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i saw @//substance4buser's take on this image and i wanted to do one myself hehehe, i had fun studying the shading/lighting on their clothes hell yeah. i got lazy rendering some parts tho loll
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what’s left of you, wherein you confront the life nanami kento has left behind for you to navigate through.
a/n : i was going to post this in parts but i didn’t want to compromise anything so here you guys go!!! one of the scenes was posted a bit earlier as a sneak peek so you might recognize that!
word count : 1.6k
prompt : finally getting everything you ever wanted only for it to be taken right from your grasp. angst with a happy ending.
disclaimer : english is not my first nor second language so please be patient! if you spot errors or typos, feel free to comment :) thank you!
the summer breeze passes you by as you stand, your hair dancing with the wind you overlook your alma mater’s campus behind you. nostalgia washes over you, memories of your youth that you so desperately tried to bury coming back.
approximately a decade ago, you stood in this exact spot with nanami kento, who, at the time, served as the light in your life.
you experienced all the horrors the world had to offer, but kento never once faltered. despite facing all those said horrors head-on, he remained kind-hearted, carrying out his tasks with a smile.
and you don’t know when you first started loving him, but it must be around your third year of junior high school when your love for nanami kento truly blossomed, manifesting in ways that, in retrospect, were not so subtle.
but kento was taught to be a gentleman through and through, and so his modesty translated into a sense of denseness.
everyone knew it except for him. your upperclassmen especially, noticed your favoritism and even made teasing remarks about it, but with nanami, it all went through one ear and out the other. he brushed it all off, claiming that your special treatment came from a place of familiarity, because you’d known each other for far longer.
and so began your little game of cat and mouse.
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Help Mohamad reunite his family ❤️🙏
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges. Your contribution 💪 will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones. 🙏
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#jeckole but jecka is a mermaid and nicole is a pirate... kinda
inspired by @/retereeks and @/aurawra21 🙏pls someone make a ficccccc of this shi bro pretty pls. anw i initially made jecka's design super detailed like i added pearls and accessories everywhere but nicole's design felt too bland so i had to scrape it lol 😭
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- nanami x reader - w.c 3k, marraige of convenience, mentions of societal pressure but everything is consensual!, nsfw, mdni!
without even meeting him, you agreed to marry nanami kento without any expectations of future love, romantic or otherwise.
the pairing is advantageous for the both of you; you get access to the impressive nanami family fortune that has grown substantially now that kento is managing it, while he gets to enjoy a close association with your prestigious family and the subsequent educational opportunities that your children will benefit from. it's sensible and by far the best option you'd been presented with.
you've exchanged letters with him, polite and concise. you can read between the lines and see that he shares a disillusioned view of jujutsu society, but is more than willing to step up for the good of his family.
you weren't coerced by anyone. far from it -- your mother and father had sat you down and asked if you were sure, that they would understand if you wanted to take more time or to choose a different path for yourself altogether.
but you know the rest of society would not be so kind or understanding. marriage between two sorcerers, as antiquated as it seems, is how you survive amongst all of these competitive, power-hungry families.
from what you've read and heard about him, nanami will provide stability. he's progressive in his thinking, and so wont expect anything from you that he wouldn't be willing to do as well. you've learned that he's a teacher at tokyo tech, and has received glowing reviews; he'll be a good father.
and so on this misty thursday morning, you lay eyes on your fiancé for the first time as he slips a ring on your finger and promises to stay by your side forever.
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Anonymous asked:
need more nanami and yapper gf!!!! Please please pleaseeeee
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ teddy’s notes: your wish is my command!!! this is based on a couple of scenarios from this post. enjoy!!
nanami looked like he had been through war.
his tie was loosened, his usually neat hair was slightly disheveled, and he carried the aura of a man who had exhausted every last ounce of patience.
he barely acknowledged you as he set his briefcase down, exhaling sharply as he shrugged off his coat.
you, of course, saw this as a perfect opportunity.
“darling,” you called from your place on the couch, voice dripping with false concern.
nanami sighed. “what.”
you turned to him with wide, sympathetic eyes. “who hurt you?”
he gave you a look. “the world.”
“tragic,” you sighed, patting the spot beside you. “come, sit. tell me all about it. i’ll be your emotional support animal.”
nanami stared at you for a long moment before slowly, exhaustedly, sinking onto the couch beside you.
he leaned his head back against the cushions, closing his eyes. “long day.”
“i knew it,” you said, crossing your arms. “i could feel the tragic main character energy radiating off you the moment you walked in.”
nanami didn’t even open his eyes. “don’t start.”
“don’t start?” you echoed, scandalized. “nanami kento, have we met?”
he sighed again, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
you saw the cracks forming.
so you leaned in, lowering your voice dramatically. “he’s struggling. he pinches the bridge of his nose, a man burdened by the weight of responsibility. his jaw tightens. his shoulders are stiff. but through it all—he remains strong.”
nanami’s eyes finally opened, just so he could give you the flattest look imaginable.
“he sighs,” you continued, undeterred, “a sound so deep, so weary, it could shake the heavens. he suffers in silence—”
“i am not suffering,” nanami interrupted, voice heavy with exhaustion.
you gasped. “oh, but you are. a tortured soul, caught in the throes of capitalism and incompetence—”
“i regret coming home.”
“no, you don’t,” you said smugly, flopping against his side.
nanami exhaled as you rested your head against his shoulder. despite his complaints, he didn’t move away.
you tilted your head up to look at him, eyes twinkling with mischief. “oh? what’s this? a moment of vulnerability? has the brooding sorcerer finally let down his walls?”
he shut his eyes again. “i am begging you to stop narrating my life.”
“never,” you said firmly.
nanami groaned, but there was no stopping you now.
“and yet,” you whispered dramatically, “despite all odds… despite his desperate pleas for peace… he allows the menace to stay.”
“no choice,” he muttered. “you’d just break in if I locked the door.”
“he knows me well,” you agreed. “and, deep down, perhaps… he even likes it.”
nanami huffed.
but it wasn’t his usual exhausted sigh. it was softer. lighter.
you grinned.
“oh?” you gasped. “was that—”
“no,” nanami said immediately.
“it was. it was a laugh. a chuckle, even!” you sat up, turning to face him fully. “i’ve done it. i’ve cracked the code!”
nanami opened one eye. “do you ever run out of energy?”
“nope,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “and lucky for you, i’m here to restore yours.”
before he could respond, you swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. nanami blinked up at you, looking both unimpressed and amused.
“ah,” he said dryly, hands settling on your hips. “so this is your great cure for exhaustion.”
“it’s part one,” you said, reaching up to smooth your fingers through his hair.
he hummed, closing his eyes for a brief moment as you massaged his scalp.
“and part two?” he asked, voice lower now.
you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
“this,” you murmured, trailing kisses along his cheek, down to his jaw.
nanami let out a slow breath, his grip on your hips tightening just slightly.
“mm,” he hummed. “better than your usual nonsense.”
“excuse me,” you scoffed, pulling back to glare at him. “my nonsense is the reason you’re feeling better right now.”
he tilted his head, considering. “debatable.”
you gasped.
“how dare you.”
nanami smirked, tilting his head back against the couch, waiting for your inevitable response.
you narrowed your eyes, then grabbed his face with both hands and smushed his cheeks together.
“take it back,” you demanded.
he made a noise of protest, voice muffled by your hands.
“what was that? didn’t quite catch it,” you said, grinning.
nanami exhaled sharply through his nose. then, without warning, he grabbed your wrists, flipped you onto the couch, and pinned you beneath him in one smooth motion.
you blinked up at him, momentarily stunned.
“you were saying?” nanami asked, leaning down so his nose brushed yours.
“um,” you squeaked. “hello.”
his lips twitched. “hello.”
you cleared your throat, regaining your composure. “so, what i meant was—”
nanami kissed you before you could finish.
it was slow, lingering—his lips warm and steady against yours.
when he pulled back, his thumb brushed along your cheek. “thank you,” he murmured.
you blinked. “for what?”
“for making me laugh,” he admitted. “for making me feel… lighter.”
your chest ached at how soft he sounded.
so, naturally, you ruined the moment.
“so you do admit my nonsense is good for you.”
nanami sighed. “i should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“too late,” you said smugly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “now come back here and kiss me again, grumpy man.”
nanami huffed. “menace.”
but he kissed you anyway.
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nanami as patrick bateman
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𝒴our first encounter with the 呪術廻戦 men
⪩⪨ ✶ implied f!reader but can be read otherwise (use of "pretty" in choso's version), strangers to lovers, fluff, featuring ♡ canon! gojo, canon! geto, single dad! toji, modern au! choso, canon! sukuna in a modern au, corporate! nanami ✿ ⪩⪨ tried a new formatting style..! ib my dear @norikuna (∩˃o˂∩)♡
gojo doesn’t see you coming. not because he’s oblivious—though, sure, that’s part of it—but because he’s too busy making himself miserable, listening to some poor bastard on the phone cry about their ex. it’s barely noon, the sun’s out, people are living their lives, and this guy’s talking about how he let “the one” slip through his fingers. “bro, just get another one,” gojo had said, dead-eyed, waiting for the crosswalk light to change. the response was more crying. he sighed, hanging up.
and then he smacked straight into you.
not a polite bump, not even a nudge—full-on body collision, your forehead meeting his chin with a sharp crack. the impact was enough to send you both stumbling, but while gojo’s built like a brick wall, you had all the misfortune of being knocked back a few steps. “ow—what the fuck?!” your voice came first, and then, through the dizzying pain, you saw him. tall, white-haired, stupidly good-looking in an insufferable way, dressed like he was on some model’s off-day. sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and even through the slight daze, you could see the sharp glint of his blue eyes peering down at you.
“ah, my bad—”
“your bad?” your voice rose, disbelieving. the pain hadn’t even settled yet, but your temper had. “you nearly took my head off!”
gojo blinked. “well, technically, if i took your head off, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he pointed out. “unless you’re a talking head, which would be—"
“are you serious?” you cut him off, hands flying up in exasperation. “you’re just standing in the middle of the damn sidewalk—”
“crosswalk,” he corrected.
“—like a fucking lamppost,” you barreled on, ignoring him. “and then you hit me. no, actually, you collided with me like a fucking train, and now you’re just standing there?”
you looked ready to kill him. gojo thought you looked radiant. people don’t really yell at him. they get nervous, flustered, awkward. maybe they complain a little, but they don’t yell. not like this—not with this kind of raw, unfiltered rage that was directed solely at him.
and he was loving it.
choso’s pug repeated assaults 😭 NANAMI’S NEEDS TI BE A FULL FIC
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. . . they say, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, you know?
🍜 ⊹₊ ⋆~ synopsis: after a long day, you prepare a simple meal for nanami, a quiet customer who unexpectedly walks into your restaurant. his frequent visits and the conversations that follow spark a deeper connection between you two, turning these small moments into something much more meaningful.
⋆·˚ ༘ * teddy’s notes: i hope the saying is true irl too because a way to my heart is definitely through my stomach and im not even a man so yk. just something cutesy for you guys to enjoy!! (also if yk the artist pls tell me so i can credit them i couldn’t find anything on pinterest/google)
⋆·˚ ༘ * contains: ~4500 words!! pure fluff, chef!reader, gender neutral!reader, cute themes, just nanami loving your food.
it was late on a quiet weeknight when nanami— just a “handsome stranger” at the time— stepped into your small restaurant. the usual dinner rush had long since ended, leaving only the soft hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of passing cars outside. you were just finishing up for the night, wiping down the counters and stacking dishes, when the gentle chime of the doorbell broke the silence.
you turned, surprised to see a customer this late. he stood just inside the entrance, his broad frame taking up more space than he seemed to intend. his tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and a faint trace of exhaustion clung to his features—though he still held himself with quiet composure.
“good evening,” you greeted with a smile, setting your dish towel aside. “we’re actually about to close, but can I help you with something?”
nanami’s gaze drifted over the restaurant, taking in the neatly arranged tables, the warm glow of the hanging lanterns, the faint scent of broth still lingering in the air. he exhaled softly, then looked at you.
“i don’t mean to impose,” he said, voice low, steady. “but i could really go for something simple… just something nice after a long day. i don’t want to take up too much of your time, though.”
his tone was polite, but there was a weight behind his words—a quiet kind of weariness that made you hesitate.
you glanced at the clock. technically, you had planned to close up soon, but…
you looked back at him. something about the way he stood there, tired yet restrained, made you pause.
“well,” you said, tilting your head slightly, “i could make you something quick, if you’re okay with something light.” you smiled, trying to ease the hesitancy in his expression. “it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
nanami studied you for a moment before offering a small, grateful nod. “thank you. i appreciate it.”
without another word, you slipped back into the kitchen, tying your apron back into place. the restaurant was quiet, save for the soft clatter of your utensils as you worked. the rhythmic chop of vegetables filled the space, followed by the gentle simmer of broth as you prepared something warm and comforting.
through the small opening between the kitchen and the counter, you could see nanami sitting at one of the barstools, his hands resting on the counter. he wasn’t looking at his phone or checking the time—he just sat there, still and present, taking in the atmosphere.
you found yourself watching him for a second longer than necessary before shaking yourself out of it.
it didn’t take long before the dish was ready. a fresh bowl of ramen, simple yet rich in flavor, with perfectly balanced ingredients. something warm, something soothing. something to ease the tension in his shoulders, even if just for a little while.
carefully, you set the steaming bowl in front of him.
“here you go,” you said with a smile. “hope this helps after your long day.”
nanami looked at the dish, then back at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. he picked up his chopsticks, lifting the first bite to his lips.
then, as he tasted it, his posture changed—just slightly. his eyes softened, his shoulders relaxed, and the faintest trace of surprise crossed his face.
“this is…” he paused, considering his words. finally, he exhaled, setting his chopsticks down for a moment. “this is really good.”
the sincerity in his voice made warmth bloom in your chest.
“i’m glad,” you said, watching as he took another bite.
you smiled, feeling a sense of pride well up inside you as you watched him eat. his face lit up, and his eyes closed for a brief moment as he savored the taste. you couldn’t help but feel pleased by his reaction.
and as the quiet night stretched on, you found yourself lingering just a little longer, watching over this tired man who had found his way to your little restaurant, seeking something warm to hold onto.
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NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )
⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!
ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso
𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader ) ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.
﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics
"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"
you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.
it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.
you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.
"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.
gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?
he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.
cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."
﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology
"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?
that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.
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*inhales* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE TEACHER NANAMI AND TEACHER READER OLEASE I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I PROMISE TO GIVE YOU MY FIRST CHILD EVERYTHING YIU NEED PLEASE JUST GIVE US MORE TEACHER NANAMIII 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
everyone keep their children to themselves...!!!
the day nanami realized he was madly in love with you was not some dramatic, earth-shattering moment. no, it was when he walked into your classroom, expecting to borrow a simple whiteboard marker, and instead found you holding a live pigeon like some kind of disney princess. "why," he began slowly, blinking at the scene before him, "are you holding a pigeon?"
"oh, hey, nanami," you greeted him, as if nothing about this situation was abnormal. "meet genie."
"genie." he repeated, tone flat.
"yeah! the kids wanted to name him 'mr. pipi,' but, you know… obvious reasons."
nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. "right. obvious reasons."
the children were gathered around you, eyes wide with wonder, absolutely enchanted by the pigeon sitting comfortably in your hands. the bird, for whatever reason, looked completely at peace. in fact, it looked happy. "we were talking about birds today," you explained cheerfully. "and i thought, what better way to learn than with a real one?"
"and how did you acquire a real one?" nanami asked, already dreading the answer.
"i found him in the parking lot. he just let me pick him up."
"of course he did," nanami muttered, because if there was anyone who could just randomly befriend a pigeon, it was you. as you continued your enthusiastic (if wildly inaccurate) explanation of bird anatomy, nanami barely registered the nonsense leaving your mouth.
“this is his wing, and he uses it to flap around.”
("very informative," nanami murmured sarcastically.)
“this is his beak, it's like a built-in spoon!”
("i'm going to pretend i didn't hear that.")
“and his feathers help him fly, just like how airplanes have wings!”
("you are personally offending every biologist alive.")
but the kids were enamored. they nodded along, absolutely believing every word you said. meanwhile, nanami’s class—who had followed him like little ducklings—stood in the doorway crying about how they wanted a pigeon too.
"mr. nanami, it's not fair!"
"we wanna see genie too!"
"why does their class get a cool bird and we don’t?!"
nanami sighed. “we are not getting a pigeon.”
a week later, nanami's class had a hamster named pringles. “so,” you said, leaning against his desk as he watched pringles roll around in his little enclosure, “how does it feel, being out-parented?”
"we are not their parents," nanami deadpanned.
"aren't we?" you grinned. "i mean, we literally argued over pet custody. we had meetings to ensure genie and pringles had separate, safe spaces. you had a full-blown existential crisis when genie tried to eat pringles."
nanami massaged his temples. "genie should not have been near pringles in the first place."
"oh, so now you agree with me?" you teased. he sighed. "i always agreed with you. i just—" he cut himself off, lips pressing into a thin line. you tilted your head. "just what?"
he glanced at you, at the way you smiled at him so effortlessly, and he felt the realization hit him like a freight train.
he was so incredibly, hopelessly in love with you.
"...nothing," he muttered. "i'm going to lunch."
"oh! combined lunch today?"
"no."
you laughed, and nanami hated how it made his heart race.
RAHHHHHHHHHH💔💔💔💔💔💔