Then And Now|one

Then and Now|one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

✯tags: @kat-su-ki @lovingtouya

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part two

“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let’s go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

___

“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case. 

 “Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you. 

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries. 

 “The higher-ups wouldn’t shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was…not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him. 

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student. 

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in. 

A pause. 

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation. 

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety. 

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs. 

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel. 

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt. 

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself. 

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi. 

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses. 

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

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yo....this w suna....my brain is mush omfg

oh-

cw nsft, fingering, praise, dumbification | MINORS DNI

imagine suna praising you everytime he sees you react when he curls and pushes his fingers a little bit deeper. him hearing your muffled sounds as your face is smushed onto the pillow keeps his smirk plastered on his face.

you can’t help but keep your legs closed, hips moving with the way suna rams his thick fingers into you, and his breathy praises of good girl and t’s my baby makes your pussy clamp on him tighter.

“yeah?” suna chuckles as he watches you lift your ass before he starts pushing his fingers faster into you, feeling him hit the spot that makes you let out the prettiest moans.

he knows you can’t say anything, and he loves seeing you like this — all speechless and submissive at how good he makes you feel.

so he does the talking, “good girl,” before he removes his fingers to massage your ass, a sign of appreciation for being so good to him.

and you have to be prepared for what’s about to happen next.

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Somebody to You, Pt 3

Gojo x reader 

Angst to fluff. Suggestive and mentions of NSFW but no outright smut

Part One, Part Two

Author’s note: Thank you for all the love on my work. I still can’t believe anyone reads and likes my stupid little stories. ;-; This is the last part of this series but my requests are open so feel free to send anything in for JJK or even Naruto and Haikyuu. Also, please let me know how you like this part and if the ending is satisfying. Thank you again for everything! Sorry this is so long. 

Gojo tried to think about you and your new boy-toy as little as possible. He’d endured a whole month now of seeing you giggle on the phone, get flowers delivered to your office, and (worst of all) be covered in hickeys that peeked through your foundation. He found it so tacky of him to mark your neck, especially since Gojo knew you didn’t like it. Gojo kept himself busy with missions and his students so it was easy to steer his mind away from missing you. In the few times he did let himself fall into that rabbit hole, he couldn’t help but see how special this guy was to you. 

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Nanami Kento College Boyfriend Headcanons

hi hello it is almost 3 am and yes we are doing this. if this is incoherent by the time that i post it, then oh well. anything for nanamin :)))

i feel like Nanami would have the salaryman mindset in his first few semesters of college. similar to how he was in the anime when he worked at a corporation, nanami would just work all the time because he feels like he’s expected to

he doesn’t give himself time to just sit down and relax. he’s either in class, at his work-study job, doing homework, applying for jobs and internships, or networking. it’s mind-boggling how much he does

his roommate Gojo has literally never seen the guy smile or do anything for himself. he tries to invite Nanami out to parties or small get-togethers with his own friend group, but Nanami rejects his offer every single time. he just can’t make room in his schedule for all those distractions

it’s nearly finals week, and Nanami goes into super study mode… but so does the rest of campus. all of his favorite study spots are filled up, and he can’t concentrate with so many people chatting around him. Nanami can barely concentrate at home either. he’s so tired all the time that he’d be tempted to just nap in his own bed all day 

but then Gojo lets slip that he rented out a private study room in the ilbrary for the next five days. let’s be real. he probably flirted with one of the library employees to get it like the ho he is

and even if it’s Gojo offering, Nanami just can’t resist the idea of having a private study room. he agrees to it, and Gojo’s elated

gojo: wait really? i’m not dreaming right now? are you finally coming out of your shell?!

nanami: remember. i’m just there to study, not socialize. don’t get your hopes up

gojo: even then, i’m so proud of you nanamiiiiin~

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I’ve got you

nanami kento x reader

warnings : none, just sfw!!

summary : you have a bad day at work and there’s little bad things that keep happening, eventually you hit your breaking point but husband nanami is there

a/n : this is my first time writing a small fic!! i hope you enjoy it, i just felt like nanami would be a wonderful person who would help when you had a bad day <3

Tired.

You had just gotten home from work, exhausted and ready to relax but on your way inside, your keys had slipped to the floor while you were trying to put them into the slot. A small huff left your lips as you leaned down and picked them up, finally getting the door open.

Your apartment was rather empty and cold since Nanami was still at work.

A growl erupted from your stomach that had you groaning as you stroll to your fridge. “let’s see let’s see” you whispered, closing your eyes and hoping for some non-expired food. Empty, there wasn’t even a day-old takeout left but just sauces. “it’s alright, it’s fine” you were trying to reassure yourself so you wouldn’t go mad. Gasping, you ran to the pantry remembering that you had a soup you saved. At last, something you could eat was sitting on the shelf. Happily, you grabbed at the soup and started to prepare your first meal.

“He should be getting home in about an hour” you mumbled, carefully taking your soup out of the microwave. “Hello love, I’m home” Nanami’s entrance startled you not expecting him home this soon, dropping your soup everywhere onto the wooden floors. You felt tears swell into your eyes as you leaned over the counter with your hands covering your face. Broken sobs escaped your lips, all you could think about was how bad today was, you just wanted a meal.

Your husband frowned at your distress and set his work things aside on the counter. He stood behind you, pulling your front side towards him and embracing you into his warm chest. Harsh hiccuping sobs started to soften when a firm hand rubbed at your back. “Would you like to talk about it sweetheart?” he whispered, using his other hand to lift your face. Your eyes were beyond puffy and tears were streaming down your face.

“bad day” you whined, shoving your face into his chest and inhaling the fresh smell of mint and eucalyptus. Nanami figured he wouldn’t ask now but rather help you get comfortable. “I see, how about we get you cleaned up first, and then we can talk” he gripped onto your waist and lifted you into his hold, tapping your legs to wrap around him. Nanami made his way with you to your bathroom, setting you down onto the sink area and planting a kiss against your forehead. Your heart swelled as you watched the blonde haired man turn the water on to fill the tub.

As your hands went to start removing your clothing another hand grabbed your wrist stopping you abruptly. “Let me” he reassured replacing your hand with his own and discarding your soup stained top and bra, before doing the same with your work pants and underwear. “Beautiful” he placed a small kiss onto your hip and stood up.

“I’m going to put your clothes away and grab a new pair, for now, get into the tub it’s warm” he pointed over to the tub that was half filled before leaving to your bedroom.

You sighed and looked at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks still had dry tears and your eyes looked like they could pop out. With a sigh you made your way off the sink and to the tub, slowly slipping inside with a soft groan.

The warm sight of Nanami made you weakly smile. “Alright love, your clothes are all set in the bedroom” he smiled softly, walking over to the toilet and taking a seat. He reached for the showerhead that was detachable from the shower itself. You realized his watch was no longer on and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. He had just gotten home from work and yet he’s still in his uniform. Your thoughts washed away when a finger tapped your bare shoulder, making you shiver.

“Love, can you turn around for me? so I can wash your hair” Nanami asked, rubbing his finger over your shoulder while he waited.

You nodded and turned around so your back was facing him and your face was towards the wall. Nanami didn’t speak while he wet your hair and squeezed some of his own shampoo into his palm. Instead, he just started to massage your scalp while occasionally humming. He didn’t want to remind you of anything right now as he wanted to use this time to take care of you and comfort you. He continued to bathe you, washing out the shampoo and putting in conditioner which was also his. Vanilla, the sweet smell he absolutely loved and knew that you loved just as much as him.

When it was time to wash your body Nanami asked you to stand up and turn towards him, he truly didn’t want you to lift a finger. You both locked eyes and a smile formed onto his lips, you looked beautiful to him and he was so happy to be your husband. He squeezed some body wash into a warm cloth and began scrubbing against your arms, legs, and everywhere else. At times he would tickle your side to hear your small laugh.

Finally rinsing you, he grabbed a towel beside him and opened it in front of his chest. You drained the water before stepping out from the tub carefully and letting the man in front of you wrap a towel around your body to lift you.

The bedroom ceiling fan was off, Nanami always makes sure of that when you come out of showers because he doesn’t want you to get cold. He sets you down onto your feet and sits on the edge of your bed with his hands pulling down your towel and patting your body dry. Your hair was dripping and a chuckle left his lips.

“I almost forgot about your hair” he joked, grabbing another towel beside him and wrapping it around your hair.

Of course, Nanami dressed you too. He dressed you in his clothes though because they had just come out of the dryer, perfect for keeping you warm. It was his grey sweatpants and a baby blue hoodie.

“Come on, let’s talk” he moved onto the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs open. You climbed onto his lap and rested your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. His hand came to rub at your back like earlier while he spoke. Your mind started to wander, thinking of how you maybe overreacted but before your thoughts could pester you, even more, Nanami leaned his head down to kiss your ear. “No matter what happened, small or big, it was a bad day” he mumbled against you and it felt like he could read your mind. He always knew just what to say and he always knew when your mind was being unkind to you because you had that same face every time, where your eyebrows are furrowed and your smile is just a bit downturned. Your eyes closed and you explained to him everything that happened, from work to the keys, to an empty fridge with sauces (that one made him laugh) and your soup spilling. You leaned up to look at him, waiting for what he would say.

“We will start to take rest days. From now on, both of us will use a day off of work to rest” he nodded while pulling the towel from your hair, letting all of your h/c hair fall to your face. “Thank you, I love you so much” you mumbled, your lips almost quivering from crying again.

“I love you too sweet girl” he lovingly says brushing your hair out of your face with his fingers.

You had already said thank you but you felt as if you needed to say more. Nanami knew though, he knew how thankful you were to have him. He always saw it when you ironed his clothes for work, or when you bought him his favorite pastries from his favorite bakery and also that one time when you drove 2 hours to him just because he forgot his lunch.

Your eyes started to tear up again but it wasn’t from your hard day, it was from the overwhelming amount of love you had for your husband. Nanami heard a small sniffle and looked down at you, swiping his thumb to wipe away a tear.

“happy tears” you whispered, your voice cracking a bit. He nodded and leaned forward, placing a small kiss against your lips. “mmm soup” he hummed and chuckled, earning a small laugh from you in return. “You know, the whole time I was holding you in the kitchen I was standing in soup” he huffed playfully while watching you cover your mouth from all of the laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get you new ones” you faked a frown and leaned into his chest again, wrapping your arms around his neck. After a while of being in your husband's arms and laughing an hour away, you began to grow tired. Nanami felt it from the way your body slumped more into his and how your breathing got a bit deeper. A smile formed onto his lips because he knew that as long as he was here, your bad days would never stay bad.

“I’ve got you” he whispered against your hair while his arms wrapped around you pulling your body into a big warm hug.

hunger | miya osamu & atsumu

Or, that one time Atsumu tries to get you off in front of his brother.

miya osamu & atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (fem. receiving), D/s elements

wc: 3.7k

A/N: had to enlist the help of local atsumu fucker @atsumuse​​ for this one to make sure i didn’t do the lesser twin dirty. much love to u and @hqbbg​​ for always encouraging my shitty osamu brain rot ideas

It was supposed to be a low-key, relaxing dinner. Atsumu’s been out of town for weeks due to volleyball responsibilities, so when he finally returned earlier this week you’d planned a catch-up session over dinner for the two brothers. Lately, Osamu hasn’t been able to stop talking about a new high-end restaurant that had opened, so what better way to spend an evening than with good food, your boyfriend, and your boyfriend’s crackhead brother?

The restaurant in question is an elegant place with full-length tablecloths and is lit primarily by candlelight. A jazz band is jamming in the corner, filling the place with music as you and Osamu are led to the upstairs level to a corner table on the balcony. You can hear the music vibrating through your feet and drifting up the staircase, although it’s not overpowering enough to hide any conversation.

After the two of you are seated (and Atsumu is, unsurprisingly, late), Osamu looks to you with a special glint in his eyes.

“Take off your panties.”

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