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Nanami Kento - FanBehavior
Warnings: None
One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head
Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.
Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.
“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.
You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.
“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.
“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.
“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”
“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”
“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.
Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.
There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.
Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.
A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.
“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.
“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”
“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”
Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.
Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist
Gojo Satoru
Nanami Kento
Toge Inumaki
Miscellaneous
Toge Inumaki - Salmon
Warnings: None :D
My favorite JJK boy 🩷
Reader Gender not specified
You loved Toge, Toge loved you. You both had a lovely relationship. It could get a bit challenging though. With Toge not speaking due to his cursed technique.
You both had a secret language set up though, so you always knew what Toge wanted and all the lovey things of the sort.
Even though you had all that, Toge was still a shy baby when it came to initiating things. You told him multiple times a day that you loved him, and Toge was yet to say it back, but that’s okay, you knew he did even if he was too shy to say it.
Today was a day like all the others. The wind was blowing gently and the sun was out, providing some warmth on this chilly autumn day. You and Toge were just sitting outside together, under your favorite oak tree, as the fall winds gently blew leaves to the ground every once in a while.
Toge’s head rested in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. You used your free hand to make pressings of any particularly beautiful leaves that happened to fall your way.
The peace and silence was disturbed by Inumaki’s stomach letting out a loud growl. His face turned red, like a tomato. Cute.
“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s been a while since we had food. Why don’t we go make some Tuna Mayo Onigiri inside?” You asked him, knowing there shouldn’t be anyone using the kitchen right now.
Brightening up at the mention of his favorite food he quickly stood up and offered you his hand, which you took happily. You both walked to te kitchen hand in hand.
You got out all the ingredients for it as Inumaki watched you. You were completely focused on cooking, startling when Toge wrapped his arms around you, causing some mayo to land on his cheek. Letting out a gasp, he grabbed the bottle of mayonnaise and squeezed some on to your face in retaliation.
The food was quickly forgotten as you and Toge went into a full fledged food fight, condiments and ingredients being thrown everywhere. By the end both of you laid on the floor exhausted from everything, wide smiles painted across your faces.
Toge shifted so that he was on top of you, capturing your lips with his own in a sweet kiss. You lifted your arms, wrapping them around him as he deepened the kiss.
Finally having to pull apart due to a lack of air, Toge collapsed down onto you.
“Salmon” Toge said softly. I love you.
“I love you too” You replied smiling softly. You really did love Toge, and Toge loved you.
Hickey Headcanons
How some of the JJK boys would react to you leaving a hickey
Warnings: None that I know of
Reader Gender not specified
Gojo Satoru:
- Yes
- Would wear them with pride
- Might even ask for more when they start to fade away
Nanami Kento:
- It’s fine as long as it’s under the collar of his shirt
- If not he doesn’t really like them
- Doesn’t think they look professional at work
Yuuji Itadori:
- Blushy. So very blushy when someone else points them out
- He likes them a little, not as much as Gojo
Megumi Fushiguro:
- Pretends he doesn’t like them
- He really really likes them
Toge Inumaki:
- Adores them
- No one ever sees them due to what he wears so it’s like a secret that he cherishes
- It’s like having a little mark of you everywhere he goes
Toji Fushiguro:
- He’s more likely to leave hickies on you than you are on him
- When you do he wouldn’t really care that much to be honest
- If he hickies you, he’ll make sure you can’t cover it
Geto Suguru:
- Once again probably more likely to hickey you
- Subtly shows it off but also uses it as a way to keep people away from you, he’s a bit possessive
Mahito:
- Lots of hickies for him
- He likes it
- The more pain you cause while making them the more he likes them
- Sadistic masochist
Aoi Todo:
- Would make it a competition to see who could get the most hickies on the other person
- He’d show off the ones you left on him, making the single people suffer
- I feel like he just gloats about you a lot in general
February 4 - Gojo Saturo - Kisses
Warnings: None
Reader gender not specified
Writers blockkkk 😭
Gojo Saturo was acting strangely today. Anyone could see that. Even Yuuji noticed it. Every time he went to ask Gojo sensei a question or ask for something he would magically disappear.
At first Yuuji thought maybe he was just avoiding him, so with a lot some convincing he sent Nobara to try to look for him, with no success.
After a few minutes of everyone looking found something shocking. Gojo and you, an amazing top five ranked jujutsu sorcerer, making out in the hallway against the wall.
Megumi was the first to find you two. Flustered, the spikey haired now tomato boy tried to quickly walk away, only to be pulled behind a potted plant where Yuuji was hiding watching the scene.
One by one the rest all four you and were consequently pulled behind the plant by Yuuji (I don’t think this poor sweet boy understands exactly how small this plant is compared to 5 people and a Panda)
You were pulling away from Gojo to take a breath, air is sadly necessary for humans to live, when you spotted something odd across the hallway. 5 people and panda, all squished against each other, attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Stopping Gojo from leaving, yet another, hickey on your neck you pointed out the people watching you.
“Uh, Gojo, honey, I think we have an audience” You said, pointing to the cluster of people.
Gojo let out a small sigh before calling out.
“We can see you, ya know~”
The cluster of children instantly froze all unclumping and coming stand apart, directly facing the two of you in almost awkward silence. Until Yuuji started talking.
“Gojo-sensei! How could you not tell us before that you know one of the best sorcerers in the world!”
“You didn’t even tell us and now you’re making out her?!” A completely annoyed Nobara yelled.
“What? I can’t kiss my spouse?” Gojo replied, holding up both of your left hands.
“YOUR SPOUSE!?” The bewildered students shouted out.
They started asking Gojo and you millions of questions and you wondered how people could possibly talk that fast. You originally were ordered here to defeat some particularly tough curses and decided now was as good a time as any to start.
“I’m sure Gojo will be happy to answer all your questions, but I have to go now” Leaving behind the children, and panda. As well as your husband, who was giving you a pleading look, not to leave him to the whims of the pushy students.
As you left, you heard a faint, ‘Can you get me her autograph?’ and you let out a small chuckle as you continued walking away.
You adored kisses with Gojo, but maybe not around the school again.
Your days were a blur of exhaustion. Between managing the new house and taking care of your son, the weight of it all pressed down on you. Suguru—your Suguru—wasn’t much help these days. He had been swallowed by work, disappearing into his office for hours on end. When he wasn’t working, he was on his phone, his face hidden behind that tired, distant expression.
"Not tonight," he mumbled when you knocked gently on his office door, your son crying softly in your arms. "I'm really busy, just... I'll come help later."
But he never did.
You sighed, rocking your son gently in the dim light of the living room, the weight of Suguru's absence hanging heavy in the air. You knew he loved you, but the distance between you was growing. It wasn’t intentional—he was busy. But still, you couldn’t shake the loneliness that had begun to settle in.
The mansion’s walls seemed to stretch on forever, wrapping you in an unnerving silence. It had been days since you and Suguru moved in, yet the house felt anything but homey. No matter how much you tried to settle in, the air always felt too heavy, too still, as if it were holding its breath.
Suguru didn’t seem to mind. He moved through the house with his usual composed grace, handling the boxes, making plans, his face betraying none of the unease gnawing at you. He was always distant, often consumed by his thoughts, and this house… it seemed to suit that part of him. But you—something about the mansion put you on edge.
The days blurred into nights, the strange feeling growing stronger, especially when the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows crept through the halls.
That night, after tossing and turning, you gave up on trying to sleep. Your throat was dry, the house too quiet. You slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb Suguru, whose even breaths filled the room.
As you wandered through the dimly lit hallway towards the kitchen, the air felt different—warmer, almost humid. You grabbed a glass and let the faucet run, the sound of water filling the silence. That’s when something caught your eye.
Across the room, behind an old cabinet you didn’t remember moving, was a door. Small and unassuming, with faint light spilling from the edges, as if the very frame of it was glowing.
Frowning, you set your glass down and stepped closer. You didn’t recall seeing a door there before, but then again, this house had a way of feeling different each time you walked through it. Still, this felt strange. Kneeling, you gently tugged at the handle, and the door creaked open, revealing a tunnel inside.
It wasn’t dark. Instead, the passage glowed with an otherworldly light—soft, shimmering, almost beckoning you. The walls were rounded and smooth, almost like they were alive, their surface glistening faintly under the glow. The tunnel seemed to stretch into the distance, bending around corners you couldn’t see past.
A part of you wanted to turn back, to close the door and forget you ever saw it. But another part of you—curious, drawn in by the strange glow—urged you forward. Crawling into the tunnel, you found the air inside warm, like the embrace of a blanket on a cold night.
You hesitated at first, glancing back over your shoulder. But the tunnel’s light seemed to pulse softly, inviting you to move forward. You couldn’t resist.
When you finally reached the other side, the sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.
You were in the kitchen… or at least, what looked like the kitchen. But it wasn’t the same. Everything was more vibrant, more alive. The countertops gleamed as if freshly cleaned, the walls a richer shade of color, the air filled with the soft warmth of a hearth. It was familiar, but... not.
“There you are, dear…”
The voice was familiar, too. You turned, your heart skipping a beat.
There, standing in the kitchen, was Suguru. He looked at you with that same calm expression you had grown so used to, but something about him felt different. Softer. More welcoming. The cold distance that usually lingered between you seemed to have melted away.
“I…” you murmured, your throat suddenly dry for an entirely different reason.
Suguru smiled, his face illuminated by the warm glow of the room. But there was something strange about the way the light hit his face— your gaze drifted to his eyes. And you froze.
Buttons.
His eyes were shiny, black buttons, polished to a glossy finish. They reflected the light in a way that made them gleam unnaturally, but they lacked the depth, the humanity, that you were so used to seeing in Suguru’s eyes.
Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm. He was still Suguru, wasn’t he? He looked like him, his voice was the same, but… those eyes.
Suguru stood in the center of the room, but something was profoundly different about him. His smile held a peculiar calmness that set you on edge.
You approached him cautiously. “Who are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
He extended a hand, the buttons on his eyes reflecting the soft light. “I’m your husband of course…” he said, his voice smooth.
You took a step back, instinctively creating distance between you and him. "What... who—what do you mean husband? You aren’t suguru! My suguru doesn’t have… b-b-b-" you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the uneasy tightness in your chest.
His chuckle was soft, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “B-Buttons? Do you like them?” he continued your sentence smoothly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m your other husband, silly” His tone was playful, but there was an eerie undertone that left your nerves prickling.
You stepped back again, feeling the surreal tension thick in the air. His button eyes stayed fixed on you, calm and unbothered, but there was something deeply unsettling about how unphased he was by your discomfort.
“Oh! right.. Come on, you came at the perfect time, i have a suprise for you.” he added, his voice tender, ignoring how wary you are of him.
Your heart raced as you struggled to process what you were seeing, standing in this version of your world that was somehow more vibrant but disturbingly off. Suguru— this Suguru—stood before you with the same gentle smile, but everything else about him screamed that this wasn't real. It was a performance, too perfect to be natural.
You hesitated, but curiosity and the allure of his warm demeanor drew you closer. He gently took your hand and led you out of the room. The warmth of Suguru’s hand led you outside, though something inside you still screamed to turn back. As you stepped into the garden, your breath caught in your throat once again. The landscape was breathtaking—too perfect. Flowers bloomed in radiant colors, their petals shimmering faintly in the twilight. The air was thick with the sound of gentle rustling leaves, and the sparkling water of a small pond reflected the faint glow of luminescent butterflies.
Everything here was like a dream—so beautiful it didn’t feel real.
Suguru stood beside you, his button eyes reflecting the twinkling light as he watched you silently. His presence was unnervingly calm, his hand never leaving yours as though he were tethering you to this place.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s... unreal,” you murmured, eyes lingering on the glowing butterflies, their wings catching the soft light like iridescent glass.
“It’s not unreal, love. It’s exactly as it should be,” Suguru replied smoothly, his voice quiet yet carrying a weight that made you want to listen. His eyes were only on you, even as you stared at the beauty around you, trying to make sense of the perfection before you.
Your gaze fell to the fish swimming in the pond, their silvery bodies gleaming as they moved in perfect harmony. But when you leaned in closer, your heart skipped a beat—each of them had small, glossy button eyes. The butterflies, too. The animals, the plants—everything in this world was perfect, but not without that eerie detail.
You shuddered. “The buttons… Everything here has buttons,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly. The unsettling feeling returned, making the beauty around you feel more like a trap.
Suguru’s grip tightened ever so slightly, grounding you. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his voice low, like a soft lullaby. “The buttons are just a part of this world. But you—you belong here. With me.”
You glanced up at him, feeling his gaze heavy on your skin. “Belong?” you echoed, confused and wary. The perfection of the place was starting to wear on you, making you feel out of place—as though you were the only thing that didn’t fit in this strange world.
Suguru stepped closer, his breath soft against your ear. “Yes. Here, where there are no distractions. No worries. Only us. Wouldn’t that be better? To be in a place where nothing can hurt you, where you’re never alone?”
His words dripped like honey, each syllable wrapping itself around your thoughts. It was hard to ignore the way his voice seemed to promise you everything you had ever wanted—peace, ease, belonging.
You hesitated, torn between the growing fear inside you and the pull of his soothing words. “But… what about everything else? My life, my... home?”
“Why worry about that?” he asked, brushing a hand against your arm. His lips hovered just above your skin, barely grazing the sensitive flesh of your shoulder. A shiver ran through you, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind screamed for caution. “Everything here is for you. Look around.”
His lips trailed down your arm, slow and deliberate, barely touching but enough to make your pulse quicken. “The garden, the peace... isn’t this what you’ve wanted?”
The butterflies fluttered around your head, their glowing wings casting soft light over you. You found yourself staring at the pond again, the water so clear, so impossibly pure. It was inviting, almost calling you toward it, as though it held a secret, sparkling promise beneath its surface.
“It’s beautiful,” you admitted softly, feeling the words slip from your mouth before you could stop them. The beauty of the place was undeniable, but it was so foreign, so otherworldly that it made you uneasy. And yet...
Suguru’s hand slid down your waist, his lips brushing the back of your hand in a featherlight kiss. “You deserve beauty, love,” he whispered against your skin, his voice soft and persuasive. “And there’s so much more for you here. Come back tomorrow, and you’ll see.”
You hesitated, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Tomorrow?” you asked, your voice uncertain.
Suguru’s button eyes stayed fixed on you, unwavering, as if he could see the conflict brewing inside you. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’ll be here waiting for you. Everything will be waiting. You’ll see how much better it is when you’re not fighting against it.”
His words felt like a lure, pulling you in. A part of you knew it was wrong—knew that this world, this Suguru, was not what it seemed. And yet, his presence was so calm, so inviting, it was hard to fight the drowsy pull of his voice.
You glanced around the garden again. The sparkling water, the glowing butterflies, the strange yet beautiful perfection of it all—it was enough to make you forget, just for a moment, the cold reality you had left behind.
“I… don’t know,” you muttered, feeling a wave of exhaustion suddenly settle over you. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your body started to sway slightly, the warmth of the garden lulling you into a strange, almost dreamlike state.
Suguru’s hand slid up to rest gently on the small of your back, steadying you as your body seemed to sink into the moment. “There’s no rush,” he said softly. “You’ll see, love. You’ll come back. And when you do, everything will be just as perfect as you’ve always wanted.”
His lips grazed the side of your face, the gesture as much a promise as it was a kiss. You felt yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your mind’s desperate urge to pull away.
Before you could protest, he was guiding you back toward the house, his arm around your waist, his touch light but firm. The house seemed warmer, more welcoming as you stepped inside, and as he led you to the bedroom, the exhaustion from earlier became overwhelming.
The room looked different—so much softer, filled with warmth and color. The bed practically glowed with inviting softness. Suguru stood by the door, watching you with those unnerving button eyes as you climbed into bed, your body too tired to resist.
“Good night,” he whispered, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes closed, the exhaustion pulling you under like a heavy blanket.
____
You awoke with a jolt, gasping as you found yourself lying in the cold, bare room. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a harsh contrast. Your heart was still racing, your skin still tingling with the memory of Suguru’s- other Suguru’s touch.
But it had all been a dream... hadn’t it?
——
You looked over at the small door in the corner of the room, where the bricks stood in place, as solid as ever. Yet, despite the barriers, the memory of the garden and Suguru’s soft voice tugged at you.
For a moment, you just sat there, staring at the door, a strange ache of loneliness settling into your chest. The loneliness you had felt before seemed even more pronounced. The memory of the surreal, perfect world lingered in your mind, leaving you with a mix of longing.
“Bye, i gotta go..” suguru said, leaving the house without even a kiss for his beloved nor his child.
With a heavy sigh, you turned your gaze away from the door he just slammed, the image of the other Suguru etched deeply in your thoughts.
Me, entering yet another fandom and being bombarded by yet another oc/fic idea that will never see the light of day:
Stayed up all last night making this. It turned out surprisingly well!
honestly I feel like geto would make you ask for everything.it wasn't like he didn't know what you wanted. no. he just loved to hear those dirty desires come out of your mouth. not only that, he loved to watch you struggle to tell him what you wanted too. you would be so embarrassed just thinking of asking him to slide his girthy cock in you, it made you feel so dirty and lewd. and it was all just sheer enjoyment for geto. just hearing your sweet innocent voice asking him, "p-please suguru, need you so badly, slide your cock in me..." and if you satisfied him enough, you would get what you wanted, and so much more.
[one chance geto pleasee]
-ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ?
•ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ•
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚” 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩
You and Nanami don’t think this relationship works for both of you. The petty arguments, coming home late “because of extra work,” just weren’t cutting it. Spitting up was the last unwanted truth, you guys both concluded. Some months later, you guys meet up at the courthouse coincidentally at the same time. You were going to come a little later, but you had a sweet trick up your sleeve. You are in a wine-red dress that flows to your thighs, with your dark hair down to your chest but slowly brushing against your face. You wanted to get the last bite. You were all dolled up for the most stressful moment in your life. While standing, behold him face to face; he was taking you in. His eyes are teasing himself just by observing you, knowing he can’t touch you. It’s been months. He looks you in the eyes briefly but slightly flustered, so he holds his stance. The words he wanted to express were in his mind, but all that came out was a trim groan. He knew you were petty like this, but he didn’t know what power you had, too. You gave him a sweet and delicate smirk and walked to the door, making not just the dress blow in his face but that sensual perfume you “accidentally” put on today. You were about to open the courthouse door, but he swiftly caught up and opened it. It was like a reflex, a contraction. He couldn’t disrespect you after you had put on that show for him. Realizing what he just did, he moved his head and eyes to the side but still opened the door widely for you.
Was he going to regret this?
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 😭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧
Drew Satoru Gojo during history today instead of doing my work :D