Fanfics with Cryptic

JJK Men:

JJK Men and What They Smell Like

JJK Men and How They'd Romance You In A Relationship

JJK Men and Their Coffee Orders (+ Megumi!)

The JJK Men React To Your Period

JJK Men and How They Cuddle With You

JJK Men Taking Care of You While You’re Drunk

JJK Men React To You Not Answering Their Call

"Wait for me! I call first punch!"

How The JJK Men Ask You Out

Yandere! JJK Men

How the JJK Men react to your car breaking down (smau)

Gojo:

A Waiting Game (Yandere!Gojo)

The Wait Is Over (Yandere!Gojo part 2)

Gojo Satoru Can't Bake

Geto:

A Warm Body (feat. Kenjaku)

I'm Worried About You

Nanami:

Getting Comfortable

(Teen! Nanami) Can I Ask You Something?

An Evening In

I Have A Fever For You

Late To Bed

(Teen! Nanami) "Rough Day?"

Heavenly Hands

Picture Box

Choso:

Nostalgia

A Nightmare

The Dunkin Incident

A Hair Is A Hair

Breakfast At Onii-chan's

Toji:

(Coming Soon!)

Sukuna:

"You owe me your life." (Yandere!Sukuna)

Small Thoughts And Drabbles:

Nanami Ketno is perfect husband material

Geto needs a hug

Choso can't cook🍳

Nanami asks you to have a picnic date with him 🖤

Me being normal about Nanami

Nanami would melt for his partner istg

Bonus Things Just Because 🫶

One of my favorite pictures in my Geto cosplay

Choso wig and cosplay updates (pictures as I'm working on him 🖤)

Me when Gojo

Mental breakdown core

Me and some homies at con 🫶 (feat. @mo0n1lght-c0splay )

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Married life with your husband, Nanami Kento, is very simple, sweet, full of love and soon to be peaceful, the only drawback at this time is his still present commitment to jujutsu sorcery. He was no longer a full time sourcer as he was beginning the process of phasing out of jujutsu society all together. He had always said that once he was married he didn’t want to keep his spouse up at night wondering about his safety, when he was coming home, or if he would come home alive at the end of the day at all, this was something he had always kept his word on. When the two of you met he was so head over heels for you that he couldn’t wait to get married, before you had taken your vows he had announced that as of your marriage he would only finish out his time in jujutsu society teaching the new upcoming sorcerers, he had already taken on a teaching role at the beginning of that year and intended to finish out with his students before retiring entirely. You weren’t sure how you felt about him still practicing sorcery and exercising curses, even if it was for the sake of teaching and only facing off with low grade curses, but you admired his commitment to his students and their safety, so for the time being you were okay with compromising with is wishes even if they weren’t the most comfortable to accommodate. After all, your loving husband was strong, dependable, responsible, and most importantly, he always made sure to check in and keep you updated so you wouldn’t be worried for him when he was coming home late.

It’s halfway through the school year, tensions within yourself are high and you aren’t sure how much longer you can really take the grueling late nights. Even with consistent updates, worry would still linger in your mind daily and into the night, you wanted to support your husband’s wishes but it was becoming too much for your heart to bare, staying up later than usual tonight with worry, you had decided that tonight was the night you wanted to sit down with him when he got home and have a short heart to heart about how this had been weighing on you, hoping that he may hear your pleas and retire early. With Nanami being a man of such dependability and strict regimen, you weren’t sure if he would be willing to sacrifice a commitment he had already set his mind to, but it was worth a try. 

Getting home late once again for the fourth night in a row, Nanami sauntered through the door looking exhaust, his body was scuffed and bruised but he remained strong in his demeanor, trying to appear just as unwavering as ever. Seeing him in this condition only served to heighten your urgency to plead with him to retire. As he sat down his briefcase, removed his tie and shoes, and made a slow quiet walk to the kitchen, he found you sitting at the table under the dim overhead light, two apple pie scented candles alight in front of you as you sat patiently but nervously fiddling with your fingers. 

“My love, what are you doing up so late? Is everything alright?” Kento questions, his voice full of loving concern as he wraps one large, worn out, scuffed arm around you, sweat glistening off of his skin, dirt gilding his flesh and dress clothes almost like war paint. He greets you with a kiss atop the crown of your head, taking in the wonderful scent of your hair as he lingers for a moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes, giving you his full undivided attention in this moment, knowing that you being awake at this hour means something is wrong and you need his support now more than ever.

“I-I wanted to talk to you about something.” You begin to stutter out, your voice is quiet and soft, almost trying to keep your tone as soothing as possible as not to further alarm your husband and add any stress to him while he’s fending off exhaustion.

“Alright, love, you have my undivided attention.” He assures you as he gently pulls a chair out from the table, sitting directly across from you, he makes deep loving eye contact as he waits for you to speak.

“I’ve been in my head a lot lately, Kento… I know you have already made a devout commitment to your students, but… I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” You pause for a moment as you gather your words and deliver them in a choked speech, you try to appear strong but your husband knows you better than that, he can see you blinking back your tears in order to save face. He lets you continue with no interuption, he already knows what he wants to say and he wants nothing more in this world than to stop your words in their tracks and comfort you, but he knows letting you speak your truth is paramount at this time.

“I don’t know if I can handle one more day or long night of you teaching sorcery… I know you’ve reassured me many times that the curses you would fight would be nowhere near your capabilities but… seeing you still come home battered and bruised is weighing on my heart and mind, Kento…” Your voice continues to waver as your tears finally break free from their imprisonment in the corners of your eyes, blinking them away did nothing but add to their need to fall from your lashes, you wanted to be strong for him, but alas, your emotions were strong and won the battle of wills within you.

“My love…” Nanami speaks, there is a gentle break to his voice that you’ve only heard one other time before, that was when he was giving his wedding vows. Hearing the pain in your voice and seeing as your tears fell before him broke every last bit of resolve he had, he cannot stand to see the love of his life cry, especially not when he was the cause of this great suffering and expression of tears. “I know I’ve made a commitment to my students, but I’m glad you came to me about this, I never intended for this to be such a heavy burden on you, if I am to be fully honest, as it stands, I’ve also considered early retirement for the same reasons, I may be strong but, even the lower grade curses are getting the better of me as of late… I was thinking about us the other day and had even considered asking you how you felt about me retiring early.” Nanami explains, as his words grace your ears you can feel nearly all of the tension in your mind and body melt away, Nanami parts his lips to speak once more. “My love, I think it’s decided then… I will finish out this week and then announce my transition into retirement.” 

His last words make another small surge of worry run though you, but not as strongly as before, you weren’t too thrilled at the idea that you would have to wait out the end of the week to finally have your husband to yourself, but nonetheless, there were only two more days until then, so you convince yourself that things will be okay.

“Alright, I-I think I’m okay with that arrangement.” You speak, seeing the relief wash over Kento made you feel more at ease, you didn’t want to put any added pressure onto him but couldn’t fight the sinking feeling that two more days could still spell disaster, regardless though, you hold it in, hoping you were just being overly worried, you didn’t want to add any more stress to the situation or make him feel guilty. 

Nanami stands from his chair, gently pushing it in before making his way over to your side of the table, pulling out your chair with a subtle ease before helping you up. “You must be exhausted, love, you aren’t usually up this late. Come, let's both get ready for bed.” He takes your hand in his, the warmth of his palm envelops your petite hand as his fingers lapse around your own, enclosing your hand in his grasp, lovingly, as he guides the two of you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He goes to clean up in the shower and you climb right into bed to wait for him, hunkering down amongst the pillows and the linens you had freshly washed and prepared amongst your other chores earlier that day. Your eyes grow heavy as you wait, drifting off just as Kento enters the room in his gray sweatpants and his comfortable white tank top, slowly climbing into the bed so as not to disturb you. Once under the covers, he wraps his arms around you, holding you snug as he falls asleep in the warmth of your company. 

Attempting to sleep through the night, you wake every few hours nearly on the dot, feeling restless and wanting to toss and turn, but staying still and stiff as a board in an attempt to not wake your peacefully sleeping, exhausted, husband. Something felt off in your gut, you couldn’t articulate the feeling even if you wanted to but you just knew something was wrong even though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The morning light shines through the blinds dimly, Kento starts to wake before his alarm, rolling over with a groan, you pretend as though you’re peacefully out cold but consciously listen to the sound of your husband stirring for work, you don’t want to alarm him so you stay quiet, after all, what is two more days, right?

Kento sits up on his side of the bed, unraveling his arms from around you as he usually would every morning, he stands up from bed sluggishly and begins to stretch, taking his time mentally waking up, peering over at you with the assumption you were still asleep as per usual. He smiles, his expression full of love and absolute unwavering devotion. Nanami begins to dress for work, quietly making his way around the room as he does so, finishing off by going over to his night stand to grab his watch before slowly approaching your side of the bed, he tightens his watch band around his wrist, then leans down and kisses your temple. “I’ll be home soon, my love… after today it’s just one more day until you have me all to yourself… we will live out the rest of our lives together on the beaches of Malaysia…” His whispers paint a beautiful storyboard fantasy in your head, his voice is soothing as you listen to every word, taking it all in as you pretend to sleep soundly. 

Light footsteps trail to the bedroom door, it creaks open, then slowly closes with the sound of a muted click as the latch slides back into place, the footsteps continue down the stairs and pause for a moment. You mentally trace out his morning routine in your head, every sound memorized down to the detail of what action accompanies it. You picture him as he ties on his work shoes and slowly rises from being seated on the stairs, going to the kitchen just after to make his morning coffee, as you picture it you can hear his light footsteps make their way to the kitchen. Kento was such a predictable man of routine that you begin to chuckle lightly to yourself, that is until some time not too long after you hear his footsteps head toward the door, you envision him picking up his briefcase and reaching for the door knob, your heart begins to sink and you can feel the tears from last night coming back as a small grim reminder of the pain and worry you feel when he leaves for work all day and into the night. 

The front door opens and closes with a subtle click, with that you begin to bury yourself further into the bedding, holding his pillow close like a stuffed animal while you stain it with your tears and try to self soothe with what ever of his scent still lingers on the case. The more you fight back against your tears the more inconsolable you become as you cry yourself back to sleep. Nearly half the day had gone by, you feel burdened with exhaustion from laying awake next to your husband restlessly all the night before, finding next to no energy or motivation to peel yourself from bed as you lay helplessly staring at the ceiling, debating on if you should just go back to sleep or act as normal until Kento gets home as to not alarm him or burden him with with what you feel as your possibly over dramatic display of emotions. Peering over at the clock on Nanami’s night stand you realize you only have an hour left until he gets home, with him not having any physical training today, he hopefully wouldn’t have to put in any of his much begrudged overtime and would be home to share dinner with you at the kitchen table, this stirs you from where you had rooted yourself, with a sense of urgency, it was best Kento didn’t see you in shambles, so you make quick at showering and getting yourself ready for the rest of the day and his return home. You keep yourself occupied with preparing a home cooked meal for the two of you as time ticks by to his return. Nanami hadn’t called you yet by this time to let you know he was going to have to put in a few more hours, so he was guaranteed home on time, the idea excites you and motivation washes over you as time ticks on.

You’re so focused on the task at hand that you don’t even hear Kento enter the front door, let alone walk into the kitchen. You feel large, warm, welcoming arms wrap around your waist from behind, the feeling has you close to melting back into the embrace as you tip your head back to look Kento in the eyes. 

“Hello handsome.” You greet him with a voice so velvety soft and sweet it might as well have been honey coated, your eyes glisten in the light of the overhead chandelier as you gaze deep into his beautiful light amber irises. 

“Hello my love.” His response is just as soft and sweet in tone, he nuzzles into your hair for a moment before planting a light kiss on your forehead. “I am so glad to be home… Just one more day my love…”  He plants one more kiss upon you as he continues to hold you close to him, almost as if he’s afraid to let go, you try to enjoy his embrace but you once again feel a sinking feeling return to the pit of your stomach, you’re unsure why but you don’t say anything for fear of ruining the moment. You reach out to turn the burner off and pull the pan from the stove. “Here, let me help you with dinner, love.” Kento lets go of you, helping ready your plates and take them to the table so the two of you can sit down and finally enjoy your shared company after such a long day. When the table is set with both of your meals and the two of you finally sit down together the phone begins to ring, the sound nearly making you jump out of your own skin, the two of you look at each other in silence for a moment before his expression turn sincerely apologetic as he gets up to answer the call.

“Hello… I was just sitting down to dinner with my spouse, why… what's wrong?” He goes quiet for a second, you try your best to listen in and see if you can make out who is on the other line and what they may be saying but the only thing you can make out of it all is light murmuring. Kento’s expression goes from light annoyance at the phone call to one that is sincerely apologetic once again when he peers over at you with the phone still pressed to his ear. “You said Shibuya?... Alright… I’m on my way…” He hangs up the call before turning back to you and clearing his voice, his demeanor has shifted and the air is thick with tension. “Love… I just got called in to an emergency…I’m sorry, I have to go… but this won’t take long… I promise…” Kento quickly begins to grab his things, wasting no time before heading to the door, giving you a quick kiss and tight hug before fleeing your home to go assist the others.

It wasn’t unusual that Kento would be called in to work late, even for emergencies, but something about this one felt different, the sinking feeling in your gut had come back to haunt you once again. The way Kento left wasn’t usual of him, you get a sense almost like there was something he wouldn’t tell you, almost like he was keeping something from you or he knew something was wrong as well. You grow weary as time passes, you don’t hear from him for a while, as every minute ticks by you feel your worry grow larger. The phone rings and you feel relief wash over you for a moment as you rush to answer. “Hello?” You say, sounding almost desperate, expecting the voice of your husband to chime through on the other line. The semi familiar voice of a woman comes through. “Hello… is this (y/n)? It’s Shoko… I-I don’t know how to tell you this but, I am so sorry… Nanami has been gravely injured… we’re bringing him to my lab right now… I wanted to inform you before I start operating on him....” As Shoko speaks you feel yourself on the verge of collapsing, the world around you fades as the phone falls from your hand and shatters on the ground, you feel so weak and like all of the life is fading from your body, you start to faint and fall to the kitchen floor, your worst fears had finally come true and you almost couldn’t believe this was happening, as you fade away your last moments before you hit the floor are spent wishing that this was nothing more than a nightmare and Nanami would wake you and hold you close.

Just before you hit the floor, you feel a warm hand rubbing your back gently, your vision fades back in slowly as you try to focus your eyes and come back to reality. “Love, wake up.” The familiar gentle voice of your husband chimes through, your body jolts and you sit straight up in bed almost in a panic. “I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to startle you, are you feeling okay? Have you been sleeping since I left for work this morning?” Kento places the back of his hand softly against your forehead to check and see if you're warm at all or possibly sick. “You don't feel like you're running a temperature.” You sit, staring at him in utter confusion and disbelief, you peer at the clock on his nightstand, it's an hours time later than when you had initially thought you had gotten out of bed, a deep sigh of relief shutters through your core as you realize you had fallen back asleep and really did just have a nightmare, your wish had come true. 

Tears well in your eyes as you desperately cling to Kento, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek repeatedly with a sense of urgency. “I missed you too, love, but you didn't answer my question, is everything alright?” Kento pulls back to look you deep in the eyes as he awaits your answer. “I-I'm okay… I… just had a nightmare.” You respond, Nanami can see your tension and notices the way your face scrunches, as if you're getting ready to hold back your tears, he grabs you tightly, giving you a soft kiss as he rubs his hand along your back in circles. “It's alright love, you don't have to tell me anything if it's uncomfortable, I'm here now, everything is going to be okay.” He continues to sooth you as you practically bury yourself into him, clinging to him almost as if your life depends on it and refusing to let him go.

“Would you like me to order some take out, we can just spend the night in. You won't even have to lift a finger.” You nod in response to his question. Kento helps you up out of bed and the two of you go downstairs to order dinner and settle in on the couch for a little bit of quality time together watching a movie. Reaching the main floor the phone begins to ring, you look at Nanami with eyes full of worry, feeling yourself tense up, he looks at you curiously as he approaches the phone, deep down you know what the call is about but you're hoping it isn't so.