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ยฉ 2024 iinumakiis - do not translate, copy, or alter my work!
prompt: oneshot, canon divergence (nanami survives shibuya), fluff, i need this man to be happy, nanami and reader live happily ever after.
pairing: nanami x gn!reader
cw: not proof read lol - no actual warnings
a/n: i'm back after seven months, i had a lot going on y'all. i need this man so bad, and i need him to be happy even more. enjoy x
Lemon Meringue
Standing at the kitchen counter, softly humming to himself as he whisks away, Nanami is deep in thought, almost as if he's replaying the past year in his head.
Shibuya was a lot for him. Mentally, physically, and since he had you, emotionally as well. He had been severely injured, burn scars littering his body from the incident, but he had managed to pull through. Because of you. For you.
You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist; taut muscle and skin hidden beneath a loose button-up, a smile stuck to your face as you press your cheek against his back. This never fails to pull Nanami from his thoughts, no matter if they were work related or trauma induced from the incident - though he'd never confess it was traumatic for him. Always needing to be strong; a lighthouse in a storm for his love, you.
"G'morning, lover," You mumble groggily into his shirt, and he can feel the way his heart automatically lurches, like an instinctive trick every time your voice rings through his ears. He can't bite back the smile as you finally peer around him curiously, looking at the metal bowl full of now frothed egg whites. He greets you back with a simple "Good morning, angel."
The two of you stand like that for a long minute, the sound of the ocean lapping at the shore audible through the windows as he whisks foamy egg whites into stiff peaks. Right before he's supposed to grate the lemon zest as the recipe calls, he turns, looking down at you with something that can only be called adoration.
"Sleep well?" He inquires, smile gracing his lips as he looks down at you. With gentle fingers, he pushes some hair away from your forehead, giving him enough room to kiss the small expanse of skin. He relishes in the way you hum and look at him, a matching wave of adoration in your own eyes.
"Mhm." You hum simply, decidedly. "Are you making lemon meringues for our anniversary?" You laugh, and god how he wishes he could drown in that noise. He can't stop himself from smiling down at you as he gives you a gentle nod. "I did. Why? Something wrong with meringues?"
When you tilt your head back in a laugh, Nanami feels like the universe had to have favored him in some way: going from surviving Shibuya to watching his adoring partner laugh at something so simple, so mundane - it's as if the universe created his very own pocket of time, where everything is normal and fine again. Where he can have you forever, just like this, just like this.
Kento thinks to himself in these quiet moments together, and he reflects. He went from a hardened sorcerer, someone who wasn't interested in relationships because they'd get in the way of his work, to being away from that kind of life. Instead, presently, he's found solace; a soft piece of life with you, laughing and loving and finally, finally, just living.
"I love you, Ken." You beam up at him, that same devoted, small grin on your face. He can't help but to beam back at you, despite his reserved and somewhat aloof nature. What can he say? You bring out the best of him.
"I love you more, gorgeous. I'm glad we're here together." He hums, affection practically dripping from his lips. Calloused fingers intertwine with your own, the softness never failing to make Nanami weak in the knees.
'I'd do it all over again', he thinks. And truth be told, he would. The entirety of his career as a jujutsu teacher, the Shibuya incident, almost dying... Everything. All for you. All if it meant he'd get to meet you, and keep you safe and sound for himself.
hi just stopping by to say i literally love ur blog theme and ur writing ๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ i fell down a rabbit hole and stalked ur acc and it just seems so peaceful?? tranquil?? are u the personification of nyquil or something โ๏ธ (100% in a good way, not in a โur blog puts me to sleep wayโ)
THIS IS SO SWEET I'M GOING TO CRYYY ๐ญ
thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoy my blog enough to stalk me i feel so loved rn <3 :,) i may actually be nyquil sorry my sweet anon
Summer Air : gn!reader (they/them), oneshot, fluff, established relationship, a peaceful summer morning with toji <3
[g. suguru]
Lost In Stereo : gn!reader (they/them), noncurse au, multiple chapters, suguru is your neighbor, reader is the owner of a music shop, suguru's like vaguely punk in this.
[r. sukuna]
Vegas : fem!reader (she/her), oneshot, noncurse au, reader is a stripper in vegas, sukuna is the hot n sexy club owner (who's a little bit of a dick), eventual smut.
a/n: i have started doing a taglist, if any of these are points of interest for you, i will tag you in the published works :)
ยฉ iinumakiis - please do not repost, alter, copy, or translate any of my works!
thinking about sukuna being so irritable and pissed off when he comes home, he has no choice but to bark out a "chambers. now." at you.
sukuna who practically tears your robes off, his polished nails digging into any expense of skin he could find. the callouses on his fingertips adding a delicious roughness, pulling whine after whine out of you.
sukuna who finds enjoyment in clamping his sharp teeth down on the supple flesh of your body, hard enough to pierce through. he would suck marks into the column of your neck, a silent demand of ownership over you.
sukuna who fucks you like he hates you, two hands squeezing your hips so hard it will definitely leave bruises, one toying with your clit, and one pushing your leg back with ease. he pounds into your soaked cunt mercilessly, panting at the feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix.
sukuna who calls you his "filthy woman" when you beg and plead for him to slow down, that it's too much, too big. he knows you don't mean it from the way your plush walls pulse around him, drawing him in over and over again.
sukuna who doesn't moan, he growls. animalistic sounds tearing from him when you cum three- four- five times around his thick cock. he would lap up the tears streaming down your face from overstimulation, relishing in the salty taste.
"I can't- Ah- I can't cum again, please, nngh-"
"You'll cum as many times I want you to, brat."
sukuna who spills rope after rope of himself inside of you, snarling possessives, his hips stuttering against yours. he gets off on the thought of you swollen with his seed, his hier - a way he can show everybody that you are solely his. when he pulls out, he has no shame in gathering his cum that's slowly started to leak out and fucking it back into you with his fingers.
a/n: hornyposting for sukuna my beloved <3 likes + reblogs are appreciated
ยฉ iinumakis - please do not copy, alter, repost, or translate my works
A light knock sounds from your door, pulling you from the frantic effort to make yourself presentable. Upon opening up, Yuuta is stood in the doorframe, hands wringing together nervously.
"Hi Yuuta," you beam, flashing him a small smile, "I'll be out in just a second, let me grab my keys." He nods in response, opting to stuff his hands in his jean pockets. Returning with your keys, you shut and lock the door behind you, setting off walking on the sidewalk.
"So, did you have anything in mind?" You ask, glancing sideways to look at his face.
"Yeah, there's somewhere I wanted to show you, I haven't taken anyone here with me yet." He answers, a light blush dusting over his face.
A small laugh makes it's way out of your chest, forcing him to look over at you. He takes in how your eyes crinkle when you laugh, head thrown back ever so slightly, the way you expose your teeth in a grin, and he's bewitched.
One of your hands comes up to fan your face as you try to calm down your laughter. You glance towards him, cocking an eyebrow curiously, having caught him staring at you. Yuuta's face lights up again, quickly snapping his field of vision away from you, his own embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.
"See something you like?" You flirt, playfully knocking your arm into his, causing him to actually laugh.
"Yeah, I think so." He smiles towards you, his smile, that smile that makes you feel like sunshine.
After another 20 minute walk and some flirty-playful banter, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into what looks like a bookstore. Tall shelves line the room, each cluttered with books of any genre you could think of. You inhale, savoring the comforting dusty smell of old books.
"Oh my god, Yuutaaaa!" You squeal, excitement evident in your voice. A hand of yours instinctively comes to clutch his arm and squeeze gently, the enthusiasm coursing through you. "You know me so well."
Much to his dismay, he can feel his face heating up again at the contact, one of his own hands coming up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. "This actually isn't even my favorite part."
With a gentle hand, he takes yours and guides you to a set of stairs leading to a lower level of the building. At the end of the stairs, a soft gasp leaves your mouth, awestruck by the sight. The lower level was overflowing with records and CDs, a record player sitting on one of the shelves playing an old 70s love song.
Yuuta glances at you, anxiety obviously overcoming him as he speaks quickly, "I know it's nothing crazy or super exciting, I just normally come here when I want to get away. I thought you might enjoy the whole vibe of this place as well-"
His rambling is stopped in its tracks when you wrap your arms around his neck, effectively pulling him into an embrace. "Yuu, I love it! This is amazing!" The corners of his mouth twitch into a smile, sighing in relief.
The next several hours are spent with both of you bouncing back and forth in conversation over music, books, movies - anything that came to mind. Conversation felt easy with Yuuta, and each lull in said conversation felt comfortable.
Well past when you thought you'd be home, you finally make your way outside the store, noticing that the sun had set. Each of you carried a bag with one book and one record, having decided to pick personal favorites for each other and share.
"I should probably be getting home, Yuu. It's dark and I'm really not trying to deal with weirdos after such a good night," you sigh, not wanting to leave him.
Yuuta catches this easily, softly grasping your hand into his and interlocking his fingers in yours. "Don't worry, I can walk you home," he says easily, flashing you his sunshine smile that never fails to make you weak in the knees. Without thinking about it, you're nodding along in agreement, and he's leading you back home with slow steps.
"I really did have fun tonight, Yuu, thank you for taking me somewhere so special to you," a faint blush creeps up your cheeks, mentally thanking whatever higher power that the only light to acknowledge it were the sparsely placed streetlights.
His eyes catch yours and he chuckles, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Why wouldn't I want to share my favorite place with my favorite person?"
At Yuuta's words, the light pink darkens to a scarlet. Too scared that if you speak you'll say something stupid, or your voice will crack, you opt to just hum contentedly in response.
Two pairs of feet tap the stairs up to your front door, and he releases your hand. Arriving home has never felt more tense then it does now, him staring at you, with his ears twinged pink in a blush.
"Well... Uh- I hope you have a good rest of your night, [y/n]," He concludes, starting to spin away from you, mentally cringing at himself for being so awkward.
"Hey, Yuu?" You ask quickly, abandoning your bag on your porch. "Hm?" He turns again to face you, only to find you directly in front of him, breathing a little harder than normal. "Are you oka-"
Navy eyes widen as you softly press your plush lips against his, your hands coming to gently take his face between your hands. Slowly, his eyes flutter shut, letting himself sink into the kiss, silencing any thoughts he had about himself ruining things. His slender fingers find your waist and tenderly hold you, almost as if he let go, you'd vanish like a figment of his imagination.
You pull away first, looking at him with hazy eyes, hands coming to rest delicately on the chest. A love-drunk smile plays on your face as you slowly steady your breath and racing heart.
"Now I will have a good night."
ยฉ iinumakiis - please do not repost, alter, copy, or translate my works!
to the anon that sent me a request for a first date w yuuta or toge - i am working on it!! i tried editing my formatting for it and accidentally deleted your ask ๐ญ๐๐ป i will still be putting it out i promise <3
a/n: toge is my absolute fav! i hope you enjoy <3 likes + reblogs are appreciated!
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bf!toge, who would make you paper stars and origami any chance he got.
bf!toge, who prefers to always be touching you in some way. reading? expect him draped across your lap. washing dishes? he's wrapping his arms around you and laying his head on your shoulder. going out? his pinky is interlocked with yours the entire time.
bf!toge, who gets insecure that he can't speak normally, so he writes you page after page of love notes expressing his feelings.
bf!toge, who may or may not have a bit of a jealous streak.
bf!toge, who always kicks your ass at imessage games.
bf!toge, who memorized your order at the cafรฉ you met at the first time you went out.
bf!toge, who sometimes uses his cursed speech to fuck with you.
"Toge, for the last time if you don't stop leaving your socks outside of the laundry basket i'm going to hurt you."
โณ "Kiss me." >:)
bf!toge, who gets genuinely upset if you start watching your show without him.
bf!toge, who is a serious gamer - also using his cursed speech on shitty teammates or opponents.
bf!toge, who shows up with flowers after you've had a bad day, face apologetic as he embraces you gently.
bf!toge, who is up to date on twitter lingo + regularly makes kys jokes.
bf!toge, who calls you his angel.
bf!toge, who is an ass man.
bf!toge who's hands went numb with anxiety the first time you went out with him.
bf!toge, who doesn't speak much, but he does to tell you he loves you.
bf!toge, who would go through the shibuya incident over and over again if it meant keeping you safe.
bf!toge, who loves squishing your face in his hands or against his own face.
bf!toge, who loves showing you his entire tiktok for you page (it's become a nightly routine).
bf!toge, who kisses your forehead and carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch watching a movie with him.
ยฉ iinumakiis - please do not repost, alter, copy, or translate my works!
as a writer, these are my general outlines for what i will and will not write about. that means that i can decline a request for any reason if it makes me uncomfortable. that being said, i will post darker themes and content, which is why my blog is not for people under 18.
do:
sfw requests
nsfw requests
kinks such as bondage and impact play
darker themes such as toxicity, infidelity, abuse, harder kink, murder, manipulation, etc etc
au's
(elaborate) scenarios
songfics
yandere characters
characters over the age of 18 or under 18 if sfw
don't:
really my only no is extreme kinks involving bodily functions - i'm sure you can guess what i mean
characters i will write for:
gojo satoru
geto suguru
nanami kento
toji fushiguro
ryomen sukuna
choso kamo
shoko ieiri
yuuji itadori
megumi fushiguro
nobara kugisaki
inumaki toge
yuuta okkotsu
generally that's about all! i hope you have a good time here! :)
