's what you tell him when you crawl into his jet-black car the following night.

"if you hate me, just say it." you pout, slamming his passenger door and not bothering with your seatbelt as you sink into the cool leather.

"what are you talking about?" though you're mad, he still plants a hand against the top of your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his way of telling you hello. "I don't hate you."

"you never come visit me at work anymore. and you hardly fucking work, I mean there's nothing that important that you completely forget about me, is there?!"

"god, here we go again..." he mutters absolutely devoid of emotion. he'll let you rant all your feelings out to him, he'll yell back a little bit, then he'll fuck you stupid and sorry... it's just the way things play out with you two. "I didn't forget about you."

you're ranting with your hands, staring into the side of his stoic face as he drives calmly. it's like your anger is lost on him, or perhaps you weren't really angry -- why isn't he cracking..?

"you son of a bitch, you never listen to me!" you're squealing, stamping your foot, and crossing your arms when he just... keeps on driving.

then, he's turning back home and you're left in a scowl staring out of the window. literally all he had to say to soften the mood was I'm sorry, but he wasn't sorry. there was nothing to be sorry for, and you knew he preferred to keep the relationship work-appropriate at work. carving out time between meetings to visit you is not work-appropriate, so he's not sorry. oh well.

so if you wanted to spout baseless reasons to hate him all the way to his front door, he'd listen and take it. until, that door locks and he's rolling his shoulders and pulling his tie loose.

"just, shut up about it."

"s-shut..?" you reply, shocked by the choice of words he's never given you before. every other time you poked at his nerves, he'd just roll his eyes and give you what you wanted.

tonight, instead of giving in, he has you on your hands and knees in front of him, gagged between the teeth with his spotted tie.

he's fucking you hard in his bed, keeping you pressed in doggy as he guides you back with each of his thrusts. his big hand is tangled in his tie, loose digits twisted in your hair so he has those nerve-endings hostage as well. it's a sensory overload, from the sound of his grating voice, to the feeling of your inescapable whines against the gag. it was all just so erotic.

"listen to that -- sweet silence," he grunts in unison with his thrusts. he's got you pierced so stupid and pliable on his cock, that you weren't even worried about anything else. all you can focus on is the sensation of his thick length stretching you to the hilt, springing tears to your eyes as you try and take all of it.

nanami hates it when you run from his cock, it just makes him fuck you harder. but, he was unraveling inside of you, hanging on by the grace of god and slivers of self-control

so when you slide your spent knees further up the bed, trying to free your body from the dirty punishment, he has all the more reason to pull out, slapping a strong hand over your puffy cunt and hooking two fingers inside your hole. he's got his fingers crooked at that perfect angle to coax exactly what he wants from you.

you fingers claw at anything they can grab, sick whiny cries dampening the tie between your teeth as you cum for the third time, sobbing in relief when you feel his hot, thick seed drip down your spent cunt as he unravels in succession.

"so mean... t'me..." you manage to breathe out, shuddering in a limp pile of mess on his bed. nanami steps away like an artist admiring his work, brushing some of your taste from his lips to suck back between them.

"whatever you say." he mumbles, sliding his tie from your skin, but disregarding your frame further.

he was going to take a shower... you are welcome to join him, but only if you

shut the hell up.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo x wife reader request

Gojo’s wife has always been calm and collected despite any situation. She treats both the first and second years as if they were her own.When the elders call her in for a meeting about the first and second years she gets protective and reminds them why she’s called the White Snake Sorceress.

Hehe this was so fun to write, we love a strong and badass woman who takes no shit! Let me know what you think <3

Gojo's sweet wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students

Pairing: Gojo x wife!reader; wife!reader x students

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Warnings: Gojo's wife being a menance to Jujutsu High elders lol, langugage, violence, Satoru Gojo enjoying every second of it, reader being like a mum, this is just pure comforting entertainment so enjoy hehe

„Hey darling, what are you up to this morning?”, your beloved husband mutters against your ear.

Shivers of comfort run down your spine immediately, you can’t help but embrace the love of your life with your arms wide open. Words can’t express how much you love Satoru Gojo, the man who stole your heart a long time ago and is now your husband. To this day you can’t put a finger on why he chose you. You, a calm and collected woman. You, who always keeps a cool head in every situation. You, who many people like Nanami describe as the complete opposite of him. But somehow you make it work. And god, how good it feels to wake up in his arms and greet him at Jujutsu High all over again.

“Oh, I was actually looking for my students. I haven’t seen any of them this morning, even though Maki usually goes for a run around this time”, you reply, face scrunched up in confusion.

You always cared for your students as if they were your own kids and Satoru can’t help but love you even more for it. The way you seem to know every minor detail about them, how you treat every single one with so much care while still teaching them hand to hand combat like none other, how they look up to you. It’s not a secret to anyone at Jujutsu High that your students love you just as much as you love them – even Megumi can’t escape a small smile as soon as you enter the room.

Knowing that, Satoru needs to swallow hard. Oh, you will totally go crazy if you hear where they are…Should he even tell you? Wouldn’t it be fun to let the elders deal with you? He knows how much you can change from your calm and collected self into a maniac if it comes to your precious students.

“Well, about that…”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his head just like Megumi does when he’s uncomfortable.

Your eyes dart towards him immediately, arms crossed in front of your chest. The face your husband makes doesn’t mean anything good, that’s for sure. Just a few days ago you talked for hours with the director and the elders about a potential mission for your first and seconds years. It would have been today if you aren’t mistaken. And all of them aren’t around…Your hands clench into fists, gaze piercing through him without any mercy.

“The elders decided on carrying out the mission despite your disapproval. Out students are on the way to where the special grade was last seen.”

“Is that so, huh.”

Your eyes darken in an instant, your cute and feminine features change so drastically that Satoru himself has to blink a few times. That causes trouble. And he’s totally here for it.

“Thank you for telling me, love. I will go and have a little talk with them.”

With a last soft kiss on his cheek you move towards the main building, towards the disgusting people who risk the lives of their students like there’s no tomorrow. Anger rises up inside your veins and almost takes your sight. You explained them over and over that a special grade curse along with who knows how much other strong curses is too much for only students to handle. Especially after they had to work so much lately, after they’ve been through hell and back, they aren’t capable of doing that alone. But instead of sending your husband and yourself like you suggested, they simply ignored your advice and sent them away without letting you know.

Enough of being kind and collected. You’ll show them a side of you they haven’t seen yet.

“What are you doing here, Gojo?”, Yaga Masamichi questions when catching a glimpse of you.

His heart stops for the split of a second. The way your stone-cold eyes dart towards him, your fists hanging unpromising down your body, your straight and confident walk…

No, he has never seen you like this. What happened that made you this mad?

“Are you responsible for the first and seconds years going on that suicide mission?”

While your voice does sound as collected as usual, the look on your face and how you position yourself in front of him tell otherwise. Of course, he is aware of the fact that you care about your students as if they’re your own children, but still…

“Me along with the elders. And as a teacher of Jujutsu High you are advised to accept that decision”, he replies without thinking twice.

You nod briefly, taking in his disrespectful words. Throughout all this time you taught here at Jujutsu High, you never lost your temper once, not even on the battlefield. You were always able to keep yourself together, no matter how rough the situation was. But this, the fact that they play with the lives of your beloved students like with dolls truly tests your patience to the brink.

“Follow me to meet them.”

You know exactly where does old farts are. Sitting on their asses in the room on the end of the hallway, drinking tea while deciding on the lives of others.

“Wait, you can’t just stomp in there”, the director shouts after you.

But you couldn’t care less. With a swift motion you swing the door open, exposing them sitting down just like you imagined.

“Satoru Gojo’s wife? What are you doing here? We didn’t ask you to come”, one of them barks at you.

“You all are aware of the fact that I could kill every single one of you without even blinking, right?”

Deadly silence hangs in the air, all pairs of eyes set on you in utter disbelief.

“(y/n)”, Yaga Masamichi breathes out behind you, the words that just left your mouth being so unusual for you.

What happened to the sweetheart of woman you are, the gentle smile that’s always plastered on your face, your calm and collected character of gold?

“And still, you foolishly decided on sending my students away. Into their certain death”, you continue.

It takes all of your strength to not lunge yourself at them. Who do they think they are to play with your student’s life like that? Aren’t they aware of the psychical damage that was done to Yuji when he fought against that special grade along with Nanami only a few days ago, when Nobara and Megumi almost lost their lives if it wasn’t for Shoko?  

“I know how much you care about your students, but this is-“

“Shut up”, you hiss through gritted teeth at the man standing in the door.

“You will call my husband here and tell him to support my students within this difficult task. You will send both of us after them to make sure that no one gets hurt because all of them have been through enough horror the last weeks.”

“And what if we don’t? You are nothing but a teacher, no matter how strong you are and who your husband is”, the oldest of them interrupts you rudely.

The clicking of your heels against the ground runs shivers down their spine while you elegantly make your way towards the man with long white hair who spoke to you so foolishly. Before anyone in the room is able to react, you grab his throat and yank him upwards, head meeting the cold wall behind him.

“Then you will experience yourself why I’m called the snake sorceress. Do you know about the deadliest snake in the world? The inland taipan can send up to 230 humans 6 feet underground with a single bite. Be aware of the fact that I am able to wipe out this whole room without even blinking. Don’t ignore me when it comes to my students ever again or I’ll show you than I’m capable of more than smiling gently.”

You let go of him roughly, wiping your hands on your uniform.

“I expect your call within the next 5 minutes. And please inform my husband about your decision as well”, you announce into the room with your usual calm voice.

Without sending them a single look, you leave the room and building behind, humming to yourself while holding your face into the sun. Yes, that definitely felt good. Maybe that was enough to make them learn their lesson. You might be gentle, but you aren’t a special grade sorcerer out of nowhere.

“Look who’s there, the woman who just threatened the higher ups of Jujutsu High all on her own. Did you really choke that man?”

Your husband grins at you widely, his blindfold already taken off. You simply shrug your shoulders and smile at him.

“Apparently I was able to convince them somehow. Come on, we should get going. I hope all of them are alright…”

“With a mum like you, they’ll definitely be.”

Your head darts towards your husband warningly, hands holding onto his shoulders.

“Don’t say it like that, I’m their teacher”, you clarify.

“And you care about them as if they were your own kids.”

“Well, someone has to do this, right?”, you reply with a cheeky smile before rushing to aid your students.

Hopefully they’ll never forget the lesson you taught them today.

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[dumbgoondog]

Baby and Baby(Part 1)

MDNI +18 NSFW

Cw/Tw - pregnancy/breeding, degradation, stomach bulge, rough sex

Ft. Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, and Yuji

You ask your lover to get you pregnant! GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader

SATORU GOJO

“H-huh?” Gojo stutters, caught off guard his hips slowing and pulling down onto his lap, “Take the condom off? Did you start the pill?”

You smile and shake your head, a blush creeping onto your face as you pat at your stomach, “Satoru I wanna baby… with you.”

Gojo stares, those bright blues staring through white lashes as he tries to think, but god you squeeze around him and he’s thinking about getting to take paternity leave and just rest at home taking care of you. Bouncing a baby and seeing himself and you in this bundle of joy, the next generation, HIS next generation! You and him had talked some about kids, how he’d like some and you were open, but now he knew that his life would always be with you.

Sitting up he’s kissing you sweetly, giving little noises into the kiss as he pulls you up off his dick, hand moving to the condom and off with the blue rubber. You’d both always used condoms so this was going to be nice, going in raw, getting to fill you. The choked stutter that left him when you started slipping him back in though, was desperate and euphoric.

He wraps his arms around you tight, your walls wrapped around him tight too. He’s kissing along your neck and easing himself into the wet warmth of you, twitching as every bump and squeeze. The tip pushes and presses to your cervix with a slick kiss, and he kisses you before smiling to you, “Well sweetheart, time to start pumping you until we’ve got a bundle of joy in our arms!”

KENTO NANAMI

Nanami nearly spit out his drink, stiffening hearing you speak and ask if he wanted you to make him a dad. A warm dinner sat between you two, and you were pretty set this was the perfect time to ask, since he’d be relaxed enough for it! Now though you’re a little worried with how slowly he puts down his cup, a hand coming up around his jaw as he looks to the side.

“It’s okay if not! I just thought- I wanted to be a bit sexy about asking and- I’m sorry!” You stumble for words fiddling with your hands gazing down to your lap, embarrassed. Was this a bad idea? Did you go about it wrong or was he just against the thought of kids so much it was a deal breaker?!

“Take them off,” You’re startled quickly from your thoughts looking up with big eyes and confusion to see that Nanami is by your chair unbuttoning his pants, “You’re going to make me a proud dad, alright? Don’t apologize, I want you. I want us, I want to have kids with you.”

“Kids?!”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

“A Baby huh?” He pants, hips still smacking into yours a hand in your hair pulling it back so you’re looking at him. His other hand moves from holding the wall to resting over your stomach where his tip can be seen with every thrust in pushing at your walls, “a baby and you can hardly fit all my cock, damn you love this dick huh? Love it so much your cunt wants my seed planted in your womb.”

You’re stammering again, brain all mushy from his thick cock stretching you, the veins like textured ridges drawing out all of your slick and creating creamy rings at his base. He can’t help but chuckle seeing you trying so hard to mouth for him to please give you his kids, “damn, who can say no to such a messy slut? You cunt’s trying to milk me every time already, pussy so hungry for my cum shit’s got you cryin.”

And he’s right, you can feel the tears filling up your eyes and dripping down your flush cheeks. His hand slides from your tummy to your puffy lips feeling as he slips in out a few more times before he slows and slides to just the tip. His fingers pushing and pulling off the condom as he hums smacking at your cunt with his now exposed tip leaking and sticking pre between your folds.

You can feel the bump of his Prince Albert piercing prying at your entrance to sneak his leaking in before he’s even in. You whimper trying to push back, to push down onto him and he’s teasing you fingers opening your folds for him as you drip onto his cock. He moves the hand from your hair to hold your cheeks having you to kiss him, “Yeah let’s get you knocked up so everyone knows you’re taking my bone like a good dog.”

YUJI ITADORI

“Cuffs, collar, AND the muzzle..? Lover what are you gonna do huh? Can I know?” He’s getting hard quick, anticipation gnawing at him and you’re watching his tip Bob and dribble already, “No condom? What if I can’t pull out in time though? I mean I can afford the doctor visit but it’s invasive of you!”

“Well don’t pull out th-“

The chnk! Of the chains makes you snap your head up quick, and Yuji’s got that stare. He hasn’t broken them, yet, but he’s straining them and his muscles are flexed tight. You give him a quirked brow grabbing the lube and slipping back onto the bed starting to stroke him getting a rasped gasp, you smile and continue to speak, “As I was saying, well don’t pull out. Yuji I want you to give me a baby.”

You can see his brain clicking the switch flipping, the way he holds himself shifting, the way he licks at his scar and teeth, “uh… baby? Want baby?” He asks trying to stay focused eyes eating you up and you can feel the heat between your legs increase, “my baby? In you?”

You nod, kissing at his chest, one hand stroking and squeezing his throbbing cock the other languid between your folds and circling your entrance. Again he jerks on the chains and to his dismay he realizes they’re reinforced with cursed energy so that they wouldn’t break so easily. Yuji gives a low grumbling noise hips thrusting into your hand as he huffs at you, you give a small laugh and kiss his neck, “yes, I want your babies, Yuji.”

From the corner of your eye you see it, the dotted lines on the chains and scissors leading the lines. The cuffs cleave with the chains like a hot knife on snow, and he just jerks his head to break the collar’s chain. You swallow knowing tonight was about to be LONG.

[saycheeeese]

Learn to Love Yourself

୨୧ Though this is for my Nanami fans, this post is specifically for my readers who struggle with body images and EDs. Remember, you're beautiful just the way you are! ୨୧

Food was your enemy. Whenever you heard of an event, you immediately found other places to be. You began to withdraw from social gatherings, and slowly ceased midnight snacking.

Nobody noticed. Nobody, that is, except for your God-sent husband.

Nanami often walked in to you body-checking yourself, or weighing on the scale, or reading the nutrition labels on foods. He never said anything, just retreated out of the room, lips pursed and one more wrinkle added to his forehead.

But you did find sticky notes on the most random surfaces in the house. You try to pry open a container of green tea, and a neon green sticky note with a message "You're so beautiful" would be pasted over the nutrition value label.

This silent war went on, you avoiding food, your weight drastically falling. In a matter of months, your sunken cheekbones pierce through your skin and your eyebags turn hollow, your shoulders sharp and pointed and collarbones eerily visible. Your hairline recedes dangerously and you can count almost each of your ribs, but that's okay, isn't it? Beauty is pain and beauty is everything. Or so you thought.

One day, when Nanami had finally had enough, he strolled into the bedroom where you'd taken refuge in after fleeing the dinner table. You'd said you hadn't an appetite, and silently withdrawn, your mashed potatoes and gravy going cold on your plate, untouched, along with the apple juice. You'd sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone, bitterly looking at photos of women with perfect appearances.

"Care to tell me what is bothering you, my love?" His voice is unusually soft, as if treading over dangerous territory. He crosses the distance in three long strides, perching on the bed beside you, taking your delicate hands in his strong, warm ones.

"Hm?" You look up absentmindedly, tears burning your throat as you repeatedly think, why am I the only one who has to do effort to be pretty? "Nothing."

He scoffs. Actually scoffs. "Don't give me that attitude, love. Tell me exactly what's wrong?"

"Like I said, nothing is-"

He sighs, shoulders sagging. "My love, darling wife, are you under the impression that I have not noticed you skipping your meals? That I am blind to the way your bones are becoming ever so prominent, that I have to make more effort to hug you tightly? Please, my love, tell me what's wrong. As your husband, I swear I will not judge you."

You loose a tight breath and fiddle with your fingers. "I ... Nanami, do you think I'm ... pretty?"

Nanami looks up at you, eyes sharpening beneath his glasses. Not in anger, but focus. Concern. Attention. The kind of gaze that weighs truth and chooses words carefully. He shifts closer to you, squeezing your hands once. Then he stands slowly. Waits a few seconds. And then pivots to you, his strong frame towering over you, yet the softest expression is on his face.

"I think," he begins, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

You shift, folding your arms over your chest. "You're just saying that to make me happy."

"No," he intervenes, his voice pleading. "I don't say things I don't mean." He inhales, closing his eyes, then opens them and smiles at you. A genuine, earth-shattering smile, warmer than a summer noon and sweeter than honey. "When you smile - really smile, not that polite one, I forget how sentences work. When you’re upset, your face scrunches right here,” he brushes a knuckle under your eye, tentatively, “and I want to rewrite the whole world just to ease it."

You look down, blinking fast. His finger slips under your chin and tilts it upwards, your eyes locking on his.

“You don’t have to look like anyone else,” he continues, quietly. “You’re not a painting to be judged. You’re the home I come back to."

"But-"

"It always surprises me, looking at you. Like staring at something the heavens shouldn't have made real. And if I say I am blessed to have you, the angel, the gift from heaven, the deity I always heard of but never saw until you entered my life, then it would be an understatement. I wish you could see you the way I do; then you'd fall in love with every infinitesimal detail of yours, the way you speak, the lilt in your voice, your accent, your eyes, the swing of your arms, your little dance when you like your food, that small scrunch on your nose whenever you're thinking, your eyelids drooping if you're angry, your nervous fidgeting and biting? My love, my sweetheart, my dearest wife, the light of my life; I have so much yet so little to say about your beauty. But ..." He takes a breath.

"God, I still cannot believe what did I do to deserve you. All I know is, I am forever grateful to you for making me believe in love, cradling my heart and promising me sweet rivers in heaven and bright stars in the sky; but I was not fazed or moved by your promises - it was you that made me crazy for you, your love. When you smile at me, like there is no one else in the world, no other men you prefer, it feels as if my heart would explode. My dearest treasure, my own Goddess, can you believe how hard is it to not kiss you whenever I see you? You may think you are imperfect, but for me, you are the standard, the beauty standard, and no other woman can be like you. You... you're impossible to get tired of, to forget, to get over."

"You ask if you’re beautiful like it’s a simple thing, like your beauty could ever be contained in a single word. If you were a sunset, people would bleed their fingers climbing cliffs just to watch you from a better angle, snapping pictures until their batteries died and their eyes still wouldn’t be full. If you were a painting, artists would curse their own hands, envy the God who sculpted you, and burn their brushes because nothing they create could ever compare, because you're the kind of stunning that makes artists want to pause, stare at you with their mouths open for an eternity and they still wouldn't want to go, still wouldn't be able to paint you, forever be envious that God made someone like you, and they cannot create an artwork close to capturing your beauty. If you were a poem, libraries would go silent when your name was whispered, and every stanza would be memorized like scripture. The stars would rearrange themselves to mimic the curve of your smile, and flowers would grow in your footsteps just to say they bloomed near you. Birds would forget how to sing when you spoke, and time itself would stutter just to catch another glimpse of you. You are not beautiful. You are beyond it. You are the ache in every artist’s chest, the line every poet dies trying to write. So no, don’t ask me if you’re beautiful. Ask me if the ocean envies your depth, or if the heavens pause to marvel when you pass. Ask me if I still remember how to breathe when you look at me like that … and the answer will always be no. And if you believe you are not the alluring siren I fell in love with, whom I devoted my life to, then let me prove it to you."

Nanami gently releases your chin, dropping his finger to your collarbone. He wipes away every tear rolling down your cheek, then kisses each side softly, cradling your face with a tenderness reserved only for you. His nimble fingers make quick work of your blouse's buttons, then, with one look at you, he slowly slips it off your shoulders.

You inhale sharply, ashamed that he is seeing your imperfections, the bones and curves, but all you can find in his eyes is affection so potent it steals the breath from your chest. He trails his fingers down your torso before gently undressing your skirt, then drops to his knees.

He raises his head, looking at you with a reverence found in a person kneeling in front of their deity. He cups a warm hand around the back of your thigh, then brushes his lip against your leg. A gasp crawls out of your burning throat, embarrassment flushing your face; but in Nanami's eyes, you're perfect, the embodiment of perfection.

He worships your body, slowly, gradually, leaving a trail of kisses along your leg, burning fire in their wake. He pauses. "I love everything about you. Your long legs, no matter how thick or thin they are, as long as they're yours (he chuckles, hot breath fanning your thigh). I wish you could see yourself the way I do, the way I'm doing now. I want you to remember me, remember this, whenever you look at yourself. The next time you look at yourself in the mirror, maybe you'll recall this memory of me, the words I said."

He resumes his ascent, rising on his knees, placing kisses across your abdomen as he holds you tight, like he fears you might disappear if he doesn't hold you close. The entire way, until he reached your neck, he kept saying words of affirmation, encouragement, devotion, telling you how pretty you are, what a hold you have on him, and when he teasingly - yet gently - clamps his teeth down on your fluttering pulse, he lowers you on the bed, lips on yours, devouring you dotingly, before pulling away.

"Stay there, my love; I'm coming back." With that, he exits, hands in his pockets. You bolt up on the bed, throwing a silk robe over your figure, frantically searching for a mirror - when you find it, you rise on your knees and glance at your reflection: hair cascading down to just above your waist, face gaunt and limned with pale moonlight and the scant luminescence of the single light bulb on, your body flawed and warped in your eyes. The door knob squeaks, and you plump down on the bed, the air whooshing out of the pillows.

Nanami flashes you a smile before rounding the bed and sitting beside you. He extends a plate towards you, and your heart plummets. He can evidently see the terror on your face, because in one swift move, he turns you around and holds you in his arms. The plate of chocolate-covered strawberries sits innocently in front of you.

"You once told me, you loved chocolate covered strawberries, right?" He softly says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You gulp. "You said you could eat them all day. Now, I know what is up with you. Food is not your enemy." He says a bit sternly, before grinning. "So, to help you fix your relationship with eating, I made these for you myself. Don't worry, I cook real good. I ... hope this whets your appetite, even if it surfaces trepidation about the fact you'll "gain weight". These are healthy, have low calories, aren't cheesy or fried, but who cares, right? Life is short, eat what you want. I chose this dish because it's easy to start your recovery with a simple snack like this. Please, eat. Y/n, can you eat this for me?" He looks at you with puppy eyes for the first time since you've seen this no-bullshit man, which makes you choke a strained laugh.

With trembling fingers, you pick up a strawberry. So much chocolate, so much sugar... But Nanami wraps a hand around yours, grounding you, and stills. He waits, waits for you to give a signal, so that he knows he's not forcing you to eat. You nod, words vanishing, and he guides your hand to your mouth. You nibble the strawberry, taking the smallest bite, and he beams at you, the most genuine, blinding smile, like he is so proud, so happy. You give him a close-lipped smile, and he picks up a strawberry himself. He looks at you, then takes a small bite. Eating with you.

"You know, the more you eat, the more I get to eat," he winks at you, bringing out a faint color in your cheeks. You understood what he meant, and he smirks back at you before picking up another drizzled fruit.

In half an hour, you've eaten three strawberries, Nanami's eyes wet with tears, like a proud father. You laugh out loud at that, and he nuzzles his face into your neck. You realize he's keeping you busy and distracted so you can't burn the food off, or throw it up, take in some medicines. You instinctively shoot a hand to your stomach, biting your lip in worry, but he shakes his head. "Do you think you could love me if I wasn't slim and thin?"

Nanami looks at the glasses in his hands, as if mulling over his answer. "I loved you then, and I love you now, but if this keeps on, will there be you left to love?"

You sigh, and Nanami places a kiss on your forehead. "You look so cute when you're eating. Come back to me, y/n. Please. I miss you."

You nod. "I - I'll try. I'll try for you, my love. Just, stay with me."

"I will stay with you every step of the journey, every second, and if you ever feel scared, just know there is a man who is happy you're alive. I don't care how you look. I married you for your heart, for who you are. Just some fat or muscle couldn't make me change my mind." He scoffs. "I have an idea. How about we do movie night tonight?" He glances at you, asking for affirmation, and after months and months of avoiding him, you finally decide it's time. Time to love yourself, love him, and spend a life full of joy, not constant anxiety and body-checking.

And now, tucked in beside Nanami on the couch, watching a newly-released movie, you can see the path to recovery glimmering. And he is there, every step with you.

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Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

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morning sex! with nanami! it's all i fucking think about!!!!!!!

(arranged marriage au? slight somnophilia?)

he was usually up before you. like wayyy earlier. he's learnt not to bother you even though you can feel his massive weight be lifted of the bed. you know his routine by now. he goes to the gym early, showers and makes himself a cup of coffee by the time you start cooking breakfast. that's the routine, that's one you're aware of. what you don't know is that he's been watching you sleep... for like... everyday you both have lived together.

and it's !!not!! creepy, of course, you are his wife. it's not creepy, the fact that if he looks at you too long he starts to feel his pants getting tighter, a siege of blood flowing south.

it isn't wrong, when he pulls your covers down from your face. of course he just wants you to breathe easier. it's not lust. just an added bonus that he can now see your pretty lips parted, begging for a kiss and your pretty tits squished by your arms as you lay on your side.

if it's not wrong then why does he... why does he feel this way? this guilt? and why does it make him hornier?

so one of these weekends, as he told himself, he'd try his luck. it was all too unbearable for him at this point. you were fogging up his brain with these lewd images. and worst part was... you were oblivious to the effect you had on him.

it's a sunday. his body wakes up at the usual time. wee hours of the morning. you're by his side this time. it's all up to him now.

he tries to be discreet, at first. try lovey-dovey stuff first, as the internet has told him. you feel him shift in the bed and suddenly your husband's massive arms hug you from behind. the muscles tense as he pulls you to his chest. his heart is pounding. and its barely like 5 am.

"you're sleeping in?"

"yeah, weekend."

"no gym?" you ask. you both sleep face opposite sides, this is one of the few times you've had to adjust your body to his frame. you squiggle as you talk, trying to fit the soft curvature of your body with his flatter, harder frame.

"no.. it's uh... closed for maintenance today." he too has a hard time adjusting to you. to your curves, to your proximity, to how you slept in his arms like a fawn. to how he would conceal his erection to spend time like this with you. too much, too unbearable.

"oh, ok." you smiled. "wake me up if you need anything hm?"

you close your eyes once more. now something else woke you up. nanami's face nuzzled in your neck. his hands, this time, toying with your waist. his bulge apparent. it made sense now. you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

nanami kento is the beautiful man you are married to. gorgeous blonde hair. piercing brown eyes, shaped so angular that it's intimidating. perfect jaw structure. and god... that dick. he was caring and responsible too. how could a man this perfect ever love you? you were convinced he didn't. he always looked stoic, removed, disconnected from you an your relationship. he fucked you with care and gentleness and diabetic sweetness. you couldn't feel him want you. but you'd grown to want him. who the fuck has a one sided crush on their own husband?

but this... this felt different. this felt like all those fantasies were gonna come true. those moments you spent doting on him, creating the nastiest scenarios.

oh god, his soft blonde hair, unkempt and messy in bed. his eyes barely open, his body warm. he smelled like himself and not his expensive cologne. it was all so domestic. all so comfortable. how could you miss this side of nanami?

but you continued to be merry with the domesticity of it all to foresee how your perfect husband was about to perfectly split you open with his perfect dick.

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Jjk Men x chubby reader honeymoon Pt. 1

ft. Sukuna , Gojo , Nanami , Toji , and Naoya

Minors, do not read this, it’s nothing but smut. Pretty much jjk men and how their wife celebrates their wedding during their honeymoon.

Please do not copy or rewrite my works without my permission. 🫥

Sukuna - Your husband Ryomen Sukuna never seemed like the romantic type, which he wasn't. But for you, he didn't mind bringing you to this waterfall picnic, in a secluded oasis in the woodlands that was owned by a rich family. You were sitting underneath the waterfall, just taking in the gorgeous view of it, holding a glass of wine in your left hand. The view was gorgeous, a swimming hole was being filled by the waterfall, the was filled with coy fish.

Sukuna was setting up the picnic table that was big enough for the two of you, and you still couldn't believe how romantic this was. Sukuna even dressed up for you, which was also such a rare thing for him to do. You enjoyed this, though, smiling due to him finishing setting up the table, now sitting across from you. He wasn't expressing it, but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Thank you so much for doing this, baby. It really means a lot to me, especially after the week we've had." You two just got married a week ago, and now this celebration was going to also last a week long. You've been waiting for this moment your entire relationship with your now husband, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for the same thing. "It's really gorgeous out here, especially the coy fish, birds, oasis, and waterfall—oh my god!"

He loved seeing you this happy, so he couldn't help himself as he reached over the table to grab your hand with your wedding band on it. That of course got your attention, romantic Sukuna, was one of the best versions he's ever displayed to you. You loved him no matter what, but this was amazing. "I never thought I'd be telling anyone that I loved them. Not on the extent to which I am loving you, ____. This day is all about us, nothing or no one will ruin it."

Your heart throbbed so much for your husband, especially after he leaned over the table to kiss your plump lips, your left hand placing the glass of wine down so you could interlace your fingers together. The kiss was full on tongue boxing, your lips meshing together as the wetness from your saliva's joining and coating the thickness of your lips. Sure enough, Sukuna needed way more of you.

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You found yourself bent over the picnic table, thick fingers tangled in the locks of your hair as another huge hand smacked red prints into your plump ass. "Look at your ass jiggling on my cock, ____. Fuck, you've always been so beautiful." His free hand went to your thick hips to harshly pull you against his abdomen, his cock always splitting you in two. "You don't know how majestic you fucking look right now."

You couldn't register his words, especially with the way his cock so delicious slide throughout the spongy soft and sensitive interior and your pussy. All you could hear was his deep groans and the wetness of your pussy when his dick pierced precisely against that tingly spot inside of you. Sukuna loved how your body reacted to him, especially when your body released fluids that only he could ever make your body release.

"Fuck, look at you creaming on my cock. The wine was supposed to get you drunk and groggy, but apparently my dick is even better, huh?" You were definitely drunk on his dick, but not from the wine, literally from how addicting his cock fucked your pulsing and dripping pussy just right. "You're fucking cumming for me already, ____? Come here." He chuckled, yanking you up to stand on your feet and against his chest, one arm wrapped in between your breasts, the other reaching around to place thick finger's against your throbbing clit.

This only drove him to fuck your harder, "I'm gonna cum inside this time, ____. It's our honeymoon, why not make it even more special?" Your body trembling against his only egged him to go faster and deeper, he knew you wanted the same thing. "Just a little more baby, come on. Fucking cum with me!" His rumbling voice was all it took to get you there, along with himself, his other arm securing a spot back around you so he could hold you tightly as you both released harshly against one another.

Him not pulling out was the best feeling in the world, his lips landing against the back of your neck, sinking his teeth in only to slightly pierce the flesh. Sukuna let you rest against the table, but he didn't pull out. Instead, he placed both hands on the sides of your body, leaning over the table to whisper to you, "Come on ____, you always take my dick so well. You're definitely insane, if you think we're done."

Toji - Laying in a cozy log cabin, you were currently enjoying a tv show. The smell of food engulfed your nostrils, the holes flaring up from how delightfully pleasant the smell was.  Your now husband, Toji Fushiguro, was putting his cooking skills to the test for you in the kitchen of the log cabin he rented for three whole days, for the both of you to enjoy.

Knowing that Toji was married before, you didn't think that he would've popped the big question on you so suddenly one day, but you did not regret it. Him getting down on one knee and saying those four magic words, "Will you marry me?" Is always the reoccurring memory in your head. You didn't think Toji loved you that much, up until that day where he finally asked you to marry him, the most special day of your life.

"I see you're still in a good mood, ____." A deep voice spoke from the doorway of your shared room, and of course it was your husband Toji. Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, shirtless with only pajama bottoms on, he smiled handsomely at you like he always do. It was his one way of teasing you, because he knew you loved every small thing about him. Walking up to the bed you were laying upon, Toji settled himself on top of you and in between your plus thighs, his arms wrapped around your waist as he stared up lovingly at your face.

Placing your hand on his head, you smiled at Toji and said, "This is the best moment of my life, Toji. I'm glad that we were able to spend this time together." You slowly stroked Toji's black locks, staring down at his handsome before bringing your other hand to his face, slowly tracing the scar permanently imbedded on the corner of his mouth. "Besides, the food that you're cooking smells really good too. I'm taking it as the food is done?" You asked.

With a groan and shrug Toji replied with, "Hm, well yeah. But you know what tastes as good as it smells?" Your husband asked with a sly smirk, and you already knew exactly what he was mentioning, especially when his arms tightened around you. "We been here ever since 8 o'clock this morning, and now it's what-" He asked and looked to the night stand with the clock on it displayed 8:41 at night. "8 p.m. How about we enjoy a special treat, then eat together?"

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"I love how you shake, when you're taking my cock, baby. Look at how sexy you are—fuck!" A deep grumble erupted from Toji as he slowly but surely drilled his thick girth against your velvety walls. Your body always reacted in such a over dramatic way, every drag and pull of his cock against your walls sending a tingling sensation throughout your abdomen, as if every thrust he delivered was an orgasm in itself.

He loved putting you in missionary, so your plush body could receive stimulation in deeper areas to where you could almost instantly cum on his cock. His hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, your wind pipe struggling to get air, though you and Toji both loved it, especially since the sensation made your walls tighten impossibly harder against the thick organ that was fucking itself in and out of your deliciously fat cunt.

Toji loved this kind of love making with you, one hand around your throat, the other against the mattress you two laid upon to hold himself up and watch every part of you. His eyes trailed to watch his cock that continued sinking into your heat, his tongue sticking out from how erratic your clit looked from swelling and twitching from the way he pumped himself into you.

Your arousal coated his cock every time he pulled out, a slick white sheen decorated the black hairs at the base of his cock and made him impossibly harder. Your hand went to his wrist, getting Toji's eyes back on your face and he smiled in victory as he heard you struggling trying to speak, "Toji— fu— fuck! I— ugh— Toji!" Was all you could produce, your eyes rolling back as your walls clenched uncontrollably until he hit the back of your cunt, your pussy basically trapping him inside as it creamed harshly from the strong orgasm. "Toji—!"

Your voice reached an octave that he has never heard before, but the hard clench from your cunt instantly made him shoot thick jets of hot cum into your tight walls. His eyes sealed shut and his body twitched, though he wasn't done, his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him. "I'm glad you're a Fushiguro now, baby." Toji continued to slowly fuck into you, hearing squeals from you everytime he thrusted into you. "It's our honeymoon baby, we gotta keep this up."

Naoya - You didn't know how to describe this feeling. Absolutely terrifying, shocking, downright frightening, you didn't know. Your husband Naoya Zenin thought that facing your fears would be an appropriate experience on one of the most important day of your entire life. You were so many feet in the air, on a private jet that Naoya purchased just for you two. You enjoyed the time you two were sharing, but this jet experience turned your stomach.

He was comforting you every second though, and you didn't know that private jets had dedicated 'bedrooms' with classic King-size beds for total rest and relaxation on board and master suites. That part was very nice to know, but you still found discomfort in it. You both layed together in bed, the night being young and beautiful as he continued trying to get you to look outside the window that was above your bed.

You, however, were just clinging tightly to his shirtless chest, his arms wrapped securely around you to try and get you to calm down but it just wasn't working. "Honey, why are you so afraid? Just look at how beautiful the city looks from here, it's almost, just almost as beautiful as you are." But you weren't going for that, this was the scariest thing you've ever had to do in your life, and doing it on your honeymoon just wasn't making it better.

"Baby, come on, please?" He sighed out as you snuggled up tighter to his muscular chest, not letting him go for a second. "Look, if anything happens while we're on this jet, you know that I could save us both. No matter how high we are, you and I both will be fine, I promise." Naoya assured, his large hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You have nothing to fear in the presence of me, ____, and you know this. I want to enjoy this, but with you."

He sounded so sad that you couldn't help but look up at him. "But Naoya, it's just so scary." You confessed once again.

Thinking to himself, Naoya sat himself up with you following. "Listen baby. You hear that?" He asked as a brow of yours raised in question. "Does it sound like our jet is going to malfunction any second?" You could hear nothing, but the sound of the jet blades spinning on the outside. "Now look—look at that." Naoya smiled, taking your hand and slowly lifting you both up to look out the window above your bed. He settled himself behind you, his arms around your waist, and his head on your shoulder. Your breathing and body instantly calmed, "Look at how beautiful the city is from above, baby. Almost as beautiful as you." He softly spoke, his hands wandering your body as his lips planted a gentle kiss against your temple.

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With one big hand on the back of your head, and the other wrapped tightly around your throat, your body was puzzled together with your husbands. The slow upward thrust of his cock battered precisely against your delicate spots that had your mind racing like a track full of horses. His grip on your throat was tight, his hand holding your head still as you were forced to look at the city that he found so beautiful and adored so much.

"You're enjoying this now, aren't you ___? City looks really beautiful, right?" He was so cocky, knowing that when he made love to you, it would always be the best that you've ever had and he took pride in that. So he felt as if he could talk to you in whatever way he wanted. "What if I got you pregnant, up here right now baby? That would make the night even more beautiful."

The way your walls clenched on him only egged him on more, "Shit—you want that, don't you? I wasn't planning on pulling out, anyway." He whispered against your ear, his hot breath causing your pussy to leak around his cock, so much so trying to flood him out of your gushing hole. Biting his lip with a deep grunt, Naoya pulled you off the window and against his chest completely, "You really want me to get you pregnant, huh, ____?"

He wrapped his strong muscular arms around your body, his left hand gripping your chin and turning your head so that he could capture your lips in a heated kiss, his eyes sealed shut just as yours were to embrace the impact of this intimate moment. His balls slapped softly and gently against your clit, your juices soaking him in a delicious sheen of your juices. "I love you so much, ____." He desperately pleaded, letting his hips roll into yours in the most intimate way that had you pretty much drooling.

"Come on baby." He smiled against the side of your face, his hands sliding down your body and going to your thighs to harshly pull you against his hips and help you piston his cock faster and harder inside you. "I feel your little pussy clenching on me so tightly." With a deep moan, Naoya placed fingers against your clit to harshly draw deep circles on your wet nub. "Cum on my cock so I can get you fucking pregnant."

Nanami - Being in a five star classy hotel was the best way you could've thought of spending your honeymoon with your newlywed husband, Kento Nanami. The two of you were cuddling on the bed you shared, laughter filled the room as you watched a movie that was categorized as comedy. Everything at this moment was perfect, your husband holding your hand with your wedding band, occasionally playing with the rock inside it.

This moment was so special for you two, all this effort you two put into loving one another finally turning into a successful accomplishment. Not that anything else wasn't an accomplishment, but this was the best feeling either of you could've asked for. Nanami was in heaven, which is why he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, before placing a kiss to the side of your forehead.

"I love you so much, ____." Nanami confessed, even though he reminded you of this every single day, and every single chance he got to say this. Even with those three words and you hearing them occasionally, you adored them every single time, because he knew that you loved the reassurance. And that he loved you with every fiber in his body, he couldn't keep his emotions to himself now that you're both married and together forever.

"You don't understand how much I love you more, Kento. More than you ever could imagine." You whispered back, your soft words sending a jolt of lightening to his heart. He couldn't help how much he loved you, you were literally the best woman a man could ever ask for. His main life goal was to literally grow old with you, going through life together no matter how hard it is.

His hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you on top of him to straddle his muscular thighs. You could feel him, and judging by that look on his face, you could tell he wanted to completely forget this movie and just ravage you. But you loved how he asked when engaging these kind of moments. "Can we—indulge in each other a little more than this, ____? Only if you want to."

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Slowly but surely, you rode Nanami's cock so heavenly it had his eyes closed and his mouth halfway agape. Nanami had his hands stationed on your thighs, letting you ride him at your own pace, getting your own rhythm and letting you take whatever your body desired. All he could do was moan your name, the deep rumbles of his chest making your walls suction strongly on his cock.

Given his size, Nanami never minded being patient with you, he let you take control only when if you asked otherwise. "Kento—you feel sooo... sooo good, babe." The way your arms wrapped around his neck and hugged his torso caused your body to lift up on him more, shifting your hips in an angle that made his cock curve and deliciously slide across the silky surface of your tight walls. He loved moments like this, only with you.

"I love you, baby." His voice choked out. Your body was so beautiful, he loved how it felt when you pushed yourself all the way down on his thick cock. The way your body jiggled added more sensation to his body, the dopamine boost to his brain boiling sweat across his body, his thick organ leaking pre-cum and adding a tingly sweet feeling to his abdomen. He could feel himself about to burst, "____, I'm about to—"

"Please Kento—just—cum inside please, I'm cumming." Your voice broke in a way that had Nanami's sack tightening in a way its never done before. He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you against his cock to thrust up into you, assisting your body to rush the delicious taste that you both could feel on the tip of your tongue's. Your orgasms were right there, the feeling approaching faster than it ever had before. "Baby—!" You practically screamed out.

Nanami couldn't help himself, holding you against him as he lifted you with one arm and pushed you onto your back, keeping up the momentum and continuing the onslaught of his thick cock inside your sopping wet pussy. He concealed you and his moans with his delicate lips, letting his dick stir your insides in the way that instantly made you clamp down on him, your pussy making his body stutter and splatter a thick load of cum inside of you, painting your insides white like a beautiful canvas. He kept his hips moving, however, the overstimulation making your eyes water and your hands shoot up to push at his chest. "We have to keep going baby, I need you to know I love you so much."

Gojo - It was the second day of your honeymoon with your husband, Satoru Gojo, and here you were trying your hardest to get comfortable in the heat of this spa bath. How your husband was able to rent the entire spa place to yourselves for a day, you had not even the slightest clue. You were currently sitting in the water, trying your hardest to accommodate to the hot sensation of the water, but it just wasn't working.

Trying to imagine the water being cold, that didn't work, trying to imagine yourself at home in your bath tub where the temperature was just right, and bubbles popped around your body but nothing worked. Gojo told you that he just wanted to have a relaxing day with you but if you're being honest, you've never been to a spa a single day in your life. So this is all new to you, you didn't know how people could get comfortable in the heat of this water.

You were standing halfway out of the water, only half of your body in the water with your hands covering your chest. It was just so hard to get comfortable to the point where you could sit back and relax, but apparently your husband loved spas. And hearing the deep chuckle from behind you, you could also tell that he was enjoying the view of your body sticking out of the water.

"I must say, your ass looks good as hell from this angle, baby. Mind if I join you?" You didn't even have to say anything because he was already dropping his towel and for you, he always removed his blindfold, placing them both to the side. Stepping into the water without a second of hesitation, your husband sat on the edge of the water, his arms propped up on the edge as his legs spread open wide, a spot that was only reserved for you. "Come here, babe."

"Babe, how the hell am I supposed to get comfortable in this water? I mean, it's not like my bath at home."

Without hesitation, your husband grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, his arms secured tightly underneath your breast, his head on your shoulder with a small smile. "You'll get used to it, ____, I promise it's not too bad depending on how long you stay in. And if you want—" Your husband chuckled, "I know a sure fire way to make you more comfortable."

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Water splashed alongside the spa bath, Gojo holding your legs against his chest with one hand and his other hand having a tight grip around your throat. He loved the way your throat bobbed up and down desperately trying to get air from how tight his hood was around your neck. He let his cock slowly sink deeply into your heat, though, the impact of his hips caused your body to move harshly back and forth against the spa edge.

He looked so angelic fucking into you, his crystal blue eyes piercing daggers into your face. He loved staring at your face, watching how your facial expressions morphed into different one's with each thrust he shook through your body. "I'm so glad I rented this place just for the two of us—fuck, you look so good." His hold on your throat tightened, the rosey tint that appeared on his being one of the signs that your pussy was gripping him just right.

You loved hearing your husband moan from the tightness of your walls, and it was pretty hard to tell your soaking juices from the actual water. "Your pussy is warmer than this water babe, fuck—you don't know how much I love you." With your legs still on his shoulders, Gojo decided to fold you completely in half with his body weight, his long cock thrusting languidly into your wet walls, his hands holding your wrists flat against the surface of the spa. "You know babe, I don't think you've ever been tighter for me."

Your head lolled back against the edge of the spa bath, Gojo taking the initiative to suckle deeply onto your throat. "Satoru—everything feels so... fuck—! I love you!" That only edged him on to continue his administration's on your pussy, the slow methodical thrusting of his hips touching every sensitive spot inside your velvet walls. "Please do it this time, babe!" And that stopped him, the white haired male sitting up to look upon your face. Trying to see if you were serious or not.

"Are you serious, babe? You want it now?" Your desperate whining moan was all he needed to reel his hips back and continue his onslaught, his mouth engulfing yours to swivel his tongue around with yours. If you thought this was the right time for it, then Gojo definitely didn't mind trying. He's never done this before, but he was ready to see how it felt. "If you think now is the right time to get you pregnant, let's put a baby in you."

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[airandyeah]

Crying For Help (Alpha!Higuruma X Omega!Reader X Alpha!Nanami) Pt.4

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, I will mark every chapter as 18+ like all of my other A/B/O stories.

The dorm room is hazy with laughter and the faint scent of cheap perfume, a mix of body sprays clashing in the air. Someone’s sprawled across the futon, another cross-legged on the floor, and you—well, you’re perched on the edge of a desk, swinging your legs as you take a sip from your drink.

“I’m just saying,” you drawl, grinning as you twirl the plastic cup in your hands, “Higuruma Hiromi is hot. Like, stupidly hot. And he has that whole serious and brooding thing going on, which is so unfair, because what business does a guy have being that smart and that attractive?”

Shoko snickers from where she’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, taking a slow drag from her cigarette. “You’ve been talking about him a lot lately,” she muses, exhaling smoke lazily.

“Because I’m right,” you insist, gesturing wildly. “Have you seen his hands? God, imagine those on—”

“Alright, we get it,” one of your other friends groans, throwing a pillow at you. You dodge it effortlessly, grinning.

“But,” Shoko drawls, tilting her head, “if you think he’s so hot, why haven’t you done anything about it?”

You huff, leaning back on your hands. “Because he’s not interested. I mean, he barely even looks at me half the time. Every time we talk, he’s polite, but there’s zero flirting. I think he just thinks I’m annoying.”

Another friend hums thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s just shy?”

You snort. “Higuruma? Shy? Please. The man’s probably got, like, an entire list of law books that are more interesting to him than I am.”

A few of them chuckle, but before anyone can reply, Shoko’s gaze flickers over your shoulder. Her lips quirk up in amusement as she takes another slow drag.

“Hmm,” she hums, “I don’t think Higuruma’s the only one you’ve got wrapped around your finger.”

You blink, confused, and follow her gaze—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of a familiar blond storming out of the common area.

Nanami.

Your brows furrow.

“What’s his deal?” you murmur, watching his retreating back.

Shoko exhales smoke through her nose, something knowing in her eyes. “Oh, I dunno,” she says airily. “Maybe he’s just annoyed that you’re not as observant as you think you are.”

You scoff. “Nanami? Please. He barely tolerates me. No way he has feelings.”

Shoko just smirks.

And though you brush it off, the thought lingers—just for a second—before it’s lost in the haze of laughter and cheap alcohol. ~~~ You drop your bag onto your desk, sighing as you sink into your chair. The court hearing had dragged on longer than expected, and your heels were punishing you for it. Higuruma had been his usual composed self, navigating the chaos of the courtroom with the ease of someone who had long since accepted the absurdity of the legal system. You? You were just glad to be sitting down again.

But as you reach for your keyboard, you pause.

A single flower rests on your desk, delicate petals a stark contrast to the dull paperwork surrounding it. Your fingers brush against the small note tucked beneath it, and your heart gives an involuntary stutter as you read the word scrawled in neat, precise handwriting.

Sorry.

You stare at it for a long moment, turning the note over as if it might reveal something more—some hint as to who had left it, why they had left it.

But you don’t need to wonder for long.

Because when you glance up, your gaze locks onto a familiar pair of piercing eyes from across the room—watching, waiting, before quickly looking away.

Nanami.

The hum of the break room’s old coffee machine fills the silence as you pour yourself another cup, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. You barely glance up when Nanami steps inside, moving toward the hot water dispenser with his usual stiff posture.

For a while, the only sounds between you are the clinking of ceramic and the low buzz of fluorescent lights. But the note in your pocket feels heavier than it should, and before you can stop yourself, you clear your throat.

“So,” you begin, leaning against the counter, “what exactly are you apologizing for?”

Nanami doesn’t pause as he stirs his tea, but you catch the subtle way his fingers tighten around the spoon. “I went too far,” he states plainly, voice steady. “What I said about you not changing—it was uncalled for.”

You blink, caught off guard by the directness. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t fumble for excuses. Just a straightforward I was wrong.

Your lips twitch. “Damn. I didn’t expect you to actually admit it.”

“I know when I’ve made a mistake.” He exhales through his nose, finally glancing at you. “You’ve worked hard. I shouldn’t have dismissed that.”

Something in your chest loosens at the words, a tension you hadn’t realized you were carrying. You let the moment sit between you, warm and sincere, before a smirk tugs at your lips.

“Well,” you say, taking a slow sip of your coffee, “I guess I can forgive you—on one condition.”

Nanami’s brow lifts ever so slightly. “Which is?”

You grin. “You finally pull that stick out of your ass.”

His expression remains blank, but you swear you catch the faintest twitch of his lips. “I’ll consider it.”

And for the first time since you started this job, standing there in the break room with him, it feels a little less suffocating. ~~~ The next day, you sat across from Higuruma in his office, both of you buried under stacks of paperwork. The air was filled with the quiet rustle of documents being sorted, the occasional scribble of a pen, and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

You were moving with urgency, flipping through files and organizing them as quickly as possible. Higuruma, for all his usual composure, had his sleeves rolled up, hair slightly more tousled than usual—a rare sight that made you bite back a smirk.

"Who knew being a defense attorney was just glorified paperwork," you muttered, stapling a few pages together before shoving them into a folder.

Higuruma huffed a small chuckle, eyes still scanning the document in his hand. "You sound surprised."

"I was hoping for a little more drama," you teased, flicking through another set of reports. "Maybe a scandalous case or two—something ripped straight from a crime novel."

He hummed thoughtfully. "Oh, we get those. You just don’t see them because you're buried under all this ‘glorified paperwork.’”

You snorted, shaking your head as you continued sorting. Despite the monotony, you found an odd comfort in the quiet rhythm of working alongside him. It felt... easy.

Then, after a moment, Higuruma glanced up at you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something thoughtful in the way his eyes lingered.

"You’re doing well," he said simply.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

"Uh—thanks?" you replied, hesitating before adding, "I mean, I’m trying."

Higuruma nodded once, his focus already drifting back to the papers in front of him. "I can tell."

The words were quiet, but they settled deep.

As the last of the sorted papers were stacked neatly on Higuruma’s desk, you stretched your arms above your head, groaning at the satisfying pop of your joints.

“That was painful,” you sighed dramatically, slumping back in your chair. “I think I lost five years of my life to those documents.”

Higuruma smirked, rolling down his sleeves. “You’ll survive.” He glanced at the time, then back at you. “Lunch?”

“Fine. But only because I need food to fuel my suffering.”

The two of you grabbed your things and made your way out of the office, slipping past the busy halls of the firm. You could feel the weight of some curious stares—likely from nosy coworkers who had nothing better to do than gossip. But you ignored it, following Higuruma as he led the way to a small café just a short walk from the office.

The moment you stepped inside, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling food filled the air. It was cozy, dimly lit with warm wooden accents, and you immediately felt the tension from the morning’s work melt away.

“Good choice,” you murmured, scanning the menu.

Higuruma hummed in agreement, ordering a black coffee and something light. You, on the other hand, went straight for comfort food, ordering something warm and hearty.

As you waited for your orders, you leaned back in your seat, watching Higuruma stir his coffee absentmindedly.

“So,” you started, tilting your head. “Do you always take your assistants out for lunch?”

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he simply replied, “No.”

That made you pause, heartbeat hitching slightly.

“Then why me?” you asked, curiosity laced in your voice.

Higuruma took a slow sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. “Because I owe you lunch for all the work you did today.”

It was a simple answer. Logical.

As you both ate, the conversation drifted effortlessly between work, old classmates, and ridiculous courtroom stories Higuruma had collected over the years. It was easy—surprisingly so. Maybe it was the casual atmosphere of the café, or maybe it was just Higuruma himself, who had a way of making things feel a little less stiff when he wasn’t buried in paperwork.

At some point, the conversation took a nostalgic turn, and before you could stop yourself, you were already rambling.

“I mean, honestly, I had the biggest crush on you in college,” you admitted with a laugh, stabbing at your food with your fork. “You were, like, this ridiculously smart and brooding guy, and I was just a mess of bad decisions and too much eyeliner.”

Higuruma froze mid-bite. His dark eyes flicked up to you, unreadable as ever.

You, completely oblivious to the weight of your words, kept going. “Seriously, my friends used to make fun of me because every time I saw you, I’d go on about how unfairly attractive you were—like, I even remember this one time when I was getting ready for a party, and you just happened to be there, and I swear to god, I almost tripped over myself trying to act cool.”

A slow, deliberate sip of coffee was Higuruma’s only response. His posture was still composed, but his grip on the cup had tightened ever so slightly.

You chuckled, shaking your head at the memory. “Of course, you never paid me any attention. And if you did, it was usually accompanied by judgmental silence, which, fair. I wasn’t exactly a model student.”

Setting his cup down, Higuruma finally spoke. “You were… noticeable.”

That caught you off guard. Your fork hovered mid-air as you blinked at him. “Noticeable?”

He exhaled, gaze flickering to the window as if debating whether to elaborate. “Loud. Unapologetic. Always in the middle of something. And always surrounded by people.” His lips pressed together for a moment before he added, “You were hard to ignore.”

Your heart did something complicated in your chest.

“Damn,” you muttered, offering a wry smile. “You make it sound like I was a walking disaster.”

Higuruma looked at you then, expression softer than before. “Not a disaster. Just… different from me.”

The way he said it—low and thoughtful—made warmth spread through your chest.

You suddenly wished you’d held back on the whole ‘crush’ confession. Because now, you were looking at him, and it didn’t feel so past tense anymore.

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[ch6sos]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ teen!nanami headcanons

love my emo king so i decided to make headcanons for him because love himso sosooo MUCH <3 I am obsessed with nanami I am sorry guys for the amount of nanami but he is my beloved and my hyperfixation wooooooooooo

lmk if i should make an emo teen nanami as ur bf headcanon ill gladly do it sweetie pies

He is much quieter as a child and rarely speaks. I believe he will be more reserved as a teenager, not because he is shy, but because he dislikes talking to strangers. He is distant, but not unfriendly.

Haibara is the only person who is allowed in his room, and I do not make the rules. 

Owned an iPod/iPod touch (even though Nanami is the Samsung king) and he would stream his little emo bands.

As a teenager, he appears to be more immature and irrational, displaying difficulty in controlling his emotions sometimes. Despite his calm exterior, he is still a teenage boy so he has regular outbursts here and there.

HATED IT when he tried one of Shoko’s cigarettes; he most likely took one puff and began to cough as though he was going to die.

Sassy king who rolls his eyes and emo hair flips at least 7 times per second, 24/7.

“Nanami, can you do that thing?”

"Do not bother me at this time, Gojo." 

“OH MY GOD YOU DID IT.”

"What did I do."

"The hair flip thing... hahaha you need to cut your bangs."

"I prefer to keep it this way so I can focus on you with one eye and spare the other from seeing more of your face."

Haibara is an extrovert who encourages him to attend events and socialize with others. 

His backpack is tidy. His books are neatly organized, and his papers are not crammed together.

 He was forced to go to karaoke rooms with Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and Haibara, where he would sit and listen to them sing loudly.

"C'mon, Nanami... sing!" 

"..."

“Please?"

"..."

It turns out he was singing all along, albeit softly and quietly, while they sang along loudly to the screen lyrics.

He spaces out a lot when people talk to him because he just wants to go home.

Haibara is subtly affectionate towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder like many guys do. He doesn't push him off, but the other guy freezes and maintains some distance.

He once woke up from a nap and found himself wearing eyeliner, black nail polish, and eyeshadow. He immediately ran out to scold Gojo (it wasn't just him) (but he secretly liked it).

"Gojo, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your culture!" 

"Please refrain from touching me while I am sleeping."

“Hey! Who said it was only me?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Probably got a double helix piercing (that eventually healed when he became an adult) (sorry guys).

(Though he still has his earlobe piercings as an adult, he just never really wears earrings anymore. Though you can see the various holes.)

Geto accompanied him to get piercings, and despite feeling nervous at first, he ended up loving the experience and feeling badass.

"It feels good, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," he mumbled, trying to suppress a broad smile. As he arrived at his dorm, a dorky grin spread across his face. He stood in front of the mirror for several hours, hyping himself up.

Listens to My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Van Halen, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Green Day, Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and Paramore. And more. :)

He would probably like gothic characters from cartoons or shows, like Raven from Teen Titans.

If you quietly make your way into his dorm room while he's listening to music, you'll catch him singing out the lyrics to his beloved emo songs. As the music moves him, he'll start air guitaring and air drumming with fervor. However, if he catches you witnessing his private performance, you'll see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face.

Gojo once tried to dye one of his hair strands purple or blue, but he failed. Instead of turning the strand the desired color, it only lightened his hair slightly, resulting in a lighter shade of blonde that looked like gray hair.

"Gojo, you made me look like a grandfather. I should've done it myself.”

"Looks great on you, Nanami! Fits you too since you kind of act like a grandpa.”

"Oh you, son of a—"

He secretly owns a Tamagotchi named Helena after remembering it is a My Chemical Romance song.

Wept when they split up.

Has secretly attended several concerts, raves, and gatherings, enjoying the kindness and energy of the events.

Has previously used an Ouija board with Gojo, Geto, and Haibara, and the "spirit" liked him.

He goes to the Japanese equivalent of a Hot Topic to get his clothes.

He smells earthy and musky because he is emo, and he probably has a cologne fragrance bottle shaped like a skull.

He rarely posted on MySpace, and when he did, it was only about his music and book reviews.

Likely wore a fake lip piercing, a silver skull necklace, and one of those spikey emo bracelets.

Read Scott Pilgrim comics for a while. 

He was not too dry, so he used emoticons like "-_-" "-.-" "._. ".-." "^_^"

In his spare time, he enjoys reading books about horror and mystery. 

Owned a black Nintendo DS and always handed it to Haibara so he could play with it. Was not upset when Haibara accidentally dropped it in the water, but was sad that he lost his Pokemon progress.

Never had a genuine crush on someone, though when he does he becomes shy and awkward around the person he has a crush on, often finding himself avoiding them like the plague. Whenever he catches sight of them, uncertainty clouds his mind, nerves all over the place.

Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, they only seem to intensify. This is his first experience with a serious crush, and his initial reaction is to try to shake off the emotions, but he soon realizes that he can't - he's simply head over heels in love.

Whenever he sees them, he does a cute, dorky thing - he goes to his mirror, fixes his bangs, and hypes himself up. He sprayed more cologne than usual, coughed a little, and made sure his skull necklace, helix piercings, and slight eyeshadow looked good. He gives himself several minutes for a pep talk because he still gets so nervous.

He fidgets a lot, constantly finding ways to occupy his hands even when he appears outwardly calm. It's as if he can't help but engage in some form of repetitive movement, whether it's tapping his fingers, twirling a pen, or adjusting his sleeves.

He also stammers a bit sometimes especially when talking to someone he likes.

Talks to Haibara about how he feels most of the time. Out of everyone he trusts Haibara.

He draws on himself when he is bored. He intended to get a tattoo, so he drew on himself to see how it would look.

He has a journal, emphasizing that it's not a diary, where he writes down his emotions. He finds solace in jotting down his innermost feelings as he often struggles to express them verbally.

In his journal, not a diary, he vents a lot. He is frustrated with himself because he is so bad at expressing his emotions. When he wants to, he can't, and he just pushes people away, which he despises.

"Sometimes I wonder why. Why do I have to be like this? I do want to talk to people and express my emotions to them, but I could never. It genuinely scares me, and that is something I want to fix about myself."

Owns several band shirts and wears them to bed. When he is older, they're smaller on him. I wonder why.

When he's out with Haibara and the group, he always wears his headphones and drifts off while listening to music.

“NA-NA-MIIIII!”

*pretends not to hear gojo*

In the modern world, he would be the quiet student who consistently gets top grades, sits at the back of the class, and rarely participates.

When someone shares the same interests as him he tries not to look too excited but ultimately fails.

As a teenager, he adamantly refuses to pursue a romantic relationship but secretly desires one to fulfill his need for affection.

Thus, he spends his time reading romantic novels, gaining insights into how the male protagonists treat their significant others. This newfound knowledge inspires him to learn how to treat his future significant other.

Even though he is mature for his age, he sometimes wishes he had been raised differently. He genuinely feels like he is wasting his youth by not spending more time being a teenager.

Converse + Vans are his specialty and they’re all beat up.

He sees Geto as a fashion inspiration because he is another emo king.

When he's not in uniform, he enjoys wearing oversized, tucked-in T-shirts paired with sleek black pants and a studded belt. His fingers are adorned with multiple rings, and he complements this look with a sleek black watch.

He always spends an extra dollar to buy someone something from the vending machine. Need a soda? He gotcha.

He always seems to be munching on something, whether it's the crunch of Doritos or potato chips. However, he doesn't seem to have as much of a sweet tooth.

an emo king who deserves the world

a/n: i love my goat

[selarina]

I have a suggestion! What are your thoughts on the reader helping high school kento build a birdhouse?

"You know one of these days you'll have to actually help, right?"

"I am helping," you frown as you stare at your nails. You're not really looking. It's merely a shield, a way to avert your eyes from his piercing eyes.

"You're..." His voice trails off as he lifts the cumbersome goggles up from his eyes, to see you perched on the marble slab. A figure so idle and bored-looking and yet, you make no means to contribute. "You're sitting.”

He seemed clearly frustrated, but you're who you are, and so you giggled.

"I am. I am sitting while providing you moral support. I’m the pretty view that will keep you from going insane over that birdhouse. There is beauty in this world, Nanami-san. There is joy,” you beam as you wrap up your speech.

"We don't have time for this. We need to submit this birdhouse by Monday," he sighs, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. "That's only 3 more days."

“Oh, come on. We've got plenty of time," you say, waving off his concerns with a nonchalant flick of your hand.

But he's not easily swayed. "Plenty of time? We haven't even finished painting it, let alone adding the final touches. And we still need to figure out how to stabilise the roof so it doesn't collapse under the weight of the two birds."

You lean back on your hands, letting out a dramatic weary sigh. "Fine, Nanami-kun. If you're so worried, I'll try and help. But you have to promise me one thing."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "What?"

"That you'll stop stressing out so much. It's just a birdhouse, not a spaceship," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. "Oh, and that you'll buy me Mochi when we're done with an A+."

"I owe you nothing," he says, his arms crossed in defiance.

"Then I fear," you fake a frown. "I fear my legs just can't seem to reach the ground. You shall have to carry on without me." A tilt of your head, a pout on your lips. God, you're so annoying.

"I'll get you your Mochi," he concedes with a resigned shake of his head. "But only if we manage to finish this on time. And with an exemplary grade might I add."

"A+ and nothing less," you salute him as you hop off the counter. His eyes catch a glimpse of your skirt riding up before his eyes look away and move to the unfinished birdhouse.

---

Your heavy eyes threatened to lull, but you fought against it, you've slept for far too long. And it doesn't help that Nanami's hands are moving in soothing patterns against your back. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

Your gaze strains to lift up, avoiding any movement that might disturb his lying form. He's already awake, so there's no fear of rousing him awake with your movement. No, your concern lies elsewhere — You're worried about moving, and having to start the day, and having to leave his arms. This is far too comfortable a moment to leave.

Your eyes drift across the room and settle on the red cage in the corner of the room. The cage seems to look a lot more lonelier in the dull light of this cold morning.

“I think he’s sad,” you murmur.

Your gaze remains fixed on the bird inside the cage. The love bird, now singular, was formerly a pair as they usually come. It's a horrible fate, you can't help but think.

“Obviously," came his terse reply.

You don't say anything, letting the silence join you both, you moved your hands on his chest. You repeat the familiar pattern. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

“Do you think that’ll happen to you if I leave,” you ask, moments later.

“You’re not leaving," he says, quickly.

"No," you countered softly yet insistently. "No, of course not. I only meant if—"

"No," he cut in, his voice firm and resolute. Though his demeanor remained calm— as it often did— you felt his hand tighten around your waist.

You decided not to press further then.

"I think we need to pay more attention to it than usual," you suggested, redirecting the conversation to the love bird. "Else it'll die."

"Maybe that's better," he mused.

"Don't be silly," you chide gently. "He'll be alright. It's only been a week."

A week later, the love bird passed away, succumbing to a broken heart, as the veterinarian confirmed.

Three years have passed since, and you find yourself thinking back to that morning. He's the one who's gone now, his body finding the same soil as the two love birds.

You suppose you're the one who has to answer now.

[satorusideals]

|| Electric Love ||

pairing: rockstar!geto x fangirl reader

a/n: honestly, forgot what number post this is but not proof read… oops. but, i recently went through my playlists and found my rock phase playlist. i love long haired rockstars and what’s better than fangirl-ing over ATSUSHI SAKURAI?? geto rockstar!

part 1 | part 2? | masterlist

He was just a rockstar on your wall. The cinematic posture he showed while playing the guitar was captured with an essence that drove you wild. His sensual music filled your head during every second of the day.

Suguru had long raven hair that framed his visage. Soft almond eyes and a broad nose that made you drool a little. Not to mention his decorative jewelry. Flooded ears and a left eyebrow piercing.

He was a dream.

He was Suguru Geto.

There is a clear distinction between your work environment and the ethnic to your free time. Obviously. Your personal life was driven by the desire to live to the fullest.

There was no doubt you were a smart and shy girl that wanted the best. And with that, there came your good taste in men.

Sometimes.

A casual “celebrity” crush you could say would be Suguru Geto.

His sudden influence on rock music altered the perception of performances.

His band’s concerts were like no other.

That much was apparent when you experienced it first hand with your friends on a day off from your office job.

Who knew your life would be tainted after purchasing an incredibly expensive ticket?

It was surprisingly easy to reach your fate. The late afternoon sky aided your journey to your area. And after settling in, the speaker began to hype the crowd and introduce the band members.

Which seemed unflattering due to the fact of The Curzed’s name being on the top of every media page.

But, the high pitched voiced highlighted the audience’s anticipation.

It was first dedicated to the vocalist. The soft menace.

“Hello ladies and gents.. emos and posers, we have your favorite Satoru Gojo!”

Though you had a favorite, it was no secret all the members were attractive. Gojo was eye-candy. His soft and bright features were a handful. Snow kissed hair and bright blue eyes that would bring gazes even if he weren’t in a band. His music skills just amplified it.

The crowd cheered as he smirked and looked around to catch glimpses of anyone remotely familiar.

It wasn’t long until the speaker switched to the drummer. His face was covering the screen to show his reaction.

“Don’t drool too much.. Kento Nanami also enjoys the competition!”

There seemed to be no joy. His frown was clearly showing the regret of ever having joining the band.

This quick joke was casted aside as the camera zoomed out and showed both of the guitarists practicing. More particularly the bassist being caught off guard.

“And don’t forget about Ieiri Shoko.. what a sight for the sore eyes!”

Her eyes are knit together in concentration before quickly looking up and casting the toothpick in her mouth aside to wave across.

“Who could possibly forget about him? Everyone, roar for Suguru Geto!”

Without a second, the whole stadium squeals. You could practically feel every fangirl trying to outshine the other.

I mean, it’s not like it’s jealousy? Right?

Your friends quickly begin to hype you up. You had a claim on him, right..?

Geto was obviously continuing his practice on the electric guitar before the audience cheered loudly for him. He looks up and softly smiles.

God.. you could eat it up.

As if the mood could switch any faster, the whole stadium goes dark and music began playing. The bright lights left you shunned after each beat. Your eyes perceived the bright screen that reflected each member. Your throat swallowed every note while your feet felt each thump of the speakers.

You were going to be deaf after this.

Your friends were jumping and screaming as there seemed no way of ungluing your eyes from Geto. He was playing every note with casualty it drove you insane.

He was actually there.

Across of you. Playing your favorite song.

Which really, it was only because he had a solo.

It was so fucking hot.

There was no thought in your head, everything was silent, and your only focus was him. There's no shame about it.

He was Suguru Geto.

Song after song, bitter saliva to swallow, you were dragged out by your friends and the crowd.

It was a shame to see the once lively stage be so empty. Casted aside by the limited time they had for you. For everyone else.

It was decided that you'd go to a bar that was on the other side of the city.

Sweet liquor and horrible karaoke was needed on an eventful Friday night.

The city lights illuminated the streets, not to mention the busy traffic that left no room for pedestrians. It was a relief your friend ordered an Uber.

Minute after minute, you arrived alongside your friends.

Shot after shot, it was apparent you'd all meet up for brunch the next day. Because that is what reckless girls do.

The hours of entertainment passed and friend by friend was leaving. You look up and notice the emptiness and the fact that the bartenders were cleaning up the stands. You took your last shot and decided to sober up before going home. It was just a 20-minute ride.

Your head was beginning to spin and pulse.

"Shit.. should've drank more water" you mutter under your palm that rested on your forehead.

The bell jingled as some large group entered the building.

You hear a man speak with a whiny tone. "Nah man.. all the girls were totally screaming for me."

A girl quickly responds after. "Shut up Gojo.. this is why can't get laid."

"What! I can totally-"

The loud bickering made your eyebrows knit together from how your head pounded even harder. It wasn't long before the bartender announced that they were close to closing.

"Ah shit.. should we go?"

Then, you hear it.

"It's fine. Not like we're here to black out."

Despite the pain you were in, you look up and see him.

Geto. In all his glory.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the pain, you'd go up and beg for an autograph. But you're close to tumbling from the sensation of jelly-legs. Plus, you wouldn't want to come across as annoying.

They quickly found a stand and started their bickering once again.

You were freaking out. With no outlet because your friends left, you quickly got up with the help of the stool. Step by step, you walked over to them.

"Oh my god.. I- I'm such a huge fan. I attended your concert and-"

They all look up at you. Silent. You freeze. Before you could apologize and back track, Ieiri sprints up to pull you back.

"Finally! Another girl."

"I- I'm sorry. I'm drunk, I shouldn't have-"

"It's totally fine. We were just talking about how good our set was. We want your input!"

Your flushed face wasn't helping either. Every slurred word was engulfed by the group of four.

Nanami's stoic face after every shot was apparent. Adding on to Gojo's high pitched laughs and hiccups. He was leaned on Nanami's shoulder before he shoved him off.

"Fuck off.. I thought you said you wouldn't drink so much tonight."

"Hahaha.. you totally messed up on set. Especially on 'Pressured by Quantity'..."

You look up from Ierei and see the two's bickering. Your fuzzy eyes caught a glimpse of Geto looking directly at you.

His eyes looked away with a soft smile.

"Ah.. Y/N, continue? How about we take some shots??"

A nod was all Ierei needed to dowse into liquor. The sweet margaritas wasn't buying it earlier, and only naked tequila would make you feel something now.

The short-lived interaction came to an end when the bartender gave you the bill. Honestly, it was such a big number you sobered up quickly. but before you could open your wallet, Geto pushed your hands down and passed over his card. Shiny and black. It casted a reflection from the bar's lights.

"I'll pay for all 5 of us. 30% tip. Thanks."

You kept looking up at him before he looked down at you.

"Uhm.. thank you. You didn't have to-"

He shook his head and turned towards the door. There stood the other three. They were waiting on you two.

"I enjoyed your input. And your point of view. It's refreshing."

He looked back at you with that same soft smile.

"It's really nice to be so down to earth once in a while-"

"Heyyyy.. are we leaving yet??" Gojo whines.

Geto softly sighs and the bartender returns with his card and receipt.

"Need a ride? You're alone."

You stay silent for a few moments, and before you could respond, Ierei is wrapping around your arm.

"'Course she is! She can't stay alone like this."

She looks at you with a smile. Her toothpick was back in her mouth.

"Alright.. I'll drop you guys off at the suite."

Patter, patter, stop.

You reached their large van. Soft of comical. You had expected a limo of sorts.

Your surprise wasn't casted aside.

"It's to keep our cover low" Nanami says.

"Yikes.. I'm totally scared of having our windows drowned in fangirls."

"Thought you liked them Gojo" Nanami answers with a sigh.

"I do! But not after a set. Definitely on my lap. I'm soooooo tired."

The whole group eyed him with a grossed out look.

"Anywayssss.. I really liked this stadium guys. We should totally come here again for Y/N" Ierei retaliates with a soft song tone.

You softly laugh as Ierei shoved you into the passenger seat.

Geto replies while turning on the vehicle. "I mean the staff made it all the better. No arguments."

Nanami nodded. But before he could reply, Gojo's snores filled the car.

The ride was pretty lengthy. Geto dropped off the tired trio before he looked at you.

"So, your address?"

"Ah.. right. Let me pull it out-"

"Just send it. No worries."

You freeze and look up at him.

He's smiling again and takes your phone. His phone dings and he's quick to start enroute.

"You like j-pop? Classical?"

Your nodding with a soft blush. "Shoegaze."

"Ah, really? Interesting. You like Rock too, eh?"

"I like your solo. I really liked it live."

"Oh.. I can play it for you sometime."

"Hm?"

"I don't have a setup for you right now."

"Yeah.. but it was nice seeing you play it during the concert."

"Hm.. where were you? Pit?"

"Nuh-uh.. too broke. Haha.."

"Don't worry. Thank you for coming."

You hum and slightly doze off. Before you realize, your eyes open at the familiar curve to your apartment.

"Oh.. we're here."

Geto turns off the vehicle and walks around to help you out.

"What floor?"

"Mmh.. third.."

He nods and wraps an arm around your waist and walks you in. He smelled of lilac and hint of cedar. Not too manly. But just enough to doze you off even more. His hair was tied in a bun and you could feel his calloused fingers digging into you.

The elevator dinged and he took you to your door.

"Mmh.. thank you, Geto.."

"Y/N."

"Hm..?"

"Thank you for coming, again."

"I- I just like your music."

"You like my music?"

You nod. "I have your poster.. I really like you, Geto."

The pounding in your head was making you come clean. Honestly, when was the next time you'd see your celebrity crush?

"Suguru. You can call me that."

Your throat closes before you can even muster the strength to respond.

"Go sleep. I'll message you when I head back to the others. Good night, Y/N."

His rough but delicate fingers grazed your ear and pushed the hair behind it.

"Sweet dreams, cya."

You stand frozen as he walks off. What the fuck just happened?? Your heart is beating out of your ass before you slam your door closed.

"What the fuck?"

You quickly slip out of your clothes and drop into bed. No clue where your phone was, but you knocked out at the fuzzy feeling in your head.

God.. you hoped for this feeling to stay, even after your raw hangover. Your eyes were droopy. Limbs across the bed and facing the large yet tantalizing Geto Suguru poster.

YAXUIXAINKJAASH part 2???

[snail-day]

Hi snail, I think I should probably give myself an emoji by now considering how I keep just dumping ideas and concepts lol, like the bell for lamb reader, geto dressing reader all in white, and nanami tying his new "wife" to his bed to name the recent ones lol . So maybe I could be 🪻 anon?

I kinda feel very spammy but it always makes my day when you post so here's another idea swimming about my brain

Geto giving reader piercings as punishment(, would work well for lamb reader in the same kind of thinking how farmers tag the ears of sheep). Only would he really just stop at the ears? He would be the kind to really enjoy doing nipple piercings, to know she's tagged and marked permanently as his underneath her clothes.

Hi, 🪻 anon! So happy to see you again! :))

Okay, first of all, let me just say - I love hearing your thoughts. Every time you share something, I’m just like, oh my god, they’re so right! (Seriously, do you write? Because these thoughts need to be shared with the world) Don’t ever worry about being spammy - I adore it. I love hearing ideas; it honestly just warms my heart every time someone takes the time to step into my little inbox. 🩷🩷 makes me want to give you a big forehead smooch

Oh my god, yes. Tagging his little lamb’s ear, he’d make it something sweet, something delicate. Maybe pearl earrings, or soft dangle ones with a pale blue or violet gemstone. Maybe something to match that silk ribbon he has wrapped around your neck (Though, he’d probably go all out and put you in diamonds, maybe even a diamond collar while he's at it)

Now, as much as I’d love to deep dive into just how far this man would take piercings… they kind of give me the heebie-jeebies. I can sit through an eight-hour tattoo session just fine, but something about piercings makes me so anxious. That being said, I do think he’d love nipple piercings, and he’d take such good care of you when cleaning them. Especially with the way they’d subtly show through your sweet little dresses? Yeah, you're getting railed during the next sermon. (Lord help you if you ever ask for gauges to match his.)

If you were being extra bad? Branding. His name, the cult’s insignia, etched into your skin as a permanent reminder (so people know exactly who you belong to). Maybe not a traditional branding… or maybe it would be, depending on the punishment. But more likely, he’d take his time tattooing it onto you, his hands would be pretty steady after all.

All because you're his sweet little lamb 🩷

[ponderingmoonlight]

Should have told her

Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Synopsis: While being secretely in love with you since joining Jujutsu High, Nanami never admitted his feelings to you. Only after you nearly die in a fight and are on the brink of death, he begins to realize how much you really mean to him

Warnings: injury, death, language

This is not fair. You are such a talented jujutsu sorcerer, your abilities even surpass his own. But apparently, not even your skills were enough to save you from getting severely injured.

They said it would be a grade 1, a curse you could eat for breakfast. Maybe a few hours and you’d be back. Yes, absolutely no problem for a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer like yourself, Nanami knew that all too well and trusted you when you smiled with nothing but determination and confidence at him before leaving.

But it wasn’t a grade 1. A special grade curse appeared. You fought back with all your abilities, ready to die on the battlefield in order to exorcise it and safe over a hundred people from certain death. But that was too much for you. Satoru came just in time before you got punctured and ultimately killed. Yes, he saved your usually so efficient ass from certain death. And now you’re laying here, unconscious since exactly 7 days, 3 hours and 18 seconds. Unconscious and severely injured, on the brink of death.

“You need some sleep, Nanami. (y/n) won’t be helped if you collapse next to her bed”, Shoko suggests, her very own tired eyes filled with concern when looking at your lifeless frame.

She thought you’ll die the second she laid eyes on the severe wounds that almost pierced your abdomen in half. You were lucky that Satoru brought you here so fast. One minute more and you’d be dead by now. God, the look on Nanami’s face when he caught a glimpse of you, covered in your own blood and hanging from Satoru’s arms like you already took your last breath. It broke her heart seeing him like this, completely shattered by sighting the woman who everyone knows he secretly loves since joining Jujutsu High like that.

“It was a special curse. How is that possible, Shoko?”, he groans, head hanging in his nape.

“I should have just gone with her.”

“No one but Satoru would have been able to help her out. You know that”, Shoko reminds him.

“It’s like back then. I can only watch and stare in awe”, he mutters through the towel that covers his face.

Shoko’s heart skips a beat. She knows exactly what he’s referring to. They always knew the incident from a few years ago still haunts him. How devastating it must be for him to go through all of this again, to see you in the same situation, not sure if you’ll make it.

“Unlike then, we can save (y/n) now. I’ll do anything to make her survive.”

Back then, Nanami had no chance to protect Haibara from certain death. You were so devastated when you found out your classmate didn’t make it, the two of you were like siblings. Always confident, constantly optimistic and cheerful. And even though Nanami would never admit it, he constantly admired both of you for the ability to stay positive in a world this cruel and unforgiving. Fuck, he should have told you how he felt, that your smile makes his world stand still and that he adores the way you embrace his left arm when walking next to him, the touch sending shivers down his spine since more than 10 years. He should have told you way earlier that he can’t get you out of his head, not even after he ran away in an office job to escape his feelings. You are the light in his life, one of the striking reasons why he returned to be a jujutsu sorcerer. But right now, this light seems to slowly fade away, without him telling you a single word about his true feelings towards you.

“I should have told her!”, he cries out, jumps out of his chair and throws it across the room.

Maybe it’s too late now. Even when you wake up, you may not be able to recognize him. Or maybe you don’t want to see him anymore.

“Let’s eat some cookies when I return, yeah?”

“(y/n), I certainly won’t waste my day eating cookies with you.”

“Too bad, but more for me. See ya!”

Oh, how badly he wants to eat cookies by your side right now. Nanami would give everything to sit with you on an abandoned bench away from the hustle and bustle of Jujutsu High, hold you in his arms and watch you eat, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. And you loved sunsets, the ones that paint the sky blood-colored.

“Looks like apocalypse”, you always commented, completely mesmerized by the play of colors above your head.

What he would give to hear your voice calling his name once again, nobody pronounces it like you do.

“Nanami, there you are!”

Woah, Nanami, that suit makes you look like a snack!”

“Ohh, don’t look at me with those eyes Nanami, I know you are thrilled to see me!”

If you only knew how thrilled he was.  If you only knew how your words make his knees go weak and the tips of his ears heat up in an instant. If you only knew how your sight alone makes his day better, your warm smile following him into his dreams and chasing away his nightmares.

“I bet she already knew for a long time. And that she feels the same”, Shoko rudely interrupts the train of thoughts that rolled over him.

Impossible. How would you know? After all, he did his best to push you away in order to hide his feelings so well that it seemed like he has none. Surely she only says that because she wants to comfort him. Pathetic. Nothing could comfort him expect that you finally open your eyes again.

“She even looks cute when she’s unconscious.”

Satoru’s appearance in the doorframe catches Nanami off guard. What the hell is he doing here? Oh right, he saved you. And you two know each other as long as Nanami knows Gojo himself. Apparently even Satoru cares enough about you to check on you.

“How’s she doin’?”

“Not much changed. Her heartbeat is stable and her wounds are taken care of. It is up to her if and when she wakes up again”, Shoko briefly explains.

“If? Don’t be ridiculous, it’s (y/n) were talking about! She’s always been a pain in the ass with her determination and unshakable confidence!”

“How are you able to joke around when she’s laying right there, fighting for her life? Don’t you care about her at all?”, Nanami snaps at him.

Pure anger crawls up his veins. How can he? How can he come here and tear stupid sayings when you possibly won’t make it? Even Satoru should be sad about what happened. After all, he knows you since more than 10 years, the two of you were always joking around.

“I know (y/n) well enough to be aware of the fact that she won’t let herself die from something like that and you should too, Nanami. Trust her with this one.”

“I already trusted her with this fucking mission and that’s how it turned out”, Nanami barks back.

Gojo positions himself next to the puny figure of Nanami, a small smile creeping up his face. Kento must have thought he hid his feelings from the world when in reality, everyone at Jujutsu High knows that he adores you. Even if this incident was tragic, there is perhaps something good about it. Maybe he’s finally realizing how much he cares about you.

“(y/n) would never die without bugging you one last time. After all, she loves you too much for that.”

Nanami’s eyes widen at the sound of Gojo’s words in his ears. You? Loving him? You have always been the sweetest woman around Jujutsu High, the students of the past years constantly falling for your charm, beauty and brain. Fuck, sure you could even have Satoru if you wanted. So, why him?

“Stop making fun of me and get your ass out, Satoru.”

“Grr, so rude! But okay, I’ll leave you alone with your sweetheart. Tell me when she’s awake. See ya!”

And with that, Satoru disappears behind the door as fast as he came, alongside Shoko. Nanami signs and slaps the rag on his face away without heeding it. His gaze falls upon your peaceful face, chest rising and falling at steady pace. Gojo is right, you really do look cute. Like you’re sleeping and throwing your tired eyes at him any moment, revealing your most striking smile when realizing that it’s him even though he doesn’t deserve it. But you won’t wake up. And probably your pain is too much to smirk over it.

He can’t help but rest his head on the soft mattress beside your body and grab your cold hand. You simply can’t die on him. Not now, not when he didn’t tell you about his true feelings yet. God, he is so dumb for gatekeeping this shit since 10 whole years. Why did he always shut himself up when his happiness was right under his nose? Maybe because he firmly believes that you don’t feel the same way. How could you, though? He is the complete opposite of you, quiet when you are loud, serious when you are goofy, negative when you are positive. Yes, the two of you are the definition of contraries. And apart from that, a simple man like him doesn’t deserve a striking woman like you.

His grip around your hand tightens, tears start to pool his eyes. Why did all of this happen? You promised everything would be fine, he even bought you a pack of your favorite double chocolate chip cookies. And now you’re laying here, holding onto for dear life. Nanami is no man of tears or sadness, but when it comes to you…You truly hold the most special place in his soul. If you leave, a part of his heart will die too. Maybe he should quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. Working in an office might suck, but at least he won’t have to go through pain like this.

“Where are my cookies?”

He is immediately pulled back to earth, heart beating out of his chest while gazing at you wide-eyed. You are awake. You just said something. Your beautiful but tired orbs are directed towards him, a small grin creeping up your face.

It’s like Nanami forgets how to breathe for a moment when reality kicks in.

“(y/n)?”, he breathes out.

“I told you you’d eat cookies with me. Knew you couldn’t resist a date night with me”, you mumble with unusual weak voice.

There it is. His name out of your sweet mouth, just like usual. As if nothing ever happened.

He can no longer hold back. Before his head tells him to back up, his hands cup your face and his lips crush into yours. Fuck his thoughts, fuck the others. He will never forgive himself if he never did that, never got to taste the sweetness of your mouth, never held your face like that. You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut while sparks fly around you. God, how often you whished he did that. For years you loved him in silence, accepted the fact that he might not be interested in you romantically. But even though pain seems to eat you alive and your weak senses are still trying to process that you are awake, you are probably the happiest woman on earth right now.

“Don’t ever do something like that to me again”, he hisses into your lips.

“Not planning to.”

“But if it makes you do this…maybe it’s worth another shot.”

God, your breathtaking smile. Nanami can’t remember a single moment in his life that made him happier than this one, tears rolling down his face carelessly. You are awake. You didn’t forget him. You’ll survive. And you want him too. A striking woman like you really wants a man like Nanami.

“Wish you did this sooner. Or maybe when I don’t feel like dying, y’know?”

“Could have done a move yourself”, he mutters into your neck, arms embracing you gently.

“Oh no, I’m way too shy.”

You melt into his touch. It feels so good to finally feel his arms around you and his body against you apart from rough training sessions. Even though you have no idea why exactly your frame feels like it’s on fire or how you’ve ended up in Shoko’s hospital room in the first place, you aren’t able to question it at the moment. You loved Nanami since meeting him all these years ago, attracted by his abilities, brain, sense of humor and looks.

“How are you feeling? The pain must be really bad”, he comments, eyes scanning your body like a professional.

“Can’t say I ever felt worse. My tummy feels like it’s falling apart”, you reply, a hiss escaping your mouth when he pulls the blanket that covers your body down a little.

“Well, it literally almost fell apart. You were sent to a mission, should have been a grade 1. It was a special, though. Satoru came just in time to safe you. If he had come just a minute later, then…”

A closer look at his face reveals that he hasn’t slept for days. Your heart sinks into your chest. He shouldn’t feel this bad because of you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You lift your weak fingers to caress his face gently, tired eyes gazing over you.

“I feel like shit but I’m fine.”

“I thought you’d die. I-I thought that I’ll…never get to tell you that I love you.”

“I would never die without telling you that I love you too. And without another kiss.”

Nanami can’t help but smile down at you. Down to the woman he loves, the woman who never loses her optimism, to the woman who is so fucking strong that she seems to survive anything. He admires and adores you more than his heart can take. And the fact that you love him too…Is this real? Is he dreaming again? He just has to lean down, lips only inches apart from yours. He needs to taste you again, to make sure that this is real.

“You cryin’, Nanami?”

Both pairs of eyes dart up immediately, your eyes light up when realizing Satoru is standing in the doorframe.

“I’ll kill you, Gojo”, Nanami hisses threatening, cheeks redder than ever.

“Hey shawty”, you greet him, completely mesmerized by the pack of cookies he carries under his arm.

“Please tell me those are for me.”

“Shoko actually forbid me to feed this to you. Something about a hole in your stomach or so. Why are you so irritated, Nanami? Did I steal you the show? He’s your boyfriend now, (y/n)? It really took you 10 years to finally kiss the girl you love, Nanami?”

“He’s my husband”, you explain proudly.

“Get your ass out Satoru”, Nanami moans.

You grab his hand and press it mildly, gazing at the man above you with stars in your eyes. Yes, he is yours now. And you’ll do the devil to let him go again.

[emeraldhypothesis]

If I can request another:

Seto Kaiba! And my favorite third rate duelist with a fourth rate deck, Joey Wheeler! ^^

Kaiba:

My GOAT

Why I like them/why I don’t

I mean God, where do you even start with Kaiba? What's left to say about how he's one of the coolest characters ever? One of the most iconic rivals in shonen media and arguably fiction, Kaiba has left an undeniable impact on pop culture

What I like about their appearance

The drip is immaculate with Kaiba. His glittery Duelist Kingdom Manga Coat, the iconic white trenchcoat that all rivals must at least homage to this day, that funny purple coat the filler arcs put him in, his glorious six-pack in DSOD, his defined arms, and piercing gaze that sees through to your soul...

sorry what were we talking about again?

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Same name so no contest.

Voice wise though... this is so hard. This is still Kenjiro Tsuda's defining role to me, even as modern shonen fans rediscover him through characters like Nanami from JJK or Kishibe from Chainsaw Man. His vocal evolution during the series is fantastic, where he gradually lowers his voice so by the end Kaiba has a baritone that's as smooth as a jazz solo, and don't get me started on what the decade between DM and DSOD did for Tsuda, Kaiba's voice afterwards is like a siren's song.

But Eric Stuart is also just defined by Kaiba. While Tsuda plays Seto as more of dormant volcano that can erupt to show Kaiba's rage and passion, Stuart portrays him like a wild hurricane that will lash out at anyone who provokes his ire. It's interesting that he maintains a lot of Kaiba's youth in DSOD, where in the more emotional moments it lets Stuart portray Seto as what he is- a young man trapped in the maelstroms of grief, desperately chasing for any sign that he can get the one person who got him back for one more game.

You can't make me pick. I love them both.

OTP

Pride, no question. Even before DSOD was basically a two hour grieving session on Kaiba's behalf about Atem, Kaiba and Atem's rivalry is one of the defining examples of shonen rivalries sounding more intimate than a dying man's love letter. Seriously, the manga goes places with how Kaiba describes the feelings that Atem generates in him.

With the context of DSOD though- holy shit. Holy shit man we won so fucking hard in 2016. "You have your bond with him... and I have mine."

Honorable mention to, of all things, Kaiba/Tea which I had a brief dalliance with in 2021. I think she'd be one of the few people who can put with him and bring him to heel.

NOTP

Besides Mokuba, I'll repeat what I said in Yugi's section that I don't think either of them would fall for the other because of Atem's lingering shadow.

OT3

Well he's got three Blue-Eyes, so that's the easy joke.

Favourite card they use

Look I know it's easy. I know everyone says it, it's the go-to pick BUT COME ON, BLUE-EYES WHITE DRAGON IS JUST THAT COOL.

YOU DO NOT WRITE A SCENE WHERE KAIBA SACRIFICES GOD FOR THAT DRAGON WITHOUT SIX YEAR OLD EMERALD HYPOTHESIS (or however old I was when I watched Battle City) LOOKING AT THAT DRAGON LIKE HE FOUND RELIGION.

Favourite moment they were in

Picking one is so hard. I just wanna gesture at practically every moment he's on-screen and being so over-dramatic he rides the impossible line of being cringe and being jaw-droppingly cool.

I guess I'll just list a few because I legit can't pick:

Tapping into the Rod by accident to get a glimpse of his past with Kisara, letting him stop himself from losing to Ishizu and breaking destiny as a result.

His amazing comeback against Seigfried, one of the few redeeming scenes of the KC Grand Prix.

Willing Obelisk to his hand in DSOD.

But emotionally I'm super fond of his speech to Mokuba in Virtual World where he reveals that Blue-Eyes is based off a dragon Mokuba drew as a child that Seto resolved to earn as he grew up, ending with him tearfully asking Mokuba if he's become a man worthy of that dragon yet.

Least favourite moment

You know in retrospect, telling Yugi to get over Joey's death post-Marik Duel because he wanted his rematch? Bit of a bitch response.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

Same deal with Ryoken- I marry for the money with full knowledge that he is thinking of Atem the entire time.

Joey:

JOEY MY FRIEND JOEY FUCKIN' WHEEEEEEEELAH

Why I like them/why I don’t

Everyone loves an underdog, and Joey is the underdog of fiction. He's cast such a shadow that all of the Best Friend Characters- Syrus, Crow, Bronk, etc.- have to match, but Joey was just a character in a league of his own. You can recreate Kaiba's success, as seen with great rivals like Kaito, Reiji and Ryoken, but I'd argue it's much harder to recreate what made Joey work- I think because you do see him start from rock bottom (both as a Duelist in the anime and as a person in the manga), whereas usually the best friend characters start out as generally decent people and know their decks well. Joey has that full journey that makes him stand out from his homages to this day, and it stands to him. He's not just probably the best for nostalgia, is what I'm trying to say.

What I like about their appearance

Joey has such a great set of designs. I love his green jacket in Duelist Kingdom that makes his hair pop, and then the white shirt for his roaming in Battle City, but I think my favorite Jou design is his DSOD look which combines the two to show his maturity and how he's developed- alongside the white and green just working together really well.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Dub, no contest. I saw a Tweet once (before Twitter went to shit) that remarked on how ubiquitous certain anime localization names/terms have become, with the particular examples listed of Ash Ketchum, and Joey Wheeler.

I have to actively work to remember to call him Katsuya if I'm using sub names- and even then, I will slip and say Joey.

In terms of performances, I have to again say that dub just runs circles around the Japanese. Hiroki Takahashi is an incredibly talented actor, it must be stressed, but Wayne Grayson just makes Joey his own. His accent, his mannerisms, the little sounds he makes, it's all just so effortlessly charming and personable. I know most people praise Dan Green and Eric Stuart especially for their roles in the dub, but man Grayson is such a gem as well.

OTP

If I don't look at the age gap between Mai and Joey, it can't hurt me...

Otherwise I have a very fond soft spot for Joey and either Atem or Yugi, both of them have such good bonds with Joey that carry throughout the series, and I'd be a sucker not to highlight the docks duel for this exact reason.

(also like. That AMV that 4Kids made for the Joey vs Yugi duel in Duelist Kingdom? I remember that)

NOTP

I don't super enjoy the power imbalance between Kaiba and Joey, so while I can enjoy Puppyshipping in very specific contexts... it's not something I would ever seek out normally.

OT3

You look me in the eye and try to tell me Yugi's friend group hasn't had one night where they all tried making out with each other for fun.

Favourite card they use

Much as I hate how a lot of Joey's deck has been turned into "Bad Red-Eyes Legacy support," Red-Eyes is a hell of a cool dragon. That said, I find Time Wizard adorable.

Favourite moment they were in

Oh, what a toughie. I feel he has so many good moments, like him fighting to the bitter end against Valon in DOMA, fighting against Marik during the dockyard duel, managing to pull off some impressive plays against Bandit Keith and make Yugi work for a win in Duelist Kingdom as the climax of his arc, he's got so many.

Think I'll go with him tanking Ra's rage though and making Marik stress-vomit from how close he came to losing. Respect to Joey for that one.

Least favourite moment

I'm not fond of how arrogant he's made to be in his duel against Duke, and I really don't like that Joey's final duels in the series happen in the KC GP and see him barely beating Solomon and then made to job to Siegfried after opening a brick hand. It's a bit of a lame spot to end Joey's record.

[frogwithgun]

Guyssssssssss the demons are possessing me againnnnnnnn

So that means more modern satosugu!

Enjoyyyyy

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When we last left off Geto and Gojo seemed to have gotten into an altercation. And it was a big one.

"You stupid prick! How could you?!" Geto slams his hands down onto the desk and stands up. His body shaking with barely controlled anger. Gojo, in his defense, tried to desclate the situation as much as he could.

And it didn't exactly work.

"No I just meant that I could never because they're a waste of time!" Just what are they talking about? To answer that we'll have to go back a couple of hours.

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Gojo rushed around the building. Geto was coming over because he so nicely, demanded, asked that Nanami bring him over to 'introduce him to the company'.

If you ask me that's a load of shit.

"Ijichi! Everything is perfect right?" The man nodded. Gojo, seeming pleased, stopped fussing over all his workers so much. "Now everyone," he said in a booming voice, "do not fuck this up for me!"

He'd do that on his own anyways.

When Geto finally did arrive Gojo swears he could hear wedding bells. He put on his most charming smile and walked over to Geto with a confident stride. "Finally made it. Get lost Nanamin?" The blondes eye twitched and so did his hand.

Ah how Gojo loved to piss him off. "Just teasing!" He slung an arm around Geto. "Suguru gets it, don't you?" God how was he so handsome? And how did he pull off all those piercings?

Geto chuckled and nodded. "I guess so Satoru." Gojo made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat and Geto laughed fully. And he thinks that if he were to die right then and there, he could die happy. Because he heard an angel laugh.

He clears his throat and offers his arm to Geto. Who looks confused for a moment before holding onto it. To lead him around the building of course. Not so that he could show off his biceps. Certainly not.

Geto looks around the building in awe. The entire place looks like how he imagined it would. But somehow even more lavish. The idea of eyes were incorporated into as many things as they could be. He found it odd but it was Six Eyes Inc..

They were known for, unusual, business practices.

"Like it here?" Geto snaps out of his daze and nods. "Yes. It's a very beautiful building." And the lobby is the size of my apartment. Though he kept that last thought to himself.

Gojo smiled. His signature sunglasses were not on. For once it seemed he had decided not to wear them. "Well thank you. My father owned it. And his father before that. You get it, right?" Geto nodded.

It was only one of the most famous company's in the world. It's not like all information, and scandals, could be found just by typing 'Six' into a search engine. Definitely not.

They moved through the floors. Touring break rooms, offices, lunch rooms, meeting rooms, bathrooms, and even his office. Which no one was allowed in. To say that it was a shock to everyone working there would be an understatement.

And honestly Geto was over the moon. He never thought he'd get an opportunity like this. But now that he had, he was definitely going to make the most of it.

Gojo on the other hand was hoping, praying, everything went well. He couldn't mess this up now! Not after he spent so long dreaming about Geto. He couldn't mess this up.

Unfortunately, he did.

"Wait, you have daughters?" Gojo asked with a raise of his brow. Geto nodded happily. "Yes. Twins actually. Nanako and Mimiko. They are my entire world." Gojo snorted and Geto furrowed his brows. What is he laughing at?

Gojo shook his head and held his hand up. "You're hilarious! God you really are patient." Look, Gojo has been known to be arrogant. But never, and I mean never, has Geto ever heard him this arrogant.

Getos hands balled into fists and he willed himself not to leap across the table. Oh how he wanted to. But he stopped himself. Barely. "What do you mean by that?" Gojo smiled and shrugged. "They're a waste." Oh. Oh hell no.

And that is how we got here!

Geto gets up and leaves the office in a huff. Slamming the door shut behind him so hard it made everyone jump. Even Gojo jumped. Ijichi walked to Geto. Trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "S-sir? Where are you going? Did something happen?" Geto turns to look at him.

"Something happened alright. Your boss is a stupid prick. I am never coming back here again. He said my daughters were a waste! Can you believe it?" He tossed a hand up and sighs. "Have a good day."

Nanami nods and then looks to Gojo. "Of all things you could have said, really?" Gojo on the other hand sat at his desk with the most confused look on his face. "What just happened?" Nanami took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need a drink."

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Geto tried to be polite to everyone else he saw. He really did. But there was only so much he could do. "Fuck off. I don't want to join your fucking cult. Yeah I know its a cult." He slammed the door to his apartment shut again and sighed.

That went just amazingly.

I should have know he would be an arrogant dick. Geto thought to himself as he settled into the couch. But why does he have to be so damn good looking? Can't he just be ugly? Like his dad?

The thought was enough to take his mind off things. For the time being anyways. It wasn't like they actually knew each other that well.

So why did he still feel like this was a betrayal? "Dad?" Called Mimiko. Nanako following closely behind. "How was work?" Geto grumbled and flopped face first onto the couch. "That bad?" Nanako asked. Geto nodded. "What happened?"

Geto sighed. "Don't worry about it." The girls couldn't help but feel like maybe they should worry about it. But they decided not to press on. Instead they sat in front of the couch with their dad.

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"You called them a waste!" Nanami said. His head in his hands. "Why would you do that?! You were laughing and talking together. He even seemed to like you for some reason! But you had to mess it up!"

Gojo had his arms crossed. A pout on his lips. "I didn't think he would be so mad." "Of course he would be mad!" Nanamis voice was booming and angry. "I'd be mad! You know I have my sons!"

How could Gojo forget? It was the only thing Nanami seemed to smiled about. "Well what was I supposed to say? Congrats on being a single father?" Nanamis eye twitched and he sighed.

"You are unbelievable." He mutters. "Do I still have a chance though?" Nanami sighs.

"It's not very likely."

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Part three is finally out! I don't know how long this will go on but I do think that it will take a while lol.

In between parts I will still post my smaller SatoSugu stories.

Thank you so much for reading. Take care of yourself and as always love you! 💚