Peaceful Day For My Beloved Nanami

peaceful day for my beloved nanami

meanwhile Gege: 😘😝🤩🥰

{SMAU}: poly! satosugu texts <3.

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness.

pre-relationship:

during satosugu:

establishing relationship:

this was so long overdue!! but here we go <3

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Newlywed!Nanami Kento x Reader

one-shot domestic fluff and smut, also on ao3

Nanami thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did. That is, until he saw you with that delicate band on your ring finger, nestled against the diamond promise he had made you. His wife.

He thought he couldn’t be any prouder to be yours until he felt the weight of the gold band on his own finger, the way it caught the light and pressed against the softness of your hand when he held it. Your husband.

Now that you were married, he took every opportunity to call you his. “I’m waiting for my wife.” “One vanilla latte for my wife, please.” “Excuse me, I need to call my wife.” He’d be quietly thrilled each time in a way that only you could notice, a squeeze of your hand or a dust of pink on his cheekbones.

This new joy of being yours carried over into everything. He would slide over your cup of tea in the morning, made just the way you like it, with a lovestruck smile on his face. “Tea for my bride.”

He’d come home tired from work, his hair messy and his suit rumpled, and brighten like the sunrise when he saw you. “Welcome home, my husband.”

In your shared bed, tangled under the covers in sleepy bliss, he’d press soft kisses to the inside of your wrist, trailing his lips up to where your ring sparkled. “All mine,” he’d whisper, kissing it.

In your most intimate moments, he would moan the title like it was a prayer. “My wife,” sighed into your neck. “I’m all yours,” murmured between your thighs. He would slide his ring finger into you, thumb planted on your clit, and watch in adoration as you slicked his wedding band with arousal. He would put it in your mouth, trembling as you cleaned him off. His wife’s mouth, his bride’s tongue... Spit-shined gold on your husband’s hand.

Hesitance one-shot | gymowner!sukuna x f!reader

Summary: Your last day at work with Sukuna.

Genre: modern au, 18+, established friendship(?)

Word Count: 1.8k

Fic warnings: ooc, profanity

Notes: i've reread forgotten souls on ao3 more times than i can count, soft sukuna always gets me. i came up with this after listening to waterfall by night tapes, feel free to listen to it while reading <3

Hearing an exaggerated 'ahem' startled you, causing you to drop your phone on the keyboard. You look up to see that it was no one other than your lovely boss, Ryomen Sukuna- who was currently wondering why he hasn't fired you in all the years you've worked for him.

Oh right, it's because everyone would've given him hell for it. Even Uraume.

And how exactly did you manage to get Uraume to like you? He had no clue. And quite frankly, he’ll always be a little offended by it. Being the only one Uraume respected at one point was something he prided himself on, up until you came waltzing into his business.

You were the personality hire at this point and work wouldn't be the same without you. Yet here you were, on your last day of working at Malevolifts. 

You thought the name for the gym was cheesy, but seeing how passionate Ryo was about working out made you change your mind.

"Heeeeeey," you nervously greeted him.

You had one job, and that was to greet the customers. You didn't even hear him come in, let alone see him.

"Whatcha doin' on your phone?"

"Oh you know~ just drafting up an essay," you were reading a fanfic, but he didn't need to know that.

He turned to look at your laptop that was next to you, the one that was closed. "Isn't that what your laptops for?"

"You're aware that docs has an app, right?"

Brat.

He put both hands over the check-in counter and leaned over you with a shit-eating grin on his face, "You are so full of shit." Causing Choso to audibly gasp and cover your precious little ears.

He couldn't help but laugh at your fast thinking. You got him there, but you both knew you weren't using that app. Who the fuck giggles and kicks their feet while writing an essay? He's seen you have multiple meltdowns in the break room over your assignments- ones he had to console you through. You weren't fooling anybody.

And to top it off, the staff was babying you, as usual. He knew you weren’t as innocent as you made yourself to be. He’s looked over your shoulder one too many times in the past, only to find that you were reading the most obscene smut, on the clock.

"Put the fucking phone away and get back to work. It's literally your last day here." He says, pushing himself off the counter and making his way towards his office.

Despite his rough demeanor, he was actually a fun boss. You've worked for him for almost three years now, he didn't truly mean half the shit he said.

He was boisterous- easy to get into random banters with, so sarcastic that the line between a joke and a serious statement was heavily blurred. It never failed to make others laugh when his oh-so mysterious assistant, Uraume, did the bare minimum like bringing him a coffee and he'd respond with something ridiculous like "AS METICULOUS AS ALWAYS ASSISTANT".

It was a local gym anyways, there was no need to be professional. The only reason why he became a gym owner was because he liked working out and hated being told what to do.

–

Once he put all of his stuff down in his office, he made his way to you again. Bothering you was routine for him, the day didn't feel right if he didn't poke fun at you at least once.

"Hey brat! Go cash these checks for me, will you?"

You looked up from your phone that you were supposed to put away a few minutes ago and pouted. "Can't you have Uraume do it? It's gonna take forever walking to the bank."

"Good thing you're taking my car," He responded, tossing his keys to you.

You shot him a death glare, he absolutely knew you were in the middle of reading something. You grabbed the stupid checks out of his hand before stomping out of the gym, making your way towards his matte black dodge charger daytona. You were impressed by it initially, it was fast and loud. He's given you so many rides home at this point though that you gradually got over it. Although it was fun during the rare times he let you drive it.

You two had an interesting relationship. Whenever someone joined the gym or was hired to work there, they'd always assume that you were dating from the way you two bickered like an old married couple. Everyone was shocked at how you'd get away with raising your voice at him or telling him to fuck off while working, but it was just another day for you both.

One time, one of his girlfriends tried to confront you over the way you spoke to him. It got shut down real quick. 

And by shut down, it meant Ryo accusing them of trying to tell him how to run his business and then dumping them. He’d apologize to you soon after.

-

You were literally two streets away from the bank. Yet here you were, pulled over on the side of the road with red and blue lights flashing behind you and waiting for Ryo to pick up the phone.

|"What?"

|"Sukuuuuu~" You sang out one of the many nicknames you’ve given him over the years.

You heard him sigh over the phone, envisioning him pinching his nose bridge. 

|"What did you do?"

|"A cop thinks I stole your car. Please save me." you giggled, nervously. 

He was there in less than ten minutes, making Uraume speed way more than you had. After showing the cop proof that it was his car and you were his employee, he walked up to the driver's seat.

“Other side, brat. You really think I'm letting you drive back after this?” He tried to hold back a smile, of course this would happen on your last day of work. 

-

“I’m so sorry Ryo,” you finally said, breaking the silence between you two on the ride back.

You turned your head to look at him after hearing a little laugh.

"Don't look at me like that, kid." He said, pinching your chin. "You know I don't care." He did care. He was annoyed that his auto insurance would be higher after this month, but was willing to let it go since it was your last day. 

“Wanna grab a drink and some food at Sergio’s?” He asked. 

It took you back, he’d usually get annoyed by something like this. He didn’t like being pulled away from work, let alone take the rest of the day off after you got pulled over in his car. You remembered the checks too, but you were hungry and didn’t want an extra stop to keep you from eating. 

-

Being alone with him never felt awkward until now. The look he had on his face was different. He was usually extremely happy or extremely mad. Seeing him in a state of neutrality brought you a sense of discomfort. 

He noticed the change in your demeanor as well, it encouraged him to lead you by your lower back with his hand towards the bar and your seat. He was never much of a talker when it came to talking about his feelings, so he hoped the small gesture helped your nervousness a little bit. 

He was nervous too. He usually only talked to you about work– Well, teased you about your lack of drive when it came to being a front desk attendant. There’d be no point if he teased you about that now. 

He asked you about your plans after college and the internship you had lined up as you both ate your food. 

An economics major. He had no idea what the fuck that was, but with the amount of time you had your head in books, it somehow made sense.

It was boring, but he still cared. Even though you never put that much effort into your job the past three years, he knew how much of a go-getter you were. It was his fault anyways, anytime he saw you slack off, he’d just make fun of you. 

No repercussions from his end at all, it was no one else’s fault but his. Personality hire, remember? He couldn’t let you go over something so small. 

Everyone loved you. 

He loved you. 

He fully believed that you’d go out there into the world and get what you wanted, that’s just who you were in his eyes.

'Waterfall' by night tapes came on. He knew it was cheesy, but he wanted nothing more than to hold you tonight. He’d never danced with anybody before, and wanted his first to be with you.

So stupid, a 25 year old man, yearning to dance with some girl.

He got up from his seat and reached his hand out to you. "It's my last day with you stink, let me have this."

He led you to the corner of the floor after you took his hand. He avoided going to the middle, wanting it to be an intimate moment.

He had his hands around your waist at first, but it didn't feel right. He wrapped one arm completely around you and cradled the back of your head with the other so he could gently push you further into his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he slow danced with you.

Three years, how did time go by that fast? There's a part of him that feels like he just met you yesterday. The other feels like he's known you his whole life. He wasn't ready to let go.

He knew this day would come, he just kept avoiding the thought of it. He remembers your 19 year old self, walking into the gym and asking for a job. He was 22 years old at the time, the same age as you were now. He remembered the apprehension he felt when opening the gym that year, wondering if that's how you felt now that you were graduating.. wondering if you felt as alone as he did. 

God, he was so lonely.

He remembered the years with you. 

Your laugh when he cracked his stupid jokes. 

Your anger when he made all his ridiculous requests. 

The sweet moments you two shared together as you ate dinner in his office after closing the gym. 

He remembered the way you wiped food off the corner of his mouth that one time. He was starving, the cheesesteak sandwich he scarfed down that night was the first thing he’d eaten all day. He thought of how natural it was for you to swipe the grease off his lips that night. 

He remembered that one time during the holidays, when he refused to let you take the bus home at 9pm after making you stay at the gym with him. He practically forced you to get into his car so he could take you home- taking a detour of course, so you two could look at christmas lights together. 

He thought of all the moments he could’ve kissed you, he's missed so many chances of finally telling you how he felt about you. 

Tears flowed down his cheeks, remembering that you wouldn’t be at the gym, bright and early tomorrow morning. He wasn’t ready for this.

additional notes: he loves her. i chose the name ‘hesitance’ because it’s all he feels around her. he fell in love with her months into first meeting her, but has been afraid of expressing his emotions ever since.

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Ex-husband!Nanami who even after so much time since the divorce, can only empty his balls with the memory of you.

Unconsciously, he opens that specific folder on his phone titled "my dear love" and scrolls through the numerous photos and videos of you until he finds the same video he always uses to relieve himself. Surprisingly, it's nothing obscene, but just a video he recorded of you while you were spending a homemade afternoon together. Your eyes so bright as you look directly at him instead of the camera lens, your subtle smile gradually growing along with the blush on your cheeks as his voice echoes in the background of the video.

Nanami already has his hand around his semi-hard cock, a weak sigh escaping him as he squeezes the tunnel formed by his hand around the pink head and slides down without loosening the grip, letting out a moan that sounds almost gasping. With the phone in his other hand, he doesn't take his eyes off your image, admiring every pixel on the small screen as if you were truly in front of him.

Nanami always feels his heart will leap out of his chest when he hears the same words that always push him to the edge: "I love you, Kento. And you don't need to record me saying this, you silly. We have a lifetime together for me to repeat this to you as many times as you want." Warm, viscous, and whitish jets stream down Nanami's abdomen where his now soft cock rests. He struggles to regulate his breathing and start to stare at the ceiling after putting the phone down beside him with the video already ended.

And even though the guilt for doing something so dirty with your image overwhelms him as he comes down from his peak, the greater guilt that Nanami truly feels is not having fought harder to keep you by his side. Only Nanami knows how much he would be willing to face the world just to hear you say those things to him directly once more.

Yeah, I have a certain arousal for depressed men AND SO WHAT?? Just a brief pause in the smut + audio series to post this thought I had. It's not corrected so please ignore possible errors.

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