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*cursing in cat* đ (part 2 of this)
what if everyone voted for logan for driver of the day on sunday because bro is spending 4th of july in england
when i read angst where the jjk men treat us horribly so i hope y/n kills herself so they can grovel but all of a sudden i wake up and im rocking back and forth in a straight jacket in a white room inside of a insane asylum.
ino is hopeless.
nanami knows it. anyone with half a brain could see itâexcept for ino himself, apparently.
it starts subtly. little things that nanami catches because heâs perceptive, because itâs in his nature to notice details others overlook. at first, itâs harmless: inoâs eyes lingering on you for a beat too long when you speak, the way he straightens up whenever you enter a room, how he suddenly remembers the most trivial of errands whenever youâre aroundâjust so he has an excuse to stay a little longer.
nanami finds it mildly amusing. heâs well aware of how attractive you are, how effortlessly charming, even without trying. itâs only natural that someone like ino, young and overeager, would fall for you.
but then, it escalates.
one evening, you drop by jujutsu high, bringing nanami a homemade meal because you know heâs been too busy to eat properly. you show up in casual clothesâjust a simple, fitted sweater and jeansâbut the way ino reacts, youâd think you walked in wearing a red carpet gown.
he visibly stiffens when you greet him, gives you a stammered âheyâ thatâs painfully awkward. nanami, whoâs been flipping through reports at his desk, glances up just in time to see the way inoâs gaze flickers down your body before he forces himself to look away.
ah. so thatâs where this is going.
ino is crushing, sure, but thereâs something else nowâsomething more desperate, more embarrassing. nanami recognizes it instantly, and this time, he does smirk. just a little.
ino, poor fool that he is, doesnât realize nanami has noticed.
âkento,â you sigh, walking past ino like he isnât even there. you set the bento box on nanamiâs desk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his temple. âyou really need to stop skipping meals.â
nanami catches the way inoâs mouth parts slightly, like the airâs been knocked out of him.
âthank you,â nanami says, calmly, like he hasnât just witnessed his protĂŠgĂŠ mentally combust.
âitâs nothing,â you hum, straightening up. âbesides, if you keep working late, iâll just have to start showing up every night.â
ino makes a strangled noise. nanami takes a sip of his coffee, unbothered.
â
later, nanami watches as ino struggles to focus during a sparring session.
itâs bad. the kidâs already a mess under normal circumstances, but today, heâs downright sloppy. his stance is off, his movements sluggish, his strikes lacking any real force. nanami doesnât have to guess why.
he sees it in the way ino flinches when you walk past the training hall, his shoulders tensing like heâs physically holding himself back from looking. but his restraint only lasts a secondâhis gaze flickers toward you anyway, like a moth drawn to a flame.
itâs pathetic.
nanami doesnât even need to move much to dodge the sloppy punch ino throws next, sidestepping effortlessly. ino tries to recover, shifting his weight, but nanami can already tell heâs not putting his full strength into it. heâs distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.
âyouâre unfocused,â nanami states plainly, effortlessly blocking another weak attempt at a strike.
ino exhales sharply, shaking out his arms like thatâll somehow fix his obvious lack of composure. âjustâjust tired, thatâs all,â he says, forcing a weak chuckle.
nanami stares at him, unimpressed.
âtired,â he repeats, tone dry.
ino nods, a little too eagerly. âyeah. long night.â
nanami doesnât comment. he doesnât need to. heâs known ino long enough to recognize his poor attempts at deflection. besides, nanami doesnât have to say anythingânot when ino completely exposes himself a second later.
because just as nanami steps forward to counter, you laugh at something in the hallway.
itâs not even loud. just a soft, amused sound, barely audible over the rhythmic thuds of sparring in the dojo. but ino hears it. worse, he reacts to it.
his body goes stiff, his focus snapping completely. nanami sees the exact moment his mind short-circuitsâhis fists unclenching, his stance faltering, his attention slipping from the fight entirely.
and so, nanami does what any good mentor would do.
he knocks ino flat on his ass.
âfuck,â ino groans, wheezing as he stares up at the ceiling.
nanami looms over him, arms crossed.
âif a simple distraction is enough to take you down, you wonât last long in the field,â nanami remarks coolly.
ino groans again, rubbing his face. âthat wasnâtâi didnâtââ
nanami tilts his head. âif youâre tired, you should be able to focus through it,â he continues, watching as ino freezes. âunless, of course, something else is affecting your concentration.â
there it is. the telltale flicker of panic in inoâs eyes.
instead of pressing the issue further, he simply offers a hand. ino stares at it like he expects a follow-up attack, before reluctantly grasping it and letting nanami pull him to his feet.
âletâs go again.â nanami says, adjusting his sleeves.
ino exhales heavily. he nods, but nanami doesnât miss the way his eyes flicker toward the door one last time.
instead of stopping him, nanami lets him suffer through his own turmoil.
â
by the time ino realizes he never had a chance, itâs almost pathetic.
you show up one evening, like always, but this time, you donât just drape yourself over nanamiâs shouldersâyou practically melt into him, sighing contentedly as he rests a hand on your hip.
ino looks like heâs about five seconds away from passing out.
itâs honestly impressiveânanami has seen the kid go up against curses twice his level, take hits that shouldâve knocked him out cold, but nothing has shaken him quite like this.
the moment you walk in, all warmth and ease as you slide into nanamiâs space, ino tenses. nanami doesnât miss the way his gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his shoulder, fingers curling against the fabric of his suit.
âkento,â you murmur, leaning down just enough that your breath brushes against his ear. âletâs go home.â
nanami hums, his grip on your waist firm as he turns his head slightly, his nose grazing yours before he kisses youâslow and deliberate.
you sigh into it, and nanami uses the moment to deepen the kiss, letting his hand drift lower, just enough to make a point.
when he finally pulls away, he opens his eyes andâah, there it is.
ino looks wrecked. eyes wide, mouth slightly open, standing there like a man whoâs just watched his last shred of hope crumble to dust.
nanami meets his gaze, calm as ever, but thereâs something sharp in his expressionâsomething that makes ino straighten up like a scolded dog.
itâs not a threat. not really. nanami doesnât need to threaten him.
itâs just a simple fact.
youâre his.
and ino? well, ino never had a chance.
â> part two(nsfw).
When he knew there was nothing better in this world than being a parent  â Jujutsu Kaisean
( cw ) f!reader, fluff, domestic , mentions of surgery, Toji gets bullied đ˘
featuring. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami KentoÂ
authors note. I found this draft and was like ??? when did I write đ but anyways I like 2/4 of it so đââď¸ I could name a million things better than being a parent but shhh đ¤Ť
GOJO SATORU
Gojo had just put her down, and she was already screeching again. He was starting to get annoyed; he had work to get to, and she just wouldnât settle down. Sighing, he stood back up and made his way to her, peeking over the top of her crib. Almost instantly, she stopped, and a big toothless smile spread across her face. She let out a happy little sound. He leaned over, picked her up, and she snuggled into his chest, smiling and cooing. Satoru melted in a way he didnât know he could. His baby just missed him and in that moment he knew he'd do anything to keep that smile on her face.
TOJI FUSHIGURO Â Â
Toji never cared about what the general public thought of him. He was who he was, and nobody's opinion was going to change that. However, when a group of teenagers at the restaurant started to loudly talk and point at the scar decorating the side of his face while he was with his son, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. When his son glanced up and made a face, a tendril of insecurity took root in Toji's mind. Maybe the scar was a bit uglyâperhaps his son had always hated it but never said anything. Toji turned his attention back to his plate and started to play with his food; he wasn't that hungry anymore. In his peripheral vision, he saw his son stand up and gently touch the scar with his small hand. "I think you look cool, Daddy, like a superhero." his son said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and returning to his meal.
GETO SUGURUÂ Â
Geto was lost in his thoughts when he felt a hand gently caress his stomach. "Daddy? Are you okay?" his daughters asked from the side of the bed. He hadnât heard them come in. He had just had his appendix removed, and it hurtâa lot. "Yeah," he lied, offering them a small smile. They took this as a sign to crawl up onto the bed. One of them settled next to the bandage on his side, while the other came up to pet his hair and face. "Youâre going to get better soon, Daddy. Weâll take care of you," the eldest whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, just like he did every time they were sick.
NANAMI KENTOÂ Â
Nanami knows he has the best daughter in the world when she rushes up to him in a panic just before heâs about to leave for work. He looks down at her with a questioning expression. âI just want to tell you to have a good day at work today because I know you came home sad yesterday.â She smiles shyly up at her father before wrapping her small arms around his legs. He quickly kneels down to give her a proper hug. âI love you, Daddy. I wished for you to never have a bad day again before I went to sleep.â
you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!
pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader
content: MDNI, fluff and smut and light angst, making out, piv sex, handjobs, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), threesome, silly summer fun, references to reality tv tropes ofc, lots of games/challenges inspired by love island, secondhand embarrassment, jealousy, evil TV show producers (cough gege cough), misc random jjk pairings as background couples, lots of teasing and tension, friends-to-lovers, exes-to-lovers, you name it, it's probably here lol
episode guide
one | two | three | four | five | six
seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve
thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen
nineteen | twenty | twenty-one | twenty-two | twenty-three | twenty-four
audience participation required!
polls will go up to determine who goes on dates and challenges with our reader - it's up to you to decide who gets sent home or who gets saved at the end of certain episodes! first poll posted here, future polls will all be tagged with #re: coupled up! <3
creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more