They Think Your Cheating

Not sure if I’m doing this right, but here’s my request for your Valentine’s Day event! I read your previous ones and they’re so great 😍

Can I please request the “smiling into a kiss” for Nanami, adding that Gojou and Yuuji/the other kids walk in and sees?

Female reader please 🥰

Thanks for requesting! 😊💕 I hope you enjoy!

Note: Some suggestive comments and memories.

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Nanami + “smiling into a kiss” + others walk in

When you see Nanami’s text, you wave at Gojo to get his attention. He’s currently holding court on a nearby couch, bragging to the first years about how much chocolate he receives each year on Valentine’s Day. Only Yuuji seems to be paying attention, while Nobara scrolls on her phone and Megumi looks painfully bored.

“I need to step out for a minute. Feel free to start the lesson without me.”

Gojo lazily shoos you away. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your kiddos out of trouble.”

The “kiddos” in question, the Jujutsu Tech second years, turn in eerie unison to give him a collectively-disparaging look.

“Oi,” Maki grumbles. “Are you actually going to teach today, or just talk about your imaginary girlfriends?”

You miss Gojo’s affronted response as you slip outside and find Nanami waiting for you on the front steps, a carefully-wrapped bento box in his hand.

“You forgot your lunch this morning,” he chides, but his words are soft.

“I can’t feel too bad,” you say, offering him a bright smile, “because now I get to see you. Working late today?”

“Not if I can help it.” His voice is serious as he readjusts his glasses. “I’ve made very important plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Nanami’s free hand tenses at his side, resisting the urge to touch you. He generally avoids public displays of affection, even now, after you’ve managed to somewhat weaken his resolve over these past six months. Private ones, however, are an entirely different story...

“You said you didn’t want to go out for Valentine’s Day. So, we’ll cook dinner together at my place. I’ll buy groceries on the way home. We can listen to some music —”

“Your smooth jazz playlist?” you tease.

“— open a bottle of wine...” He keeps talking, ignoring your jest with a wry smile. “You could probably use a back massage.”

You sigh happily at the prospect of his deft hands kneading the tension from your muscles. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing.” He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And after that...”

You know that look in his eyes. It reminds you of things you definitely should not be thinking about during the workday.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” you murmur. “Wake up late...”

“You’re terrible.”

“For suggesting that we relax?”

Nanami looks mildly exasperated. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I know, I know... I’m a foul temptress.”

“Among other things.”

You laugh. “But don’t lie to me, Nanami Kento. I know you were thinking the same thing.”

He reaches out, fingers sweeping across your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw down to your mouth. “I used to have rules, you know.”

“Don’t worry. You still do.” You tilt your head down just enough for your lips to brush against his fingertips. “You just bend them a little more these days.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, grasping your chin before kissing you. It’s soft and tender, a hint of more to come later this evening.

“Senseeeei, we need your — WHOA!”

Nanami flinches at the sound of Yuuji’s voice and quickly pulls away. The look on his face is a priceless combination of shock, embarrassment, and annoyance, and you try — and fail — to hold back a laugh.

When you turn around, you see that Yuuji, Nobara, and Gojo are crowding around one another in the doorway. While Yuuji looks astounded, Nobara looks smug, and Gojo is clapping his hands together.

“Do it again!” he cheers, and you can feel Nanami bristling behind you.

Nobara vanishes, shouting, “Panda! You owe me 1,000 yen!”

And Yuuji, having shaken off the initial surprise, looks back and forth between you and Nanami with a wide, bright smile. “I didn’t know you were together! So cute! Nanamin has a girlfriend!”

But then his expression abruptly shifts to one of fear, and Gojo grabs his shoulders, pulling him back toward safety. “We’ll just... leave you two lovebirds alone! Nothing to see here...” 

You wonder just how terrifying Nanami looks, looming behind you. But by the time you turn around, he merely looks tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long sigh.

“Has your reputation been ruined?”

He shakes his head. “This is why —”

“— you keep your work and personal life separate, I know. It makes sense.” You take the bento box from him, allowing your fingers to slide over his in a small, comforting gesture.

“That being said,” he continues, gazing at you fondly, “I’d be lying if I said I completely regretted it. What have you done to me?”

“Stolen your heart. No big deal.” You wink at him, inspiring a huff of laughter in response.

“You’re impossible.”

And you know he means it in the best way — that you’re the one thing in his life he never could have expected, an impossible wish that somehow came true, taking him by complete surprise.

When he first explained it to you, the two of you were tangled in your bedsheets, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, your fingers threaded through his soft hair, which smelled like your shampoo. It was so late it was early, and his lips had been loosened by exhaustion and contentment, mumbling pure poetry into your ear as sleep slowly overtook you.

Now, you reach out and squeeze his hand. “I love you, too, Kento.”

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LEE KNOW ✧ 自神 (스스로 ‘자’, 귀신 ‘신’) ending fairy

i have a sort of fluffy idea, hopefully it translates right, how about some married au with iwaizumi? him and his s/o bicker sometimes and so on an outing with the other third years one day him and his s/o are bickering. how they react is up to you? thank u!!!

this CUTE i love husband iwa 

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There was just something in the air. 

It was thick. And tense. And your friends, who sat across the table from you and your husband, had no clue what to do about it. 

However, you and Iwaizumi had yet to notice something was wrong. Maybe it was because you two were the cause of the tension. 

Hajime was more than excited to have a night out, eat a good meal, and drink as much alcohol as he wanted while he caught up with two friends. 

You, however, just couldn’t let him do that. 

“I don’t know if whiskey is a good idea, Hajime,” you warned him after Mattsukawa and Hanamaki had offered a round.  

“Why not?” he asked with a sigh, not even bothering to look up at you from the menu. 

“I’d rather not have to carry you home,” you told him. “Plus, it’s your turn to play designated driver - I heard they have good margaritas here.” 

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, but you paid no mind to it. Instead you looked up to the boys on the other side of the table; they had quite the long faces. 

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your first round!” 

After you told them that, their spirits were raised high. Until your and Iwa’s next conversation. 

“You’re not going to like that,” Hajime grumbled, in reference to what you had decided to order. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I know you. And I know you’re pickier than you admit.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Whatever, but I’m not trading with you when you don’t like it. You’ll be hungry later.” 

Your friends were… confused. Admittedly, all of you had been quite busy lately - you hadn’t seen each other in around 6 months. And neither of them remembered you two bickering this much. It made both of them feel awkward, because it didn’t seem like you or Iwa were happy to be together. 

When the food finally came around and you tried your meal, you desperately wanted to avoid admitting defeat - but it was no use. 

“You don’t like it, do you?” 

When you didn’t reply, Iwa picked up your plate and scooted his own over to you. 

“Iwa -” 

“Just shut up and eat,” he told you, his tone demanding and stern. You did what he told you to do - you’d be crazy not to. Even Hanamaki and Mattsun were encouraged to just shut up and eat their food - and down their drink. 

By then, the two were growing just as curious as they were concerned. They’d be really bummed if their two best friends decided to get a divorce - Hanamaki was determined to force you two into marriage counseling, if that’s what it came to. 

While you two were bickering again, over why you should’ve been the one to choose dessert rather than Hajime, Mattsun and Hanamaki shared a long, knowing look with each other. It was like they were trying to convince the other to ask the question they both wanted an answer to. 

Matsukawa would be the one to speak up. 

“I’m just saying, the brownie would have been better -” 

“Are you two okay?” 

At almost the same exact time, you and Iwa turned to face the duo and said, “What?” 

Mattsun looked over to Hanamaki, as if to tell him it was his turn to speak - so he did. 

“It’s just… you guys seem to be… arguing a lot more than usual.” 

“I dunno what you mean,” you said. 

“Do you think we’ve been arguing?” Iwa asked you. 

“No? What do we even have to argue over?” 

Hajime shrugged, and your answer only stressed your friends out even more. Mattsun was about to speak again, but the waitress with dessert interrupted him. 

The slice of cake she sat in front of you only made you look at your husband and pout. “I don’t even want it.” 

“More for me,” Iwa said, pulling the plate over to him, and you whined loudly. 

“You really do suck.” 

“This is what we’re talking about!” Matsukawa exclaimed - maybe a bit too loudly for a restaurant. 

He didn’t understand how you two didn’t see it. You both seemed so uptight with each other - you weren’t agreeing on anything, you couldn’t finish a conversation without one of you rolling your eyes. You didn’t seem okay. 

“What do you mean?” Iwa asks with a mouth full of cake, and both Makki and Matsukawa groan - it wasn’t even worth talking about. 

It didn’t matter, because Hajime was already looking away from them and over to you. “I see you eyeing my cake.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Try it,” he tells you, holding his fork with a bite of cake in front of your face. 

You don’t need him to tell you to eat cake twice - you happily ate it, and you can’t even try to pretend that you disliked it. 

Iwa wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before saying, “you can finish it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

When he was gone you dug into the cake, and Mattsun wanted to take the chance to figure out how you really felt. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” 

“You guys aren’t going through anything, are you?” 

“Mmm… nope.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning on the table to get closer to you. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Be honest.” 

You were too busy eating the cake to really get into the conversation, but your friend’s serious tone threw you off. It was rare that he sounded so somber and genuine. 

“I… don’t know what I should say,” you said. “Me and Hajime are just like we’ve always been.” 

Honestly, Mattsun didn’t know if he could feel okay with that answer. He still felt like you were hiding something, like you two weren’t doing as well as you were trying to play off. He had no proof of that, after all. 

But he didn’t have the chance to press any further, because that’s when Iwaizumi came back. 

“I told you to finish it,” he said to you, referring to the cake. 

“I saved the last bite for you!” 

Iwaizumi smiled, for the first time that night that Mattsun and Hanamaki had seen. He let you feed him the final bite of the cake, his smile only widening. 

“So sweet,” he said. 

“Duh, it’s cake.” 

“I’m talking about you, idiot.” 

You laughed at him as his hand comfortably came to rest in your lap, cradling your thigh. You put your hand on his leg as well, squeezing it lovingly. 

“Have you guys had enough whiskey?” you ask. 

“I haven’t,” Iwa chimes in, and you chuckle. 

“We’re… probably good.” 

“Unless Iwaizumi wants to buy us another round!” 

“Ooh, if you’re buying, I’ll take one,” you said to your husband, and he scoffed as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“You’ve had two too many margaritas,” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. “We should probably get home before you convince me to let you order more than you need.” 

“He’s no fun, is he?” you ask your friends, who both shake their heads. 

It’s as if the tension from before had completely faded away. Maybe they were reading things wrong - maybe they had just spent too long away from you two, and didn’t get the chance to see how your relationship had blossomed into this. 

But it was obvious that even if you might’ve been out of the honeymoon stage by now, and even if you bickered over everything without even realizing it, you were still in love - and that’s all your friends wanted for you two.

proud of what i just made

reactions to felix’s abs

father and son

Making a sex tape with the Dekusquad

— Note: made them more dominant than usual because I got a lot of requests for more dom!boys

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it’d take a lot of convincing to get him to try it

when he does agree, it’d have to be a position that doesn’t show either of your faces to protect both of your identities

will tease and degrade you the entire time

“You’re such a slut, princess. You like getting filmed while I fuck you? Yeah, you do.”

he honestly loves the feeling of being filmed but he’d never admit it

it would definitely be a POV video

him fucking you from behind, camera focused on his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy at an animalistic pace

he’ll slap your ass and make you say the most lewd and embarrassing things

“Say it! Tell me how much you love daddy’s cock, you want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Then say it, slut.”

definitely bites his lips and tries to keep his voice down to be able to hear your cute moans and whines

he’s the type to watch the video afterwards and see what he can improve on, definitely gets hard watching the video

10/10 experience, it won’t happen often but he would be open to trying it again

will be a blushing mess when you ask him to try it out, he’s not opposed to the idea though

probably does research, he just wants to know what to do and where to start

sets up the camera with a tripod or stand, it’d be like one of those amateur videos

wants to focus on your pleasure, he’ll eat you out and kiss and worship your body

then he starts off with soft touches, slowly fucking you, kissing down your neck and lightly groping your ass and tits

“Does that feel good, puppy? Just like that, you like it, don’t you? You’re so naughty.”

hearing your moans and how riled up you are for him makes him a lot rougher and bolder

“Fuck! You’re clamping down on me so much, puppy. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you? My naughty girl.”

starts choking you, pulling on your hair and teasing you

“Look at the camera, baby. I want to make sure we see all those slutty expressions you’re making.”

near the end, you’ve already been fucked dumb and he’s lost control of his moans, he’s honestly as loud as you

will keep the video, definitely uses it to jerk off when he’s missing you or away on hero work

he’ll ask why you want to film it but otherwise he has no problems trying it

it’d give off the same vibes as one of those sensual videos on ✨ the hub ✨

will spoil you the entire time, all of his attention is on you and what makes you feel good

makes you hold the camera while he’s going down on you

he goes all out and smirks up at you when you’re basically screaming his name

“Come on, baby. Keep the camera on me, I wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“You look so cute, moaning my name. Wanna cum for me, baby? Do it, cum on my face.”

also loves recording you when he’s recieving, he’ll push the hair out of your face to get a good shot of you choking on his cock

“Just like that —oh, feels amazing, princess. Take it deeper, yeah.”

as soon as he starts pounding you, he’ll be focused on making sure he gets every single inch of your body on video

your eyes rolling into the back of your head, hands gripping his biceps tightly as he’s cumming and filling your insides

definitely pulls out and films his seed slowly dripping out of your pussy

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random stray kids mv (6/?): 19 Video

ik over here on Sems Diarie™️ we like to get rawed and that’s great but let’s talk about kissing 🥺 with fushiguro, I’d imagine if he and his partner were standing up he’d probably wrap his long ass arms around their waist (bonus points if they’re curvy/chubby!!), maybe lightly trail his fingers up their spine and sides lightly. OR if they’re on a bed, he’d link their fingers together and stare right in their eyes before kissing deeply. 🥺🥺🥺 I’m whoreknee for affection ok bye JDKSKSMS

oh 🥺 oh oh 🥺

please kissing is so romantic im in love-

something real pretty echoes in the background while you sit preen and dainty in megumi’s lap. blinks up at you in amazement, the way you melt under his fingers, how sometimes you shiver or jump ‘cause you’re a little ticklish. megumi devours all of it, wants you in his lap all the time. with the sun beaming through his window and the wind making you tuck yourself into him just a little closer.

runs his hands over your waist n squeezed gently every now n again. trails his fingertips up your spine. cups your face to bring you in closer. once you let him kiss you, there’s no going back for him—he’s hooked. and it’s so much more than kissing.

s’like your heart rates sync up. and your skin on his is so soft. don’t even get me started on how his eyes roll into the back of his head when you flick your tongue over his lip. making out with megumi is an act of professing love in and of itself. the way his long fingers tangle in your hair, the way he gently sways you in his lap with a big hand on your spine—it’s megumi’s way of whispering, don’t go, stay, need you, let me love you how you deserve.

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