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Coworker!Nanami who you happened to smile at on his first day working at the company; and spent as many hours thinking about that smile as he did trying to capture its radiance in sketches upon sketches until his hands stained with charcoal.

Coworker!Nanami who always watched from afar, admired from afar. Believing himself not worthy to talk to someone that lit up the room the way you did, after all, shadows live behind the sun.

Coworker!Nanami who pinches himself a good few times the first time you come up and chatter away about some document. Sure, it’s about work– but the man goes home and pens nearly five ridiculous sonnets about the entire thing. 

Coworker!Nanami who almost faints when you give him the time of day thereafter. Not that anyone would be able to see, of course, his poker face was almost perfect. Almost - all except for the bright pink blush on the tips of his ears, and the way his hands trembled whenever they brushed yours. 

Coworker!Nanami who spends exactly three hours talking himself up in the mirror one day to ask you out. Only to stumble over his own two feet the very day and end up popping the question, not just any question - the question. Will you marry me?

Coworker!Nanami who wishes the world would swallow him up right then and there. That is, until you giggle and nod about becoming his “work wife” if he takes you out to dinner first.

Coworker!Nanami who has no idea that you’d one day take out the “work” in “work wife”, and yet writes about it in his secret diary, anyway - fresh home from your first date, and lip-stick covered.

whining about how his cock is too big and it's stretching your pussy when he leans in and goes "You're gonna thank me for stretching you out when it's time to push my brat out."

scripted fate

Pairing: Yandere!CEO x Yandere!Reader

Description: Every move led you to Cassian Veltre—but his smirk said it all. You weren’t the only one pulling the strings.

Warning/s: yandere behavior | obsession | stalking | manipulation | gaslighting | possessiveness | non-consensual touching (mild) | power imbalance | psychological control | dubious morality | unhealthy relationships | toxic dynamics

Note: Random one before heading to bed. Enjoy!

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The first time you met him, it was orchestrated down to the second. The coffee shop was crowded, your friends chattering about mundane things as you calculated the perfect angle, the perfect timing. When you stood up, your shoulder brushed against his, and the steaming coffee in his hand tilted—just enough to spill onto his crisp white shirt.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" you gasped, reaching for your handkerchief before he could react.

His brows knitted in irritation, lips parting as if to reprimand you, but you were already pressing the soft cloth against his chest, dabbing away the stain with delicate, practiced strokes. Your fingers lingered longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the fabric. Your heartbeat quickened—not out of guilt, but from the thrill of touching him so intimately within minutes of meeting.

He exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. "It's fine."

But you didn't stop, not yet. "Please, let me make it up to you," you insisted, tilting your head just right, voice honeyed with remorse and something else—something darker. "I can buy you another coffee?"

He studied you then, his annoyance melting into something more calculative. A smirk ghosted over his lips. "That won’t be necessary." He took your handkerchief from your grasp, fingers grazing yours as he folded it neatly. "But I’ll hold onto this. A little collateral, in case you owe me later."

Oh, he was good.

You returned to your table, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the thrill of setting things into motion. Your friend Lucas raised an eyebrow, sipping his iced coffee. "That was… convenient."

"What was?" you asked innocently, stirring your drink.

"Come on," Lucas scoffed. "You’re usually so careful. And you just happened to spill coffee on one of the most well-dressed men in this place?" He smirked, leaning back. "Was he your type or something?"

You shrugged, feigning indifference. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Your other friend, Mia, giggled. "Well, he was ridiculously handsome. And rich, judging by that watch. I mean, if you’re going to bump into someone, might as well be a catch."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "You do realize he was totally onto you, right? He took your handkerchief like he’s keeping a receipt."

Your lips curled slightly. "Good."

The second time, you hadn’t expected to see him so soon, but you'd hoped. Your friend—a harmless pawn—had invited you to dinner at a high-end restaurant, and you'd chosen a table strategically. Back-to-back with him, close enough that you could hear the soft murmur of his voice. Close enough that he could hear yours.

And so, you spoke just a little louder than usual, laughing at your friend’s jokes, letting your voice drip with sweetness as you addressed Lucas by name. It worked. Halfway through your meal, you felt the weight of his gaze. When you turned your head slightly, you caught the way his fingers tapped against his glass, how his eyes darkened when he noticed the man across from you.

He hadn’t planned on running into you tonight. But now that you were here, now that you were seated so casually with another man, he found himself amused.

And irritated.

Lucas leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You know he’s listening, right? He hasn’t touched his food since we sat down."

You feigned surprise. "Who?"

"The guy from the café. The one you so conveniently ‘bumped into.’" Lucas’s eyes flicked toward the table behind you. "He keeps glancing this way."

You twirled your wine glass between your fingers, suppressing a smile. "Does that bother you?"

Lucas scoffed. "I just don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Feels… possessive. Like he already knows something the rest of us don’t."

Interesting.

His phone buzzed, a reminder of an impending meeting, but he dismissed it. Instead, he swirled the wine in his glass, contemplating. He had wanted to take his time, let things unfold naturally, but seeing you so soon—so radiant, so close yet untouchable—he realized he wanted more control.

So he arranged it. The perfect excuse to bring you into his world, to bind you to him without raising suspicion.

The job posting appeared three days later, an opening for a personal assistant to the CEO. Not a secretary. Not an assistant manager. A position that would place you right next to him at all times.

And, as he'd expected, you applied.

The moment you stepped into his office, he leaned back in his chair, watching you with open amusement. "Imagine my surprise when I saw your name among the applicants."

You feigned innocence, your smile demure. "It’s a wonderful opportunity, Mr. Veltre."

Cassian Veltre.

His lips twitched. "Is it?" He gestured for you to sit, his gaze never leaving yours. "You seem… overqualified for the position."

"And yet, you're interviewing me."

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. "I suppose I am. Tell me, what made you apply?"

You folded your hands neatly on your lap, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. "I've always admired this company. I think working under someone as accomplished as you would be an invaluable experience."

He hummed, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Flattery? So soon? You’re not even hired yet."

You tilted your head, feigning surprise. "Flattery? I thought I was simply stating a fact."

His expression darkened, intrigued. "I see. And tell me… would you be willing to dedicate yourself fully to this job? It’s demanding. Requires constant presence. Close proximity."

You leaned forward slightly, mirroring his intensity. "I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready for that."

His grip on control tightened, his heartbeat a fraction faster.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

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Can you draw my beefy husband Nanami some time? 🤪

you speak directly to my heart anon

yes i miss his curls but oh my gosh this buzz is hitting different, so excited for grown out buzz😖hamzah save me pls.

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✎ kyoto: the onsen incident

- gojo satoru x reader

it's your first trip as a married couple and you should be excited—until a shameless woman makes a move on your husband!

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—fluff, crack, a whole bunch of smut!

note it's summer and gojo wearing yukata is just... ahem credit header goes to @/mothald_ in twitter!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Satoru, don’t—ah— stop feeling me up!”

Kyoto, three months after your wedding and honeymoon. You and your husband were, specifically, in a changing room of a kimono shop, having just acquired your brand new crimson yukata for the trip.

Satoru's eyes roved over you from head to toe, grinning as you squirmed in his hold.

The way your hair was tied up, the fabric perfectly wrapping around your body, the golden obi, the vibrant flowers— all the while, his hands caressing your curves and spine, noting the softness of your body.

"Why? My new wife is a stunning Kyoto beauty, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?"

You huffed, blowing your bangs. "There's time and place for—"

"Ah, in other words, tonight~"

Truthfully, your face was warm and this close to catching fire. After all, it feels good to be desired by your own husband, doesn't it? Especially when he doesn't look bad either.

The light blue yukata he wore was a perfect fit on him. And how his toned chest peeks through that thin fabric—

Satoru suddenly declared, his bright eyes twinkling in excitement, "Just so you wait, I'll peel this thing off you, and then I'll eat you so good—"

"Satoru, shush! Let's get out of here first!"

And this was how you kicked off your mini getaway to Kyoto. Little did you know, you were in for a surprise in this summer vacation . . .

The onsen was your main objective for this trip, and you were quite looking forward to soaking in the hot spring to melt all your fatigue away after walking all around Kyoto with yukata.

"Welcome!" The proprietress of the inn where you booked the stay was an middle-aged woman, and she looked ecstatic the moment both of you entered the inn. "What's your reservation name?"

Satoru offered her a placid smile. "Gojo. For three days and two nights."

You noticed how she eyed your husband with some kind of wonder in her eyes—and truly, it kind of bugged you—but you brushed it off.

"Your eyes are so pretty, sir," the woman commented, a curious smile on her face.

Satoru bobbed his head nonchalantly. "Oh, many told me that. Yeah, I have good eyes."

"If you have kids later on, how beautiful they will be if they have your eyes! If they're my children, oh how I would treasure them!"

??? You were filled with so many question marks. Okay, maybe she wasn't being suggestive. She was just... friendly.

But then...

"Here is the room number..." it was so clear how the proprietress brushed her hand deliberately against Satoru's as she handed him the keys. You blinked a few times to discern the reality, and at the same time, as if she just realized you were there, she turned to you afterwards.

You could've sworn she was assessing you before exclaiming, "Oh, what a lovely lady! Your sister is so pretty, sir!"

Sister? You almost gaped when she addressed you so jovially and expectantly, and for five good seconds, your mind whirred in confusion:

In what world would anyone mistake you and Satoru for siblings???

But on the contrary, beside you, Satoru burst out laughing. "Oh, that's quite funny, madam! You're wrong though, she is my wife."

"Ah, really? You're married?" the woman's smile fell in that instant. "That's a shame..."

A shame?!

Okay, now you were sure you weren't just imagining it!

. . .

"She is— She is a weirdo!"

You were fuming as soon as you reached your room. Arms crossed, with a deep frown and pursed lips, you positively looked like you were ready to throttle the proprietress.

Satoru chuckled, sitting you down on the tatami floor, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Yeah? Who is the weirdo again, sweets?"

"That woman!" you fiery replied, turning to him with a click of your tongue. "Does she have zero shame? She's so transparent!"

"Hmm? About what?"

"You! She likes you!" you pointed out in a raised voice, poking his chest with one righteous index finger.

At that moment, seeing how worked up you were, Satoru thought it was the cutest sight of the day. You were pouting so hard, and in response, he let out such a hearty guffaw that made you frown even deeper.

"Oh, I know, you're so enjoying this, aren't you..." you accused with a clipped tone. You were kind of annoyed and you weren't above being cross. "So be it then, go find that auntie—"

But before you could finish, the next thing you knew, your vision tilted—

And suddenly your back was against the cool floor, and above you was the light and Satoru's prideful smirk, both his legs straddling you.

You were so taken aback that you were at a loss of words, and all thoughts regarding the nosy proprietress vanished when you gazed back at his sparkling blue eyes.

"So what? I like my wifey though?" he innocently replied, mischief dancing on his lips. "Anyway, enough of that. Didn't you promise me that I can eat you tonight?"

"I..." you blinked dumbly, feeling heat quickly take over your face. He winked, clearly enjoying the sight of his prey caught.

"Yeah, clearly time for my dinner."

His hand slipped inside your kimono then, capturing your right breast, and squeezed it. You let out a choked gasp at the contact.

"Look, this is what I like the best..." Satoru drawled, lust darkening his eyes as he flicked your nipple with the pad of his thumb, making you writhe under him. His groin warmed at the sight. "Now let's make you feel good..."

His other hand deftly made a work of your yukata—untying the obi, slipping inside to fondle your other breast. Soon, the fabric slid off, exposing your bare skin.

"Ah..." you moaned as his lips latched on your neck next, sucking hard enough so he could leave his mark on you. Both his sinful hands were still doing that thing to your nipples in continuous loop—squeezing, flicking, pinching—and those erotic actions gave you goosebumps.

Satoru darkly chuckled, admiring his hickey as soon as it formed on your skin. "Pretty little thing, my wife is... Worrying her pretty head over some hag while I'm so ready gobble her."

After that, you didn't really register his rambles. You got so wet by all his ministrations, and after pecking your lips and littering your nape with marks several times, he moved downwards to fulfill his goal throughout the day— eating you out.

"Ah, oh, ah..." you arched your back against the cool floor, gasping for air. His tongue lapped at your folds so messily, causing you to wrap both legs around his shoulder and tug at his hair with your hand, urging him to satisfy you further.

Soon, the knot in your stomach undid itself and you shuddered all while crying out, feeling your lower belly contracting as you finally reached orgasm.

"Mm, mwah." Your husband planted a kiss on your inner thigh with that wanton gleam in his eyes, lips immediately curling in satisfaction. "Feel good now, wife?"

"Satoru— you..." you collapsed back to the tatami floor like a fish out of water, legs still spread wide. You were seeing stars, your chest heaving to get air into your lungs.

He then came to your face to smooch you on the lips, placing one hand under your knees and the other behind your back to lift you up, snickering. "What a mess..."

Satoru moved you to the futon, covering you with the blanket when the air conditioner made you shiver. He fondly patted your hair. "Let's have a bath after this, yeah?"

"Not fair..." you mumbled, eyes glassy as you tried to catch your breath. He still looked neat even after indulging in such a sin with you.

"What is, hmm?"

"You're not naked..."

"Oh, you want round two now?" Satoru broke into a giddy grin. "Well, that's easily remedied." He was so in if you wished it, and brought you to a sitting position gently, before opening his arms wide. "Feel free to undress me."

You were cold, so you leapt into his lap, seeking his warmth. He immediately held you in place, placing one hand on your bare back and another on your waist.

Your eyes drifted from his heavenly aquamarine orbs, to his spotless neck—you made a mental note to leave a hickey there later—and finally to his body wrapped by the light blue yukata. He had looked delectable all day wearing it.

Your husband looked good in anything due to his impeccable build, but there was something about him in this traditional get up that was just... domestic. As if he was made for it.

"Well? Like what you see?" Satoru looked down at you, gulping and feeling his heart thump a mile per second as you just sat there on him, appraising his body. He knew he had nothing to be nervous about—after all, his body was flawless—but still, your gaze managed to unravel him.

You didn't answer, and he should've known, because whenever you were in the lust zone... your actions could speak for themselves.

Your hand sneaked inside the robe and touched his bare skin— and all of a sudden, Satoru flinched and sucked in a breath because, what? Why did your touch feel... hot on his skin?

"Mine..." you muttered under your breath, yanking his yukata open roughly, the fabric slipping off his upper half without even undoing his obi. It startled him.

But then you whispered seductively, as you draped an arm over his nape, holding his gaze with that willful smile. "You're my husband, so... you're mine."

The sight of you and your bare body, so preciously looking up at him with such greed and lust made him hard already. Your fingers proceeded to roam all over his body... from his jaw, shoulder blades, his toned abs— and Satoru let out a husky groan.

It was barely the beginning and he was turned on this much already?

And he realized then, that this night promised to be full of wonders if so.

"You know what, wife? I'll be damned."

Epilogue

The two of you could finally enjoy the open-air onsen two hours afterwards, and it was nearing midnight.

"It feels so good," you sighed in pure contentment, leaning into Satoru's chest as he hugged you from behind in the big bath. "I want to stay here forever..."

Satoru puckered his lips, squeezing your waist. "Which feels better, the bath or me inside you?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm tired. Please stop with your innuendos."

"Boo. You were hungry for me just a few minutes ago, and now you're back to this ice lady—"

Knock! Knock!

In the midst of your banter, suddenly the door to your room pounded loudly, startling you both. Instinctively, you grabbed onto Satoru's arm, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze in return.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Sir!" the proprietress' voice could be heard beyond the door and both of you went lax that instant. "Sorry to disturb you this late... I'm just making sure, I think this room's air conditioner is leaking. Can I do a check?"

Last you saw, nothing was wrong at all with the AC. You were baffled, and then it came back to you that this was the woman who was giving heart eyes to your husband.

"I swear, I think we have to move inns," Satoru grumbled, catching the proprietress' ruse. "She isn't right in the head."

"You only realized it now?" you shot him an unamused look.

"Everything's fine here, ma'am!" Satoru directed his voice at the door. "My wife and I are not properly dressed!"

You hissed, "Satoru!"

"Can I just do a re-check? Just for a moment before it turns into a customer incident—"

Satoru was now really pissed, and his voice boomed across the open-air baths:

"There's nothing wrong! If you so much put one foot inside here... I'll show you and every guest here the real incident!"

screaming, crying, violently sweating, ripping my hair out

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

"Render this in your style challenge " coloured by me, lineart( and host) : @/mikeyartbook on Instagram

tags: fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, cheesy proposal.

nanami knows he wants to marry you, but he’s always busy with work that he can never find the time to ask you properly to be his wife. it’s not until one night when you’re watching your little show on the tv in the living room and your boyfriend is sat on the couch, right by your feet with this big and confusing puzzle on the coffee table. you don’t pay much attention to it, very focused on finding out who is the killer in the episode of this season—until kento gently taps your leg.

“baby, have you seen a piece of my puzzle?”

you bring your arms out of the blanket you’re wrapped in to pause your episode and sit up on the couch.

“you lost a piece?”

“it must’ve fell—sorry my love, you must’ve been so focused on your show,” his rough hand gently rubs at your calf and you wave him off before removing your baby blue blanket.

“pshh, don’t be ridiculous baby,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your lips. “lemme help you find it.”

you fail to notice that nanami is barely making any effort to locate the missing piece, too busy craning your neck to look under the couch and when you finally find the puzzle piece, you show it to your boyfriend excitedly.

“there it is! I found it—“ as you inspect the piece, you find the word “you” written on the back, and kento nanami holding a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger, hand shaky as he stares down at you so lovingly.

“wha–kento?“

“when we first met, something in my life just changed. I didn’t know what it was at the time, maybe I was too scared to admit it—that you make me feel safe, loved. that you give me a purpose, a reason to be alive and to keep going. I was too scared that you,” he grabs your left hand and kisses the back of it. “were what my heart, my life was missing all along. my love, will you give me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

and when you look at the sticky note sitting above the puzzle it says “my heart” and you were holding a piece of it. the missing piece.

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