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Gojo x Reader (x Nanami): Let me be happy

Okay so Gojo’s a big red flag, but Nanami is really sweet 🥺🥺🥺 I really want to write a part 2 so let me know if you guys want me to. Enjoy reading 🤍

Word count: 1757

Warnings: smut - angst - cheating

“Aw, come on”, his hot breath against your shoulder, “You love this”. “I don’t”, you clenched your jaw, your heart heavy. “Liar”, he pulled you closer as his hand slipped between your thighs, earning him a cute whimper. “See?”, he chuckled, “We’ve been going for hours and you still want more”.

Of course, you wanted more. No girl in the world would ever get enough of Satoru Gojo. Not only did he look exceptionally good, but he also knew how to make a girl feel good.

“No, I don’t”, you ignored the throbbing sensation between your legs. “I’m done with feeling guilty”. “She says after the third round”, Gojo slowly let go before turning on his back.

You didn’t respond. He was right. You were a hypocrite.

“You always do this”, he slowly sat up straight, “You always ruin the mood by bringing her up after we’re done”. “I’m sorry that I remind you of the fact that you already have a girlfriend”, your eyes widened in disbelief. “Then stop showing up when I call you”, he now stood up before angrily putting on his pants. “Are you seriously blaming me?”, your heart started to race. “Are you seriously blaming me”, Satoru childishly repeated. “Ugh, I can’t with you”, you pulled the sheets over your head, “I don’t want to see you anymore”. “Ah, here we go again”, the white-haired man raised his voice. “Declaring how much you hate me, how you despise me for cheating… But I don’t force you to sleep with me. I don’t force you to sleep with someone who has a girlfriend”. Gojo paused for a second before he continued, “I hate that you’re always pretending to be good, to be so sweet and innocent when you’re practically begging me to fuck you”.

“Excuse me?”, you angrily threw the sheets from your naked body. “Am I wrong?”, he put his shirt back on. “Oh please, Satoru. Fuck me harder, make me yours, tell me I’m yours”, he repeated your words.

Why was he so attractive? Even now, when he was so annoyed and angry with you…

“Or the other day, when you wore that short skirt on purpose? When I was standing next to my girlfriend and you were dropping stuff on purpose just so I could look at your ass”, his tone suddenly softened.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”, you crossed your arms.

You could tell he wasn’t angry anymore. The look in his eyes, the smirk he couldn’t hide…

“Thought I made it clear when I pulled you into the classroom and fucked you dumb”, he slowly walked closer again. “Really?”, you looked to the ceiling, “Seems like I forgot-“. “Forgot, huh?”, he grabbed your jaw, “Seems like I need to remind you again…”. “Remind me of what?”, you looked into his eyes. “Remind you that you can’t wear stuff like that. I don’t like it when other guys look at you, you know that”, his brows pulled together.

Right. You were his, but he wasn’t yours.

“But I have to share you, right?”, you quietly replied. “You know I barely sleep with Utahime”, Satoru gently stroked your cheek, “We’ve talked about this”. “Hm”, you pulled away as you realized you had once again ruined the mood. “Fine”, his blue eyes seemed to darken a bit, “Look, she’s going on a mission soon. I’ll promise to stay over for the night when she’s gone”. “You mean we can sleep together? And eat breakfast together and-“. “Yeah yeah”, he waived your words away, “If that’d make you happy-“. “Thanks, Satoru”, you threw your arms around him, your knees now pressing into the soft fabric of your mattress. “I need to go now”, a swift kiss on your temple before he disappeared.

—-

“Shit”, Satoru hissed as his grip tightened around your hair, “See? That’s why I need you”.

God, the way he whimpered made you crazy.

“You know she could never make me feel like this”, his lips hovered against your ear. “Hm”, your forehead pressed against his shoulder as you followed his rhythm. “G-glad she’s on that mission”, his eyes closed in pleasure, “I don’t think I could’ve waited any longer for you. You know I need you, right?”. “I know”, your mind clouded in pleasure. “Think I’m going to come already”, a lazy chuckle, “You’re driving me crazy”.

This wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t but you were in love, and every second with Satoru made you feel alive.

“It’s fine”, you softly bit into his earlobe, “We can go again”. “All night, all morning, all day”, his hands smoothly moved down your waist, “Inside?”. “Please”. “I’ll clean you up after, don’t worry princess”, his nails sank into your soft flesh as he picked up the pace.

It didn’t take long for him to finish. He loved your scent, your body, the way the moonlight made your skin seem so smooth and fragile… But he didn’t love you, and you were painfully aware of that.

“Satoru?”, you whispered once he got out of the bathroom.

He was holding a towel, ready to keep his word.

“What?”, he lazily tilted his head, his hair still messy as he crawled on top of you. “How long are we going to do this?”, your eyes glossy. “Don’t start, princess. Please”, he gently pushed your legs open as he cleaned you up with a towel.

Your heart sank to your stomach. You didn’t want to ruin the mood, but you needed to talk about this.

“Don’t you think I deserve more than this?”, your eyes avoided his. “What do you mean?”, his brows already pulled together. “Don’t you think I deserve someone that loves me? That chooses me?”, your voice broke.

This was the first time he stayed quiet.

“You have to choose”, a tear streaming down your cheek, “I can’t do this anymore. I want more, I-I deserve more-“.

“What are you saying?”, his patience running thin as he interrupted you. “Me or Utahime”, you finally looked at him, only to see a distressed face looking back.

Did he care for you? Was he afraid of losing you? Or just your body?

“Are you serious? We could’ve had a couple of nice days together. Why are you doing this?”.

He didn’t yell, he didn’t raise his voice in the slightest.

“Don’t you feel guilty?”. “N-no, I mean of course but-“. “Then choose”, you got up and headed to your bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower and if you’re still here, then you’ll choose me and if you’re gone well… Then this ends”, you tried to hide your tears.

You knew what he was going to do. You knew he didn’t care enough about you to stay. His heart belonged somewhere else.

“Satoru?”, your heart raced as you called out for him, your legs trembling.

No answer. No trace of him.

“Right”, you chuckled as you tightened the wet towel around your body. You knew this would happen so why did you feel bad? Why were you mad at yourself for making him choose? If you didn’t he’d still be here, and you would’ve been happy, but you had to do this. This wasn’t fair, not to you, and especially not to Utahime.

—-

“I’m so tired”, Nanami let his head fall back, “These damn kids are killing me”. “You can always go back to your old job”, you smirked. “Shut up”, he smiled.

After that night, you didn’t hear from Satoru anymore. It was still awkward when you came across each other, or when you needed to give training to your students together but it was for the best. You missed him, but you felt so much better now you were living without guilt; without secrets.

“Fine”, you giggled as you playfully brushed through his hair, “I need to talk to Shoko. I’ll see you later”, you took the last sip of your coffee as you walked out of the teacher’s room.

“Want to grab some dinner after?”, Nanami coldly asked before you left.

You froze. Nanami never asked something like that. You knew him since you entered Jujutsu High, back when you two were still teenagers, and he never asked you to go to dinner.

“Dinner?”, you softly replied. “Yeah, dinner”, he sat up straight again.

“ Isn’t there a meeting this evening?”, Gojo hastily intervened. “The meeting’s not until tomorrow evening”, Utahime sighed, “You really need to put the dates in your phone”. “Right”, Satoru clenched his jaw.

You widened your eyes. Why would he intervene like that?

“There’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try”, Nanami continued, “I’d love to take you there”. “Yeah, sure”, you blushed. “Good, I’ll pick you up around 7”, the blonde sweetly smiled at you.

You never saw him smile like that.

“Are you going to wear a suit?”, you teased him. He shrugged in response. “Ugh, fine”, you sighed as you turned around, “I’ll wear something nice too”. “Hm”, he hummed in response as he watched you leave.

“What the hell?”, Satoru couldn’t contain himself any longer, “What’s this? You suddenly like her?”. “It’s none of your business”, Nanami replied coldly. “Are you seriously that oblivious?”, Utahime rolled her eyes, “He’s been in love with her for years”.

“For years?”, Gojo repeated the words.

God, he wanted to blow up the entire school.

“What does it matter?”, Utahime now frowned. “N-nothing”, Satoru snapped back, “I need to train Yuji. I’ll see you later”.

That was a lie, of course. He wanted to catch up with you, to make sure you were his alone.

“What was that?”, he grabbed your arm as he pulled you into one of the empty classrooms. “Shit Satoru”, you pulled away, “Don’t scare me like that, you know I can’t sense you when you’re using your cursed-“. “What was that?”, he didn’t let you finish. “What?”. “Are you seriously going on a date with Nanami? He’s my friend-“. “Your friend?”, you chuckled, “You have a girlfriend and you’re worrying about what I do when we never even dated, we never-“, you stopped mid-sentence.

There was no point in explaining anything.

“You made your choice”, you softly whispered, “Now stick with it”.

You didn’t care that he was angry, or jealous. You deserved to be happy.

“Besides, it’s only dinner”, you looked over your shoulder before leaving. “Only dinner”, Satoru sarcastically replied, “I asked you the same thing once. Remember how we ended our ‘dinner’?”. You didn’t bother to respond. You were done with playing games.

—-

“Oh”, Nanami widened his eyes when you opened your door. “W-What?”, you hastily looked down, “I-is there something wrong with my dress?”. “No, it’s just”, he paused for a second as he tried to find the right words, “You weren’t joking when you said you were going to wear something nice”. “I-is it too much? It is right?”, you blushed in shame, “I’ll get changed”. “Please don’t”, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, “It’s beautiful. Y-you’re beautiful”, he corrected himself.

So this wasn’t just dinner. He wanted to take you out on a date.

“Thanks”, your cheeks already red.

He gently guided you to his car before he opened the door for you. His hand gently rested at the bottom of your back the entire time.

“Do you find this strange?”, he looked at you, one hand on his steering wheel. “I don’t know”, you looked outside. “We’ve known each other for so long. You never made it clear you wanted to go on a date with me-“. “I did”, he sweetly chuckled, “Many times”. “T-that’s a lie!”, you turned to look at him. “Oh, is it?”, he raised an eyebrow. “Y-yeah!”, you sat up more straight. “Well, I’ve always bought you flowers for Valentine's Day. I’ve never let you go on a mission alone even when I got in trouble for it, I stayed by your side for weeks when Suguru left-“. “Okay okay, fine”, you crossed your arms.

“But you’re okay with this, right?”, he got serious again. “Of course”, you looked down, “I’m glad you asked”. “Good”, he nervously shuffled before his hand softly grabbed your thigh.

You widened your eyes as you looked at the blonde. He looked good, way better than Satoru for some reason. Nanami seemed mature, as if he could take care of you. The way his hand rested on his steering wheel, the veins on his hand, the way he softly pinched your thigh…

“We’re here”, he opened his door but stopped when he saw you opening yours. “What are you doing?”, he almost seemed agitated. “H-huh?”, you looked at him. “It’s clear you’ve never gone out with an actual man”, he clicked his tongue before he opened your door, his hand already waiting for yours. “Thank you”, you blushed as he once again guided you inside.

The rest of the evening felt like a dream. He felt like a dream. This was the first time anyone seemed truly interested in you and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were.

“I’m sorry I forgot flowers”, he clenched his jaw as he drove back to your place, “I’m an idiot for forgetting”. “Are you serious?”, you giggled, “I’ve never been this happy”.

Yes, you were a little tipsy but you were serious. You never felt this happy.

“So, you want to do this again?”, his hand once again on your thigh. “I want to do this every evening”, you smiled as you let your hand rest on his.

He stayed quiet. His heart was already racing when he felt your soft hand against his. He didn’t want to seem like a pervert, but he wanted nothing more than to see what was underneath your dress. He wanted to admire you, to worship your body, and to make you feel like a goddess.

You noticed his behaviour change; his flushed cheeks, and you felt it too. You didn’t want the night to end. So you gently guided his hand closer to the spot you needed him the most.

“Y/N”, his voice raspy as his grip around his steering wheel tightened. “What? You don’t want this?”, you slowly opened your legs a little bit. “N-no, I mean I do but-“. “But what?”. “I don’t want you to think I only want you for your body. I want you. The whole package. If we do this now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live without your touch”.

You didn’t want to take things too fast, to jump into a relationship, but this felt right. He felt right. You wanted him. Besides, it’s not like you didn’t know Nanami. You’ve known him for years and what you felt for Satoru couldn’t even come close to the feeling Nanami gave you.

“Please”, you looked at him with big eyes as you tightened the grip around his wrist. “Tsk”, Nanami smirked, “You’re needy”. “So?”, you guided his fingertips along your panties. “I’m driving”. “Please Kento, I can’t wait”. “Shit”, he grunted as he felt his member pressing against his pants, “You know I can’t say no to you”. You whimpered as you pulled your panties to the side, once again guiding his hand to the right spot. “You really needed this, huh?”, he smirked as he felt how wet you were for him. “Don’t tease me”, you let your head fall against the leather seat. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry”.

And he did. It didn’t take long before you came undone around his fingers. It felt as if he knew your body. Once he parked his car, the two of you hastily got inside like love-drunk teens.

“K-kento”, you murmured as he softly laid you down on your mattress, his hands exploring your soft skin. “Yes sweetheart”, he gently pulled your dress over your head. “Do you think I’m pretty?”. “You’re beautiful”, he whispered as he placed sloppy kisses on your breasts and stomach.

Your jaw dropped when he got undressed. His body looked like one of those Greek statues.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”, he chuckled as he grabbed your jaw, “Be good and open your legs for me”.

This was it. This was the moment you fell hopelessly in love.

“Good girl”, his hand now gently wrapped around your neck, “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”.

Hurts? Why would it hurt- Oh right, of course, he was this big.

“It’s fine”, you looked to the side, your eyes studying his arm. “Oh no sweetheart”, he gently guided you back, “You’re going to look at me when I take you”.

Butterflies. More than ever.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long”, his tip pressed against your entrance. “You know how many nights I’ve thought about you?”. “P-please Kento”, you arched your back. “Never thought you were so needy though”, he softly bit into your neck, “Don’t worry, as I said, I’ll take care of you”.

And he did. Satoru could never make you feel this good.

“Mine, all mine”, Kento grunted as he left marks on your entire body, “You’re made for me”. “I-I’m going to-“. “Ssh, it’s fine sweetheart. You can come”, he studied your pretty face which made it only harder for him not to finish too. “Shit”, he grunted. “Fill me up, please”, you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. Just what he needed. “So needy”, he chuckled, “Don’t let anything go to waste, okay?”. “Hm”, you closed your eyes in pleasure. “S-shit”, he let his head rest against yours as he found his release.

“All mine”, he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek before picking you up. “Wh-what-“. “I’m going to clean you up”, he gently placed you at the edge of your bath. “I’m going to take care of you, like I said”, he tilted your chin so you looked up at him.

You looked at him in awe. Why didn’t you notice his feelings for you sooner?

“If you want me to of course”, he leaned over the tub so he could fill it up with hot water. “Hm”, you softly whimpered, your eyes glossy. “W-what’s wrong?”, he widened his eyes as he immediately scanned your body to see if he hurt you. “Y-you’re so sweet”, you cutely sniffed.

It broke his heart to see you like this. How can anyone ever have treated you differently? You deserved nothing less than this.

“Come here”, he easily picked you up again as he slowly lowered you into the tub, “I’ll take care of you from now on”.

—-

You could feel Satoru’s eyes burning at the back of your head during that meeting the next day.

“Dinner at my place?”, Nanami’s hand rested on your back after the meeting. “Sounds great”, you placed a swift kiss on his lips. “Good, I’ll pick you up ‘round 8”, he happily smiled, “I’ll make sure to bring flowers this time”.

Yes, you loved that man.

“Just dinner, huh?”, Satoru scoffed once everyone left the room. You sighed as you put on your coat. “Are you serious?”, he widened his eyes as he noticed the mark on your neck, “One evening and you’re already spreading your legs-“. “Shut up”, you almost whispered. “I’m done with you. I’m done with being your sneaky link, your second choice… I’m happy now and it’s sad to see you still aren’t”.

“But-“. “Please Satoru”, you looked into his eyes, “Let me be happy. Stop being this egocentric idiot, and just let me be happy”.

Satoru didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He made his choice.

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throwawayaccountfortoday · 1 month

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Cat and Mouse.

Levi has had enough of your little games.

Warnings: Fem reader, smut galore, a lot of filth, female anatomy described, public sex, sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, dirty talk, name calling, teasing, anal fingering, an@l sex, an@l creampie. Not beta read.

AN: MDNI. I don't know what to say for myself. Read the warnings. Enjoy.

The scent of old books and dust wafted through the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of coffee brewing nearby. The library at the scouting headquarters was usually a peaceful haven, but today, it wasn't. Today you were there.

Levi steps behind you quietly, his usually light footsteps making no sound. He presses his body to yours and takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you. He speaks softly, "You're avoiding me, Why is that?" His hand trailing circles gently at your waist.

"You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" You teased, pressing against him.

He growled low in his throat, gripping you tightly. "Don't push your luck, sweetheart,"

He presses his hardening erection against you, pinning you to the bookshelf as he breathes you in. One hand slides down over your hip, the other trails up over your breast, cupping it gently before tweaking your nipple through your blouse. He pulls you tighter against him, pressing his lips to your ear.

"I'm not here to play your little game of cat and mouse." He states firmly.

As you felt his fingers slide under your skirt, tracing a path up your thigh, you arch your back, unable to control the response he is getting from your body.

He hikes your skirt up, exposing your plump ass and panties. He can feel the wetness pooled between your legs already, and it only makes him bolder. Running his fingers over the fabric before pulling them aside, exposing your already swollen clit.

"You're so wet," he says, his voice rough with lust "Fucking drenched." You can't see his face but you know there's a smirk painted accross his lips.

His words only served to heighten ypur arousal, and you can't help but grind your hips against his hand, wanting more.

"Mmm Levi...." You hum, closing your eyes, willing yourself to remain steady, trying not to make a sound that would give you away.

The feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in this quiet, austere place, only heightened your arousal. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers dipped lower, teasing your folds.

"And to think," he whispered, "I thought you were the one trying to teach me a lesson."

"A-ah..." you stammered, your voice shaking. "L-Levi, we should..."

He cut you off with a chuckle, his lips trailing down your neck. "We should what, y/n?" His finger teasing your slit, you gasp as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. "Do you want me to stop?"

You know you should, but you can't find the words to tell him to. Instead, you arch your back further pressing your aching core against his hand. He groans, "Good girl."

He pumps his finger in and out of you, the pace increasing with each stroke before adding a second digit. His fingers move in a rhythm that makes you see stars.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he moved his fingers faster, circling your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure.

He can feel your body trembling against his as you get closer to your release. He leans into your ear, "Cum for me."

You feel a shudder run through your body, and with a cry that was equal parts relief and desperation you cum. He holds you tightly, his fingers never ceasing their motion. Feeling your warm juices flow out of onto his hand. He rubs your clit gently while his fingers continue to thrust inside you, prolonging your orgasm. He can feel your body shuddering against his as you ride out your high, your moans muffled by your hand.

He grinds his hips against yours, his hard cock pulsing with need. "Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck you right here?" he growls into your ear. He awaits your reply, his other hand gripping your hip tightly.

You nod, still desperately trying to control the volume of your voice. Of all the places he could choose to do this, here you are in the library, pressed against a bookshelf with a dripping wet cunt, ready to take your captain's cock.

He pulls your panties down your legs and steps back, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, glancing around the area to ensure there's nobody nearby.

He pushes them down just enough to release his hard cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against him. You arch your body obediently for him as he guides himself to your entrance. Without much warning, he plunges inside you, filling you up completely.

He lets out a low growl as he begins to thrust into you. You can feel his hips slamming against your ass with each powerful thrust, your moans now muffled by the books on the shelves as your face is pressed further into your arm and the shelf.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "You like having your captain's cock deep inside your cunt."

Levi pulls you closer to him, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you harder and faster. He can feel himself getting close to his own release as you tighten around him. He leans in and kisses your neck, one hand moved lower, finding your clit again and rubbing circles around it, relentlessly this time. He groaned as he felt your walls twitch around him in response to the stimulation.

Levi's movements grew more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release. He slammed against you, pushing you harder against the bookshelf, His fingers were now digging painfully into your hips, his lips parted in a silent moan as he thrust harder, faster.

He continues pounding into you until he finally reaches his own orgasm, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

As your body convulsed, your muscles tensed as your orgasm rippled through you. He quickly brings his hand from your hip to your mouth. You arched your back, moaning into his hand as he silenced your cries. Your nails dug into the brittle wood of the bookshelf, your inner walls gripping him tightly, milking him for every drop of his release.

He nuzzled your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. You let your eyes drift closed, savouring the feel of him inside, the weight of him on top of you. His hips moved gently, his erection still partly hard, and you could feel him begin to stir again.

Having relinquished the grip he had on your face, his hand trails down to cup your ass, feeling the firm muscles beneath his touch. Your skin was smooth and soft. You could feel the weight of his body as he shifted, slowly pulling out of you. Your body ached with the loss of his presence, but you knew he wouldn't be gone for long. His erection is still hardening against your ass. You press yourself back firmly against him in an effort to encourage him to have his way with you again.

Levi smirks at your exposed and willing body. He leans down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're greedy, aren't you? Begging for more from your captain?" he says, his voice laced with desire.

He uses his fingers to spread the abundance of juices from your pussy onto your tight asshole, gently teasing the sensitive area. "You want it here? You want me to fuck your tight little ass?" he growls into your ear. He slowly slides a finger inside you and you gasp. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Please."

"Mmm, you're so tight back here," he groans, his finger pumping in and out of you. "But don't worry, I'm going to open you up real good" He says, adding a second digit.

He slid his hand away from you, only to return a moment later, his fingers slick with more of your own arousal. He pressed his fingers against your puckered opening again, teasing and stretching you.

"Oh god, yes, Levi." You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. "More,...please," you whimper.

"Always wanting more." He murmurs, "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He mocked, using your earlier comment against you as you pressed against him. His teasing sending another shiver down your spine as his other hand finds your clit and gently circles the already oversensitive nub again.

"You're going to take all of me,” he growls, his voice low and husky. "You're going to feel every fucking inch of your captain's cock."

You moaned a desperate. "Yes." As he withdraws his fingers from your ass, your body tensed, preparing for the sensation of him filling you. He positions himself behind you, his thick cock pressing against your tight hole. "Relax." He whispers seductively into your ear. With that, he slowly pushes inside you, the stretch causing you to gasp in pleasure and pain.

"That's it, take it all," he groans as he fills you completely, giving you a few seconds to adjust, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. Your body was pliant beneath him, accepting his possession, your cries muffled against the crook of your elbow resting against the bookshelf. He felt you tightening around him, your muscles contracting in rhythm with his thrusts and expert assault on your clit, the sensation was exquisite and he couldn't help but speed up, his hips moving faster and faster, driving deeper into you.

You arched your back, meeting each thrust with a moan. Your ass was a tight, perfect grip on his cock, milking him with each stroke. He could feel the impending climax building inside him.

"You're such a dirty little whore, craving your captain's cock in your ass, in the library of all places." He groans, "But fuck, it turns me on." his grip tightening on your ass cheek. "You make me so fucking hard." He hisses, his cock pistoning in and out of your ass. Your nails dug into the wood again, leaving long, jagged scratches against the old furniture as you struggled to maintain your balance.

Your body quivered, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. He felt it too, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more urgent. His breath hot against your neck.

You gasped as your third orgasm consumed you, your body shuddering violently. He growled, his hips moving even faster as he felt your inner muscles of your pussy clench around nothing as the muscles in your ass clench against the invasion of his cock. His own orgasm was close, and as you cried out in pleasure, albeit muffled. He felt the hot rush of release as he emptied himself into your ass. His cock pulsing with each spurt of come as your muscles milked him. He let out a loud and audible "Fuck."

He collapsed against you, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you, his breath ragged as he tried to steady it.

Your body hummed with pleasure, every nerve ending tingling from the exquisite sensations that still coursed through you, you would have slumped to the ground had he not been supporting your exhausted body.

Suddenly, as your senses returned to normal, you remembered where you were. You both become aware of the sounds around you. The soft rustle of papers, the ticking of a clock on the wall. The bookshelf you have been using as a prop loomed over you, newfound marks, and splinters in the wood of the probably antique item.

Oh, if walls could talk.

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throwawayaccountfortoday · 1 month

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HUNTING GAMES

cws : dubcon, somnophilia, creampie, levi leaves the game, murder, code-breaking, i went over the word limit a little bit, implied manipulation and threats, dating sim! levi, levi gets a bit ummm sadistic?? at the end, college! reader, im still not happy with it but its been so long since ive updated, if i missed anything please let me know.

commissioned by anonymous.

MDNI.

there was a new otome game that had been all the rage recently. characterized by its cutesy, college-life approach, lurking beneath each syrupy-sweet word and blossoming friendship was a sinister undertone. the objective of the game was to achieve the best possible ending for the route you choose, however each love interest was desperate for your love, making said objective increasingly unattainable the further the plot progressed. you’d downloaded the game when your friend had shown you one of their favorite love interests, finding yourself hooked on the stoic culinary arts major, levi ackerman.

levi ackerman was the first route you’d ever chosen. although, in the beginning, he wasn’t too keen on raising your intimacy level. while looking at forums online, you realized that was just how he was. levi was harder to please, and by far one of the most dangerous and volatile love interests in the game. he wasn’t afraid to annihilate any other character to get what he wanted, and knew how to cover his tracks. it was hard to tell when he was on the cusp of snapping, what he liked and disliked, and where he was when he wasn’t pestering you about something trivial.

once you finally manage to get your intimacy level up to the point where his obsessive tendencies begin to show, his personality does a 180… with you at least. he’s more affectionate, gives you gifts for your daily check in — most of it being food he’s cooked just for you, and you find that he’s easier to fluster, stumbling over his words and a faint blush spreading across the apples of his cheeks. levi is still the same when he interacts with npcs, maybe a bit more on the protective and stand-off ish side when youre around. with love interests, however, levi is more hostile than ever.

you’d failed levi’s route many, many times, and had finally just achieved the good ending when you’d stumbled across something regarding a secret route of his. naturally, you wanted to see it to completion, but for some reason it just kept going. growing tired of this secret route, you chose to switch to another love interest.

this love interest in particular was very sweet, docile almost. armin seemed harmless enough, and you found that you enjoyed this route more than you had levi’s. although, after a little while, you noticed some easter eggs hidden in the back that made you feel a bit uneasy. there was a silhouette in the background of each interaction, watching everything play out, as well as a few npcs that seemed to disappear or avoid you altogether. the more you played, the more uneasy and afraid armin looked.

you noticed that armin’s eyes were often glancing around, his sentences shorter when the silhouette was more prevalent, and on a few occasions, he’d outright ignored you. once, you’d found him beaten and bloody in an alleyway outside of the boy’s dormitories, appearing half-conscious and you’d chosen the option to patch him up. after that, your intimacy levels skyrocketed and he was back to normal.

just before the two of you exchanged a kiss during one of the date events, the screen glitched and suddenly armin laid in a pool of his own blood. armin’s face became pixelated, which was unusual for this game since it was known for its graphics. was this part of the game? your heart skipped a beat, gooseflesh rising on your arms as levi entered the place armin was just moments before.

levi’s appearance glitched in places, the blood spatter on his face seeming to drip and become more realistic. that… wasnt supposed to happen. did the game have a bug? you think you see levi’s brow twitch, his lips tugging into a frown, but you cant be sure.

“[name]… why did you leave me?” levi is uncharacteristically upset with you, his face scrunched with what seems to be a mixture of frustration and hurt. “i thought you loved me.”

you knit your brows, trying to exit the route; to your horror, youre unable to leave. levi grows increasingly upset the more you click the button, “why are you on his route? can’t you see that youre mine? we’re made for each other!” he shouts, his voicelines glitching in places.

“why can’t i leave the damn route?” you grit out, one hand gripping the hem of your shirt. “what the fuck is going on?”

levi’s face falls, a far away look in his eyes as you are finally able to exit armin’s route. you groan, leaning back in your chair as you thread a hand through your hair. “is this part of levi’s secret route?” you wonder aloud.

after that, you didn’t touch the game for days. you searched forum after forum, site after site, searching for answers. why did levi suddenly appear on armin’s route? surely, it was part of levi’s secret route… right? your gut told you otherwise, but a game character being sentient? that was something that only happened in fanfiction, and certainly not to you.

a week had come and gone before you even thought about touching the game. you were busy with work, college, and still hadn’t found the answers you were looking for. maybe you’d be able to find them in-game… but what if levi kills another love interest? what if they don’t come back when the game resets? what if —

shakily exhaling through your mouth, you release the tension in your shoulders, cracking your fingers as you hover over the next love interest’s route. she was a very bubbly love interest, her smile bright and contagious enough to have one of your own tugging at the corners of your lips as you right-click on hange’s route.

the two of you interacted quite well, your natural dialogue choices furthering your intimacy level. hange was known to be a relatively easy route — not much reading between the lines, or even guesswork. she was very upfront for the most part. you found yourself forgetting about your secret investigation, genuinely losing yourself to the interactions between yourself and hange.

you only started getting suspicious again once you noticed the silhouette in the background once more. hange seemed to notice too, but she was more composed than armin had been. you squint as the silhouette flickers, your pulse thrumming in your throat as you quickly stutter out, “levi, leave hange alone or i’ll never play your route again.”

the silhouette rushes to the screen, stumbling over its words and blubbering about how it just loves you so much and can’t live without you! the anonymity fades, leaving levi in its place, and you realize that levi was more dangerous than you’d initially thought. hange is quick to take her leave once she notices the look in levi’s eyes, and you attempt to as well. levi’s anger flares up once more at the sight of your cursor clicking the exit game button.

“[first name] [last name], stop trying to leave me. why don’t you want me anymore? you can’t make me love you and then leave. you’re so cruel.” levi’s digits grip his collar, tugging it away from his throat as if he couldn’t breathe. “i-i learned things about you, for you — i tried my best to be the man you wanted, so why are you choosing other people?! am i not enough?!”

a chill shoots down your spine, cold washing over your body as your stomach tightens. you tuck your fingers into your palm, beginning to feel as if you were glued to your seat. how did he know your last name? you don’t remember putting that information in at all… maybe it was from your email? maybe the developers had a third-party thing going on?

levi becomes more frantic the more he speaks, pleading and begging for you to love him again. “i was your first route! you put the most effort into me! you can’t just leave!!” you have a creeping feeling that he’s looking at you — unlike most games, levi seems to lack a blank stare, and instead seems entirely focused on you.

“there’s no way he’s sentient.” you mumble to yourself, pressing a quivering hand to the damp skin of your forehead. “i’m just…. im just tired and stressed. yeah… i should just go to bed.”

you stumble out of your chair, body on autopilot and mind reeling as you put your monitor in sleep mode and push your chair under your desk, trudging over to your bed in disbelief. you tuck yourself in, and just before you’re able to fall asleep, you hear levi speak.

“you look so cute when you’re sleeping…” you hear his shaky breaths — the utter glee in his tone, as if he were more than content just to watch you. dread and unease fill your stomach as you realize you can’t ignore this anymore.

you shoot up in your bed, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as your gaze snaps to your monitor. could he see you? could he hear you? were you going crazy?

you slowly make your way over to your monitor and pull up your game, levi dreamily staring back at you as if you’d hung the stars in the sky. “are… you sentient?” your voice wavers as you ask this, fingertips digging into the hard plastic of your desk.

levi stills, his idle animation unusually stiff. for a moment you wonder if you should check yourself into the nearest hospital, but then, “you finally noticed… oh, baby, that makes me so happy— i’ve been trying to get your attention for so long!”

it’s your turn to still, your body going rigid and exhaling shakily. oh, you were royally fucked. if he was sentient, could he leave the game? god, you hope not.

“i’ve been watching you for so long! i even learned about your parents and your siblings for you! i know your address, the names of your friends; i know your all favorites, i know that you have a dog named rufus, i know that you like to listen to music while you clean —“

levi drones on and on, going over everything he’s learned about you during the time he’s been watching you. your breathing grows heavy and erratic; sinking into a primal state of fight or flight, you hurriedly try to uninstall the game from your computer, but it seems levi had already anticipated this. the screen glitches, flashing white as levi appears in different places — duplicates, different routes, pictures of you, npcs that went missing, hastily written notes all dedicated to you.

deciding that deleting the game wouldn’t work, you opt to unplug your computer. the screen stills for a moment, going completely black before a variety of coding begins to type out on the screen.

“leave me alone!” you shout, your voice cracking as you rip your monitors and pc off of your desk, throwing them across your room. they bounce off your dresser, knocking a few trinkets and such off, sending them clattering to the ground. you notice the coding slows for a moment, eyeing the shattered hardware scattered across your bedroom floor. “you’re just a game!! i don’t actually love you!”

“you’re wrong!!” levi’s voice is distorted and distant — glitching out in some places, or manifesting as a multitude of voices, some higher, some lower in pitch. “you love me — you do! i know you do!”

you panic, the cortisol and adrenaline running through your veins clouding your sense of judgment as you rush to your kitchen and grab a trash bag, picking up a baseball bat from a closet on your way back to your room. you hastily throw your setup in the bag and grip the bat, swinging the metal bat back and smashing the contents of the bag until you feel safe and can’t hear the whirring of the code any longer. you stumble back onto the edge of your bed, staring at the bag as you strain your ears for any signs of levi. heaving a sigh, you wipe the sweat from your brow and gather all the miscellaneous pieces of your setup that were strewn across your floor, placing them in the bag.

you feel disconnected from your body as you bring the bag outside, opening your garbage can and tossing them in. a drop on your face shocks you out of your stupor, but you realize that it was only a drop of rain. your fingers tremble still, your breathing still erratic as you try to calm your racing heart. how was any of this even possible?

you slowly trudge back inside your home, entering your room and collapsing on your bed. this must be a bad dream. it has to be; there’s no way that this could happen. you lie awake for awhile, your mind spinning round and round again. thoughts come and go, never staying for too long, and you forget them immediately after they depart. the events of the night had worn you out, your eyes growing impossibly heavy, drifting off into a deep slumber.

outside, the monitor screen flickers to life. code rapidly pans down the screen, sparks flying as a hand slowly peels out. carefully, levi drags himself out of the game and into…. wait, why is he in a trash can? surely, his beloved wouldn’t…? with haste, levi tracks his way inside your home, brows furrowed with quiet rage. how could you just throw him away like that?

levi takes his sweet time cleaning up, lathering himself in your products and sniffing your towel before drying himself with it. he runs his fingers along the countertops, walls, and doorframes, trudging along to your room as he admires your home. it isn’t long before he finds you sleeping soundly atop your bed sheets. levi’s breath instantly catches in his throat, his heart racing in his chest as he approaches your slumbering form. you were even prettier in person.

carefully crawling onto your bed, the pads of his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trailing down to your shoulders. his eyes wander to your exposed flesh before flickering back up to your lips. one kiss couldn’t hurt, right? carefully leaning down, levi molds his lips to yours; his heart nearly stops the moment he tastes you. one kiss isn’t enough. he needs more! levi unbuckles his belt and ties your hands to the headboard, then drags his hand along your chest, swallowing thickly as he feels his pants tighten.

levi quietly positions himself between your thighs, burying his head in your neck as he leisurely grinds his cock into you. biting his lip to muffle his whimpers, he lifts your shirt, baring your breasts to his greedy eyes. levi immediately latches onto one, his tongue swirling around the erect flesh as he works your pajama pants to the side.

“need to taste you, baby.” he murmurs. levi kneels between your thighs, his tongue slowly lapping at the arousal that had begun to leak from you. he takes but a moment to shimmy his pants down far enough to fist his cock, slowly pumping it with his free hand. the man softly groans into your folds, a sleepy whine parting your lips in response.

as he continues lapping at you, levi feels his stomach tighten and stops all movement. he waits for the feeling to subside, then aligns himself with your entrance. he shallowly thrusts into your cunt, slowly working his way inside and bottoming out with a broken whimper. levi’s mind spins at the way your walls grip him — the feeling almost as if he were made to fuck you, as if you were made to take him. his fingers grip your hips as he attempts to control himself, pressing both of your legs further out for easier access.

it isn’t long before levi loses himself in the feeling; it is his first time after all. his hips snap into yours, whimpering and whining through gritted teeth all the while, and you slowly begin to wake. levi’s eyes roll back as the feeling in his tummy snaps, not once stopping as he pumps you full of his cum.

you let out a confused moan, your eyes slowly adjusting to see levi’s fucked out face gazing down at you. “f—feels so good…” he whispers, slotting his lips to yours. you attempt to shimmy away, but it was to no avail; the asshole had tied you up. you attempt to fight him off, but it’s to no avail as he’s stronger than you and has shackled you to your bed.

waves of unwanted pleasure course through your body, forcing soft whimpers and whines from your lips as levi unknowingly rocks his hips into the places that have your eyes rolling back. gazing down at you with something akin to reverence, levi presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, slowly circling his name and bringing you closer to your climax.

“cmon, baby.” levi groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. “cum f’me.”

you simply shake your head in response, screwing your eyes shut and murmuring through a whimper, “go fuck yourself.”

levi only chuckles at your words, seemingly amused, and lifts your hips; the man slings an arm around your lower back, one hand gripping the meat on your hip, and forces you to meet his thrusts.

nothing seemed real at the moment. you were unable to stop levi from leaving the game, and now the man was taking advantage of you. you suppose the only good thing in this situation is that despite it all, levi was going to make you cum.

your back arches as your fingers dig into your palms, your cunt pulsing and fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head. a high-pitched whine erupts from your throat, levi smirking victoriously at the sight beneath him, and you relinquish control; melting into his hold, you wordlessly beg for more.

you didn’t know what would come after this, nor did you know how you were going to fight your way out of it. the only thing you knew is that this felt good. somewhere deep in your mind, you knew you didn’t want this, but had decided to relish in the feeling of being desired for the time being.

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I missed you

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Warnings: Sex, vaginal penetration, breeding, breeding k1nk, vaginal fingering, fem receiving, fem reader, female anatomy used and described, rough sex, possessive behavior, dirty talk, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: No plot, just smut.

Levi cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as you sauntered into his office, a mischievous glint in your eyes as always. "You've finally decided to grace me with your presence. Do you have those reports?" He asked nonchalantly, trying not to make his excitement too obvious having not seen you in three weeks. He couldn't help but tease you, even as his heart raced a little faster in his chest.

You roll your eyes, your lips curling into a playful smirk. "Oh, shut up, Levi. They're here." You say, waving them and placing them neatly onto his desk.

Levi glances at the clock. "I suppose it isn't quite 6 pm yet, so they aren't late." He says with a hint of amusement.

You chuckled softly, your gaze never leaving his. "Yes, but that's not why I really came, is it?" You say taking a step towards him.

He smirked, rising from his seat and taking a step towards you as well. "No, I don't suppose it is." You both stood there in the dim light, just inches apart. He could feel the desire rising between the two of you, thick and palpable. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Levi finds himself staring into your eyes, "I've missed you," he managed to croak out. An unusual display of affection for him. It had only been a few weeks that the scouts were away. You knew he was the most likely to return of anyone, but it didn't stop you from worrying each and every time. Being without him was always agony.

Your breath hitched, and eyes fluttered shut for just a moment as you lean into his touch.

"Levi..." You murmur, your voice husky. He leans in closer, his lips mere millimetres from your own. "I've been thinking about you..." Your words trailed off. His hand moved lower, cupping your cheek before sliding down to your neck, where he gently tugged on your collar, revealing the smooth skin beneath.

"Have you now?" he murmured, his voice laced with desire. He leaned in closer, your bodies moulding together perfectly as his lips brushed against your earlobe. "And what have you been thinking about?" He moved his hand to the small of your back, drawing you even closer.

Your response is a low moan that vibrates through him. "Things I shouldn't," you whisper, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Things I want to do, things I want you to do to me." You paused, your lips parting as you take a shaky breath.

He seizes the opportunity and leans down, pressing his lips against yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth with fervour. The kiss deepens, his tongue dancing with your own. Tugging your shirt over your head, revealing your soft, full breasts to his hungry gaze. Levi moves his mouth down to your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently enticing a moan from your lips.

He lifts you onto his desk, your bodies tangled together in a frenzy of need and desire as he trails his hands over your body again, feeling every curve and dip before finally hiking up your skirt and sliding your underwear from your hips. He reaches between your legs. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his finger tracing over your folds. "Do you want me like this? Do you want me to breed you like a bitch in heat?"

He pushes your legs apart and lowers himself before he buries his face between them, his tongue sliding over your clit. His finger slides inside you, curling to find your g-spot.

"You're so wet for me," he growls. "You're practically begging for it, aren't you?" He thrusts his finger harder as he talks, pushing you closer to the edge.

Levi slides a second finger into you, feeling how tight and wet you are. Pumping them in and out of you rhythmically. "Tell me you want it," he growls. his mouth closing over your clit. He flicks his tongue quickly over it, making you shiver with pleasure.

You whimper under his touch. "L-levi, I want it, I want you."

He drives you wild with pleasure, his skilled tongue and fingers working you expertly until you're writhing with need. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you come with a loud cry, your body shaking with ecstasy.

"God, you're nasty little pussy is sucking me in, it's so fucking tight" he murmurs, as he continues to plunge his fingers into your needy cunt, letting you ride your orgasm out on his hand, moving his fingers over your folds. "So goddamn ready for me."

He reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, revealing his aching erection. Your hands work at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against your own. Reveling in the sight of his muscular chest, the trail of hair leading down to his pubic hair and beautiful cock. You wrap your hand around it. "Let me feel you inside me," you whisper,

Levi groaned at your words and the sensation of your grip around him, his hips moving of their own accord, pressing against your slick folds. "You're so fucking sexy." he says, his voice husky with desire. "I love hearing you beg for me like this." With one swift motion, he impales you on his length, filling you completely as you moan loudly in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His breath coming in ragged gasps as he feels your tightness engulf him.

You arch your back, crying out as you digg your nails into his forearms as he buried himself to the hilt, he's big and thick, stretching you to your limits, but it feels so good. He begins to move in a rhythm that is both primal and desperate. "You're so fucking tight," he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours. "It's going to feel so good when I come inside of you and fill you up."

Levi hisses as he looks down at the sight of his cock moving in and out of you, feeling the tightness of your body as your pussy tried to milk him. He could feel the heat building inside him, feel his release growing closer with each thrust. The tip of his cock pressing against your cervix as your legs wrapped tight around his waist, arching your body to meet his own.

He pounds into you relentlessly, his body slick with sweat. He's completely focused on making you feel good, on using his member to fill you up and make you scream with pleasure.

He's rough and unrelenting, his hips slamming against yours with an almost bruising force. But you don't mind - in fact, you love it. You love the feel of him inside you, of being fucked in such a desperate and animalistic way.

He sets a punishing pace, driving into you with all the pent-up desire he's been holding back for the time you've spent apart. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and you can feel yourself approaching another orgasm with frightening speed.

You feel your eyes roll backwards as you beg him to go harder and faster to take you until you can't take it anymore.

He is more than happy to oblige, reaching inbetween your legs to play with your clit, pounding into you with a ferocity that leaves you gasping for air. You come a second time, your body shaking as you cry out in pleasure, fluid squirting onto his cock and mixing with the already sodden mess where your bodies were joined.

Levi looked down at you, your eyes half-closed, lips parted, moaning incoherent words, and knew that this was it. This was what he wanted. Deep down, he loved you. He drove himself deeper inside of your cunt, feeling the tightness yield to his invasion, feeling your body quiver as you cum around his cock.

"Fucking insatiable aren't you? Did you miss my cock that much?" He asks proudly, you whimper and nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation. "Y-yes, I missed your cock so much, I missed you." You mewl as he continues his assault on your body, smirking as he wipes your tears from your eyes "Come on princess, you can take it, you're doing so well."

He grips your face as he leans down to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to pound into you. You can feel his muscles tensing.

sweat beading on his forehead. "So fucking perfect. This is where you belong, with me." Your body begins to tense again at his words and the anticipation of him filling you. "You're going to look so beautiful when your belly is swollen with our baby." He says, as his hands grip your hips tighter. "Come for me," he says, his voice low and intense. "Come for me again and I'll fill you up with my cum."

Your body convulsed, muscles tensing so tightly around him that it felt like you were trying to milk every last drop of his seed from his balls. Cries of pleasure filling the room as your juices spilt over you both as you came, your body squeezing around him as a hot, salty liquid splashed against his skin.

Levi smirked at the sight of you, his thrusts become rougher and more intense as he approaches his climax, as he feels your walls clenching around him, watching you cum around his cock again. Finally, with a loud groan, he spills himself inside you, his body pulsing with pleasure as he fills you up, your name rolling beautifully off his tounge.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathless. He pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. "I love you." he murmurs against your lips. "I'll always come back to you."

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throwawayaccountfortoday · 2 months

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[used to be my girl] levi ackerman x f!reader

inspired by used to be my girl by the last shadow puppets

cw + what to expect: cheating, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), creampie, levi is mean and a tease, marking, missionary and lotus position

find part two here

you loved your partner, erwin. you really did, but god, he was so…vanilla. and you never came with him.

only when you were thinking of your ex instead.

you hated it so much, but sex with levi was so good. he knew exactly where to touch you, kiss you, what position made you scream his name. and you needed to feel that way again so, so bad.

but you and levi were long over. he broke up with you when you became a squad leader, never really explaining why. but you knew well he was just scared. levi had lost too many people in his life, that any new ones he just pushed away. you never tried reasoning with him, you knew it would fall on deaf ears anyway.

and then, you and erwin smith became much, much closer than before. all those late nights in his office, discussing tactics and helping him with mountains of paperwork brought you closer, and closer, until you were sharing secret kisses in dim-lit hallways, until he changed the squad positions to have you close to him, until he fell down on one knee two years later and asked you to marry him when everything was over. of course you said yes, and you were beaming and showing off that tiny diamond on your finger, until everything went to shit.

hange had warned you that erwin is in love with his job. you just never knew it would get so bad, to the point he came to sleep in your shared bed once every two weeks, only pecked your lips in a rush when you asked, only fucked you once in a full moon.

you were still in love with levi ackerman. and now you were standing at the annual gala for the survey corps, in a long blue gown, staring your ex boyfriend up and down. your table was filled with wine glasses, and someone would think you had company, but you were all alone since the start of the event. levi was listening to hange babbling about whatever, his pink lips in contact with a whiskey glass every few seconds.

god, you could eat him up right then and there.

what am i thinking? you brought your cold palm against your burning cheek, opting to look for your fiancé instead. he was nowhere to be found, of course. a gala basically in his honour and he was gone.

your eyes fell on levi again. he was wearing a black button-down, sleeves rolled up and black pants. so simple, but so, delicious.

the glass almost fell from your hand when he locked eyes with you.

oh god, he’s coming. make a turn, make a turn, don’t-

“hey, levi.” you gave a half embrace and kissed his cheek, your cheap lipstick leaving a faint red mark right on his cheekbone.

“you look beautiful.” was all he said. “and drunk.”

“i’m not drunk,” you scoffed, “this is my second drink.”

“what, in the last ten minutes?” he motioned to the table and your cheeks turned bright red. “where’s your husband?” his tongue was bitter with sarcasm.

“he’s not my husband. and i don’t know.” you mumbled, embarrassed. what kind of fiancée doesn’t know where her partner is?

“want to get some air?” you only nodded, following him out of the main hall and to a bench overlooking the walls. it was a starry night, the moon was full and you felt like a teenager again. just like you were when you and levi first met.

you watched intently as his hand reached in his pocket for a packet of slim cigarettes. he sighed when he realised his lighter was nowhere to be found, but you came quickly to his rescue. opening your purse, you took out a silver lighter, the initials L.A engraved on the side in tiny letters. levi was surprised you still had that, his eyes never leaving that stupid rock on your ring finger as he let you light his cigarette. he offered you one as well, now his turn to light it for you. your eyes met his. were you wrong to think they were full of longing? was he wrong to think yours were filled with regret?

“don’t tell him i’m smoking.”

“dear husband doesn’t allow it?” you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“he just hates it.”

“it’s a good thing he doesn’t kiss you then. he won’t smell it on your breath.” you turned your head surprised. how did he know?

“everyone knows, y/n.” he replied without you even having to ask. you sighed, staring at the burning cigarette in your hand.

“great. the survey corps’ walking anecdote, ladies and gentlemen.” you bowed to an invisible audience, leaning back on the bench with a frustrated sigh.

“what are you even doing with him?”

“it’s none of your business.”

“it is when i hear you moaning in the supply closet every night.” you let out a surprised gasp. how did he say these things so freely?

“the only person masturbating around cleaning products could be you, levi.”

“then who’s that moaning my name in there? every single night. at 2 o’clock sharp.” his voice came out in a whisper, lips touching your ear as he spoke. shivers ran down your spine and your eyes were burning with guilty tears.

“sounds like you have a secret admirer.”

“sounds like erwin can’t make you cum.”

“shut up!” you got up, looking out in the distance. two familiar arms snaked around your waist, locking against your lower stomach. wet lips came in contact with your neck, and you wanted to pull away so bad. to leave, run to your fiancé and kiss him.

but you couldn’t. and you didn’t.

because it was levi you were in love with.

“levi,” you whimpered and he swore his knees would give right then and there.

“shh. let me have this, let you have this.” he was kissing that spot right behind your ear, his hands roaming your body over your dress.

“someone could see us, levi.” you warned him.

“bet it would turn you on.” fuck, he knew what he was doing. “my room. ten minutes.”

levi went around the building and you went back into the main hall, falling right into erwin’s arms.

“i’ve been looking all over for you.” he scanned your face with worried eyes. “you look…”

“i can feel a migraine starting, erwin. i was just out getting some air.”

“okay, go get some sleep, alright? i’ll be in soon.” your heart skipped a beat.

“no, have fun tonight. you deserve it.” you reached up and kissed his lips softly, tears brimming your eyes.

you practically sprinted to levi’s room, head spinning and heart pounding like crazy. you knocked on the door and levi opened in mere seconds, as if he was standing right behind it waiting for you.

“you took too long.” he took you in his embrace, letting his forehead touch yours as you shut the door behind you.

“i ran into erwin.” you bit your bottom lip when levi showed the slightest hint of annoyance. he pushed you against the door, protecting the back of your head with his hand.

“yeah? did you tell him you’re gonna fuck your ex?”

“n-no.”

“you should have. because he’ll take one look at you tomorrow and he’s going to know.” his lips were attached on your neck, your jaw, your collarbone. god, you missed his touch. you missed needing him.

“levi,”

“what?” his voice didn’t show, but he was worried. scared you’ll regret this and leave, run off to erwin and tell him everything.

“kiss me, please.” you didn’t have to ask a second time, because his lips were slamming against yours, and he was so, so hungry. he lowered his body and his hands were around your thighs. you let him lift you up, wrapping your legs around his torso, letting you take him into the bedroom. two candles lit the room up, and you were hit with memories as soon as he dropped you on the mattress.

“take that off.” he instructed and you began unzipping your dress, but he stopped you. “i meant that.” he pointed at your finger. you didn’t give it a second thought, placing the ring in your purse and throwing it on the floor. “now that.” he pointed at your dress as he undressed himself too. you were too focused on the tricks the flame played on his chiselled abs, his strong veiny arms and muscular thighs.

god, he looked like a greek statue.

“can’t even do that yourself?” he took matters into his own hands, slowly taking your dress off before pushing you down again. he fell on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips and leaned down to kiss you. your lips were locked in place perfectly, like the last two pieces of a puzzle you couldn’t finish.

you took your bra off and let it fall on the floor with the rest of your clothes. levi’s lips latched onto your nipple, his fingers rolling the other one. you arched your back off the bed, moaning softly in his ear. his erection hit against your panties and suddenly you were going crazy.

you needed him. now, and forever. you rolled your hips against him as he kissed your body hungrily, watched him as he slid down until his teeth caught the bow on your underwear. he took them off as quick as he could.

“tell me, does he do this?” he asked, leaving a kiss on your clit. god, you were embarrassingly wet.

“he does…” you looked away, but levi reached your jaw with his hand and made you stare at him.

“but?”

“he doesn’t know where to touch me.” you mumbled.

“does he touch you here?” you felt the pads of his fingers come in contact with the top of your clit. you nodded no. “here?” he asked, slowly pulling his fingers down, to that spot that made your stomach tighten.

“no.”

“that idiot doesn’t know what he’s missing then.” was the last thing levi said before his tongue slipped into your folds. your hand fell on his head, as if out of instinct, and you pulled on his perfectly styled hair, guiding him right where you wanted him. a row of fuck, shit, oh god came out of your mouth. how long has it been since you felt this way? your fingers didn’t do even half of what levi was doing to you right now.

“levi, i’m coming.” you warned and he looked up at you as he added two fingers to the mixture, entering your slick cunt. you couldn’t look away from those mesmerising gray eyes as you moaned in pleasure and that knot in your stomach came undone. levi slowed down until he was off your pussy completely, now coming up to you again.

“has he ever made you this wet?” he kissed you, making you taste your juices mixed with his saliva.

“never.” you were telling the truth. levi was the only man who could ever do this to you. he was like magic.

“can i fuck you?”

“yes, please.” you whined when levi slapped his cock against your clit and you looked up at him through eyelashes painted black, silently begging for him to fuck you. he didn’t wait any longer to enter your cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. he adjusted your legs around his ass and leaned down, chests touching, to kiss you.

“you can’t even kiss me?” he teased. how could you? you were a moaning mess, getting louder with every harsh, slow thrust. even though erwin was much bigger than him, levi filled you up perfectly in every way.

he was made for you.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, sucking on his neck and those pretty collarbones to muffle your moan. leaning back, you admired the purple and red marks before smiling at him. levi could melt right then and there.

he picked up the pace, fucking you fast into the mattress.

“please, please, please!”

“what, coming again?” he chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your eye. “how long has it been, y/n? since someone made you come?”

“too-too long.” you breathed out.

“two years? two and a half?” you knew what he was doing. trying to make you admit he was the last man to make you orgasm.

“oh god, i’m coming!” your walls clenched around his dick, making him moan in pleasure. “levi, levi hold me.”

“i’m holding you.”

“more.” you needed his arms around you. you needed to become one again.

levi pulled you up and into his lap and you wrapped your legs around his torso, arms roaming his back, scratching it. he held you tight, slamming you up and down his cock until you were coming again, and again…

“missed this pussy,” he whined when he felt you clenching again, “missed your claws on my back.”

“give me all of it, levi.” you whispered in his ear and he lifted you up, hips bucking into the back of your thighs as he reached that spot he knew drove you mad. he was close, you could tell. oh god, you didn’t want this to end.

“fuck, i’m gonna-”

“inside me.” you didn’t let him finish. you wanted to feel all of him so bad.

“does erwin cum inside?”

“he doesn’t. he thinks it’s filthy.”

“good. this pussy’s…” his sentence was cut short with a groan and you felt a new, familiar warmth inside you, as he brought you down to fit all of his length, “all mine.” he whispered.

out of breath, you stared at each other. you didn’t want him to pull out. it would all become too real. but your juices combined were making a mess on his lap, so you slowly got up, heading for the bathroom. levi was hot on your heels, accepting the towel you took out for him. you looked at him through the mirror with a sad smile and he returned a serious gaze.

“don’t say this was a mistake.” he blurted out when you opened your mouth to speak. “don’t say anything.” he spun you around and hugged you tight. you could feel his warm breath on your neck, his fingers leaving white marks where he held you, his toes touching yours.

“i have to go.” your voice was shaky. tears fell down your cheeks and dropped on levi’s back, startling him. he pushed you softly and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“stay.”

“i can’t. i’m sorry.” you kissed his cheek and left. levi didn’t come into the bedroom. he waited for you to get dressed, and only when he heard the front door did he go into the room.

he spotted your bag, forgotten on the floor. with a sigh he took it, sat on the bed and opened it. lipstick, his lighter, cigarettes. your engagement ring. he took it in his hand, inspecting it against the light. he leaned to open the top nightstand drawer, a red slick wooden box the only thing inside it. he opened it, comparing the two rings.

“mine’s better. cheap piece of shit.”

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throwawayaccountfortoday · 5 months

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satoru gojo as taylor swift songs ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

an: welcome to the satoru swiftie-verse!!! for my fellow gojo and tay tay fans, this is my most delusional brain rot yet. since I clearly have a problem, I thought I’d compile all my taylor inspired satoru fics into one post!

fearless - friends to lovers

you belong with me - friends to lovers, highschool!au

mine - fake dating

enchanted - arranged marriage, part 2 to king of my heart

speak now - friends to lovers, love confession

the story of us - enemies to lovers kinda

never grow up - dad!gojo w/ megs and tsumiki

gorgeous - strangers to lovers

king of my heart - arranged marriage trope

dress - friends to lovers (kinda)

lover - established relationship

cornelia street - arranged marriage w a lil bit of enemies to lovers

false god - established relationship, suggestive

labyrinth - strangers to lovers

sweet nothing - established relationship, dad!gojo w megs + miki

mastermind - established relationship

high infidelity - second chance romance, hurt comfort ish

hits different - older brothers best friend!satoru

extra: gojo at the eras tour

you can always request satoru w/ a song as well (since knowing me, i’ll end up writing it anyways at some point so you might as well speed up the process) <3

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throwawayaccountfortoday · 5 months

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suddenly remembered how my husband proposed to me. ❤️

lover

satoru gojo x f!reader

you've loved him three summers, now you want them all

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: FLUFF. good old sweet wedding vibes, you being an idiot, satoru being a bigger one and making dirty jokes constantly, and just being the best lovers in general

an: I named nanami's wife daisy after my sweet @daisynik7 who I always subconsciously associate with nanami now. please make sure to check out her work + support her bc she's the sweetest person to ever person!

Nanami Kento is made for loving. And you only realize it now, minutes away from his beautiful bride walking down the aisle, that he always has been.

“Y/N!”

You’re thrown out of your thoughts to see your lover looking at you just past Nanami’s shoulder, hands erratically shaking in the air as he beckons for you to walk over. You give him a smile, handing your bouquet to Shoko, before you walk over.

Satoru’s quick to lace his hand around your waist, a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, as you look at Megumi and Yuuji in front of you two, horribly failing to put their boutonnieres on.

“Hi boys. Satoru.” you state, leaning into Satoru’s touch. He’s rubbing small circles into your back as he smiles down at you, the soft aura of warmth in the air present in his constant touches.

“Hi Y/N. We-this shit is so hard.” Yuuji states, exasperated as he fumbles with the pins in his hands.

Megumi holds the pins and the flowers up into the air, his nimble hands twisting both in his fingers.

“You’d think this type of stuff is self-explanatory, but it’s starting to feel more like rocket science.” Megumi grumbles.

You fight the urge to laugh as the two of them grow more frustrated with the premise, trying their best to avoid having Nanami come over and put them on himself.

“Okay, how about you both hand me those before one of you stabs each other with the pins?”

You hold your hands out, softly fixing the flowers to Yuuji’s coat jacket, and then Megumi’s, before you pull back and admire both of them in full. Yuuji’s pink hair has been brushed down to perfection and Megumi’s wearing that expensive cologne that Satoru bought him for his birthday last year - the two of them the picture perfect groomsmen. Fitting perfectly in, with that soft love that’s blooming in the room.

You reach forward, cupping the sides of both of their cheeks, as you fight the emotions, that overwhelming, sickly sweet feeling that’s overflowing when you look at them.

“You both look very handsome.” you murmur, rubbing your thumbs on the softness of both of their cheeks as you watch the pink flush rise on both of their necks.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Megumi murmurs, while Yuuji all but wraps his arms around you.

The two of them shuffle away - more like Megumi being dragged by the wrist to go talk to Nanami with Yuuji - leaving you and Satoru standing slightly to the left of the altar. You turn to him, your hands instinctively reaching for his suit, fixing the little flowers pinned to his chest and his pink tie. He brings his hands up, crushing yours in his own, and stopping you in pursuit.

“Y/N.” he states, the tone in his voice teasing.

“What?”

“You’re already losing your bet, sweetheart. I saw those tears in your eyes when you were looking at Megumi and Yuuji.”

A stupid bet the two of you had made, since Satoru’s so convinced that you won’t even last five minutes when the ceremony starts. You roll your eyes, lightly shoving him, before you turn around to look at them.

Satoru’s quick to pull you flesh against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both watch. His soft breaths are enough to tickle your exposed skin, his warmth enveloping yours. Megumi and Yuuji are smiling brightly, laughing with Nanami right at the center of the altar.

They’re made for love too. Overflowing with it even.

“They’re sweet boys, Satoru. I-I’ve seen them in so many compromising situations. Cradling each other’s bloodied bodies, blank faces when they thought they lost each other, they-”

The wave of emotion is back in full flesh, this time tinged with the harshest bit of regret. At the three of them, so animated, when you’ve never seen them like this before. That they don’t get to be like this all the time. That when tomorrow comes, the only difference will be that Nanami will put his life on the line, but this time with a silver band encased around his finger.

A harsher loss if she ever has to lose him.

“Shh. I know, sweetheart. It’s-”

“I’m happy for them. For Kento. It’s nice to be in a room like this, being suffocated by the warmth of love.”

“I think that’s actually just me putting my entire body weight on you.”

You scoff, turning around as you place your hands flat on his chest. He’s pulling you closer to him, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as you jokingly protest.

“Satoru.”

“You love it. Though, if you’re interested in me putting my weight on you in other ways, if you know what I mean, we can-”

“You dog. That didn’t even make any sense. And we’re at a wedding.” you scorn.

“Well, it obviously made sense if you’re scolding me for it.”

“Shut up, you’re so-”

There’s a soft clinking of the bell, indicating that they’re about to start the reception, that Nanami’s soon to be wife is about to stroll down the aisle any second. You turn back, giving Satoru a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek, before you stroll back to the other side.

And relish in the fact that Satoru has the marks of love on his face, that Yuuji and Megumi seem to glance at each other every time the officiant makes a comment about true love, and that Nanami Kento is about to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loves most.

You lose the bet at the two minute mark. When Nanami erupts into a fit of his own smiley tears, when he takes his hand in hers for the first time. At getting to spend forever, with his Daisy in the meadow.

The question, later on, catches you off guard.

“Whose that?”

You turn your head, to where Amelia - one of Nanami’s childhood best friends - is pointing, the look on her face filled with curiosity.

“Who are you talking about, Amy?”

“Him. The tall one, with the white hair and blue eyes.”

You swallow hard, biting the side of your cheek, as you smile.

“Satoru. Satoru Gojo. He was one of Nanami’s groomsmen.”

“Is he single?”

Your suspicions, the ones you’ve held from the combined bachelor and bachelorette party, are confirmed. That Amelia, like many others met you before, wants him.

It’s not the first time it’s happened. Satoru, naturally, has a gravitating sense to him. It’s in the way he stands, the way he smiles and talks that he can’t help but catch people’s attention. And you can’t even blame him for it, because it’s the thing that drew you to him in the first place. That magnetic force about him.

Like you’ve manifested him solely by thinking about him, he’s suddenly right at your side, his hand sliding around your shoulder.

“I saved you a seat at the table. I’ll just be in the bathroom, okay?”

“Okay, love. Sure.” you respond, watching the embarrassed flush spread across Amelia’s cheeks. You give her a warm smile, so as to curb her feelings, as Satoru leans closer to whisper into your ear.

“Blink twice if you’re going to meet me in there.”

You roll your eyes, before clenching them tightly shut and giving him his answer.

“You’re no fun, Y/N L/N.” he groans, pressing a kiss to your cheek before running off to the other side.

You turn back to Amelia, as she all but starts word vomiting.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea, I didn’t mean to insinuate anything and I didn’t even know that you two were-”

“That’s okay, Amy. How could you have known?”

She somewhat deflates, cheeks still bright pink, as she mumbles.

“I really am sorry. I just figured since he wasn’t wearing a ring or anything, you know?”

“Of course. I’m really not mad, please don’t feel embarrassed.”

The two of you link your arms together, as you start strolling towards the table. You take a second to admire the soft fabric of the dresses you’re wearing, at the matching little bracelets secured around your wrists.

“How long have you been dating?”

“It’s been three years.” you state, your affection for him glowing in your chest.

“Are you guys engaged?”

And you’re not sure why, but every fiber in your being is begging you to say yes.

“No.”

“Well, sometime soon. God knows, that’ll be you up there sometime soon.” she states, lightly squeezing your hands before she splits and walks towards her own table.

You turn your head towards the door, to find Satoru excitedly wrapping his arms around Ijichi, that you realize it.

That Nanami Kento is made up of love. That Megumi and Yuuji and Shoko and Nobara and everyone around you always has been.

That most of all, Satoru Gojo was made for loving. And it’s your deepest, sincerest wish that he’s made for loving you.

For the rest of your life.

Almost six hours later, and deep into the night, you and Satoru are both lugging an extreme amount of weight to your front door.

It turns out that Megumi Fushiguro and Yuuji Itadori can not hold their drink for the life of them. Which means that you and Satoru have to drag the two of them home, so they don’t do something embarrassing or commit an accidental murder on the way home.

“Stand there. I’ll come get him in a second.”

Megumi leans a majority of his weight on you, the sweet wine smell hanging on his breath as you watch Satoru lead Yuuji to the living room.

“Satoru. I told you that you forgot to turn the Christmas lights off.” you groan, only now noticing the little golden lights twinkling in the dark of your apartment.

“Chrr-istmas? It’s Jann-uary.” Megumi slurs, slightly shifting on his weight.

Satoru’s quick to catch him before he stumbles, signaling for you to let him go, as you head to the kitchen.

“Well, this is our place, Megumi. If you were so morally opposed to our decorations, maybe you should have stayed sober enough to go home.” Satoru adds, both Megumi and Yuuji dazed off on your couch.

You set the two glasses of water and Baby Aspirins on the table, ruffling their hair, before you shuffle into your shared bedroom with Satoru following. You’re both quick to help each other, you unpinning Satoru’s boutonniere while he attends to taking off your heels, before you both stumble into the bathroom together.

“Satoru.”

“Hm, sweet?”

“Do you remember Amy? Amelia?” you ask.

He pauses for a second, rolling over the thought, before he leans against the counter and turns to you. He’s holding your toothbrush in his hand, already set with the paste, before reaching for his own.

“No. Who’s that?”

“She’s one of Nanami’s friends. You met her at the bachelor/bachelorette party.”

“What’s she look like?”

“Short, long red hair and a lot of freckles?”

“Hm. Doesn’t ring a bell. Why do you ask?”

“Oh. She just thought you were cute. Was asking me if you were single.”

There’s a wide smirk spreading across his face, as he wraps his arms around your waist and makes the motions to tickle you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re too cute! Are you jealous?”

“No.” you grumble, cheeks turning hot at the premise.

“Yes, you are.”

“How could I be jealous? Are you forgetting what we did in the bathroom?”

“Aw, you’re so possessive, princess. It’s so sweet.” he adds, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder, as he makes the moves to start removing your makeup.

Satoru’s love language is acts of service, down to his bones. Meaning that any small task you could do for yourself - like taking your shoes off, making your breakfast - it was something that Satoru always beat you to doing.

But his favorite? Taking off your makeup, massaging your little serums into your skin, and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before the two of you go to bed.

“You’re the only one for me, silly girl.”

“I know that. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Oh?” he asks, fully laughing as you shove him.

“Well, she did say another thing. That got me thinking.”

He sets down the little bottle of wipes, securing his hands around your waist as he lifts you to sit on the counter. He stands in the little space between your legs, squeezing the sides of your waist as he patiently waits for you to talk.

“Well, she asked me if we were engaged? And I was just kind of thinking about….why we weren’t.”

“Oh.”

Satoru’s face is devoid of any emotion, as you make your best efforts to backtrack.

“I-I’m not saying that as an insult to you! I just mean that….maybe I realized that I want to be with you forever. And I’ve always known that, but I really want it. Right now. We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the day after, but I know that if something did happen, I’d hate to know we never got to cross that.”

You lock your fingers in with his, rubbing your fingers into his calloused skin as the admission, so vulnerable it makes your chest hollow out.

“You just mean the world to me, Satoru. I want everyone to know it, from the little metal band that goes right here.” you murmur, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss right into the little divot of his ring finger.

It’s at this moment that Satoru Gojo doesn’t know what to do. And he fully curses that bitch Amelia, who he can’t even fucking remember mind you, for putting this stupid thought into your head.

For throwing a wrench into his plans.

Because in earnest, Satoru Gojo would be crazy not to marry you. Not when he loves you so much, when you fill every empty part of him so tenderly with love that he can’t even remember the pain of that loss at all.

So much so, that he’s been planning out the perfect proposal for months. Just for you, here and now, to suggest it to him in your shitty bathroom.

“You don’t have to say anything, Satoru. I know marriage is a big thing to think about. We can talk about it another day.”

He watches you smile at him, so genuine and kind, before you press a kiss and pad out the room to change out of your dress. And the entire moment makes his heart sting.

That you think for a second that he has to consider whether or not he wants to marry you. That it doesn’t even hurt you, that you’re willing to wait for when he’s ready. That you think he isn’t dying to call you yours, to wear a ring proudly on his finger and tell any living, breathing soul that you’re his.

The following morning, he recounts the situation to a very hungover Megumi and Yuuji. And the two of them are half there, which adds up to one fully functional brain, in Satoru’s eyes.

“Shit. So what did you say?” Megumi asks.

“Nothing? I’ve been planning out this stupid proposal for weeks, I couldn’t just do it then and there!”

“You said nothing? She probably feels like shit right now.” Megumi adds, rather unhelpfully.

“Do you have a ring?” Yuuji asks.

Satoru fishes around in his pocket for that light green, velvety box before handing it to Yuuji. He doesn’t miss the way their eyes go wide, the soft smiles on their face, as they admire the ring.

One Satoru took six months to pick out and then had to end up custom designing. So that it could be perfect for you.

“I’m so happy for you, Gojo-sensei. You’re made for each other.” Yuuji adds, excitedly smiling at him as Satoru takes the box back.

He admires the little glimmering gem, warmth pooling in his own chest, as he tucks it safely back into his pocket when you trudge out of the bedroom. You’re half asleep still - one of Satoru’s favorite sights - as you groan and reach for the warm cup of coffee that Satoru had already prepared for you.

“Morning. How are your heads?”

“Pounding.” Megumi groans, bringing his fingers up to his temples as Yuuji slides him a glass of water.

“We’ll make breakfast, yeah?”

You and Satoru move to make the two of them eggs, giving each other soft smiles as you hear the two of them murmur behind your back.

“Hey, Satoru?”

“Yes, princess?”

“About last night…”

Satoru freezes up, giving Megumi and Yuuji a look, as they both all but end their conversation and immediately start eavesdropping.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I-I wasn’t trying to pressure you into something.”

“You didn’t-”

“I did. I guess I just felt weird when Amy brought it up and all, especially since we were at the wedding. But we don’t have anything to prove to anyone and you know, marriage is a social construct anyways, so…”

Satoru can tell very quickly that you’re trying to backtrack from the tone in your voice. That it’s so dejected, that you can’t even force yourself to say the words like you mean them.

"What we have, right now, means the world to me. Your heart has been borrowed and mine's been pretty much blue ever since I was able to know what that meant, but it hasn't been for so long. And that's really all that matters to me, Satoru. Really. That we get to stay together, like this."

And that stupid feeling in him twinges again. That you want nothing more to be together, to be married, but you’d put it aside to keep him in your life if you had to. That you’re more than willing to do anything for him, that you think he won’t move mountains to give you anything you want.

Especially this thing. This thing that he’s wanted since the moment he met you.

You neatly plate the eggs onto the dishes, before sliding them in front of Megumi and Yuuji and giving them bright smiles.

“I’m going to go get ready for work. I’ll see you guys later, yeah?”

“I love you.” Satoru adds, rather urgently.

And when you soften, give him your tender smile, Satoru knows that he has to do this sooner than later. In fact, when you arrive home from work.

“I love you too, Satoru.”

You arrive home, particularly sore and bloodied, to find Satoru waiting for you in the kitchen. A horrible habit of his, coupled with his insomnia, means that he always waits up for you, when you’re out on a mission.

Satoru’s quick to move towards you, the metallic smell of blood in the air, as he reaches forwards, his anxious hands running across your skin and feeling for any cuts and bruises.

“Y/N.” he murmurs, nearly pleading as his eyes go wide.

“I saw Shoko before I got here. It’s all minor, I’m just a little sore.”

Satoru’s hands are all but trembling as he wraps his hands around your face, trying his best to ignore that metallic taste of blood on your lips and focus more on the sweet, vanilla taste of your chapstick. He’s breathing hard as he rests his forehead against yours and you absentmindedly bring your hands up to his chest.

“Hi Satoru.” you whisper.

“Hi Y/N.”

“I’m okay.”

“I know you are. It just never gets easier seeing you like this. You getting a paper cut is basically the end of the world for me.”

You giggle, earning a soft smile from him, as he tilts your face slightly up. You press a kiss to the palm of his hand, before deflating directly into his arms and wrapping yourself in his embrace. It’s only then that you notice the lit candles on the dinner table and the smallest bouquet of pink flowers.

“What’s the occasion?”

“You. You and me specifically.”

You look up, giving him a confused look. And then he’s holding a little green box in his hand, flicking it open and turning it towards you.

You immediately feel the tears well in your eyes, the shining engagement ring glimmering in the box.

“Satoru.” you whisper.

“You kill me, you know that?”

You swallow hard, looking at his blue eyes as he pulls you closer to him, his hands secure around your waist.

“You really think I don’t want to marry you? I’ve been waiting for the fucking day since I met you, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been trying to plan it out. For months. For basically the past year. And-and it’s so hard when I want every second of it to be perfect. To be a testament to us and-”

You bring your hand up, the tears freely flowing from your eyes, as you rub your thumbs into the softness of his skin.

“You’re so ridiculous. Anything would have been perfect. It’s you.”

The softness in his tone, your words, are enough to bring the tears to Satoru’s eyes, as he quickly whips out his phone and hands you it. It’s open on a photo album, filled with pictures of you and Satoru. Specifically, Satoru holding up the little ring box with you in the peripheral, unbeknownst to you.

“Satoru.”

“I’ve been taking pictures of you. And the ring for like the past six months. It’s been under your nose the entire time.”

“Oh my god. You’re so fucking stupid, Gojo.” you respond, laughing as you shove him.

He’s leaning against you, your temples pressed together as you look at all the pictures. At his glittering smile, in each and every one of them.

“I hope you know that I’ll always want to be with you, married or not. After everything that's happened, after everything we've been through...I…I just want to be where you are. I want to go where you go and I…I want us to be this close forever.” he murmurs.

He takes the ring box back from your hands, carefully plucking the little ring from the plush, before holding it out in front of you.

“Will you marry me?”

Satoru Gojo is a lover. And you only realize it now, when it’s pouring out of him, in that sweet smile and that honey sweet tone, that he’s always been made for loving you. And you, for him.

“Of course, I will.”

He slides the little band onto your finger, quickly lifting your hand to press a kiss to it, before wrapping his arms around you. And pressing his plush lips against yours, warm and soft and so deeply fulfilling that it makes every bone in your body ache.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, as he laughs.

“Can we consummate our engagement?”

“That’s not a thing, dumbass.” you deadpan.

“I’ll make it a thing.” he responds, all but dragging you by the wrist into the room with him.

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Same 😩

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Hello dearest reader. This idea came up in my head while listening to this song. Because I thought, "hey, isn't this the best songfic to describe a levixreader fic?" Please do listen to the song while reading!!! The experience will be immaculate, I promise!

This is probably the only fanfic that I will ever write for him. I haven't written in 8 years so forgive my errors for my work. My love for this man will never die, even if the fandom will.

"This is where you dedicated your heart..." Murmured Levi as he looks to his late comrades in the smoke, smiling at him proudly. He put his hand to his chest to salute them one last time as a tear fell down his cheek, relieved that all the fighting is over now.

You, however, found yourself reverting back to human after being turned to a pure titan by that thing that Reiner tackled after getting Founding Eren beheaded. You were grateful to still be alive, however your first concern was Levi. You didn't know what happened after you turned, you didn't expect to be alive after you turned. The last time you saw him was convincing Mikasa and Pieck to leave and get on Falco.

As you ran from the smoke, you noticed him, sitting tiredly while saluting through the air. You realized it's the friends that you lost over the years, looking at Levi proudly. Your eyes welled up as you noticed Hanji and Erwin staring back at you with an even wider smile, before the smoke disappeared. You ran to him and hugged him tight. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" You shouted at him but he only chuckled which made you pull back. He put his injured hand on your cheek and smiled slightly, "Welcome back." Your eyes gathered the tears again, and this time, with the gathered courage and adrenaline from the battle, you kissed him.

Levi wasn't shocked by your actions, however. He kissed you back with the same fervor longing as you did him.

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3 months after the Rumbling, a lot happened.

The remaining survivors from the other side of the wall, along with the alliance, decided to held a memorial for all of the people that had died during the most atrocious event in all mankind. The civilians learned to never take life for granted. And so, they built a wall as a memorial. Everyone listed the names of all they know that died. After that, they cried, remembering their final moments before they got squashed by titan toes.

You however, can't stop crying. Levi was on your side sitting in a wheelchair. He stopped crying long ago. He accepted their deaths already, as he was just glad that their deaths are not in vain. He just held your hand while looking directly to the names he wrote, heart still in pain, but in peace.

You looked down and noticed Levi's hands on yours, and stared at him. He has no tears left to cry. But you knew deep down you were as glad as him that the battle is all over. So you sniffled and wiped your tears with your free arm and held his hand tighter.

No words, just shared grief dealt differently.

It was then that Levi decided not to go back to Paradis. Of course you also went with him with no hesitations when he asked. You wanted to be with him everyday just like the old times, but now, it's much more peaceful.

A year after the Rumbling, the green grass enveloped the earth once again, covering the footsteps that swarmed the planet that traumatized the remaining 20% of the population.

It's also been a year since you and Levi left Paradis to pursue a peaceful life beyond the wall. It was indeed, peaceful. However, the trauma of the battle from the start till the end still haunts the two of you. And so, you both find it hard to finalize your feelings.

However, Levi picked up a new hobby: gardening. You saw him gardening and teased him about him being filthy. He just responded with: "I need to do something other than cleaning so that you shits won't forget about me just because I'm now handicapped" You just chuckled.

But a week after that, after you prepared your lunch and was about to call Levi from the backyard, you stopped. Speechless.

Your backyard was turned into a beautiful garden that was almost made by a landscape artist.

Levi noticed your jaw dropped and went to you. "I planted a memory garden." He just said solemnly. You then looked at him and realized that this wasn't just a hobby -- it's his coping mechanism. Your eyes welled up as you knelt to hug him. He returned your hug, digging his head on your shoulder. "Whatever the fuck we made will never be enough to honor them." He murmured on your shoulder. You removed yourself from the embrace to face him. "We can do something that will surely honor their sacrifices." You said as you smiled at him. "What is it?"

"To live with no regrets."

His eyes widened. He suddenly remembered that this was his reminder to himself ever since Farlan and Isabel died. Ever since he truly tasted the despair of the world.

Your eyes softened as you smiled at him. "I never really addressed it since I first kissed you the day the battle ended. But I have always loved you. Out of everyone, you were the one I'm most afraid to lose. The Battle of Shiganshina slapped me to the face once I realized. I loved you, Levi. And I will continue to be. For as long as you'll have me." You confessed to him, finally. Levi stared at you in disbelief to your second statement. The both of you already knew your feelings for each other since the battle ended. However, due to your grief, ptsd and other overwhelming emotions that the both of you continue to overcome, you both never addressed it until today.

Levi picked up a poppy flower from the garden and placed in on your hair. You blushed. "What? Do you really think I did not feel the same? You're stuck with me, wether you like it or not, brat." You chuckled and nodded. He only held your hand as an affirmation.

Because there was no morning glory from the war. It wasn't fair, yes, but you both had known the world isn't fair since your first expedition. But at least now, the fear of an expectant death has been erased, as it was replaced with an unforeseeable future. A future with him doesn't sound so bad, after all.

"Of course. I vow I would always be yours, Levi."

All that bloodshed, crimson clover uh-huh

The worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout The Great War

Always remember uh-huh

We're burn for better

I vow I would always be yours

Cause we survived The Great War

"I vow I would always be yours..."

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