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The Game
Nanami x Wife!Reader
wc: 2.7k
warnings: f!reader, mdni/18+, smut, teasing, ROUGH, manhandling, gentle choking, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering
a/n: this is a combination of my reaction to the latest jjk ep and a general need for manhandling nanami.
You know exactly what is coming for you.
You can feel his eyes on you from across the room. Watching you.
Watching his pretty little wife play games that she’d lose.
Because you have one goal in mind: piss off your husband, Nanami Kento.
Which is not an easy task. But you had pissed him off once before, a few weeks ago, and had been insatiably craving more. His reaction that night was… his hands in your hair, throwing you back against the bed, the words out of his mouth—
You can’t help but blush a little at the memories that flood your head now, as you speak to a man twice your age at this party. You know this man thinks he has a chance with you. He came up to you earlier, and is now flirting with you relentlessly, seeming blind to the ring on your marriage finger which marks you as claimed.
You giggle a little at something he says, taking your poker and stabbing at the fire. You sip the glass of wine in your hands. There’s no need to look over your shoulder to confirm; Kento is most decidedly watching you.
And that fire? It’s growing.
You can feel the way your white silk mini dress has ridden up your thighs a little, but you don’t do anything to fix it, no matter how much the skin on the back of your thighs sizzles and sears under his scorched gaze.
All it takes is for the man to reach out, try to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and the flame explodes.
Hands are on your waist in an instant, a cotton-covered, firm chest pressed against your back. You know that chest. Those hands.
“I think it’s time for us to get going, don’t you think, dear?” Kento grits out, his thumbs digging into your skin. A warning.
“Oh,” you pout, turning your head to look up at him. You’re met with a hard-set jaw and cold eyes, as your husband stares down the inferior man who got a centimeter too close. “But it’s raining. We’ll have to wait for it to slow down a bit, or have a valet bring the car around, we’re parked a block away—”
“We’ll walk. Goodbye,” he flashes the tightest, fakest smile you’ve ever seen, and then turns you towards the elevator, pushing you in that direction.
And what choice do you have? You half walk, half stumble forward, his hands never faltering in their iron grip the whole walk over. He stops you in front of the elevator.
“Button,” he commands, jerking his chin towards the panel with two buttons, one an up arrow and the other down.
“Why do I have to do it?”
“It seems that if I let you go for half a second, you’ll run off and let yourself get eye-fucked by a nobody in a cheap suit. Button,” he growls, his hands tightening their grip, causing your sides to protest.
You whimper softly, reaching out and pressing the down button. It glows a soft blue, and you tilt your head to the side, gazing up at your angry, blond man. “What’s got you in such a frenzy? I was socializing—”
He scoffs. “Socializing. Sure. I know the game you’re playing, and might I remind you that it’s a game you can’t win, darling.”
You swallow hard, fighting back a flinch as the elevator dings, and the doors slide open.
Empty.
Kento shuffles you both inside, and holds the ‘close doors’ button so hard that you’re afraid it might actually crack.
The elevator doors slide closed, and he releases you, taking two steps back.
Suddenly, the air is so thick that you can hardly breathe, and the thought of the fingerprint bruises he’s likely left on you fills your head.
“Ke—”
“No. No more words from you,” he spits out, practically punching the ground floor button.
You pout, and take a step towards him. “‘Nam, c’mon,” you poke that damned fire again, just waiting for it to burn you.
And it does.
His arm snaps out, his hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up. “I said, quiet.”
That sharp anger in his eyes makes your stomach flutter, abdomen tensing. You bite your bottom lip, and try your luck. “You’re a little angry, huh?”
Your back is against the wall before you can even process what’s happened, before you recognize that he’s shoved you into the corner of the elevator, one hand gripping your neck and the other pressed firmly against your hip, keeping you in place. His body is fully pressed to yours, and the straining bulge you feel is unmistakable.
“Angry? You have no idea,” he says, his voice having dropped to an eerily calm tone. “I want to throw you onto the ground of this damned elevator and make you suck me off right here, right now. I want to fuck your throat, and then that kinky little cunt of yours, until you are sobbing and begging me to stop.”
Your breath catches in your throat— no, it completely stops. You’re no longer breathing.
“Then do it.”
He gives a breathy chuckle, suddenly spinning you around, a hand knotting in your hair and shoving your cheek against the wall. And then he leans down, presses his lips against your ear, and…
“No. You’d like that too much.”
You whine, straining against his grip on you. Kento is usually ever the gentleman, the perfect white picket fence husband. He brings you roses each Friday and a piece of your favorite cake every Tuesday, and fucks the shit out of you each day when he returns from missions. But he’s so… polite, all the time, his touch gentle and his voice soft. He’s the type to rest his hand on your thigh while he drives, and carry you bridal style into the house.
But this Kento… This Kento is the reason you’re trying to piss him off. Because you unlocked the manhandling, relentless Kento once, and now can’t get enough of it.
Suddenly, the hand on your neck drops down, down, down to your thighs, and then up under your skirt. Kento’s fingers ghost over your bare pussy, straight up laughing when he realizes you’re wearing no underwear. But the laughter is harsh, and sends shivers down your spine.
“You really planned this, didn’t you dear.” It’s more of a statement than a question.
“Can you blame me?” You murmur, trying to grind down on his hand, the hand which is now cupping your dripping cunt, the heel of his hand juuuust below your clit. “Please.”
“We’re almost on our floor,” Kento suddenly releases you, fixing your dress with a soft touch and taking two steps back.
You open your mouth to complain, but right on cue, the elevator doors slide open. Kento presses a hand against the small of your back, forcibly guiding you out of the elevator, and across the plaza, out to the main doors.
Where it’s pouring.
You pause outside the glass doors, crossing your arms across your chest. “No. It’s pouring.”
Kento sighs, but looks you over, and realizes it at the same moment as you do; you’re wearing white.
And Kento is a gentleman.
“I’ll bring the car around. You stay right here, you understand me?”
You nod, and he’s out the doors in an instant.
You find yourself shifting on your feet as you wait, your heels really starting to do a number on you. You keep fixing your dress, trying to ignore how you’re wetter than the rain outside.
Your feet have not moved an inch when your familiar white BMW M8 pulls up to the doors, and your husband gets out of the driver's seat, umbrella in hand.
And he is soaking wet.
His blue shirt sticks to his chest, not hiding any of the rippling muscle along his entire torso. He’s discarded his gray suit jacket, but the pants have darkened a shade due to the rain. His hair sticks to his face, blond locks drenched.
You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks when you realize how close you are to being able to make out his dick print, and that only worsens when he walks through those doors, headed straight for you.
“I didn’t move,” you murmur as he takes your arm, gripping your bicep tightly and heading for the exit once more.
“That earns you no brownie points tonight.”
Kento opens the umbrella as he drags you outside, holding it over your head. Not a drop of water hits you as he escorts you to the car, and then opens the door to the back seat.
You raise a brow. “Backseat?”
“So you can’t touch me,” he replies, and then promptly sweeps your feet out from under you, catches you, and tosses you into the back seat.
You yelp as your back hits the leather, and the door is closed immediately. Kento is in the driver’s seat before you can blink, staring at you in the rear view mirror.
You buckle yourself up, and he seems satisfied, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot at a speed that’s probably too fast.
You chew your bottom lip, watching his hair drip onto his face, watching his hands white-knuckle the steering wheel, watching his foot press the accelerator.
“You’ll catch a cold,” you murmur, leaning forward and running a hand over his hair, trying to squeeze some of the water out.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your fingers away from his head. “No touching.”
You pout, unbuckling yourself and scooting forward, pressing your face against his neck. “Kentoooo…”
You feel the change in his demeanor immediately. He tenses, and reaches back to grip your hair, yanking your head away from him.
“That’s it,” he hisses, and pulls the car into an empty parking lot, putting it in park.
He’s out of the driver’s seat instantly, coming around to the back, and climbing into the back seat.
You have to fight back your victorious grin, but he doesn’t have the same plans as you do, because he grabs you, and pulls you out of the car and into the rain.
“Kento—”
His mouth crashes into yours, and he grabs your chin tightly, his other hand holding your waist to his. You whimper into his mouth, trying to ignore the cold rainwater that’s certainly making your white dress translucent.
He pulls away just when you begin to shiver, then drags you around the car, putting you into the passenger seat and slamming the door. He appears back in the driver’s seat in an instant, his jaw once again set and eyes cold as ice.
“What happened to the no touching rule?” You grin, kicking off your heels.
“Better idea.”
He pulls back onto the road, eyes staying on the path ahead, all while his hand starts to make its way under your skirt.
You realize what he’s doing just as a finger plunges into you, sliding easily with your wetness. You groan loudly, whimpering as his thumb grazes your clit.
He slides in a second finger, and starts pulling them out and pushing them back in, all while stimulating your clit.
It hardly takes any time at all for you to be whimpering and grinding against his hand, gripping the door for support and leverage.
With a few more strokes and swipes of his thumb, that coil in your abdomen begins to tighten, your cunt clenching around his fingers. “Ah— oh, shit…”
Kento withdraws his hand, and you open your mouth to protest, then realize he’s pulled the car into your garage, and is putting it in park.
And he presses the garage door closing button.
And then waits, both hands on the steering wheel, as the garage door closes.
The second that the concrete meets the door, Kento turns his head to look at you, all needy and desperate with pleas begging to escape your lips.
“You really want me to be rough with you?” he asks, his brows stitched together in concern.
“Wherever would you have gotten that impression?” you drone, raising a brow sarcastically. “I want to get the ever-loving shit fucked out of me.”
“You want to be hurt?”
“A little. I liked last time,” you murmur, allowing your mind to slip back a little bit, back to that night that had left you both bruised and begging for more.
“There are better ways to go about this than pissing me off,” your husband narrows his eyes, jaw clenching.
“This is the authentic way.”
“You’re spoiled, you know that?”
“You’re hard as fuck, you feel that?” your eyes flick to the bulge under his pants zipper.
That’s enough to send Kento flying out of the car, and before you know it, he’s opening your door, dragging you out by your bicep.
You yelp, stumbling forward as his grip on you — which is covered in your slick — remains firm. He pulls you into the house, and your back is pressed against a wall immediately, his mouth on yours, hand around your throat.
Kento pulls you up the wall, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your aching cunt against his shirt. He roots his fingers in your hair, tugging just enough to be a bit painful.
Clearly he’s done waiting, because his dick is out within seconds, and he’s pulling up your dress. You whimper once the fabric is bunched up around your waist, gripping his shoulders.
“Please…”
“You think that’s enough?” he scoffs, tugging your hair and tilting your head back. “You flirt with another man, nearly let him touch you, act like a brat, and you expect me to just give it to you?” Nevertheless, he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the slightest bit of pressure.
“Fuck—” you whine, groaning softly. The hand holding you up digs into your skin. “I’ll be good— jesus, please. I need you.”
Kento slaps your ass, and then thrusts nearly his entire thick length in at once, causing you to cry out, tears coming to your eyes. He immediately starts a bruising pace, fucking you into the wall so god damn hard that a picture frame nearby rattles.
You whimper as his cock reaches that sweet spot once— and then again, and again, until you’re matching each thrust with a tilt of your hips and a moan.
“Fuck— there you go, baby,” he grits out, yanking on your hair. “Take it all.”
That familiar cool begins to tighten, your abdomen tensing as he picks up his pace even more, and you wonder how it’s possible — untll you look down and realize he’s using the tiniest bit of cursed energy to fuck the actual shit out of you.
“Cum for me, come on. You wanted this so bad, so cum on my dick.”
And that’s enough to send you tumbling over the edge, stars flooding your vision and a long string of curses leaving your lips like a prayer.
His thrusts grow a little sloppier, and he spills himself into you with a hiss, leaving little nips along your jawline.
“I’m not close to being done with you, just as a fair warning,” he growls, and then tosses you over his shoulder.
At this point, you’re half dead.
But also half alive, kept awake by Kento’s hands rubbing circles along your skin, the bubbly bath water tickling your breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to a bruise on your shoulder.
You give a half-babbled response, leaning into his warmth more.
“Full sentences, please.”
“Mm.. I love you,” you manage, turning to face him. You press your face into his neck and inhale his scent.
“I love you too.”
A long pause comes, with Kento just rubbing circles into your bruised sides. Then, he speaks.
“Now, what did we learn?”
“That pissing off the husband results in mind-blowing sex.”
He draws a sharp breath in, and smacks your shoulder gently. “No, no. We learned that we don’t have to piss the husband off, we just have to use our words and plan a date for these things.”
“That’s not very authentic.”
“Do I have a shot at winning this?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright.”
#nanami kento#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#nanami x wife!reader#smut#jjk smut#nanami smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami#f!reader#second person#cassiefromhell
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asking them for gym pics
(ft. Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Megumi, Yuji)
author’s note: I had no idea what to title this lmao. Thank you to the lovely @cassiefromhell for the Yuji pic bc I could NOT find anything that I felt resembled him
warnings: suggestiveness.
Satoru Gojo
Suguru Geto
Kento Nanami
Megumi Fushiguro
Yuji Itadori
#jujutsu Kaisen#jjk#jjk smau#Satoru Gojo x reader#Gojo x reader#Gojo smau#Satoru smau#Suguru geto x reader#geto x reader#geto smau#Suguru smau#Nanami x reader#Kento nanami x reader#Nanami smau#Kento nanami smau#Megumi Fushiguro x reader#Megumi x reader#Megumi smau#Yuji Itadori x reader#Yuji SMAU#Yuji x reader
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Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙
In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂
🌼 personal favorite
🥀 angst
💞 fluff
🔥 smut
by @acourtofmenandthirst
You Called 🥀💞
by @moonlightazriel
Before you 🔥🥀
The truth about you 🥀💞🔥
The family we choose 💞
by @thelov3lybookworm
I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀
Finally Safe 🌼🥀
My brother. 💞
by @writingsbychlo
SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀
false confessions 🌼🥀
how we survive 🥀
by @readychilledwine
Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥
Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥
Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞
Beauty in Pain 🥀
Devotion 💞
by @leafsandstarlight
Forced Revelations
by @lalacliffthorne
the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥
motorcycle 💞
by @bubbles-for-all-of-us
Hear the lonely cry out 🥀
Can you love me most? 🥀
Baby daddy 💞
by @draemgal
master of disguise 💞
by @azsazz
Nightlight 🥀
Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀
Just Hold On 🥀💞
What Lies Ahead
Bleed for Me
by @xoxonyxx
What Should've Been 💞
by @illyrian-dreamer
Spin the bottle 💞🥀
Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀
by @acourtofwhatthefuck
Practice On Me 💞🔥
by @danikamariewrites
Sixth Sense 💞
Shell 💞
Fever Dreams 🥀💞
Please Don't Go 🥀💞
Pointless Fights 🥀
Perfect Princess 💞
by @lidiasloca
more than this 🥀
by @tadpolesonalgae
please... 🌼🥀
washing his wings 💞
Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥
His Personal Assistant
by @mother-above
The Golden Warrior 🌼
by @aquanova99
The Shadow and the Seraphim
by @fieldofdaisiies
Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥
Love's A Burden 🥀
by @ellievickstar
Between Two worlds
by @florence-end
Worst kept secret 💞
Stitch up
by @redheadspark
Reunited 💞🥀
Hold 🥀💞
by @acourtofmarvels
Miracle 🥀
by @bookish-whore
Haunted 🥀
by @honeybeefae
7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥
Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥
by @reverie-verse
Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞
by @cassiefromhell
Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris 💞🥀
by @ladylokilaufeyson5
A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞
I Will Always Find You 💞🥀
by @azrielhours
Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞
I want you to rest 💞🥀
Kiss Thief 💞
Soul Song 💞
Restless Dreams 🥀
Stolen Away 💞
Waiting for You 💞🥀
by @liahaslosthermind
Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞
by @itsphoenix0724
Tickle My Strings 🔥
by @jeannineee
Apology 💞
Umbra et Ventus
Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader
Stubble 💞
Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞
Closure 🥀🔥
by @violette-hue
Fated 🔥
by @angelshadowsinger
Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥
Prized Possession 🥀💞
by @callmeblaire
little friends 💞
by @fairydustblossom
tied to you 🥀💞
losing control🥀💞
pre relationship fluff 💞
by @throneofsapphics
up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞
by @arrantsnowdrop
Starlight 💞
Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞
by @clairebear08
Hide and Seek 💞
Betrayal 🥀
by @starlightandsouls
My Angel 💞
Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞
Bookshop Brawls 💞
by @azrielscrown
the secret of seduction 💞🔥
wake me up. 💞
by @glittergelpensblog
Shadow and Song
In the Dark
by @azriels-shadowsinger
brother's best friend 💞
by @xreaderbooks
Two sides 🥀
by @vacant--body
stay with me 🥀🔥
by @whisperingmidnights
We Shall Become Monsters 🌼
by @wishfulwithwine
You Belong With Me 🥀
by @queen--of--shadows
Healing Shadows 🌼
by @ochiolism
winter's frost
#azriel#acotar#azriel fluff#azriel smut#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel angst#azriel x reader#azriel x oc#azriel fic recs#azriel fanfic#cassian#rhysand#eris vanserra#a court of thorns and roses#lucien vanserra#acosf#acomaf#acowar#azriel fic#azris#fic rec list#fanfiction#acotar fic rec#acotar fanfic
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megumi fushiguro
summary: megumi’s hands as requested by @chilichopsticks <3.
warnings: 18+ hand!kink, fingering, choking, slight mention of penetration, finger sucking.
notes: bestie, idk if i like this. i hope you do 🤦🏽♀️
Megumi's hands. Why did they drive you crazy? You weren't sure. It didn't matter where they were. Whether it was fingers interlaced with yours or gently tracing patterns on your skin. Or one hand on the small of your back as you walked the busy streets of Tokyo. Even when you’re laying together, the way his hands find their way under your shirt, his fingers dancing along your skin, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch. Each calloused fingertip, each battle scar. Megumi's hands had an undeniable power over your thoughts.
He knew about your little infatuation, how much of a mess you were because of his every touch. He knew, and he used it to his advantage. It could be as simple as a ghost of a touch across your jawline, a thumb pressing softly to your bottom lip. Or it could be more…but he knew.
That’s why he had you writhing underneath him, his fingers sweetly curling inside your dripping cunt. He’s watching as your back arches every time his fingers reach your sweet spot, his thumb circling your clit. His other hand is either on your breast pinching your sensitive buds, or wrapped tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to leave you gasping for air. Either way, it was driving you crazy. Toes curling, hands gripping the sheets crazy. That’s what his mere touch did to you.
Megumi pumps his fingers fast inside you, juices dripping down your thighs as he brings his lips up trailing kisses from your lips to your neck. “Clenchin’ round my fingers yeah? Gunna cum for me pretty girl?” he whispers in your ear. And as if your high is brought about by the sound of his voice you let go.
“Mmmh fuck Gumi…cumming. I’m cumming.” moans escape your lips as you cum all over his fingers, and he continues to fuck them into you as you ride out your orgasm. He pulls them out, admiring your slick coating his digits. He brings them to your lips, a silent command for you to open. And you obey, as he slides two of his fingers inside. He watches, eyes lidded, an almost dark look as you smile and glide your tongue around them.
And as he lines himself with your entrance, shoving them further and further down your throat, tears start to brim at the corners of your eyes. And before he moves a muscle he says one last thing. “Getting off to this huh?”
taglist: @satorizz @leviismybby @cassiefromhell @chilichopsticks @withthegraceofthewind @belfiguevel @nobody289x @rlvsmegumi
#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#megumi smut#megumi x reader#megumi x reader smut#jjk smut#megumi fushiguro smut#fushiguro smut#fushiguro megumi smut#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi x you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk x reader smut#megumi#jjk megumi#jjk fushiguro
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my fav acotar authors i’m REALLY recommending :
@danikamariewrites
@fieldofdaisiies
@acourtofwhatthefuck
@clairebear08
@historiaxvanserra
@readychilledwine
@rowaelinsdaughter
@shadowdaddies
@throneofsmut
@throneofsapphics
@v3lv3tf0x
@callmeblaire
@hellcat8908
@leafsandstarlight
@parkerslatte
@vanserrasswife
@serpentandlily
@moonfawnx
@arizona2004
@bravrdm
@cassiefromhell
@azrielslightintheshadows
@writingcroissant
@thelov3lybookworm
@bubbles-for-all-of-us
@azsazz
@gothicbabydollz
@illyrian-dreamer
@lidiasloca
@daycourtofficial
@princess-tulip-writes
@lalacliffthorne
@whisperingmidnights
@redbleedingrose
@isababy888
@bloodycassian
@thevanserrras
@autumnshighlady
@maddithefangirl
@writingsbychlo
@acourtofladydeath
@hauntedwitch04
@jeannineee
@redbleedingrose
@cupidojenphrodite
@honeybeefae
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getting to know me!
tysm @isababy888 for tagging me!!! 🥰
tag 9 people you'd like to know more about
last song i listened to: set me free pt.2 by jimin (my friend showed me this song. she’s also the responsible for getting me addicted to taylor swift)
currently reading: i’m reading two books, caraval by stephanie garber (i got an unhealthy obsession with jacks after finishing ouabh) and almonds by sohn-won-pyung (started yesterday but it’s really good so far)
currently watching: greys anatomy (hopefully this time i won’t stop watching halfway). i also need to finish the office (forgotten since i started greys)
current obsessions: well i have a lot of obsessions but reading is on top of the list (by the way i can’t take fourth wing out of my mind so that’s another one); writing; my pets; SJM characters; and i need to mention jacks bc i’m still obsessed (living rent free in my head)
I’m tagging @azsazz @autumnshighlady @ravencoloredroses @fieldofdaisiies @bunnymallowo @redheadspark @tadpolesonalgae @cassiefromhell @honeybeefae
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🤍 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 cont'd
@arminsfavslut @bakamichi @bakubunny @blueberrisdove @cassiefromhell @daddydynamight @highpri3stess @katkusuo @lees-chaotic-brain @miss-ali-lawliet @ravereina @rainyrindou @sukunascrustyfinger @saintkaylaa @sabokunsmalia @titans-and-templars @titanbrainrot
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Lollipops
Post-War: Levi Ackerman x Reader
wc: 4.3k
warnings: SPOILERS. im so serious guys. SPOILERS. if you havent watched/read to the FINALE, do not progress. you've been warned. also theres a little tiny bit of gore.
a/n: this is self-defense writing to protect my sanity after the last ep. im so not okay with it being over. also requests are open, i'll write anything! also, this is written in flashbacks. but never fear, the flashbacks are separated from the present by dividers, so you'll know when it switches.
“You two are like a fairytale couple,” a young girl giggles, hugging a pink-covered book to her chest. “Like a damsel and her prince.”
You smile, pulling a lollipop out of your box — and then another, handing them to her. “Take two for sweet-talking me. But remember that true love isn’t perfect by any means.”
She grins, nods, and takes her candy, sprinting off into an old woman’s arms. You sigh softly, looking up to see that the line of children coming to receive candy from Paridian heroes is momentarily empty.
“Not perfect, huh?” Levi asks from beside you, shifting in his chair.
You roll your eyes, gently flicking the side of his head. You crouch down to be on his level. “You’re saying that we had a fairytale romance? That you swept me off my feet and carried me away from danger?”
“Yes. I would. Now get your ass up, I don’t need you to get down for me,” he scowls, his eyes flicking over your kneeling form.
“I would get down on my knees for you anyti—”
“Up.”
You grin, but listen to him and stand up, picking up your box once more. “Fairytale, huh? So what are you, the savior?”
“I’d say it’s even. Although, I remember saving your ass much more often than you saved mine.”
You scoff, putting your hands on your hips. “Name a time!”
“Get your ass up, scout!”
You groan, shoving yourself up onto your elbows. “Just a sec,” you manage between heavy breaths, coughing and coughing.
Hoofbeats approach and you whimper, knowing that if that’s the captain you think it is, you’re about to get the beating of a lifetime.
“Why, exactly, are you laying in the dust?” Captain Levi Ackerman asks, tone cold and voice sharp as a knife. “You’re a transfer, not a cadet. From the MP’s, even. I expected better.”
“I’m recovering from an injury, Captain,” you wheeze out, pressing a hand to your side and shoving yourself up onto your knees. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
“You’d better be. Now, up. On your feet, or be left behind.”
You pull one foot under you, then the other, and nearly collapse. His arm shoots out to grab your bicep, effectively keeping you up as your side screams in protest, ribs aching and tears springing to your eyes.
“What kind of an injury?” he asks, his grip tightening. “Why on earth would you switch to the Survey Corps while injured?”
“Ribs,” you hiss, gripping your side. The doctors have said that nearly all your ribs on your right side are either bruised, fractured, or completely broken. “And I had no choice. I had to leave.”
He narrows his eyes, but slowly releases you, making sure you’re not going to fall over the second he lets go. “You’re in no condition to be training, and I don’t need you getting worse. I have no interest in crippled soldiers. Go inside and get yourself assigned to kitchen duty for the next two weeks, on Ackerman’s orders.”
Your eyes slowly shift up from the ground to him, and you get your first good look at him.
And holy shit, the rumors of Humanity’s Strongest did not mention how mouth-wateringly attractive he is.
You give the dumbest nod you’ve ever given and turn on your heel. You hobble your way inside, and then immediately lean against a cold, stone wall, repeating to yourself in your head over and over again:
We are not falling for a captain.
We are not falling for a captain.
You open and close your mouth, then shrug. “Okay, but of course you were going to save my ass a lot while I was training. I’m sure it got better once I was a captain.”
“Did it, though?”
You elbow him, scowling. A smirk dances on his lips.
A woman grinning ear-to-ear starts your way, and you narrow your eyes. “She’s too old for candy.”
“Reporter,” Levi grumbles, looking down into his box, as if not making eye contact will stop her from approaching.
“Hi!” She shouts, giving a big wave. “I was hoping to ask you two a quick few questions, while you’re not too busy.”
“We’re quite busy,” Levi drones.
“Ah! I had heard about that grumpy attitude!” The reporter laughs, then looks at you. “And you must be his sunshine!”
You scratch the back of your neck, shrugging. “Something like that.”
The reporter whips out a pen and paper. “Now, all sources say that tog two have been married for quite some time, but nothing ever tells me when you two met, or how! Do tell.”
“We met in the service,” you start, rubbing your chin. “I had just transferred to the military police, so I was starting fresh in the Survey Corps.”
She quirks a brow. “Why did you transfer?”
The air simply won’t come to your lungs. You can’t breathe. The night sky doesn’t help, the fresh cool air is only suffocating you more.
You drop to the grass in the courtyard, one hand on your healing side and the other around your throat. Tears pour down your face, and you cough, and cough, and cough, and gasp.
It was just a nightmare, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t help. You can still remember what really happened, his hand around your neck, boot in your side, the bruises along each ridge of your spine from being tossed into a wall.
Your ribs may have been almost fully healed now, after two months being a Scout, but you still can feel each kick he gave you just for telling him no.
“Breathe.”
You sputter, looking up to see Captain Levi kneeling in front of you. He grips your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.
“Breathe, come on. Take a deep breath.”
You try, you really do, but you only end up sobbing harder. Your hands clench the grass.
He sighs heavily, scooting over to your side and awkwardly patting your back. “Breathe.”
You manage to slow your breathing, and take a few good deep breaths. Then you immediately stumble to your feet. “…Sorry. I’ll head back now.”
His hand is around your wrist before you can even register that he’s gotten up. “Why are you out here so late, crying in the damn courtyard?”
“It’s nothing. Just a bad dream, you murmur, tugging your hand away from him and heading back inside.
You feel assessing eyes on your back as you walk, and you can’t help but look down at your hand, that hand that you wore a ring on for a year and a half.
You’ve fallen silent, chewing your lip and looking off to the side. The reporter tilts her head, raising a brow.
“She just needed a fresh start,” Levi answers for you, placing a hand on your hip for reassurance. “And that’s what she got.”
She accepts that answer, writing down the words. “Now, how did you two end up together? Was it live at first sight?”
Levi scoffs. “Far from it.”
You glare at him. “Well, I liked you.”
“No, you hated me. You just wanted to fuck.”
“Thank you, Hange,” you grin, folding up the card again and tucking it back into the envelope, which reads ‘Congrats, new Captain!’. “I really appreciate it.”
A year in the Survey Corps flew by fast, and you had shown immense skill in the craft, therefore earning the title of Captain of your very own squad.
But your skills weren’t the only thing that had developed. You and Levi tolerated each other now, even if he thought you were loud and chaotic and you thought he was grumpy and sad, like a lonely old man.
And yet, you were drawn to him. He was handsome, and every once in a while you’d say something that would make his mouth tilt up, and… that mouth. It would be the death of you.
Hange heads out, leaving you alone in your room for the first time in hours. Everybody had been in and out, offering congratulations and words of advice.
You sink back onto your bed, yawning. It’s been a long day, and now you just want to sleep—
But a knocking comes on your door, and in walks Levi.
“I could have been naked,” you grin as he strides over, dumping a pile of paperwork on your desk.
“Captains have more paperwork than everybody else. I’ve been assigned to show you how to fill it out.”
“I bet you were hoping I was naked” you tease, but get up anyway, running a hand down your face as you stand next to him.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You’re boring.”
“Boring? Really?”
“Yeah.”
There is a short silence, with Levi sorting through the papers. And suddenly, you are very aware of the fact that you are in your bedroom, alone, with Levi Ackerman.
And apparently he’s aware of it too, because he gives you a look.
And then you jump on him.
The reporter laughs and scratches a few things down on her pad of paper, her eyes crinkling around the edges. “And what year was this?”
“We met in 846, and then started seeing each other romantically in 847,” you explain. You open a lollipop and stick it in your mouth.
The reporter only stares at you, a brow lifted and eyes narrowed.
“Eleven years ago,” Levi says, and then she nods and writes it down.
“What—”
“Different years,” Levi murmurs, shaking his head. “They’re in the damn 1900’s, remember.”
You flush, blood rushing to your ears and cheeks. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with the rest of the world, you always forget that years are different and you can take a plane somewhere and getting a papercut doesn’t mean you might die of sepsis.
For you, it’s still 858.
“Did you two personally know Eren Jaeger?”
You crouch by the bars, tilting your head as you examine him. Just a child. Skinny. He couldn’t hurt a fly.
“This is the titan child?” You ask, squinting. “He’s, what, fifteen?”
“Yes. Please step back,” Levi says. “You don’t need to be that close.”
“He’s like a fleck of dirt in a crop field. I need to be this close to see him. Are you sure he really—“
The chains on his arms rattle, and you skitter back, slamming into the wall beside Levi.
“Careful,” he scowls, brushing dirt off of your shoulder.
“What… happened?” The boy asks, rubbing his eyes.
Erwin launches into a full explanation, and by the time he’s done the boy looks completely lost.
“You’re… the commander of the Survey Corps,” he looks at Erwin, “…And Captain Levi, and Captain {Y/N}… where am I?”
“A dungeon—”
Erwin keeps speaking, but a thump near the staircase catches your attention. You stride off, past the MP guards, and peek around the corner.
There, struggling against a guard, is the young girl that you’ve been told is Mikasa.
You scowl, shutting the door behind yourself and storming up to her.
“Calm down,” you whisper, taking both her wrists in one hand and pushing her up against a wall. “Do you realize what you’re risking here?”
“You don’t understand, I need to see him—”
“Shut up. You’re risking his freedom by coming this close. Go back upstairs.”
She glares at you, damn near baring her teeth. But you hold firm, and she slowly nods.
“Good, now go.”
You release her, and with one final glance over her shoulder, she trudges up the stairs.
You run a hand through your hair, thinking to yourself: these new scouts are going to be an issue, aren’t they?
“Yes,” you say, nodding. “We knew all of the kids.”
“All of them?” she asks, furiously scratching down your words.
“We were both captains when Eren’s year entered the corps — we trained them. Of course we knew them all.”
“On my squad,” you read off of your paper, speaking to the large crowd in front of you — all the scouts that will be on the next expedition. “…I am pulling in an extra scout. Mikasa Ackerman will join me in the center ranks.”
Whispers run through the crowd, and you step off of the stage, taking your spot next to Levi in the captains line. Erwin picks up a speech, talking about the squad formations.
A tap on your shoulder makes you turn, and your eyes widen as you’re met with your favorite chaos trio: Jean, Sasha, and Connie.
“Get into your formation,” you hiss.
“But, here’s the thing,” Jean whispers. “I’ve been really great during training. What do I have to do to get on your squad?”
“Jean!” you narrow your eyes. “You are not getting on my squad.”
“I would bring you food every day,” Sasha pleads, putting her hands out in a prayer position. “Please! We’d be the best squad ever.”
You actually pause to consider that for the food, but Levi stomps on your foot. “Ow— Uhm, no. Now return to formation or I’ll bump you down a squad.”
They skitter off, moving through the crowd. You just hope that they’ll go to the right place this time.
You sigh, facing forward again. You’ve already heard everything that Erwin has to say, so this is all repeat to you.
You brush your hand against Levi’s, and his pinky touches yours. You lock them together, resisting the urge to just lean into his warmth.
Pinkies locked, you wait out the rest of the assembly.
“Would you say you were close with any of them?”
Levi shrugs. “They respected me. They loved her.”
“Oh, they loved you too,” you grin, patting his shoulder. “Loved you enough for Historia to smack you the second she was legally allowed to.”
“Have there been any hardships?” The reporter cuts in.
You pause. Levi pauses.
“Of course,” he murmurs, voice softer now. He brushes his fingertips against your thigh.
As soon as you make it in through the gate, Levi is at your side, pulling his horse up next to yours.
“Let me look,” he murmurs, beckoning with his hand.
You shake your head, cradling your messily bandaged hand to your chest. “No.”
“{Y/N}. Let me look,” his voice is more stern now.
You know the damage. You found a cloaked figure up high in the trees, you went for the attack, and they were faster than you. It was a clean cut. Your index and middle fingers are gone, as well as a chunk of your thumb.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“I can’t take it off ‘till I reach the medics,” you whisper back, turning away from him. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
But he doesn’t leave. He stays by your side, silently. He rides with you all the way to the scout headquarters, silently. He walks with you to the medics, without a single word.
The medics take one look at you, and, having heard that you were coming in, usher you into a private room.
There are three medics with you, which means they consider your injury a serious one.
The lead medic closes the door, and then turns to you with a pitiful smile. “Let’s take a look, alright captain?”
You cradle your hand closer to your chest. You feel like a child, not wanting to accept what’s happened. But it’s… your hand… this is forever.
Levi gently touches your arm. “You don’t have to look.”
You can’t remember the last time Levi was so soft with you. You’ve been with him for years by now, but he’s just not a soft person.
Nevertheless, he pulls your face against his shoulder, stroking your hair. He carefully pulls your wrapped hand away from you, holding it out for the medics.
You feel it immediately when they start pulling the bandages off, and you bury your face into Levi’s shirt, whimpering.
“You’re alright. They’ve almost got it off,” he murmurs, holding your face against his chest.
The wrapping falls away, and there’s a soft gasp from one of the medics, followed by Levi stiffening.
“Is it bad?” you moan, crying out as someone prods something painful.
“Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“It’s not good. But it’s a clean cut, so they’re going to clean it and stitch it up for you. You’ll be fine.”
You fist his shirt. “…Please don’t go.”
He pulls you a little closer. “I won’t. I won’t leave your side.”
The next thing you know, they’ve stuck your hand in alcohol, and you’re screaming.
You tuck your half-hand into your pocket, out of the reporter’s watchful gaze.
“But you two are married, correct?”
Levi nods. “Yes.”
“When were you married?”
You look to Levi, smiling softly. “Well, twice. Once in Paradis, and they don’t acknowledge Paridian marriage licenses here, so we did it all over again a couple years ago.”
“When was the first time?”
Your hand has become a focus for you.
Just as you lay in bed now, holding your two and a half fingers above your head. The stitches have been taken out, leaving you with pinky and ring fingers, two little nubs cut below the first knuckle, and half of a thumb. It’s still healing, but this is pretty much what your hand will look like. Forever. Till the day you finally croak.
The door swings open, and you immediately feel Levi’s cold, calculating gaze. “Are you picking at it again?”
“No,” you roll your eyes. “Just looking. Y’know, at least I still have a ring finger.”
“Why does that matter?” He asks. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up, then sits on the bed beside you and starts on his boots.
“So one day I could wear a wedding ring.”
He pauses. You pause, realizing what just came out of your mouth.
He turns to face you, leaving one boot on and the other half off. “You’re interested in marriage.”
Suddenly your face feels hot. “…Yeah.”
“To me?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s really what you want?”
You nod, chewing your lip.
“Then marry me.” His face stays completely blank.
You sit up slowly, eyes wide. “You— you wanna marry me?”
“You already know that I love you. If you want marriage, it’s only logical that—”
You cut him off by tackling him, sending the both of you tumbling off the bed. Levi twists so that he’ll hit the ground and you’re just land on him, but you have no time to ask if he’s okay between all the kisses you’re showering across his face.
He scoffs. “Enough, woman.”
“You wanna be stuck with me!? Really?!” You grin, sitting up to be straddling his waist.
“I guess so.”
You throw your arms over your head, starting to sing to yourself. “You looooove me, you wanna maaaarry me, I’m gettin’ maaaarried,” you snap to your own little beat, dancing on his waist.
You look down at him, beaming, just to find him watching you with soft gray eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
The reporter smiles and nods, then looks over her notes. “Well, I just have one more question, and then I’ll leave you two be.”
Levi looks quite ready to be done, so you speak up. “Just make it quick.”
She nods, looking up at you one last time. “Did everyone else know you two were together?”
You sigh, reaching behind you and pulling your hair out of its ponytail. It’s been a long day, and all you want is to refill your ODM fuel for tomorrow and go to bed.
You approach the supply closet, but pause when you hear voices. You peer in, eyes widening at the sight.
Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, and Bertholdt all crowd around a table, coins in piles. But there are no cards. No game.
“Listen,” Connie says, throwing up his hands. “It’s just gotta be someone in the Survey Corps. There’s no way it’s not!”
“But wouldn’t we know if it was?” Jean adds, rubbing his chin. “There aren’t too many options.”
“Miche?” Mikasa proposes, spinning a coin in her fingers.
“What? No,” Eren scoffs. “Absolutely not. Armin, what do you think?”
Armin lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “I already lost my money on the bet that Captain {Y/N} would stay single. I thought she was the type to not want or need a man.”
Ah. So they’re betting… on my love life!?
“Well, she’s wearing a ring, that’s for sure…” Sasha rubs her chin. “What if it’s Levi?”
There’s a beat of silence.
Everyone in the room erupts into laughter.
“Ha! Her and Levi? When pigs fly!” Eren laughs, banging his fist on the table.
“You’re such an idiot,” Connie grins, shoving Sasha. “I’d say she’s a lesbian before that!”
You smirk and roll your eyes, walking away from the room. You just know that they’re gonna be knocked off their feet when they find out.
“No, no, it took them quite a while to find out,” you laugh, shaking your head. “They couldn’t have guessed it if they’d put all their little brains together — and believe me, they did.”
“So, how did they find out?”
“Alrighty, Armin,” you sigh, running a hand over your head. “Let’s get this transformation done. The area is cleared for miles, so just give me a few minutes to get out of dodge, and you’ll get the smoke signal to go ahead.”
He nods, chewing his lip.
“Hey,” you pat his shoulder. “You’ve got this.”
With that done, you turn, shooting your grappling hooks into a tree and soaring off into the forest.
After a few minutes, you’re damn near in the safe zone.
Near.
And then the sky lights up like a Christmas tree.
As expected, a massive explosion sounds behind you, and your ears immediately start to ring. More concerning, however, is the shrapnel made of trees and dirt and rocks flying your way.
You shriek, turning forward once more and zipping your way through the trees. Except, you have to hold your left sword in a weird way because of your hand, and then a gush of wind hits you and—
The branch you’re swinging from snaps, and you’re sent tumbling to the ground, unable to right yourself.
The grass gets nearer and nearer, and you fumble with your swords. But you won’t make it. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, and accept your fate—
Until you collide with Levi’s chest, and his arms are around you, and you’re zipping towards the safe zone.
“Holy shit,” you wheeze, coughing on stirred up dust. You grip his shoulders, shaking from all of the adrenaline rushing through you.
You’re back in the group with the others in no time, and Levi immediately puts you on the ground. But you don’t get a hug and a ‘thank god you’re alive.’ No, Levi puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes you.
“Are you crazy?” He hisses, gripping your jaw with one hand. “I’ve told you to hold your swords upside down like I do, so this wouldn’t happen. You almost died, and all because of your idiocy—”
“Levi—”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. You cannot go dying on me, you hear me? I will not lose you.”
You bite your lip, putting a hand on his chest. “Levi…”
“You are such a fucking idiot. I cannot believe I married someone who would risk her own life like that. You need to value yourself, damn it! You cannot leave me here alone—”
You shut him up with a kiss, rooting your hand in his hair. He kisses you back without hesitation, his hands flying to your waist.
“You’re not going to lose me,” you murmur, pulling away. “You saved me. You caught me. And I’m confident that you always will.”
His jaw clenches, a muscle feathering, and he opens his mouth, but a voice from the right interrupts whatever he had planned to say.
“Did I, uh… miss a chapter?” Jean asks.
You look over to find almost all of Eren’s friend group standing there, dumbfounded. Hange sits up in a tree, grinning ear to ear, but they’ve known about you two for years.
You grin, shaking your head. “The money goes to Sasha.”
“AND YOU ALL CALLED ME STUPID!” Sasha shrieks, throwing her hands up in the air.
“That’s all I need,” the reporter nods, and closes her notebook, tucking away her pen. “Nice meeting you two, heroes.”
She leaves with a wink, and just in time, because a little refugee boy has approached, hands behind his back.
You give him a soft smile, kneeling to be on his level. “Would you like a lollipop?”
The boy nods, giving a shy smile.
Levi reaches into his box, holding out a blue lollipop. He gives the child his softest smile, and in that smile you see it all.
You see the man that saved your ass more times than you can count. The man who presses a kiss to your temple when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. The man who blushes when you run your hands down his chest. The man who doesn’t give anyone that soft smile of his, except for on very rare occasions.
Your man.
The center of your universe.
The boy takes his lollipop, bows at the waist, and then skitters off with a mumbled ‘thank you.’
You watch him go, and then you turn back, met with Levi, holding out a lollipop to you.
You press a kiss to his scarred knuckles and take it, giving him your own soft smile. “I love you.”
“Yeah, you too, brat,” he chuckles, turning back to the box of candy.
And you remember the nights you spent eating sweets he brought back for you from town.
You remember every night with him.
Because Levi is your world. Your one and only.
And he always will be, from now until the end of time.
@jeannineee be proud of me bitch <3
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Stars
JJK man of choice x Curse!Reader
Choices that won't work for this piece: any non-human character (maybe choso?) and assholes (toji. just toji)
wc: 700
warnings: kinda sad ngl. but none other than that
a/n: i had an idea. and then i didnt know which character to write it for. so you pick. (kinda nanami/geto/other chill character coded im ngl) this is all over the place but i needed it out of my system. anyways have fun
The stars have fascinated you for as long as you can remember.
You find yourself staring at them tonight, sitting on the roof of the building you’ve lived in for the past three years. Your knees are tucked to your chest, shingles digging into the soles of your bare feet.
But you just can’t help it. You wanted to watch the stars. So you are.
Your thumbs rub over your knees, feeling the velvet skin underneath. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in this body, or that you can’t even recall what it was like when you were a mindless curse, your skin never feels like your own. You’re not human — you couldn’t even pretend that, given that most people can’t even see you. But you look like one, to those that can see you. Sometimes you feel like one.
So this body is yours, in the end.
Why, then, does it often feel so strange?
“You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
You wouldn’t have even been able to sense his presence if it hadn’t been for the cursed energy radiating off of him. It’s rare to see him like this, out of his normal gear.
“Sorry,” you say, not sounding very apologetic. “Needed air.”
“You’re a curse. You don’t need oxygen.”
“I feel like I do.”
He sighs, and sits next to you, leaning back on his hands. “Why are you up?”
You shrug, gesturing up towards the sky. “The sky is pretty. It’d be a waste to not look at it.”
He’s silent. Like he knows you’re lying.
“Have you ever had a fascination with the sky?”
“No.”
You open and close your mouth once, then twice— and then frown. “Maybe that’s not a human thing. You have such trivial fascinations, sometimes.”
“Like what?”
“Money. Fame. Being better than everyone else.”
“And the sky isn’t trivial?”
“The sky stays,” you stand up, starting to walk up and down the center of the roof. “It remains above you, always.”
There’s a long pause. It’s not exactly uncomfortable. You’ve lived with this man long enough, had him close enough to understand his silence at times.
“Is it alright if I ask you something?” he inquires, tilting his head forward. A piece of hair falls over his forehead.
“Fire away.”
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be human?”
Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough a little. “Sometimes.”
“Go on.”
You sigh, sinking back down into your position next to him, laying back on the roof and staring up at the stars once more. “December 7th, 1989, I open my eyes for the very first time in this body. I would later discover that I was something else before then, some sort of a mindless curse, made out of the broken hearts of humans,” your eyelids flutter shut. “But at that moment, I knew that I was… other. I understood what a human was, but had no understanding of what they think or why they do what they do. I’ve come to learn that humans have a much broader sense of life than I do. And I wish I had that. That thrill of a first love, the heart-pounding nervousness of a virgin about to have sex with the one they believe is their future, the satisfying smile a couple gives each other on their deathbeds knowing that they have done everything together, lived their lives through and through. All I know is the fear of love. The cry your heart gives when you hold out your hand and they step away, the shattering of hope when they reject you, when they die and leave you behind. It’s built into me. And I wish I could see the other side.”
His hand reaches out, his finger brushing your cheek. “You’re closer to humans than any other curse. Hell, that’s why you’re here. I was assigned to take you under my wing, make sure you weren’t a psychopath like most conscious curses. But you aren’t. I once watched you sit outside and watch a bee for twenty minutes. And I think that’s the most human thing — you admire the beauty of life, of humanity.”
And for the very first time, a tear slips down your cheek. He wipes it away.
“See?” he holds up his damp thumb. “Human.”
“…Human,” you nod, chewing your lip.
His hand slips around to cradle the side of your face, tilting your head up to meet his, noses brushing. An unfamiliar heat creeps up your spine as you admire those perfect eyes of his.
“Let me show you the other side.”
And you let him.
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Clairvoyant: Visions (pt. 2)
Nanami Kento x International Sorcerer!Clairvoyant!Reader
Prologue (heavily encouraged to read this first.)
wc: 2.3k
warnings: mention of blood/gore (brief descriptions), very short sexual cues, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS you MUST be finished with season 2 please & ty
a/n: requests are always open, submit shit, im bored <3
“Nanamin,” Yuji calls, finding his teacher standing in the back of the assembly hall, his face pale. “What does this mean?”
“It means we’re getting a visitor,” Nanami frowns, hands tensed at his sides.
“Then why is everyone so worried?”
“Because,” Gojo joins in, grinning, having appeared out of nowhere. “Everyone here is a worrywart. Nothing is going to happen.”
“Did you not receive the code?” Nanami raises a brow. “The damned Reaper Repeller is coming. The kids don’t deserve to be lied to.”
“…What’s the Reaper Repeller?” Yuji tilts his head to the side. “Some weapon?”
“I met her a couple times,” Gojo’s smile widens. “She’s pretty damn cool. She’s part of the International Squad and can see the future, so when she shows up it either means that our superiors deemed that a mission needed an extra hand, or that she saw something and is coming to change what she saw. Last time, she saw that I was gonna make a building fall or something, so she gave me a certain set of rules, like what to not do. No buildings fell, so she’s pretty legit.”
“That was an 18C18 code,” Nanami grumbles. “That didn’t even require an assembly. This is an 18J18.”
“…What’s that one, again?” Gojo gives a sheepish smile.
“I’m so lost,” Yuji mumbles, looking between the two. “18?”
Megumi walks up, followed by Nobara, and joins the conversation. “This is a J?”
Nanami nods.
“How do you break down the codes?” Nobara adds.
Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The eighteens are for R and R, due to her nickname. The letter in the middle represents what she saw. For example, she showed up to Canada a few months ago on a code 18A18, which meant a battle would cause some sort of dispute that would stir trouble. B means she saw a civilian or two die. C means she saw mass civilian death. And so on, until J. It’s the maximum letter.”
“And?” Nobara pushes, raising a brow.
“It means she saw something very bad, and everyone has been gathered to be told who is set to die.”
Stepping off the jet, you haul your suitcase behind you, and are immediately greeted by two men. You know them both — you studied the entire Japanese Sorcerer database on your way here.
Kiyotaka Ijichi, clad in a suit with a grimace on his face.
Masamichi Yaga, principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High and teacher to one of the students you watched die.
“We would welcome you, but we know you aren’t here with good news,” Yaga says with a sigh, straightening his uniform. “Please, follow us. Ijichi will take your bags.
The pilot of your jet is already helping Mila unload the twenty-three suitcases you brought, all full to the brim with weapons and necessary training items you handpicked to make sure you turn the gate of Shibuya.
“My associate will get them,” you gesture to Mila, who is currently hooking all of the bags onto her extra limbs, leaning back a little from the weight. You grip the handle of your singular personal suitcase.
The two men nod, not bothering to even try arguing with you. Why would they, when you’ve come with death biting your heels?
You slip sunglasses off of your forehead and over your eyes, following them as you approach three cars, sleek and black with a subtle Jujutsu symbol on the back license plate.
It’s a short car ride over, one in which you and Mila sit silently in the back of a limo, while Yaga tries to ask you questions. Nobody gets a private briefing, that’s just how you operate. You avoid all his inquiries with vague comments, crossing your legs and sipping a glass of sparkling water. International sorcerers are known for kind of being hardasses anyway, so
You pull up to the school in no time, and Yaga escorts you and Mila through the building, down hallways and around corners. Eventually, he stops outside a large set of double doors and turns to face you.
“This is the assembly hall. All of Japan’s sorcerers are gathered behind these doors,” he gestures to the entrance. “Please remember that we have children in there.”
“I know,” you whisper. “One of them dies.”
Yaga goes very still, and you walk past him, opening the doors and immediately finding yourself on a slightly elevated platform.
A massive crowd of dark blue uniforms stands before you, all falling quiet at your entry.
You step forward, approaching a podium. Mila has her spider limbs tucked away, as to not appear threatening. She hands you a stack of papers, and you gather them, placing them on the podium as you lean forward to speak onto the microphone.
“Good Evening, sorcerers. My name is (Y/n). I won’t stretch this meeting to be longer than needed. My technique is Clairvoyance, and I am here because I have seen the future of a battle here in Japan. It will take place in Shibuya, on October 31st.”
A murmur goes through the crowd, but you clear your throat to recapture their full attention.
“I do not want you to be afraid. My visions can be changed. Without me, there will be sorcerer death, irrevocable damage, and the snuffing out of thousands of lives, including civilians. But I am here to help. To do so effectively, I will call forward the names of the affected. I will save your lives. Stop you from losing limbs. Prevent disaster. Do not be afraid.”
The room goes deadly silent.
“Nanami Kento.”
And just like that, the crowd erupts once more.
A man in the back of the crowd — the blond that you saw burnt and ultimately exploded — nods to the pink-haired boy at his side and starts making his way through the crowd.
With a sharp raising of my hand, the crowd goes silent once more, as Nanami passes soldiers who give him solemn nods.
“Kugisaki Nobara.”
You continue calling names, until you have at least a dozen sorcerers in front of you. Too many are children. There are managers, too, and other people in suits.
Your eyes skim the crowd, then fall back to your paper, which has crumpled in your grip. You call the last name, knowing what reaction you’ll get.
“Gojo Satoru.”
The crowd erupts, the room filling shouts and surprised cries and confused discussion.
The Untouchable.
You take a steadying breath at the rowdiness and gesture towards a private briefing room to your left, raising your voice to a shout.
“I will now ask for those who have been called to follow my associate here into a separate room. You all will be privately briefed. The rest of you… you will get the minimum details from your superiors.”
With that, you step back from the podium, and even more of the gathered sorcerers start shouting, demanding more details. You ignore them — you have to. Mila guides the called ones into a side room, just as you approach a small group of superiors and give them the very basics: there will be a city cratering, and the start of many bad, bad situations. You inform them that you will be making ideal teams for the mission, which you will release in a few days’ time.
With dragging feet, you force yourself to walk to the side room, where all of the ill-fated sorcerers are.
So far, at least.
Dealing with the future is a tricky business. Changing one thing, even so simple as this meeting, will cause different futures, which you will see and have to adapt to.
You swing open the door, and find everyone already sitting at a long, oval table.
“I’m sure you’re all not happy to be here,” you take a corner of the room to stand in, crossing your arms and attempting to look as non threatening as possible. “Unfortunately, this meeting is necessary. I’ll call you each one by one into a private space, to be told what will happen without intervention. From there, we’ll talk about options—”
“(Y/n),” Gojo interrupts, leaning back in his chair like this is all just a game. “You know me. I don’t really need to be here, do I?”
“You do.”
“What’s gonna happen, I get a scratch? Lose a limb? Shoko will fix all of that,” he drawls, putting his hands behind his head.
“Gojo, you’re going to be sealed in a box, and then a shit ton of people are going to die or be injured trying to save your ass,” you reply, narrowing your eyes. “You need to be here.”
No more arguments come.
You step forward, softening your expression, and your eyes land on the blond man, sans goggles — Nanami Kento. He’s handsome, even if in the back of your mind you still see that burned half of him. You decide he’ll be the first.
“Kento, right?” You drop the formalities — which you’re happy to do anyway, since you usually struggle with those when you’re in Japan. “Please, come with me.”
His jaw tenses as his eyes flick over you, and then he stands. You escort him into a small private room, closing the door behind you. There’s three comfortable chairs and a little coffee table, which has tissues and a pitcher of water with glasses on it. Comfort items, because people often cry.
Kento sits in one chair, and you take the one across from him. He’s exactly as you imagined in your vision. Tall, muscular, with a sharp jaw to match. He smells like vanilla and cedar. Except this time, the putrid scent of burning flesh is left out. He’s so… lovely.
“Lay it on me,” he clasps his hands together in his lap, after pulling his goggles off.
You chew your bottom lip. You usually don’t have issues with this part of the process; the bluntness is part of your job. But something about this man is putting you off, making your mind stagger behind your duty. Typically, there’s a sniffling/worried/sobbing/angry person in front of you. But Kento? He’s so… ready for this. Not upset at all.
“You would die a hero,” you whisper.
Then you blink, realizing what you said. There’s no need for comfort here. Excessive sweetening of the truth is just counterproductive. And yet, something in you is screaming at you not to stop.
“In your current fate, a curse burns half of your body. And yet, you still fight. On death’s door, you would be noble. A good mentor for your students. One they would miss dearly,” a tear pricks at the edge of your eye. “The curse by the name of Mahito is the one to finish you off. But we will stop that path. You will live, that I can be sure of. I’m sure your future has already changed, just because this conversation is setting the base for the weeks of prevention training to come.”
If anything is going through his head, he doesn’t show it. “Does your technique show you when the future changes?”
You scratch the back of your neck. “In a way. My technique has a mind of it’s own. I can typically foresee imminent death a few moments before it happens, but I can also get mass visions like I got of Shibuya. If I need something more specific, like to see if your future changes, I would have to touch you, and then see what my technique gives… me…”
You trail off as he holds out his hand, eyes focused with intent.
“Please,” he murmurs.
You nod, slowly sliding your hand against his—
“Oh my gods, that’s a lot of roses,” your jaw drops, eyes widening at the sight before you.
Your bed is littered with roses. The floor is covered in its petals. It’s beautiful, and the scent fills your nose with a loveliness like no other.
“You deserve every last one,” Kento grins, coming up behind you and kissing the nape of your neck. His arms slide around your waist. “For honoring me in being my wife.”
“Wife,” you giggle, tossing your head back to gaze up at him. “I’m never gonna get used to that. Mrs. Nanami,” your tone becomes sing-songy as you admire your engagement ring.
“Always and forever, my love,” he leans down, claiming your mouth with his. His thumbs rub against your hips, then move inwards, moving up and down the seam of your jeans crotch, as you feel him against your ass—
You pull your hand away quickly, blinking as you snap back to reality. You look to his hand, then to his face, but all you can see are his lips, those lips that kisses you better than you’ve ever been kissed in that vision—
“What did you see?” He asks, leaning forward. “What did you see?”
You open and close your mouth. Once. Twice. Thrice.
“Well…” you start, chewing your lip. “…You live past Shibuya, that I’m certain of.”
Relief crosses his face, and he relaxes, all as your heart pounds harder.
You glance down at your left hand, the hand that now feels too light without a diamond on it. Then you glance back up to him, and even though his expression gives nothing away, you know from that vision that something else is brewing in that beautiful, beautiful head of his.
Because this man? Nanami Kento?
He’ll be your husband.
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ACOTAR
Series
Eris x Reader x Azriel
“Unexpected”
Synopsis: You're all set to be mated to Eris... that is, until an unexpected Illyrian shows up and turns the day on its head.
Status: Ongoing
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
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ACOTAR Men x Reader
"Bats and Fire"
Synopsis: it's all the acotar men x f!monster hunter reader. What could go wrong?
Can be read in any order, though I recommend chronological for all references to line up.
Status: Ongoing
01 - The Very Beginnings
02 - Food Feuds
03 - Hell
04 - The Calendar Situation
Oneshots:
Lucien x Reader x Eris
After Work
JJK
One Shots
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The Game ***
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Gojo x Reader x Sukuna:
“Cursed Creatures” ***
Synopsis: It's the beginning of a new school year at Jujutsu High, and as a semi-humanoid, special grade curse who has worked for the school for decades, you feel ready to take on the new students with your fellow mentors by your side.. at least, you thought you were.
Status: Ongoing
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
AOT
One Shots
Levi:
Lollipops
Baldur's Gate 3
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Astarion x Reader
"Astarion Rewrites"
Synopsis: The Astarion x Tav romance needs more fun. More dubious tav. Chaos. Satire, humor, spice. This is the series in which I rewrite classic Astarion scenes to have just that. My asks are open for specific rewrites! I try to write gn!tav here, but it may lean towards fem.
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Cursed Creatures: Chapter Two, "Stupid Ideas"
Chapter One
fanbase: jjk
S. Gojo x Reader x Sukuna
Summary: After a long night of hunting, you come up with a plan - probably a very bad idea, actually.
WC: 4.9k
Warnings: none on this chapter
A/N: Requests are open.
This is a bad idea.
A very bad idea.
My human soul screams at me, yet I continue my trek. Coated in curse blood, body aching, I make my way to the student dormitories. The sun has yet to rise, shying away under the horizon, as if it too is avoiding my plan.
It takes me less than a minute at my speed to reach the window I want. I slip in, knowing he isn’t asleep. I’ve spoken to him about sleeping hours, and know for a fact that he wakes up before sunrise to shower, get some work done, and then nap until classes start.
“Psst.”
“Jesus shit fuck—“ Fushiguro exclaims, stumbling back from the bathroom door, where he just emerged in a towel.
“Sorry,” I whisper, raising a finger to my lips in a plea to keep quiet. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I need a hand with something. I trust you to help.”
His eyes flick over me, and he frowns. I’m sure he’s disapproving of the blood that’s seeped into the leather fighting gear I summoned and donned. Dripping onto his floor.
“The blood is for a purpose.”
“…Sure,” he crosses to the dresser and pulls out a pair of pants. “What do you need?”
I turn, allowing him the privacy to change. “I’m going to say a little hello to Sukuna.”
“What?” He hisses, and I feel his gaze scorching the back of my neck. “Gojo said you were revealing yourself to him tomorrow, in front of him and the council.”
“Yes, well I gave the council a few.., white lies, about my full history with Sukuna,” I chew one of my long nail-claws. “His reaction may be different than they initially expect.”
Fushiguro sighs and grumbles something incoherent under his breath, and then he steps out in front of me, now donning a uniform. “What do I need to do?”
“Stand guard. Give me a demon dog, and I’ll bring it with me. I’ll send it back with red or green fabric: red means I fucked up and you need to go alert the council, and more importantly Gojo, while green means you can go to bed and sleep peacefully knowing that hell has not broken loose,” I explain, pulling two scarves out of the pockets at my thighs. “Easy peasy.”
He seems wary, eyes flicking between me and the fabrics. He frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t tell me you’re colorblind.”
He snorts, but shakes his head and moves for the door. “Let’s get this over with.”
I grin, patting the boy on the shoulder with my only bloodless hand. He winces anyway, but leads the way towards what I assume must be Itadori’s room.
At the end of the hall, he gestures towards a door and summons a pitch black hound to his side. It pants happily in my presence, and I give it a good pat.
“This is his room.”
“Is he a heavy sleeper?”
He snorts, nodding. “It’s an effort to get him up for classes.”
I give him one final confirming gesture, and slowly open the door. I levitate myself off the ground, not leaving any bloodied footprints as I slip into the bedroom, allowing the dog in with me before saluting Fushiguro and clicking the door shut.
I motion for the dog to be quiet, and I slip through the room, finding a sleeping Itadori. I float to his side, allowing a finger to graze his hand.
“I wonder,” I breathe. “When he’s asleep, are you asleep, too?”
Nothing.
I skim a hand down his smooth cheek, imagining what this boy looks like with Sukuna’s tattoos. My breath hitches at the thought. “No access to his body when he’s asleep? Not at all?”
I sigh, pricking my finger. No reaction. I slide the blood under his nose, and then across his face, painting Sukuna’s tattoos. I repeat the action for his hand, painting the twin rings around his wrist — and then a third.
The triplet rings cause memories to flood through me, and I stifle a gasp.
I took the ink brush out of his hand, laughing softly at his frown. “It’s my turn.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but I shook my head, silencing him with a soft kiss. He breathed cursed energy into it, either intentionally or accidentally granting me more power.
“Careful,” I whispered, pulling my mouth away and taking his wrist. “If you give me more power, Athalia may struggle.”
He fell silent, allowing me to ink a third ring around his forearm. After a long pause and only half of the ring complete, he spoke. “You deserve all of my power.”
My eyelids fluttered, but I gazed up at him nonetheless. “Sukuna, I-“
“So formal,” he interrupted, giving a cocky grin.
“My love,” I fixed the name, reaching up to trace his tattoos with an index finger. “I am half mortal. I’m sitting in my human form. Your power would destroy me — and give me less control over Athalia. And boost her ego.”
He snorted, nipping my finger when it reached his lips. “I have already given you most of what power you have. What’s a little more?”
“It could strain you, too,” I murmured, lowering my hand to resume painting the ink band.
“Nonsense. I see your soul. You could handle it. I can feel that.”
I loosed a breath, raising his hand to allow access to the soft bottom of his wrist. I painted over thick veins and muscle. “I don’t want your power. Besides, you’re here anyway: you can just watch my back.”
“They’ll kill me. Soon.”
My breath hitched in my throat. My eyes flitted up to his, catching a rare moment of vulnerability glimmering in his eyes. “What do you speak of?”
“The humans. Sorcerers. They are gathering. I can sense it, I feel their planning. This may be this body’s downfall.”
I stared down at his hand in mine, swallowing becoming difficult as saliva flooded my mouth, stomach churning.
“You said this body.”
“Yes. I’ve learned how to push my soul into each of my fingers. When I die, they will be severed and they will be indestructible special-grade objects. Eating them will grant great power to curses, which will keep my soul shards effectively passing between holders, and give me the best chance at one day gaining a vessel.”
“…You don’t mean…”
He took my chin between his index finger and thumb, tipping my head up to meet his gaze. “Take three of my hands, my princess.”
I gawked, my resolve faltering at the thought of all that power—
“No,” I sputtered. “No. That’s a dangerous power, not one that I am comfortable with Athalia having access to just yet.”
A mouth formed at the base of my neck, revealed by the deep V in my silk robe. It grinned, and then spoke. “Then take two hands. You don’t have to use the power for killing like he does. It could bring good.”
Sukuna tsked, placing his hand over Athalia’s opened hole. “Let her decide,” he murmured, then flicked his eyes up to me. “She has a point.”
I scowled, finishing the ink band and standing. “I’m done here. Athalia, close it.”
She didn’t, and I felt a tugging at my skin as the mouth frowned prettily. “Two hands. That’s not terrible.”
“I’ll make a pact with you,” Sukuna said, halting me in my tracks with a tugging on my energy.
“I’m not going to eat any corpse fingers—“
“I’ll stop bothering you with the queen of curses question.”
My heart fluttered. He had repeatedly and consistently asked for my hand in marriage, and for me to sit by his side as his all-powerful queen. Not consort, nor princess, his queen.
But I had denied him that, rejected him, crushed his one wish each time he uttered the words. And each time I felt my heart tear a little, pain coursing through my veins.
I loved him, I really did. But what he was asking… We would have to be a unified front. I would have to kill innocents.
It would tear me apart, and he knew that.
“I’ll never ask you to be my queen again,” he continues, gazing up at me with blank eyes. “You may point out any amount of humans, curses, or other beings or objects, as many times as you’d like, and I will not harm them. In exchange, you allow me to grant you as much power as I physically can while this body breathes, and you take ten fingers upon my death.”
I turned on my heel to face him, not wasting a moment, for fear that he may withdraw the pact. “Three fingers.”
“Seven.”
“Four,” I hissed, “and you’re pushing it.”
“A hand. And you can use all four of these arms for your personal pleasure while I still breathe.”
I snorted a laugh, then approached him once more and held out my hand. “It’s a pact.”
I snap out of my dreamy memory haze, blinking at the sleeping boy under me.
I shake my head, huffing in frustration at my own foolish mind for getting so distracted. I review my work quickly. My blood tattoos will make sure that Sukuna knows I’m asking for him, and the third ring will tip him off it’s me.
Still, for security measures to make sure that it isn’t Itadori who follows me, I conceal my path. I rub my bloodied shoulder over a wall, applying a thick layer of red. Then, I use my pricked finger to draw an arrow through it — facing the window. My blood blends with the curses’, and you can’t see the arrow with human sight. Only Sukuna will be able to tell the difference in the energy.
I slide open the window using energy rather than my bloodied hands, and float out. I gesture for the dog to follow me, and he happily obliged, leaping out onto the grass. I shut the window behind us, and float into the woods. I occasionally leave a drop of my blood on the back of a tree or under a leaf, just so Sukuna can be effectively guided to the clearing I’m headed towards.
When I break through the forest and enter a flower field, I can’t help but sigh. The moonlight strikes my face, illuminating my bloodied clothing. Deciding to fix that, I change into a sweatshirt and leggings with a snap of my fingers, and then crouch down to the hound by my side.
“Okay buddy. Go wake Itadori up, then run back here without letting him see you. When you’re back, hide in a bush. Capishe?”
The dog pants a yes, and then sprints into the foliage.
I sigh heavily, climbing a nearby tree. I crouch on a branch, and then allow my curse features to melt away, leaving me in my natural human body.
I peer down and poke my thigh, frowning.
I need to work out in this form more often.
A bush rustles, and I take that as Divine Dog’s arrival. I train my focus entirely on the clearing, allowing my energy to slip out and look around. It snags on a moving form headed this way, and I pick up on two voices.
“I’m so tired. I just wanna go back to bed, grumpy curse,” the first grumbles. It’s the voice from earlier — Itadori.
“This is important,” my heart flutters at the sound of his voice. Sukuna. “It would be a whole lot easier if you’d let me take over, brat.”
“And have you go on a rampage? No way,” Itadori scoffs, growing nearer with each word. “You’re lucky that I’m even indulging you this much. If I had it my way, I’d have showered and just told Gojo about the weird blood shit in the morning.”
“Well you could sleep in this body while I take over. Those ‘weird blood tattoos’ you’re on about were her way of saying she’s asking for me.”
“She!?” Itadori halts his steps, and my energy picks up on him holding his hand out — presumably where Sukuna is talking from. “Do you have a sneaky link that we’re out here to meet?”
I stifle a laugh, pressing the back of my hand to my lips.
Sukuna definitely picked up on that, because he urges Itadori forward. “Move. Quickly. You gotta trust me for a moment, damn it. This is very important.”
Itadori grumbles, but moves forward anyway, trudging along the path I set with my blood.
I release my energy once they’re close enough for me to hear them on my own. I chew my tongue, wringing my hands — human nervous habits that I never quite dropped.
“If nobody is out here and I missed beauty sleep for nothing, then I’ll exorcize you even if it means I have to slit my own throat.”
“Trust me, she’s here.”
The forest falls deadly silent as they step into the clearing. A few trees back, I wait for one of them to spot my form.
An eye on Itadori’s cheek locks on to me. “Hello, kitty,” he purrs, and the mouth below it spreads into a wicked grin.
I laugh, slinking from tree to tree until I’m easily visible on the edge of the clearing. “If you knew I was the cat, why’d you let Itadori leave?”
“You were the cat? Man, I knew something was weird about that encounter!” Itadori yells, pointing up at me.
Sukuna ignores him. “I didn’t entirely know. I suspected. And Gojo was there.”
There’s a pause, with just his eye burning into me. This time, it’s not predatory. I don’t feel an urge to slink away.
This time, I’m the one in power.
“Itadori,” I say, summoning my certified curse paperwork, plus my academy ID and my registration badges as both a special-grade curse and a special-grade sorcerer. I toss them all at him. “I’m a friend of Gojo’s, and of the academy. Let him take over, and turn a blind eye to our conversation. This is official high-ranking Jujutsu High business.”
He reads over the papers, eyebrows shooting up. He tosses everything back to me, and I let the items vanish back to where they belong. “Yeah, okay… maybe Gojo should be here for this.”
“Gojo knows this is happening,” I lie. “This is fully sanctioned.”
Itadori sighs heavily, and allows his eyes to slip shut. When they open once more, Sukuna’s tattoos have formed under my blood markings.
“Come down, princess,” he grins, holding out his arms.
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, it’s been all these years, and you don’t want to jump into my arms?”
“How are you going to play this?” I ask, leaning against the tree trunk. “Are you going to try to fight me? Try to run?”
“Not at all,” he purrs, and in a blink, he’s gone. I scowl as he appears at my side on the branch. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face. “I want to see what you’ve done with all that power I gave you, and what you’ve accumulated on your own. What techniques do you have?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Fine. How many?”
“Nine.”
He laughs, snaking a hand around my waist and tugging me to him. “I’d bet two are mine. Dismantle and Cleave.”
I shake my head, reaching up to gently push his face away. “I count them as one.”
He scoffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face. “You merged my techniques.”
“Not really. Nine just sounds cooler than ten.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his throat, and he takes both of my wrists, pulling them together and then pinning them above my head in one swift movement. His hips press me to the tree trunk, and I raise a brow.
“You’ve changed.”
“How so?”
“You and Athalia are one now,” his voice drops to a murmur as he places a hand against my chest — the hand with the third ring. “You’ve merged. You have full access to all of her abilities.”
“Athalia was made of my own emotion. I just had to be older, smarter, and wiser for her to allow me access to her arsenal of abilities. After that, she went silent.”
“Her soul is still there,” he brushes a kiss to the fabric over my heart. “Right next to yours. She maintains your curse abilities. Incredible.”
A short silence. He gazes down at me, and then eventually quirks a brow. “Show me your true form.”
I laugh, and plant my foot in his abdomen, pushing him back. “No.” I jump off of the branch, landing smoothly in the center of the meadow. “Come here, puppy,” I pat my leg, and Fushiguro’s dog comes to my side. I give it the green scarf, and motion for it to run off.
“What was that for?” Sukuna is by my side again in a flash, cocking his head to the side as the dog runs off.
“In case I needed backup,” I reply, pulling out the matching red fabric and holding it up. “I’ve decided you’re not going to go for my head.”
“Don’t speak too soon,” he purrs, taking my hand and twirling me. “Show me your true form. The curse form.”
“No.”
“Why, princess?”
“It would bruise your ego. Seeing as you’re stuck in a fifteen year old’s body now, lacking two arms and most of your muscle,” I drop my voice to a whisper as I pout. “And you’re down a few feet.”
He snarls, and I laugh, slipping my hand out of his grip and walking around to his back. I trail my hand over his waist the whole time, and I don’t miss the way his back tenses under my touch.
“I wonder if you’ve lost a few inches too.”
His dark laugh fills the field, and I can’t help the little smile that crosses my lips. “I’ll show you if you show me.”
I bite, literally, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He tenses, but only reaches a hand back to stroke my hair. “Pretty little princess, biting your king?”
“I was testing,” I murmur, carefully dislodging my teeth and brushing the wound with my fingertips. His flesh heals under my touch. “If your blood would change to be curse-like when you’re in control. It doesn’t. You stay fully mortal,” I creep a hand around to his abdomen, tracing a circle around his navel. “Just with a shit ton of cursed energy in here.”
“Show me,” he growls, losing patience.
“You always were persistent. I’ll do it in a minute. For now,” I pull my hand away, tracing my steps back until I’m leaning against the tree. “I’m calling in our pact. I have names for you.”
“You made a pact with Sukuna?”
My head drops at the familiar extra voice, and I raise my hands to cover my face, groaning softly.
“Gojo, you are not supposed to be here,” I hiss, sinking into a defeated crouch.
“We totally missed that in your report,” he goes on. “Did you mention it?”
“It doesn’t need mentioning. Listen, could you leave? I’m kind of in the middle of this-”
Sukuna’s laugh booms through the air, and I hesitantly peel my hands away to look up at him. “So you came and invited me out here without telling your precious sorcerer friend? So sneaky, dear {Y/N}.”
I plant my head in my hands once more, groaning at an obnoxious volume. “Gojo, how did you end up here?”
“I found Fushiguro lurking outside of Itadori’s room, and then one of his dogs came with a green scarf. With your scent on it. I tracked your trail, and now I’m here. Seriously though, you have a pact? And what do names do?” He crouches next to me, yanking my hands away again.
“Sukuna, we’re done here,” I glance back to the curse in a human body. “I’ll find you later for the pact, but for now, I name Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, and Yuji Itadori.”
“What. Does. That. Do?” Gojo grits out, watching me stand and head into the foliage.
“I’ll be back in time to take the second years out on that job,” I say, trudging through the bushes and forming a quick energy portal. “You follow me, and I borrow your technique until dusk. Sukuna, switch out.”
Cursed Technique #5: Borrow and Steal. I can temporarily steal cursed techniques, but it cancels out most of my own, and makes controlling my energy difficult.
I ignore Gojo’s protests and then his pleading hand on my back, stepping through my portal and shutting them all behind me.
I land exactly where I wanted to. The eight-car garage at the base of the mountain. I grin as I survey the eight classy and shiny cars for my choosing.
All mine.
The academy does lots of things to make me happy. The cars is one.
I grab the keys to my favorite, and hop in.
“God’s plan, God’s plan, I hold back, sometimes I won’t, yeah,” Maki sings, hitting the passenger side of the dashboard to the beat.
Panda and Inumaki are quietly munching on the McDonalds I bought everyone on the way. Inumaki taps his foot to the song that Maki picked, and I grin.
“See? I should take you guys on jobs more often. I have nicer rides, I buy food, and you guys get aux.”
“Tuna, salmon,” Inumaki gestures around, a grin on his momentarily uncovered mouth.
“It is a good car,” I reply, tapping the wheel gently. “Ford Mustang, 1969.”
Panda ‘ooooohs’, and I chuckle.
“Whoever lands the finishing blow on the curse we’re headed to can drive it. And picks what I bring in for lunch tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Maki grins, rubbing her chin. “Could I drive the Lambo Aventador?”
“You’re hurting me, that baby’s fresh in the garage,” I sigh, running a hand over my head. “But you can, if you exorcize that curse and pick a restaurant Gojo hates tomorrow.”
Maki laughs, smacking the dashboard. “Are you beefing with Gojo right now?”
“Yes,” I smirk straight back. “And winning. Please get the curse.”
I park outside of a graveyard, and everyone starts to clamber out of the car. I lock it once everyone’s out, and lean against the hood.
“Alrighty, obligatory speech time,” I start, sighing softly as the three groan. “I know, I know, but it’s my job. One, try not to get hurt, and if you’re in over your heads call for me. Two, this curse has kidnapped specifically highschool women, so keep an eye on Maki. Three, should you need to contact me, say my name thrice and I’ll open a mental line. And four,” I gesture to the trio.
“Don’t break the veil at all costs,” Panda and Maki drone back.
“Salmon,” Inumaki confirms, holding up a thumb.
“Alrighty,” I allow my eyes to slip shut and press my fingers together, focusing on the area I want covered. “Emerge from darkness, blacker still. Purify that which is impure.”
A black veil begins to spread over the sky, and I wave them away. “Have fun, and get that curse.”
The trio sprint into the graveyard, and I sigh, patting my car. “Hopefully they won’t need to call me,” I murmur as the veil hits the ground at my feet.
I slink back into the car, leaning back against the seat. I pull out my phone, greeted by twenty-two missed calls and ninety-one texts from: Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️
I roll my eyes, skimming the more recent messages.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:35 am:
Answer my calls.
Your phone has literally never ever in my lifetime been on silent.
Did you block me?
No orgasms for a WEEK if you blocked me.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:39 am:
Okay so
I know we do the whole “fuck and just be friends no strings thing”
But
I was kind of hoping that meant that we can’t break up
Is this a FWB break up??
Missed call from Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:40 am.
Missed FaceTime from Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:41 am.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:49 am:
girl
honey
darling
whatever you want me to call you
answer me
Missed call from Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:50 am
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:55 am:
What is this
People usually don’t ignore me
What is this feeling :(
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 10:59 am:
is this depression?
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:09 am:
fine. you don’t wanna talk? i’ll stop messaging you.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:20 am:
So that line usually works for me.
Baby why you doing this to me (ohhhhh, bruno mars in the background)
(sorry)
Over Sukuna? Because I busted your DANGEROUS little meetup woods party???
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:28 am:
he could have killed you.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:37 am:
Call me.
And don’t steal my technique pls n ty
(7) Missed Calls from Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:40 am:
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 11:58 am:
You do realize that I know what job you’re on, right?
Like I have the address.
Don’t make me come to you.
Sexy Albino 🤞🧜♂️ at 12:08 pm:
I’m coming.
I check my phone clock, cursing when I realize it’s 12:13. I speed dial him from my favorites tab, praying that he hasn’t already left.
It only gets through half a ring, before his voice hits my ear. “Why in actual fuckery are you ignoring me?” He whines.
“I was driving,” I grumble, reaching into my glovebox for a chapstick. “With the kids. I couldn’t talk.”
“You guys only left for the mission like an hour ago. I asked the scheduling guy to check. I’ve been trying to reach you since nine. What’s your excuse for then?”
“I was busy then, too,” I murmur, glancing back to the trunk where one would find filled shopping bags from Prada, Coach, and Louie Vuitton.
“I’m not even sure why you’re mad at me,” he whines. “I literally sensed your blood and went to the source, and accidentally bumped into your little forest party.”
I open my mouth to respond, but a knocking on my window distracts me. “One sec, Gojo,” I murmur, pulling the phone away from my ear.
I turn my head to the window, pulling off my Ray Ban sunglasses and rolling it down.
“Uhm, hi,” the boy on the other side starts. He can’t be older than 18, lean and awkward. “I saw your car, and I thought it was really cool… and my friends and I think you’re really pretty, so…” He trails off, glancing from me to the ground.
I give my best friendly smile. “Uh huh. So let me guess, you came over here because you want my number?” I tilt my head forward, allowing hair to fall in front of my face.
“Y-Yeah, actually, that would be really cool,” he stammers, a grin lighting up his face.
I mute the phone as it lights up in protest, and I take out a napkin and a pen. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“J-Jack,” he stutters, practically leaning into my car.
I write, in my graceful handwriting, ‘Call me, Jack. -Annie’ followed by a phone number. I hand him the napkin with a wink.
“Have a nice day.”
He takes the napkin and stumbles back, grinning widely. He must not have expected to actually get the number. I give a little wave and roll the window up, then pull my phone back to my ear.
“Sorry. Where were we?”
“Did you actually just give your number to a strange boy?”
“Of course not. I gave him yours. Now, where were we?”
“Why are you mad?”
I sigh softly, running a hand over my hair. “Because I’m a one-thousand year old curse with anger issues.”
He sighs straight back, and his voice grows softer. “Look. I’m sorry. I know you have your own past things and I shouldn’t have intervened.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, tucking my knees up to my chest. “Sorry about being so salty. But it’s a little late, so lunch tomorrow might end up not appealing to you.”
He snorts. “Right. Does this mean you’ll come to my place tonight and pick up where we left off?”
I laugh, but falter as I feel the tug of my name being said three times. “Hold on,” I breathe out, pulling the phone away from my ear and squeezing my eyes shut. I reach out with tendrils of energy, snagging on Maki.
What’s wrong?
We’re in over our heads, she pants out. Panda’s nearly down, Inumaki’s throat is trashed and one of the curses just broke my best weapon.
One of? There’s more than one?
{Y/N}, there’s three special grade curses in here.
I breathe out a string of curses, picking up the phone. “Three special grades. Unregistered. Possibly others. Alert the council.”
I hang up the call without waiting for his response, and leap out of the car, heading for the veil.
I’m going in, I reply.
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okay so here are the options for Bats and Fire 03. none have been written yet and i’m VERY open to future chapter ideas (including nsfw)!!! send them in! but y’all get to vote for chapter 03!
(don’t wanna know what the next ep options are/might be? don’t look below cut!!!)
1. “Salty” in which y/n comes home from a failed mission, beat up extremely irritated by her unsuccessful day.
2. “The Calendar Situation” in which y/n must construct a date schedule with her mates. The only issue… they are five very needy males.
3. “The Bookworm Female and her Very Rich Males” in which, SHOCKER, y/n goes to the bookstore/library with her mates.
4. “Hell” in which y/n’s biannual cycle comes.
Poll will be up for 24 hours and then I will start writing the winner.
Please leave any ideas in comments below or submit them through my askbox! This is a fun scenarios series with only a few connecting dots between the episodes, so it doesn’t matter in what order things are written in.
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#cassiefromhell#writing#acotar#fanfiction#a court of thorns and roses#eris acotar#eris vanserra#fanfic#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of wings and ruin#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x you#eris x reader x azriel#azriel acotar#azriel#rhysand#rhysand x reader#cassian#cassian x reader#poll#bats and fire#lucien#lucien acotar#lucien vanserra
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How is the masterlist going?
i might have forgotten...... ty for reminding me lolol
here it is!!
as always, my ask box is open. send me requests. send me ideas. send me your brainrot of your favorite characters. send me random things. gimme it all!! i love interacting with everyone! and i PROMISE i have been working on my current requests, most are half or almost finished.
anyways... I've been on a little break due to life things (it's the ao3 curse) but i really wanna get back in it. what do you all want?
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alrighty, poll time everyone! for those who have been tuning into Unexpected…
would you prefer shorter, ~2k word updates that come every few days, or longer, 3-7k (depending on my mood haha) updates that come a little less often?
because like, part 4 is done y’all. finished it yesterday. y’all want it today or do you want something longer/possibly a lil better quality?
lemme know!! 👇
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#writing#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of wings and ruin#acotar fanfiction#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#eris x reader x azriel#eris acotar#eris vanserra x reader#eris vanserra#unexpected#cassiefromhell
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Sending suggestive images to the JJK Men
featuring Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, and Suguru Geto
author’s note: requests are open!! thank you to the lovely @cassiefromhell for the help with our dearly departed (iykyk)
warnings: veryyyy suggestive. minors do not interact.
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