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part 9 - Smitten

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: I’M BAAACK, still struggling with uni stuff, but had some time to write so enjoy another long smut+fluff and my own little sketch of a modern au Jeanbo [he can have it]

cw: 18+ smut! explicit language, lot of teasing, sending nudes hehe, unprotected sex in various positions, both receiving oral, spanking, dirty talk, and some sweet little fluff at the end(:

wc: 8,6k

Jeanbo

wanna bring that smartass over, Rocky Balboa?

Connie’s out for the night

You chuckled at your phone, the stupid nickname instantly flooding your mind with memories of the brutal physical fight of the previous day.

It started out as an innocent afternoon of studying, the four of you gathering in your dorm for a scientific conference like the sophisticated citizens of the university that you are — but it quickly turned into a boxing match when Jean stole your pen to write "I'm a loser" across your neatly organized notes. Connie and Sasha had no choice but to watch with motionless, completely unconcerned expressions as Jean digged his fingers under your ribcage as a self-defense move, and you (being slightly ticklish) decked your fist into his face as a reflex.

"Pfft, would you be Rocky Balboa?" Ymir scoffed after she stopped pushing you, grabbing the chain of the swing you were sitting on, so she could read the text you were so amused by.

"You phould phee Jean's nose, phe nearly broke it.” Sasha's words fell victim to the giant lollipop filling her mouth, neither of her hands free as she was hanging from the monkey bars, exactly as an orangutan would be casually chilling.

"It was an accident!" you unconsciously raised your hand to your nose, an embarrassed tint of pink dusting your cheeks as Sasha reminded you of the injury you caused to Jean. He kinda deserved it, but you didn't mean to hurt him.

Sasha let go of the cold metal bars, hopping onto the thin dust of snow covering the ground. As if the chilly air bit into her cheeks, they glowed with a vivid red blush even in the dim, grey lights of the winter afternoon dusk. "It was a perfectly executed right hook, but it's okay."

"Hard to believe, with all due disrespect," Ymir sneered underneath the furry trim on the hood of her coat as she pulled on the chains again, pushing you in the swing with such force that your attempts at texting back to Jean instantly failed. "I would knock you out in a second."

"And Mikasa would knock you out in half a second," you grimaced as you digged the heels of your boots into the rigid ground, fighting back against Ymir's evil strength. "So what are you saying?"

Sasha giggled with the stick of the lollipop between her teeth and you smiled. Even though you couldn't see her face, the moment of hesitant silence was enough of a sign — Ymir knew it was true.

"Yeah, sure, in your dreams," she scoffed.

In contrast to your desperate twitching as you fought back against Ymir, Mikasa sat on the other swing like a picture of serenity. Her legs moved ever so slightly as she pushed herself off the ground, the small movements of the swing creating a quiet, but eerie creaking sound that would've sent shivers down your spine if you heard it in a horror movie.

Mikasa's eyes moved to Ymir, gazing at her above the big, red scarf that covered the lower part of her face as it wrapped tightly around her. "We can give it a try, if you want.”

"I'd pay an INSANE amount of money to see that fight," Sasha stated after growing impatient and biting down on her lollipop, crunching on it with loud cracks — like she always did with any hard candy.

"I'd pay you an insane amount of money to shut your goddamn mouth," Ymir snapped back right away with her usual snarky tone.

"Ymir!"

"I'll shut up for a couple hundo," Sasha shrugged while her teeth destroyed the last bits of the candy.

"For like two minutes, I suppose,” Ymir snickered, but as usual, Sasha couldn't be less bothered by her bullying, simply nodding in agreement.

"Pretty much."

You shook your head as you laughed, your eyes glued to your phone's screen while your fingers moved fast to reply to Jean, your heart's thumping even faster. It was beating with an excited joy, much more than just a lustful desire. Something that felt so pure, almost innocent — only a couple of hours passed since you ran into him, but still...

You couldn't wait to see him again.

you

i know you'll be waiting for me with a baseball bat to get revenge

but sure thing🤓 see you in 20

"I'm sorry, Mikasa, we have to reschedule me kicking your ass." Ymir's sarcastic tone earned a roll of Mikasa's eyes, even if she couldn't hide the amused spark in them. "I'm outta here"

"Are you going to volleyball practice?" you blurted out the mindless question, instantly knowing it was a mistake to ask.

"I'm going to your mom, actually," Ymir replied as she pushed your back with a vicious force one last time and you bursted out laughing. Right after Jean, Ymir was the second most skilled 'your mom' expert you knew.

"Right, tell her I said hi.”

"Anything for you, my dearest sweetheart," Ymir sneered as she leaned down to pinch your cheek and you let out a painful squeak. "Have fun getting busy with mullet-man."

"You're particularly vile today," Mikasa pointed out, winning an immediate ticket to Ymir's bullying-train as she grabbed the end of her scarf and with a simple movement, threw it on top of Mikasa's head, covering half of her face.

Then Ymir put her hands into the pockets of her coat and simply walked away without a word.

"Bye, girly pop!" Sasha yelled at her as you were chuckling to yourself at the hilarious absurdity of Ymir's behavior and she just raised a hand in the cold winter air as a goodbye.

"Typical" Mikasa commented, then brushed the scarf off of her face.

"Another date night?" Sasha asked you with a huge grin, her voice quivering with excitement as her hands cheered with small little claps. She was almost more excited than you were.

"Not a date night, just... Just hanging out," you replied as casually as you could, but even your hand couldn't hide your sheepish smile as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"Suuuure"

"Leave it, she's in love." Mikasa flicked her hand and Sasha let out a heartfelt laugh while you blushed. It's been long, long weeks since you and Jean's little dates and meetups got regular, but you still couldn't gather the strength to admit to your friends how tragically smitten you were.

But you weren't the only one being teased about him — Jean couldn't avoid all the playful pestering in the past few weeks, either.

BAM!

Jean's head jerked back at the impact after a padded shoulder found him in the most unfortunate slouching position as his focus drifted off for a few seconds, hitting his jaw with full force.

"Eyes on me, Jeanbo!" Reiner yelled back above his shoulder, already skating back to his place.

Jean grunted at the sudden pain, then raised his glove to his face. Reiner's strength met his jaw right at a spot that made his vision go black, seeing stars for a couple of seconds. For a moment, he couldn't even remember what drills they were doing.

"Kirstein!"

Jean shook his head to get his thoughts and senses back together, already pushing himself on the ice to skate towards Coach Levi's voice. The new headcoach had a few very strict basic rules which, as his stern stamp has already won the respect of the team, Jean tried to immediately obey as well.

"You're here to collect dust today, I see," Levi said in a low voice, leaning on the boards with both hands. Jean's skates came to a stop in front of him, but the coach nodded his head to order him out to the benches.

"I'm sorry, Coach." Jean's eyes dropped to his skates as he stepped out of the rink, deliberately avoiding to look at Levi. He almost opened his mouth to add an 'I'm tired', but stopped himself immediately. Shitty excuses were a no-go with Coach Ackerman.

"You look like a dog chewed through you, swallowed, then threw you up." Levi's voice was unexpressive, but his grey eyes pierced through Jean's with a coldness exactly as sharp as the stinging, frosty air above the ice rink. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Coach, I'm just—I'm a little tired." Jean decided not to explain any further, even if Levi seemed to care. He figured the coach wouldn't appreciate his heartfelt story about the little date of yours the previous night, a spontaneous evening walk turning into hours of conversation, irrationally long laughing fits and cuddling as the first snow of the winter was softly falling down on you. Coach Levi probably wouldn't care about how he just simply couldn't go home, unable to break away from you as you both slipped your arms under each other's coats, warming each other up with tight hugs and sweet, deepening kisses — and he just didn't notice the midnight stars above you, even if they tried to warn him about the late hour.

"It's time to decide if you want to keep dreaming awake in the rink or stay forward in line one, then," the coach bluntly replied with his arms crossed. "Understood?"

"Understood." Jean nodded. The coach was right. He didn't come to the rink at least four times a week for nothing. If anything, he felt a little embarrassed about the fact that others noticed a change in his behavior and focus since... Well, since you were in the picture.

"Maybe try focusing on your goals a little more than your girlfriend, Kirstein," Levi added and that stopped Jean in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment before nodding again, then grabbed the board, jumping over it to get back to the rink. The coach's comment sounded like an honest advice rather than a snarky remark — although Jean had no idea how the hell he knew about your existance.

"A girlfriend? I thought we bros were sharing," a guy slammed into the boards next to him with a loud bang and Jean instantly rolled his eyes. Floch was the third player of their line with Reiner, and Jean could've punched all the teeth out of the disgusting pervy grin that was plastered across his face at that moment.

"Eat shit, dumbass," Jean simply responded before pushing him with his shoulder as he skated back to their assigned corner.

"How about getting your head out of your ass, Forster?!" Levi wasted no time swinging his arm, hitting Floch's helmet with the timer he had in his hand, the loud knock on his head only confusing the guy. "NOW!"

Jean touched the spot on his jaw where Reiner hit him and he hissed at the sharp pain. If it was already feeling sore, he could imagine how colorful it was bound to get later.

"Sorry, man."

"It's fine, Reiner," Jean shook his head, knocking his stick on the ice as a sign to get back to the drills.

Though the bruise instantly felt a lot better when your soft lips pressed onto it, kissing it gently as Jean's hips rolled into you with a steady rhythm. His jeans pooled around his ankles and yours were thrown across the room somewhere, your shirt tugged up your chest to let your perfect boobs bounce freely as Jean devoured the beautiful sight with eager eyes. You two just figured the drawer in their dorm was the perfect height for you to sit on, legs spread wide apart, Jean's hands grabbing the flesh of your ass as your hips met at one messy, sloppy wet spot as he slowly fucked into you.

"You're getting so wet, love," Jean mumbled in your ear and you mewled in response, feeling your slick trickling down your ass as the lewd squelching sounds got louder. There was not a time when Jean didn't make you soaking wet, but there was a special something in the way his thick cock slowly dragged in and out of your pussy that just made it drool in response. Maybe it was the way you felt every inch of him taking the sweet time to rub against your spongy, sensitive spot that made you lose your mind. "S'wet for me."

"It just feels s-so fucking good," you moaned, your sweet voice and your warm walls squeezing around him making Jean groan in pleasure. You pressed another soft kiss onto the purple bruise on his sharp jaw, then gently ran your finger over it. "Please keep fucking me so slowly, baby"

"Holy—shit" Jean squeezed his eyes shut as his head started spinning. He was a sight to see as he struggled not to fill you up right then and there. His breathing ragged, a gorgeous flush on his cheeks, small beads of sweat glistening at the line of his soft hair, a few ashy brown strands falling into your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. You clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life as your eyes wandered down to his happy trail glistening with your mixed wetness, then his throbbing cock, splitting you apart...

"I—I'm so close," you whispered desperately and Jean's lips crashed into yours in a sloppy kiss, his moans into your mouth making you whimper in response. "Hnngh"

"Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?"

"So good, baby," you pressed your forehead to his again and your fingers glided along his stubble, behind his ear, then to the back of his head to lovingly entwine with long strands of his hair. Your big doe eyes pierced through his with such an intense glint of pleasure, your cheeks and lips so plump and burning with heat, Jean felt himself stumble closer to the edge at the beautiful sight. "You're stretching me out so good, please don't stop, I—I'm..."

He tried to squeeze his eyes shut to hold back, last a little longer, but you calling him baby, praising his every movement, and your soft moans against his lips mercilessly whirled his mind even further.

"Fuuu—fuck, I can't," Jean grunted and you let out a devastated shriek at the sudden loss of him inside you as he pulled out. He moaned looking at the string of your clear wetness connecting you to his swollen tip, his cock hard and heavy, slightly bobbing as he got down on one knee in front of you.

"Nooo, what are you doing?" you hopelessly cried out as Jean looked up at you with an apologetic smile, both of his hands sliding up your thighs, large fingers harshly digging into the flesh, his hot breath tickling you as it grazed your sensitive clit.

"I'm sorry, love, I don't want to cum yet," he mumbled into you as his lips already pressed on your puffy lips. You didn't even have a chance to reply as his warm tongue glided through your slit, making your eyes roll back into your hand.

The way Jean could eat you out — how he was practically making out with your pussy, cruelly licking you into madness, his tongue feeling soft, yet so sloppy, so nasty... It just made you lose all control. You caressed the bruise on his jaw, unable to take your eyes off of the gorgeous man burrying his face into your core.

"Oh my fff— God, you're so fucking hot." Your head was spinning as you whimpered, Jean's deep grunts sending such ecstatic vibrations through your center that your fingers had to clutch into his hair for support. As your legs trembled, your fingers tugging on his hair, Jean's composure started crumbling — he moaned loudly at the pleasure, your fingers tugged even more harshly, his moans into your warmth got even louder...

Then to Jean's own surprise, he suddenly came undone.

Without warning, hot spurts of cum wet the floor below him, running down his untouched length with a yearning anguish — and that was the time you realized that Jean really, really liked his hair being pulled.

From then on, you made sure to take advantage of this little secret weak spot of his. Nothing crazy though, just lightly grabbing his hair while you softly moaned in his ear about how good he's fucking you, lacing your fingers through his strands, pulling him closer to you as you described to him how amazing his cock made you feel — your sweet voice mumbling these dirty confessions, paired with the heavenly sensation of your delicate fingers running through his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on it, made it extremely difficult for him not to cum instantly.

"Fuck... You know exactly what you're doing, right?" Jean would huff as he slowed down the stern snapping of his hips, answering the mischievous glint in your eyes with a few large fingers stuffing your mouth full to shut you up for a little while. "M'sorry, baby, I have to."

And as the naughty spark turned into desperate tears in your eyes, you couldn't help but moan around Jean's fingers in agreement. You did exactly know what you were doing. But you just couldn't help it. The more familiar you became with each other's bodies, the more you discovered of all the little things that made Jean feel good. And you wanted nothing more than to make him feel so, so good.

Jean loved making out with you. Even the smallest, soft little pecks made his core tingle that your pretty lips pressed onto his, but the way your tongue danced around his, so eager to feel him in your mouth, just made him melt. Both of your moans and sweet saliva meeting in the sloppy kisses felt so good, so dirty, his cheeks always flushed with a pretty red color that you loved to admire. And the intense eye contact paired with the delicate touch of your fingers on his warm skin didn't help his state.

Touch was another thing you loved to use to your advantage in making a puddle out of him. You could feel the goosebumps that formed on his skin as you gently ran your fingers along the muscles of his arm, fingertips ever so slightly touching him, or when you innocently slid your palm over the shirt that covered his chest, up to his neck — that beautiful, sensitive neck that you loved kissing so much. It was just the perfect height for you to nuzzle into the warm skin, his intoxicating scent filling your mind with a dark haze as your lips kissed him softly, feeling the familiar goosebumps of his strong arms as they pulled you into an embrace.

Jean loved all your gentle touches, the caressing of your hands, the warmth of your tongue on his body. His hands couldn't get enough of you, either — he took every chance to brush his fingers against yours as you passed each other on the hallway, to grab your waist as he slightly guided you through crowds, or to hold your hand under the desk at the library, his fingers intertwining with yours while he kept reading his notes, smiling as he felt your doe eyes staring at him. Even the most innocent touches sent hot tingles through his core, and it made him feel so pervy, but he couldn't help the swelling bulge growing in his pants as the playful spark in your eyes reminded him of what an incredibly nasty girl you actually were. And it was the secret of you two.

The first few times you talked dirty to him left him absolutely dumbfounded. He had to get used to the insane spinning of his mind as you whispered such filthy stuff into his ear, sometimes out of nowhere, in the middle of the most casual public settings.

"I'd love to suck your cock under this table, y'know," you said softly as you leaned close to his ear, and Jean literally choked on his lunch, followed by immediate coughing and an instant strain of his pants as your sudden words wandered straight to his groin. You smiled at his surprised expression, then bit your lower lip as a prominent blush started to spread on Jean's cheeks. Oh, how you loved teasing him.

"Yeah?" he simply replied, trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him. Him being so adorably flustered just made you want to suck him off even more.

"Yeah," you eyed his lips with a half smile, and the sinful flash of your face made Jean grow even harder under his jeans. "You look so good..."

He swallowed with a heavy gulp, all the blood rushing to his lap, right out of his brain. He glanced at Connie, who just got up to get another slice of cake at the counter, and would be back at your table in about twenty seconds. Jean gazed back at your darkened eyes, your pretty lips glistening as you swiftly ran your tongue across it, and had to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull at the thought of those same lips wrapping around his already rock hard cock, your eyes glued to his as you couldn't care less about the public surrounding — maybe you'd even enjoy it.

"You're a nasty girl, you know that?" he spoke in a low voice, your faces just a few inches from each other as your eyes melted into his, invisible sparks flying and setting both of your bodies on fire.

Your eyes lowered to Jean's lips and you slowly nodded, smiling. "I know."

"You drive me fucking crazy," Jean mumbled under his breath as you turned to Connie with a lively smile, laughing about the way he already had his face stuffed full of cake before he could sit back down — pretending you didn't just offer him a public blowjob half a minute ago in the canteen.

And you did, you drove him crazy as you became more and more comfortable and skilled in teasing him. Sometimes throughout the whole day, with dirty whispers in his ear as you passed him in the hallway, stolen touches as you suddenly grabbed his bicep or his inner thigh, catching him off guard in class, in the library or the canteen... Not only did an electric wave of arousal run through his body, but he almost fainted off his chair when his phone buzzed in class one time and he checked the attachment you just sent him, expecting it to be a meme — one of those that you usually sent to each other back and forth when a class got too boring to pay attention to. You watched from the other side of the classroom as Jean’s eyes widened at the sight of your mirror selfie, his breath catching in his throat. Your phone covered half of your adorably innocent-looking smile, your hair wet as you seemingly just got out of the shower, your naked hips, the curve of your waist and one and a half of your perfect boobs showing as your delicate fingers lifted Jean’s oversized shirt up on your body. To Jean, an undescribable, painting-like beauty.

Jean felt his lips slightly part and his face burn as he gazed at the screen of his phone, the picture of your delicious body making all the blood in his veins rush right to his lap. You bit back your smile as his eyes flicked up to you, his flushed cheeks and pursed lips letting you know you successfully reached your goal. Jean shifted in his seat, slightly adjusting the crotch of his pants as he tried to keep calm, but your playfully glistening eyes piercing through his didn’t help much. The professor loudly explained the basics of property rights in the background, but all he could wonder was if you knew how mercilessly he was going to overstimulate every inch of that beautiful body you hid under that baggy hoodie.

Jeanbo

you’re sooo paying for this later

u little rat

You knew exactly what buttons to push to get him worked up, and even though he felt agonizing pain as he suffered through a number of days with a raging boner, he secretly loved how more and more bratty you got while teasing him. You didn’t even have an idea of how many times you made him palm himself through his jeans in public, or escape to the restrooms to look at your spontaneous nudes and jerk his already hard cock just a little bit before having to go back to his usual tasks. Jean felt like a fucking perv, but he couldn’t help it — you made him turn into a perv, and he couldn’t stop thinking of all the different ways he wanted you.

Jean’s weakness was how only he knew your dirty little secret side. No one else in the world knew how skilled you grew in sucking his cock, giving him the most perfect blowjob he could ever dream of. You took your time to get to know all his sensitive spots and preferences, slowly suckling at his tip with pretty puckered lips, beautiful eyes looking deep into his until he couldn’t help spilling his hot load inbetween your lips. No one else knew what a dirty girl you were, getting bossy with him from time to time when he taunted you on purpose. He thought he’d lose conciousness right then and there when you stuffed your wet panties into his mouth one time, jokingly — even though you were on top, Jean kept teasing you with that shit-eating grin on his face, knowing you’d soon be begging for his cock. Oh, but he couldn’t have been more wrong…

He then slowly melted into a messy, blushing putty as you took charge on top of him, milking his cock in various ways as he just laid there, unable to move or say too much with his wrists tied to your bed, gagged with your cute little panties. Good thing he also loved watching you — he felt like he was in heaven as your gorgeous naked body towered over him, using him for your own pleasure.

That was a weakness you both shared. You loved watching Jean. He noticed pretty quickly how you liked admiring him, be it from afar as you sat on the other side of the classroom, or from up close, caressing his face with eyes so loving, it made him melt. You also loved to admire him in his naked glory — Jean was a man so big and beautiful, your hungry eyes could never get enough of him. He noticed your habit of basically devouring the sight of him touching himself, so he made sure to pay back all the damn teasing with a few mirror videos here and there, of him gently stroking his slowly swelling cock, sometimes through the towel when he was fresh out of the shower, or half naked in his room when he went back home for the weekend, already missing your presence…

His little revenge usually worked, seeing him touch himself in any way made you drool and your mind go blank instantly. You adored getting close to him, looking up at his handsome face, deep into his eyes as you were kneeling in front of him, watching and feeling his cock just an inch from your face before you begged for him to stroke you with it, slap it on your tongue, smear his precum on your lips, then stuff your face full… You were absolutely crazy about this man.

You also couldn’t get enough of his voice. Jean was definitely a talker, and your ability to cum in seconds as he whispered the most filthy, nasty words into your ear was completely new to you.

“S’creamy little pussy’s squeezing me so tight,” he moaned before gently biting down on your earlobe, his thick shaft stretching you from behind with the dirtiest loud squelching sounds. Another delicious groan reached your ear, and your eyes rolled back, knowing you were going to cum in no time. “That’s it, messy girl, cream on my cock f’me.”

Jean was all about being gentle and soft, but he was also quite passionate as he quickly got carried away. It was a beautiful clash of pleasures when his words and praises remained soft and caring while the movements of his hips, strong arms and large hands became rough, almost cruel.

SMACK!

His hand came down on the round of your ass with a harsh slap, and you whimpered in pain as you hovered over his face, your hands clutching his strands of hair as Jean sat on the floor below you, eating you out with a feverish greed. His wet lips mumbled into your pussy before he continued licking your sensitive little knob into insanity. “Mhmm yeah, keep holding onto my hair, pretty girl”

“JEAN!“ you cried out as another loud slap left a stinging pleasure hot on your ass, and your knees felt like giving out as his tongue swirled you closer to your peak.

“Cum on my face, baby, please make a mess f’me…”

Maybe that was the secret to all the otherworldly pleasure you experienced with each other — you both loved making the other feel incredibly good. how he's so worked up for you anytime you meet After a long day of teasing each other, you couldn’t wait to feel his strong, large body wrap around you, his hot skin on yours, soft lips sucking your tongue into his mouth…

“Oh my god… How are you so—so fucking big?” you muttered and Jean chuckled as your jaw stayed fallen open, your pretty eyes staring at his erection as it jumped free from the confinement of his boxers. The sight made your mouth water. Even though you haven't touched it yet, his cock was already so heavy and wet, the flush tip leaking, so messy and eager to be inside you.

“Y’gonna be in shock every single time?”

“Mhmmm”

But what you loved most was how safe you felt surrounded by his thick, muscular thighs, or big arms as they snaked around your naked body, hugging you tightly to his chest, his length thrusting up into you slowly as his honey-like eyes sank into yours, his soft lips uttering secret little praises into your mouth… Words that made you feel like your hearts poured right through your ribs and melted into each other, words that felt so warm, so sacred, only yours...

"I'm only yours…”

Your hand moved on its own as you knocked on the door and your heart fluttered with the most childlike excitement you felt in a long while. The lock clicked, the door opened...

And there he stood in front of you.

You looked up to Jean's face and your heart sank to your stomach. An unexplainable contentment filled your chest every single time those beautiful hazel eyes met yours, his expression softening as he looked at you, his pretty lips curving into a smile and uttering words you could barely comprehend as your mind immediately turned to putty.

"Hey! Come in."

Warmth filled your chest as Jean turned to let you in and Mikasa's words echoed in your mind from earlier. You felt like she might've been right.

He felt like home.

"Will you be playing tin soldier in the doorway all night?" Jean tittered as he leaned onto the doorknob and you shook your head to jerk yourself out of your spontaneous daydream. Jean found it absolutely amusing when you became flustered — he noticed your eyes running down his body and the slight blush of your cheeks didn't escape his attention either as you stared at his face with big sparkling eyes.

"Shut up" you frowned as you quickly looked away, but you couldn't hide your embarrassment from him. "I'm eating your present"

"What present?" his curious eyes followed your movements while he closed the door behind you and you put down the paper bag you had in your hand.

"I brought you a—fuck—AHH!" you let out an irritated grunt as you turned to him, trying to unzip your winter coat, and failing miserably as the fringe of your knitted scarf got caught by the zip.

"Wait, let me help you," Jean snickered at your clumsiness and immediately stepped closer, his warm fingers taking the hardware from your frozen ones. "Y'little twit."

"Hey, don't make me beat you again," you shot a threatening look up at him, then bit back a smile as he let out a heartfelt laugh. You felt your heart pounding against your chest faster as he stood so close to you, his eyes fixated on your zip with an adorable little frown.

"Your hands went numb in the cold?" Jean's eyes flicked up to yours for a moment and you nodded. Oh god, how your cute red, frostbitten cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Mhm, they always do," you replied pouting as you slipped your hands out of your colorful gloves that Sasha knitted for you. Crocheting wasn't her only craft and your closet got the best out of it. "My circulation's as shitty as it can get. And it's freezing out there..."

"This big ass scarf, I swear to god," Jean murmured, annoyed, as you chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from his face so close to yours. He found you so adorable in your huge, thick coat, big scarf and bigger snowboots. You reminded him of a dressed up little penguin.

And his face seemed so warm and welcoming, you couldn't help sliding your frozen hands on it. "HOLY SHIT, you're freezing, what the fuck?!"

"Ouuu god, and you're burning me." Your shoulders shook with laughter and Jean let you warm your little fingers on top of his stubbled jaw with a smile while he successfully operated your scarf out of the zip.

"There you go."

"Thank you, doctor," you finally unzipped your coat as Jean stepped back, his nosiness turning his attention back to the mysterious paper bag again. "See, it was worth it becoming a neurosurgeon."

"Shit, lucky you, you're in dire need of a brain transplant," he snapped back with the familiar shit-eating grin and you stared back with narrowed eyes.

"Aight, it's final, I am eating your present."

"But what is it?! Let me see." Jean's hand already reached for the paper bag, but you swiftly jumped in and grabbed it before he could.

"Na-uh-uh! It's a present, I have to give it to you," you smiled as one of your hands slipped into the bag, and Jean's heart skipped a beat at your happy, frostbitten little expression. Whatever you'd gift him, he was already melting.

"Ah yeah, silly me." He mirrored your smile while you dropped the paper bag, a familiarly wrapped pack of something remaining in your hands.

"I know you were dying to try out the new pastry shop in town center." Your hands reached out to Jean, but he didn't move yet. His look was glued to the pretty joyful glint of your eyes. "So I got you lemon cake 'cause you said your mom's was your favorite."

Jean's eyes finally left yours and he gazed at the colorful packaging of the cake as you carefully handed it over to him, an inevitable smile growing on his face while his chest filled with warmth as you explained further.

"It's probably not as good, but I figured your insanely sweet tooth might like it," you chirped cheerfully as Jean felt the familiar little butterflies wake up in his stomach, returning his gaze back to you with the most gorgeous, sheepish smile. He was flustered.

He didn't even remember the last time someone surprised him with such a small, yet so thoughtful little gift.

Jean turned to the cake again, looking for the easiest way to unwrap it as he tried to hide the blush he felt heating up his face. He's blushing over a slice of cake, how fucking stupid.

"Thank you— Grab a plate, we'll share."

"Nooo, I got it for you," you grinned, noticing the rosy tint of his cheeks even in the dim lighting of their dorm. "Only for you."

Jean's eyes returned to meet yours again, visibly softening as his cheeks burned with the immense love he felt at that moment. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies, and your hearts fluttered to the same chaotic rhythm as he leaned down to softly kiss you. The sweet taste of your watermelon chapstick made him tingle inside as you kissed him back, now blushing a whole lot more than Jean was previously.

"Thank you, pretty girl." He spoke softly as your kiss broke, smiling at how quickly you softened under his lips, eyes glistening up at him with desperation for more.

"I hope you'll like it," you mumbled in response, your eyes sheepishly dropping to avoid the intense feeling in your chest woken up by Jean's stare.

As if you didn't regularly fuck the soul out of each other.

It was kind of a weird place to be, casual affection still felt a little awkward between you two because despite the excruciating sexual tension, you still didn't declare any romantic intentions verbally. You and Jean hanging out casually was just that: talking about any and every possible thing, sharing your silliest theories, fooling around... Until one of you couldn't bear the tension of the intense eye contact and being so close anymore, and broke the ice with a touch on the inner thigh, a gentle stroke on the lips, or a soft but eager kiss. And there was no stopping from there.

Getting so close to each other as friends just made it even more of a strange situation, really.

"Speaking of doing favors... Can you please cut my hair?" Jean flashed a forced robotic grin at you and you stared at him for a moment with a genuine confusion furrowing your brows. He laid on his bed in front of you, still having a few small crumbs of the cake he just devoured stuck to his lips. "I don't trust anyone with it anymore."

"Oooh, so this is why you wanted to "hang out"," you sneered at him as your fingers imitated quotation marks in the air, earning an amused roll of Jean's hazel eyes. "You're using me for my insane manual skills..."

"Yeah, I'm with you solely for the free haircuts."

"With me?" you raised an eyebrow and bit back your smile as Jean's smug confidence seemed to suddenly disappear as his eyes dropped to his fidgeting hands. Your heart nervously skipped a beat at the phrase, but you decided to joke it off. "And I'm with you solely for your mullet."

"Knew it," Jean shook his head with a renewed smile. "Taking advantage of my body... How dare you?"

"I'd rather not comment on that," you chuckled to yourself as Jean started rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table, now laying on his stomach. "But I'd love to know how I earned your trust to touch your treasured locks."

"Here you go," Jean reached for your hands with a self-assured look on his face, carefully placing a pair of scissors in it. You gazed at them for a second before meeting his confident stare again.

"But these are regular scissors."

"And?"

"These aren't good, they could damage the ends of your hair," you said, but immediately bursted out laughing at Jean's deadpan.

"Okay, mom, I do not give a single flying fuck about my ends."

"Okay, honey-boo-boo-sweetiepie, whatever you say," you shrugged, getting to your feet as you took to the bathroom with your assigned hairstyling shears in your hand. "C'mon then."

"I'm starting to think you spend way too much time with Sasha," Jean smiled as his eyes involuntarily followed the smooth motions of your hips as you walked away, the sweet tinkling of your laughter sending a wave of warmth through his core.

You couldn't even imagine how endlessly content he felt in your presence.

"And I'm starting to think you lost your mind and share one singular braincell with Connie now," you snapped back, flicking on the bathroom light as a chuckling Jean got out of his bed to follow you. "Trusting me to cut your hair..."

"You said you usually cut your own and it's really good. The layers look pretty," Jean replied as he stopped next to you in front of the sink and his large fingers gently caressed your soft strands of hair. He liked it when you wore it down.

"Really?" you glanced up at him as you felt your face getting warmer and Jean smiled, letting his hands tangle in your hair at the back of your head. He found you so cute.

"Really."

That's how you found yourself spending your Friday night standing behind Jean with the scissors and a comb in hand. He was seated in front of the mirror above the sink, a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders, smiling at your reflection as you furrowed your brows in serious concentration, trying to get a thorough look of his hair before every single snip.

"Just a trim, right?"

"Yeah, just an inch or two," Jean replied, keeping his head perfectly still, unable to scrape the smile off his face as he was watching you. "I'm leaving it up to you, though."

"Do you really trust my skills that much?" you grinned as you slowly moved the comb to grab a section of his ashy brown hair, trimming off the ends to the same length as the previous section.

"I do." Your eyes met Jean's in the mirror for a moment as he responded, and you had to take a second look. His hair was kind of messy, having been brushed and clipped in multiple different directions, but despite looking a bit silly, the playful sparkle in his eyes still made your heart skip a beat.

"You're so handsome," you smiled back at him, lifting your hand for a second to gently caress his warm cheek as he sat completely motionless for you. Jean just chuckled, but even though he always became flustered, you knew how much he liked being praised. "It's a shame you're my customer."

"Oh, so no head?!"

"Nooo," you laughed at the reference and cut another section, moving the scissors to snip the ends a few times vertically as well. "It wouldn't be ethical."

"I forgot my wallet though, can't pay any other way," Jean fake-pouted and you shook your head giggling. Snip. Snip. More and more pieces of hair fell slowly to the cold tiles.

"We'll figure something out, don't worry, pretty boy," your eyes followed your own fingers' movements, brushing them through his hair a few times to see where the section needed to be adjusted. "Are you washing it after?"

"Probably."

"Can I braid it when it's dried?" you asked, eyes lighting up as the sudden thought came to you, but Jean quickly knocked down your enthusiasm

"You absolutely can not."

"Pretty pleaseee," you grinned at his reflection in the mirror and he let out a small chuckle as your fingers moved on to the sections at the back of his head.

"You wouldn't even be able to braid this length, smartass." Jean found the idea weird, but your excitement adorable. He was also kind of curious how you'd braid his hair, but still. He couldn't let you know that.

"How do you know? Ya knucklehead," you frowned. "I wasn't aware that a world-known hairstylist graced me with his professional presence."

"Yeah, you're the chosen one," Jean grimaced as you ruffled his hair on the side that you were done trimming, the freshly cut strands of hair tickling the skin on his face.

"Thanks for choosing me, your majesty," you replied, quickly pinching his cheek before removing a clip from a section on the other side of his pretty head. Your heart already fluttered at the way his hair looked, tousled and wild...

But it still didn't compare to the warmth spreading in your center as Jean stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower.

His grey sweatpants and oversized shirt smelled fresh as she stepped to his bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your shoulder as you laid on your stomach, typing on your phone. You glanced up at him as he flashed his signature grin at you and as you watched him dry his damp hair with a towel, you felt straight up mesmerized. How the hell can a man so beautiful be real and standing in front of you?

"Who are you texting?" Jean's hazel eyes flicked to the screen of your phone while you shifted on the bed, making place for him to sit beside you.

"Sasha," you smiled as you laid your head on your arm, still watching him. "She asked me to take a pic of this masterpiece of a haircut."

"Wait, let me turn so you can get the back..."

"Nooo, don't turn away, lemme see your face." You opened your camera app, then smiled at him on the screen. Jean was surprisingly unaffected by anyone taking pictures of him, anytime, never being awkward in front of the camera, and of course being extremely photogenic in addition — that handsome bastard. "You look so good."

"No, you." Jean suddenly leaned down to nuzzle into your hair near your ear and you instantly raised your shoulders to protect your neck, bursting out laughing as his stubble and hot breath tickled your skin.

Jean shifted his body to lay down beside you, the heat radiating from him immediately making your core tingle. A warm hand slipped under your shirt to gently slide along your waistline, up to your back while his face stayed close to yours. Your laughter quieted to a content sigh as your arms wreathed around his neck, his soft lips slightly grazing the skin of your jawline, giving you goosebumps.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his deep voice making your eyes slowly close in pleasure. His fingers skillfully unhooked your bra behind your back — although it wasn't a sexual act, at all. Jean's touch felt incredibly loving as his caring fingers glided on your now uncovered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the skin. Another sigh fell from your lips as you felt relief fill you, his tender touch and gentle little pecks on your face making your heart flutter.

As your body pressed to the front of his, your soft skin under his fingertips and your sweet scent filling his nose, Jean felt like his heart might burst out of happiness. Your name fell from his lips as he waited for your eyes to meet his.

"Hmm?" you opened your eyes to look at him and Jean smiled at how sleepy your expression turned under his touch.

"I... I just wanted to know if you felt comfortable, y'know—with where this is going." Jean spoke softly and your eyes melted together in a safe warmth.

"What do you mean?" you asked, eyes blinking slowly.

"I mean... I know we've been on a lot of dates, but I still feel like—like, we haven't talked about any labels or anything, so I wondered if—"

"If I felt comfortable," you smiled and Jean pressed the tip of his nose onto yours as he nodded.

"Yeah. I don't want you to feel like we're just fooling around... Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be so greedy, as if I can't control myself around you," he mumbled, his thumb caressing your lips as his hand on your back wandered up to the back of your neck under your shirt. "Sometimes I feel like I ruined the chance to start out right, to treat you right..."

"I don't know how it should go, but... This feels right," you replied as you held eye contact, then your fingers found Jean's, both of your hearts pounding faster as you held hands. The moment felt so close, so sacred, it made you smile before you quietly chuckled. "But I know what you mean, it's—it's hard to keep my hands off of you."

"Yeah, you tell me," Jean smirked. "I never thought I'd be the pathetic piece of shit who couldn't keep it in his pants for the life of him...”

You laughed wholeheartedly as you shook your head, "Well, I don't want you to keep it in your pants."

"Yeah, that's the problem."

"But it just feels so good," you returned your gaze back to his honey-like eyes, your legs tangling between his. "It's not because I'm a horny pervert, I swear, it just feels so incredibly good to be close to you..."

"I know," he replied quietly, almost whispering as he smiled, butterflies in his stomach flapping around once again. "I feel the same."

Jean tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your foreheads pressed together. A few moments of comfortable silence set between you two and you felt so safe in his arms, you felt like you could easily fall asleep.

"You're so different from the tough little shell that you hide under," Jean whispered, poking a finger on your sternum. "Inside your frozen little heart."

"It's not frozen," you chuckled. "I'm just... I got used to being alone. I didn't open up until we didn't know each other, I don't see the use of opening up to most people, most of the time, you know."

As Jean's lips turned into a pout, you felt the need to explain further.

"I mean, I wasn't lonely. Just alone. I've always been alone," you spoke, then chuckled at his saddened expression. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it as a sob story."

"I know, I get it... I do," Jean reassured you, slightly squeezing your hand.

"Then you know how special this is for me," you mumbled as your lips were just an inch from his.

"I know," Jean whispered. "And I want you to know how special your pretty little heart is to me."

Your eyes met again and you felt your bodies molding perfectly into each other as his arm pulled you even closer to him.

"You should show it off a little more often," Jean smiled and you mirrored him.

"I—I do, I try to. I've never had this many friends in my life before."

"I know. I'm happy to see it... And to be next to you," he smirked. "It did feel like trying to break through a tough layer of ice in the beginning, though"

"Good thing you know how to skate," you joked with a sleepy voice. He chuckled in response — that even gave him an idea for later.

"Good thing I know how to make you melt."

"Yeah, into a small, pathetic puddle," you laughed as Jean watched you, eyes softening as they examined your beautiful features. He felt like he never wanted to take his eyes off of you.

"No, when you melt, you feel more like a... Like a huge summer rain." Jean stared at you, lingering. "Y'know, the one that's warm on your skin and feels like a liquid hug, and you don't mind it soaking through all your fucking clothes..."

"A thunderstorm?" you smirked up at him.

"Yeah, kind of," Jean replied with a half smile. "Like a crazy ass thunderstorm that comes out of nowhere, but feels so damn good in the summer heat..."

"I love those."

"Yeah," Jean mumbled as your lashes batted at him with slow, tired blinks. "I love those, too." He pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before adding, "They make my heart so happy."

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chronicdisasterwrites · 5 months ago

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I WANT HIM SO BAD I AM SALIVATING FOR THIS MAN PLS PEACH POST THIS

we love ✨duality✨

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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LMFAOOOO erwin’s just jealous 😌 Levi would prolly be okay w not shaking hands tho hahaha

Something that lives rent free in my mind is:

After returning from a military trip that lasted almost two months, this rare day off was the first Captain Levi had enjoyed in months. The two of you were cuddling in bed, well aware that even on his "day off," the responsibilities of a Captain could intrude. He knew…

However, it had been months since he had been with you. While he wasn't fond of sleeping in his own bed, all he desired was to stay there until the afternoon, with your legs wrapped around him, until both of you were so spent and sensitive that you couldn't continue any longer. He hovered over you, his movements intense, the bed squeaking and slamming against the wall. He used all his strength, and more, supporting his body with one arm, his right hand squeezing your breast as it bounced with each impact. The morning light spilled in from the curtains of his personal chamber, illuminating everything. Your lips parted in pleasure, unable to produce sound each time he thrust deep, your disheveled hair spread across the pillow. He felt your wetness every time your hips met, your legs attempting to part wider in vain, trying to make him go even deeper. At the same time, your legs were wrapped around his hips, pushing him with each of his thrusts.

He groaned with every movement; you were incredibly tight, warm, and wet. So good he could almost sob. He threw his head back, nearly there after months of abstinence. He was so close, almost ready to release his pent-up. He's so close, almost ready to fill you to the brim only to go for another round. Releasing one load after the other, cumming inside until you were dripping from it. And then!… There was a knock on the door, involuntarily causing him to stop in surprise.

"Lev?" you whispered, trying to keep your hoarse voice of pleasure from being heard by whoever was on the other side of the door. Levi groaned in annoyance, shifting positions, his elbows on each side of your body, his head nestled on the crook of your neck, leaving butterfly kisses as another knock echoed, this time more insistent.

"Levi…wait," you insisted, and Levi groaned in frustration.

"Ignore it," he murmured, resuming the kisses along the edge of your jaw. He was trying hard not to lose the mood, his hips attempting to regain their rhythm. Your soft moans and your attempts to suppress the sounds with your bitten bottom lip.

Another knock, "Levi, we're all waiting for you," Erwin's deep voice came from the other side.

"Damn it," Levi whispered, annoyed, trying to control his voice as his hips couldn't stop seeking the release that was so close. "I'll be there in a minute!" he tried his best to sound as natural as possible.

"The high ranks are waiting; the meeting started 30 minutes ago," the Commander insisted. It was his duty, after all.

Your lack of response indicated the obvious loss of the mood, and Erwin's persistence grated on Levi's last nerve. He had waited months for this moment, and he was always punctual. A man had his needs.

"Lev-"

"I'm balls deep, Erwin. For fuck's sake, I'll be there in a minute!"

Let's just say the knocks quickly ceased.

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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peach you are too good. too damn good

Man, I’m breaking my own heart writing Kyojuro anticipating the birth of his child who he’ll never get to meet

You sighed, and wound your arms around his waist. “You know, there was a moment while you were speaking before the Master when you did not sound like Rengoku, the Flame Hashira.” You smiled faintly as you cupped his cheek. “You sounded like Kyojuro, the soon-to-be father.”

“Does that make me irresponsible?” He asked quietly, and there was the faintest tinge of insecurity in his eyes as they searched yours. “Under either title?”

Your thumb stroked over his cheek in thought. “No,” you decided after a moment, and Kyojuro exhaled quietly against your palm. “But I do wonder whether you might need to take greater care separating the two.”

Your caress of his face paused. “Though, I’m not entirely sure that’s possible, if I’m honest.”

“Is it cowardly of me to say that I do not want our child to follow our path? Is it selfish?” He winced as though the very act of voicing his thoughts is some betrayal.

“Surely a child of ours would be strong, and the strong must always protect the weak. But I —“ Kyojuro hesitated, the crease between his brow deepening. “I think of our child growing in your womb, and I cannot help but hope they will never have to pick up a sword.”

once again, you would’ve been such a good father 😭

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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im obsessed i tell you

Levi had always been reserved, specially about his personal life. To anyone, about anything.

Three subtle knocks echoed at the door, rousing Levi from his bed. He groaned uneasily, burying his face deeper into the darkness as if seeking refuge from any source of light.

A few more insistent knocks followed, still maintaining their subtlety. Grumbling under his breath, Levi sat up, his right hand fumbling along the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, he searched in the darkness for his discarded clothes.

Quick, bare footsteps sounded against the wooden floorboards as he hurriedly dressed, letting his white uniform pants hang loosely around his hips.

"Coming, coming," he muttered softly as he reached for the doorknob.

He didn't bother to button up his clothes as he cracked the door open slightly. With tired eyes, he frowned at the person on the other side, his dark hair disheveled and unkempt.

"Levi?" Erwin's voice came in a hushed tone. "Sorry… were you asleep?"

The Captain knew explanations were too complicated and unnecessary. "No," he spat out. Recognizing Erwin as the one knocking, he fully opened the door.

"Are you sure? If you were asleep, I can come back tomorrow morning first thing," Erwin persisted, aware of how rare it was.

"What do you need?"

"I have some reports that need your signature before I send them out as soon as possible."

Before Erwin could say anything more, Levi nodded, gesturing for him to come in. As Erwin stepped inside, he mentally noted the oddities: Levi's disheveled appearance, his whispered voice despite few other higher-ups being awake in the facility at that hour, and how Levi subtly closed the door leading from his office to the bedroom.

Levi settled into his office chair and extended his hand for the papers, which Erwin quickly handed over. "I can come back tomorrow before your training session with your squad."

Levi shook his head and got straight to business. It was late, around 2 am, but Erwin knew Levi was hardly ever asleep at that hour. Despite the locks of hair raised in disarray, his struggle to fully open his eyes, and his haphazard appearance, Erwin noticed how eager Levi was to complete the task quickly.

"That's regarding the letters we discussed at the meeting-"

"Yeah," Levi interjected, completely disinterested in whatever he was signing, eager to be done with it.

Erwin tried not to dwell on it, but he sensed that something was amiss. Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence of the night. Both men tensed as the noise of a flushing toilet echoed through the room. Levi's color drained from his face as Erwin turned around, confused.

The bathroom door opened, revealing you, still half-asleep, clad in an grey shirt and bare legs adorned with bites and hickeys. Scratching your tangled hair, you peered out with closed eyes.

"Lev? What are you doing up? Come back to bed," you mumbled.

Upon noticing the silence, your eyes snapped open, your cheeks flushing as you instinctively tugged the shirt closer to cover yourself. Levi buried his face in his hands as Erwin stifled a chuckle.

"Sorry," you muttered before shutting the door.

Levi groaned, thrusting the completed pile of papers toward Erwin. "Your damn papers."

Erwin collected them with a subtle chuckle. "Told you I could come back in the morning."

"Hey, shorty. You think we can discuss the maps tonight-"

"Levi is occupied at night now, Hange," Erwin interjected, addressing the slightly confused Squad Leader. "Very occupied. Hands full."

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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STOPPPP-

Something that lives rent free in my mind is:

"Levi…wait," you insisted, and Levi groaned in frustration.

Another knock, "Levi, we're all waiting for you," Erwin's deep voice came from the other side.

"The high ranks are waiting; the meeting started 30 minutes ago," the Commander insisted. It was his duty, after all.

"Lev-"

"I'm balls deep, Erwin. For fuck's sake, I'll be there in a minute!"

Let's just say the knocks quickly ceased.

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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READ THIS RIGHT NOWWWWWW

Fifteen, what an age to be alive. Dad!Levi

Summary: Steal your father's car! What could go wrong? Author note: Since the Marley world seemed to be around the 30s-40s, I’ll set this idea in a world that looks like the mid-50s. This is POST WAR. Warnings: Cursing 'cause Levi, obv. And slightly mention of a group taking advantage of a girl, nothing really happens and there's no graphic description at all. Word count: 3.9k Pairing: Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

His hands gripped the big round wheel of the car as his eyes scanned the dark night with a nervous smile, quickly turning into clenched teeth. His attention shifted to the passenger seat, soft as if it was a scene from one of the horror pictures he saw at the drive-in.

A light blond girl lay unconscious, her head resting against the door, appearing lifeless. She wore a typical sleeveless red button-up shirt and very short white shorts, with white socks crumpled down to double-coloured loafers. Her hair was still in a ponytail, exposing her face completely. It was August, plain summer break, and he knew that most of his classmates wore shorts or even swimsuits at the pool or beach. But somehow, her exposure made him blush and feel ashamed, as if even staring felt wrong.

Turning to the back seat of the car, he picked up his letterman jacket and placed it on top of her, covering her as much as possible. It looked big on her, and somehow, Adrien blessed every deity mentioned; he probably was inheriting his father’s uncle’s height and not his father's, a fact becoming rather obvious every day, as he was only 15 and already almost 1.80m.

“Calm down, Adie… you got this,” he whispered to himself, “I’ve no idea what I'm going to do but I got it.”

How did he get into this situation? It was supposed to be a silly night out; one of his friends invited him to a party of the seniors who were graduating from high school that year. What was the issue if he was just a freshman? Fifteen, eighteen, it’s the same! Plus, it was some party at some old forgotten building, half destroyed during the rumbling around ten years ago, in the middle of nowhere. Nothing wrong with that.

Yes, perhaps he stole his father’s keys and car. Yes, perhaps he lied about sleeping in his room. Yes, maybe he stole a bit (a lot) of money from his parents. “I mean… deep down, it’s my father’s fault for not allowing me to come legally,” Adrien argued with his own reflection in the car's mirror.

But everything went downhill when he saw a group of guys dragging a girl who was clearly not feeling well and decided to step in. Now, here he was, the party had turned into a mess as the fight happened, he got kicked out with an unconscious girl, and who knew what they had given her. He hit his forehead against the wheel as time slipped through his fingers; he was supposed to be back home already.

“Fucking shit! Who told me to step in!” he cursed under his breath. Deep down, he knew stepping up for what he had been told was horrendously wrong, knowing he had the strength to fight those assholes back. ‘The curse of being a fucking Ackerman, man,’ he thought.

He had done the right thing, at least one right thing during the entire night, but now he had to face the consequences. Muffled cries mixed with distressed groans filled the car, “My father is going to kill me!”

His forehead kept hitting the wheel repeatedly as if that would knock some common sense into him or perhaps give him a concussion and fake that he had been kidnapped or something. Surrounded by trees in a dead-end road, it wasn’t even paved. Only the footprints of multiple cars to follow back to civilization. The distressed teen didn’t even know where he was; his older friend had guided him there and left with his girlfriend at some point of the party.

Slowly raising his head up again to admire the endless kilometres of dim nothing, contemplating his options, seizing his courage. “Come on, Adie. Be a man, be a man!”

The trees’ branches creaked in the middle of the night, the car slightly swayed under the strong summer wind. “I want my mommy,” he muttered.

Hand on the wheel and turning on the car, one step at a time, he took a deep breath and then decided to go out on the road again. Forgotten somewhere, his father’s car’s papers and driver's license. In them it read “Levi Ackerman.”

Each branch from the forest that scraped the car was a personal pain, praying to any god's existence that it didn’t scratch it. Of course, his father had filled up the tank, obviously he had. Levi was like that, always cautious. Adrien did a personal wish his father had a map stored in the glove compartment, but obviously, he didn’t. After all, Levi knew the streets of the city like the back of his hand. He drove a lot, especially since his legs weren’t what they used to be anymore. Perhaps he didn’t need any support for walking any longer, but walking long distances wasn’t in Levi’s plans anymore.

“Perhaps I can… drive to the hospital, leave her, and like run away,” he contemplated, before groaning loudly, “No, I can’t do that. God, I’m dead.”

‘I could have walked away, but no, Mr. Adrien Ackerman has to be a hero. Mr. Ackerman has to do the right thing.’

Adrien had driven twice in his life; this one was the second. The first was a few years ago when his father sat him down on his lap and let him do it for a little bit. He was happy he hadn’t encountered much traffic and only had to drive ahead because he wasn’t completely sure yet what the third pedal was for.

“I got it, do not worry,” he said, trying to sound reassuring to the unmoving girl on his right. Adrien’s grey eyes checked on her from time to time, but she seemed deeply asleep, or so he hoped. “I’ll get to the hospital in no time, and you’ll be alright,” he promised.

His smile created a couple of dimples on each side of his face, but it quickly faded as fear kicked in. “And if you’re not alright, do not worry. I’ll throw myself off a bridge, and we can be not alright together,” he kept joking as if, by some miracle, the girl would reply.

He didn’t even know her name, and somehow, that made him feel even guiltier. As civilization began to appear and the sky began to lighten up, he lost hope of not dying at the hands of his own progenitor, but he was also hopeful that at least he was getting somewhere without crashing. The sun hadn’t shown up yet, but the deep blue of the sky had a particular glow to it that made it imminent.

The streets were deserted, and rightfully so; it was the middle of the night on a Monday. Adrien tried to park the car as best as he could, finally reaching the only hospital he somehow remembered the route to. Rushing to the other door, he carefully picked her up.

When he crossed the doors of the main hospital, which was almost empty at those hours, the doctors on duty quickly took her in, some searching for identifications inside her clothes. The police officer at the front gates forbade him from leaving the place.

“Alright, please hand me your ID,” the front gate secretary asked after informing him that the girl was out of danger, but she would have to stay for monitoring. Adrien’s suspicious silence made the woman raise her eyes from the form she was filling out to look at him. “You know that carrying IDs is obligatory, right?”

“Yes, madam…” He felt his palm sweating as he feared being taken to the police station.

“How old are you?”

Her voice sounded calm but tired as she quickly understood the issue, “… eighteen.”

With a loud sigh, she took off her cat-eye red glasses and then slowly blinked back at him. “Look kid, I’ve been on night watch for three days straight. I’ve no energy to deal with this.”

Adrien’s eyes remained glued to the floor, feeling small despite his stature. “… fifteen,” he admitted reluctantly.

Her unpleasant groans echoed in the empty walls that reeked of disinfectant. He slowly turned to the gates, and the security guys began to chuckle as they drank coffee. Feeling the need to clarify, he said, “I swear it wasn’t me who hurt her.”

“Kid, people who drug girls don’t carry them to hospitals,” she replied disinterestedly, pouring the information into the typewriter, the typing echoing in the place. Finally, she picked up a post-it with a pencil and raised it to the top of the reception table. “Your parents' contact number, please.”

Her eyes quickly moved to him and then back to her writing as he hesitated to fill out the paper. “You know I’ve done nothing; can’t I just go?” Adrien insisted, trying to escape the situation.

“Kid, you’re breaking national curfew and walking around without identification. A responsible adult must come and sign for you to leave; otherwise, you’ll live here until you turn 18.”

“Could you at least wait until 9 am to call my mother’s work number?” He smiled awkwardly, trying to find a way to avoid his father’s rage. The secretary looked up at the clock; it wasn’t even 5 am and then back to him, deadly. Unpleasant complaining groans echoed as he reluctantly wrote his house’s telephone number. “Sorry.”

Sat down at one of those uncomfortable waiting room’s seats with a latte and chocolate donut he brought at the cafeteria, he waited as someone waits to be hanged. The doctors and nurses moved here and there attending to the few people that came in with emergencies. Until the secretary walked by and said, “Your father picked up the phone; he said that getting the car and coming this way.”

Adrien’s grey eyes quickly turned in fear to check out of the window, grimacing uneasily as he admired the family's car parked outside. “Great…”

The longer it took, the more Adrien knew he was in trouble. Pressing his eyes closed and clenching his jaw, as if he could already feel the kick in his ass. Despite the nerves, his head bobbed forward as he fell asleep, and the tug of falling forward snapped him back awake. At some point, he rested his head on the joined seat and fell asleep, mouth open.

The front gates snapping open woke him up, and he wished to make himself smaller so he could hide behind the back of the seats. But as he turned backwards, Levi was at the front desk talking to the secretary and security guards. His dark hair was a mess, and it seemed like he had just put on some shoes and a shirt because he still had the pyjama pants on. Outside, the cap that his father had probably been forced to take there.

As the secretary picked up the forms for him to fill, his father quickly raised his grey eyes to shoot him across the room the deadliest glance he had yet to witness. ‘Goodbye everybody, it was nice knowing you.’

Avoiding facing death, Adrien remained seated, giving his back, but he quickly heard the footsteps of his father, characterized by the slight hobble he had after the war. With his presence looming, he looked down at Adrien, who slowly raised his attention up.

Smiling innocently, “Hi, dad.”

Levi didn’t smile back; quite the opposite, he frowned even more and extended his right hand that was missing two fingers. “My fucking keys.”

The teen searched for them inside his jeans and quietly handed them over with puppy eyes. Levi snapped them, but his hand didn’t withdraw. “And my damn money.” Repeating the same action but with the bills, Levi grabbed them and began to count. “And the rest?”

Adrien mumbled some incoherent groans as he refused to make eye contact. “Tch,” Levi clicked his tongue and gripped his shirt neck, raising him from his seat, pushing him to the exit. “Get in the fucking car.”

The walk of shame only accentuated as his father's angry tone didn’t match the polite one he used to greet the secretary and guards on his way out. He cowered in the passenger seat, trying to make himself a tiny ball as Levi slammed the door shut. Loud sighs that didn’t withdraw the deep frown before he turned on the car again.

“You’re so fucking wrong if you think I’ll stand this type of behaviour; I'm telling you,” Levi spat the words as he drove back home. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Adrien!” Levi insisted as the kid didn’t even reply, looking to his right as he waited at a red light. “You don’t want to talk? Fine, fucking ungrateful brat. You know how fucking worried your mother was when we received a call from the shitty hospital? Eh?”

“The drive-in the other day, the supposed hang out at your friend’s house that you were never fucking there, and now this. Are you fucking proud?” the ex-captain of the scouts kept going as his eyes were glued to the road despite only one of them working anymore. “You’re grounded, you’re so fucking grounded that I’ll fucking die, and you’ll have to get a damn Ouija board to contact me to see if you can go out to buy groceries.”

The teen just silently rolled his eyes as the long list of unhappiness of his father about his behaviour couldn’t care less. “Don’t you dare to roll your eyes on me, brat. You heard me? Drop that fucking attitude.” Somehow his father always seemed to have eyes everywhere. “Happy now? You ruined your entire summer break; beg all you want later on. You’re not leaving the house.”

“As if you’d let me go out anyway,” Adrien murmured mockingly under his breath.

“What?” Levi demanded. “If you’re going to have the guts to steal MY car, MY money, and break MY orders, then grow the guts to speak the fuck up.”

“That you never let me go anywhere!” Adrien shouted back angrily.

“For what? To go to this damn party in the middle of nowhere to hang out with fucking rapists and get

shit-faced?” Levi argued back. “You think I was born yesterday? I know exactly which places I don’t want you to get involved with. You think you’ve everything figured out, but that’s not it, Adrien! You’re 14! Fourteen!”

“I’m fifteen!”

“You turned fifteen two weeks ago, for fuck’s sake!” Levi shouted, slightly turning to his right before focusing back on the road. “I’m telling you, better fix your attitude or this is not going to end well. You may be getting big and feel cocky, but you won’t play smart-ass with me. You can grow up to be as tall as the fucking Colossal Titan, and yet you would do whatever the fuck I tell you!”

“I did the right thing! I stood up for her; I’m not stupid enough to do whatever my classmates do. Why can’t you see that?!” Adrien complained as they reached the front of the house, and Levi stopped the car.

“’Cause you were stupid enough to steal my car even when you don’t know how to fucking drive!” Levi complained as he got out of the car, walking to the front door. He kept going with the lecture but lower as he didn’t want to wake up the neighbours. “You don’t like it? Choose another father in your next life; in this one, it’s me, and I’m not going to let my teenage kid not give a fuck about the decisions I take. I’ve gone through too much shit for a fucking brat to tell me what I believe is the best for them.”

They both walked in, and Levi locked the door behind them. The room was still dim for the early hours, and their dog greeted them enthusiastically. The keys dropping at the front plate echoed loudly, and the tuxedo cat of the family finally appeared to rub himself against the legs of the teen, who quietly picked him up. Y/N quickly rushed to check on her kid.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you somewhere?” She seemed clearly agitated, and Adrien remained with his eyes glued to the floor.

“No, mom,” he murmured, downcast. “I’m fine.”

“Oi, to your damn room,” Levi quickly ordered. “and clean it up; I won’t say it again.”

The kid left, cursing under his breath as he went upstairs and slammed the front door shut.

“What happened?” she asked Levi, who was preparing himself a tea to calm down, enveloping herself in a negligee.

“What happened? That kid is driving me nuts, that’s what's happening,”

Y/N sighed loudly, positioning herself behind her husband and running her hands through his arms, seeking to provide some comfort. She then switched to hugging him from behind. “He’s going through a phase… his new classmates are mostly kids who survived the rumbling, and some of them aren’t the best influence. He just wants to fit in, you know how important that is at his age.”

“Tch,” Levi kept facing the countertop, murmuring as the anger didn’t quickly wash away. But eventually, he closed his eyes and sighed loudly as the adrenaline slowed down. “The audacity of that kid, where the hell does he get it?”

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle against his back, “MH, I wonder,” she said sarcastically. “If they were still around, perhaps we could have asked some senior MPs… perhaps they could enlighten us on how you were as a teen,”

“I wasn’t like that,” Levi softly replied, almost ashamed of the point out.

“No haha you were worse,” Y/N was entertained as she kissed his shoulder blades tenderly. “Or do I have to remind you how you made me sneak out to meet you after curfew?”

“That’s different…”

Forcing him to turn around to place a kiss on his scar as she caressed his face softly, “He’s your kid,” she murmured against his lips. “He hates to be told what to do and has the strength to know he can get out of almost any situation. Asking him to be submissive is like asking him not to be an Ackerman; he got it in his genes,”

Levi just groaned, accepting the caress, her loving his face as if he was brand new and the residues of the war had never happened.

Days passed by, and while the mood in the house was slowly returning to calmness, the punishment still stood, and Adrien was reading in his bedroom, suffering the heat of summer without being able to go out with his friends. He couldn’t even play his record player because if in normal cases his father tolerated him to play his favourite bands loudly, now he was almost cursed to quietness. Levi didn’t seem to be very fond of Rock; perhaps Paradise music was too behind, and the period of adaptation was lacking. It sounded like loud noise to him.

A quiet knock at the front door was heard, mostly because the dog that was resting beside him in his bed raised hastily and rushed downstairs. The noise was almost imperceptible as his father was vacuuming the living room’s carpet while his mother prepared dinner. Adrien was about to raise himself from his bed and open the door himself, but the overwhelmingly loud noise of the vacuum stopped, so he guessed his father was on it.

Levi opened the front door without checking; he had faced so many adversities in life that he hardly doubted that anyone who rang his bell at 6 pm on a Thursday in their quiet family neighbourhood was a threat. “Yes?” he crossed his arms as he admired the young girl at the front gates. She was wearing the usual outfit of the time, white and brown loafers, crumpled low white socks, an inflated pastel yellow skirt that was tightly around her waist with a white blouse. The matching light cardigan was hanging from her shoulders, but she didn’t seem to put it on, another thing that Levi thought was some stupid new fashion trend from teens. That and his son’s imperious necessity to fold the sleeves of his t-shirts. High ponytail and blushed cheeks.

“Good evening, Mr. Ackerman,” The girl greeted him with kindness and politeness.

“Hello,” Levi replied, almost uninterested, his usual unfriendly nature not withdrawn even after years of not being on service.

“I was wondering if Adrien is at home,” she asked, and Levi wished he could roll his eyes at how almost immediately the girl blushed at the mention of his son’s name. “I’m the girl from the other night; I wanted to thank him…” seeing Levi’s slight frown at the memory of that early morning, she nervously added, “And you, of course, for what he did for me,” The young girl handed a package that was easily deduced to be a cake.

“He’s grounded,” Levi quickly replied. “And you don’t need to thank him; he did the only right thing to do. I don’t raise abusers,”

“Oh…” the disappointment in her voice was palpable, “Well, but please at least take the cake? For all the inconvenience,”

“No, kid, it’s alright-”

“Hi, sweetie! Adrien will be down in a minute!” Y/N popped behind Levi, slightly pushing him to the side and smiling softly at the girl. “Do you want to wait inside?”

Levi looked at his wife, confused and slightly offended by how quickly she overstepped him in the conversation.

“Ah, no, it’s alright; I don’t want to be a bother-”

Adrien appeared behind his parents, wondering what the whole issue was, and his mother quickly pushed him forward. “There he is!” She added while tugging Levi back inside. “Let’s give him some space,” she whispered to her husband, who was refusing to move.

“Oi,” Levi complained as he was forced back inside.

Both parents faking to be doing something in the living room to not be seen; Levi wasn’t spying, but his wife was. “She’s so cute,” she whispered, “and she’s crushing so much on him.”

Levi clicked his tongue, “He’s tall. All girls of that age crush on tall boys,” he argued back.

Y/N chuckled and turned to look at him, “talking from experience?”

“Ha ha,” Levi faked a sarcastic laugh. “He’s supposed to be grounded,”

“Shh, I can’t hear!” She hushed him back and then moved slightly as Levi joined her next to the window.

“Great,” Levi said annoyed, “she’s fucking bonnie,”

Confusion was written all over his wife's face as she grimaced dazed and raised an eyebrow, silently asking how those words could be said with such disappointment.

“Now I won’t only have to buy him all those stupid vinyl records, textbooks, and uniforms for the school team, but I’ll also have to start buying condoms; there goes my fucking salary,”

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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oh god

thinks about sanemi w twin babies and him walking around with one strapped to his chest and one on his back

#im too young to have a kid im too young #dad sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny #fic recs❗️

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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STOP I AM CRYING UGLY CRYING I TELL YA

I know it’s popular to HC Sanemi as having a boy who looks exactly like him, but I offer Sanemi with a daughter who is his spitting image. She inherits everything — his hair, his eyes, his mild scowl when annoyed. Hell, she even inherits some of his attitude and inability to watch her mouth.

But she’s his, and from the day she’s born, Sanemi thinks she’s perfect. And he catches himself whenever he’s about to remark on his “ugly mug” or make some self-deprecating comment about his appearance because he knows she might hear him. And Sanemi never, ever wants her to think she’s anything less than beautiful, so he watches his tongue (for once). But as he looks upon his baby girl’s sleeping face at night, marveling over her, it strikes him that it’s like looking at his reflection in a mirror.

And if she’s this beautiful, maybe he has some beauty in him, too.

#dad sanemi omfg what a treat #i want babies so bad #I WANT SANEMI #kny #sanemi x reader #fic recs❗️

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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aight so with the results of the polls, this is what i came up with 🫶🏽 thank you all for inspiring me to sit my ass down and write, ily 🥹

basically, i matched the characters with the tropes based on their vote percentage ✨

the yellow ones were newly added and since there were ties i had to mix and match.

i still dk wtf to write for uzui so pls help w that thank you ily guys sm 😩🫦

if y’all have any suggestions or ideas let me knowwww plssss i love your brains 🧠

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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Hange introduced them. Y/N had been taken on as a PhD student under Hange's research team at the university. As an exchange student, she didn't know many people. Hange, ever the connector, quickly introduced them. The reason for the introduction eluded Y/N, but she didn’t give it much thought. Hange was an outgoing extrovert, and Y/N concluded that this was just part of their role as Levi’s extroverted friend.

It didn’t take long for Y/N and Levi to become more than just acquaintances who met at Hange's birthday party. Y/N didn’t make much fuss about it; Levi was a couple of years older than her, had graduated with honors, and was in a much better financial position than a PhD student. He also fucked like a beast, an important detail.

They didn’t talk much about their arrangement; it developed organically. Y/N would tell her friends that they were just two adults getting to know each other, enjoying the sweaty, steamy encounters in the meantime. While Y/N hadn’t been to many frat parties, she quickly concluded that if she and Levi ever parted ways from their purely physical arrangement, it would be hard to find someone who could do half of what he did.

It was obvious that Hange was aware of this, as they didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N sometimes wished Hange would be a bit less enthusiastic about knowing her personal life, or at least try to maintain a certain level of professionalism.

Levi was very reserved about his personal life, even though they usually met at his house. Overall, he was a calm, dedicated, and pleasant addition to her life. She brought him an expensive tea brand as a gift for all the times he had driven her home, even when it wasn’t necessary.

That day, Levi had come back from a business trip and had invited her over. They had a couple of glasses of wine that he brought from his trip. She was riding him over their clothes, the friction delicious as she gyrated her hips slowly. His hands gripped and raised her shirt slightly, kneading the skin under his fingers as he kissed her collarbones and descended to leave hickeys between her breasts.

The outline of his hardening cock on the side of his trousers was delicious against her covered folds, promising more but giving just the right amount of friction to drive her crazy. Her head was thrown back as one hand rested on his knee and the other on his shoulder for leverage. She softly gasped his name as he undid each little button before unclipping her bra from behind to finally raise it and suck and play with her nipples.

"Ah—Levi!" she moaned, and it was obvious by the way his hands gripped her ass that he had been needy, wishing to come back to her.

"Did that cute little pussy of yours miss my cock inside it?" he groaned with a smirk in his tone.

"Ah—" she was about to reply, but a playful snap on her ass made her jolt. Not painful enough to be uncomfortable but with enough strength. Then she froze in place, her whole body tensed.

Levi must have sensed the change in her attitude because his face, which was buried between her tits, parted and looked up at her. His lips still had a bit of saliva connected to her nipple. "You ok?"

She straightened up, feeling uncomfortable. "I—uh—I need to use the bathroom," she muttered before raising herself from his lap.

"Ah… sure, under the stairs, you know where it is," Levi replied, but she was already walking there and closing the door behind her. Her absence made him uneasy; he began to wonder if he had crossed a line unknowingly as he straightened his posture in his seat and locked eyes on the bathroom door.

"Shit—" she cursed under her breath as she realized what had happened. There was a clear red stain on her underwear. Her period had come early, at the worst possible time. They had been teasing each other about what they would do once he came back from his trip. She paced around the small guest bathroom, unsure. "I left him with his cock hard on the couch…"

There was no real reason for her to feel so ashamed or anxious. She should just tell him and promise to make it up to him later. They were both adults; he should understand.

Two subtle knocks at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Y/N, you ok in there?"

"Yes! I—uh," why was it so hard to say? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Could you bring me my purse, please?"

She expected to hear Levi’s footsteps on the polished wood floor, but instead, he replied almost immediately, "If you need tampons or pads, there’s a basket with them on top of the toilet."

Turning around slowly, she saw the basket with a collection of different feminine hygiene products. Initially, she wondered why she had never noticed them. As she grabbed one, she couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a rather cute gesture. 'How many girls do you bring over that you have this?'

Quickly shaking off the thought, she reminded herself that they didn’t have that type of relationship, so he was free to do as he pleased, even if the idea spread inside her like boiling jealousy. 'He's a great catch… only you are the idiot thinking he doesn’t have others.'

She came out of the restroom, feeling how the mood had shifted to something uncomfortable—or maybe that was just her perception. Levi was casually putting away the snacks and glasses they had used, cleaning up. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he continued washing the dishes. "You still need your purse?"

"No, thank you," she quickly replied, feeling like she was wasting oxygen. The moment made her reconsider if casual relationships were for her. She felt as if, by not delivering the sex they both agreed on, she was just annoying him with her presence. They could still have sex if he was into it, but she wasn’t feeling it. The cramps were starting to kick in too. "I’ll get going."

Levi, drying his hands, looked back at her slightly confused. "I was about to offer we order something to eat since I came back and still need to do the grocery shopping," he explained, surprising her deeply. "But if you want to go, I can drive you. It’s not too late; I could still go to the supermarket."

He seemed so unfazed, unbothered.

"I’ll take an Uber; it’s fine," she insisted. "I don’t want to be a bother."

Levi, who was unloading the dishwasher, paused. "I’m inviting you, moron. If you were a bother, I wouldn’t be offering for you to stay."

The plan seemed lovely: staying in his big cozy house outside the city because Levi insisted downtown and all its noise annoyed him, eating something tasty, having him spoil her rotten. It seemed too good to be true. The next words slipped out without intention, revealing her thoughts.

"We don’t have that type of relationship."

It dropped like a bomb. The silence was overwhelming, feeling like it lasted hours. Levi put the final dish away, his fingers lingering on the countertop door a bit longer. His lips pressed together, and from the outside, he appeared as stoic as ever.

"We could… if you want."

Adult relationships can be so complicated. Both looked at each other. "If you know what I mean," was implied by both their expressions. It felt so ridiculous, as if junior high relationships were easier than this. "Not to sound too needy, too desperate, set too many rules, be too insistent."

A smile crept onto her face, and she felt like a little girl with a crush. "I think I do."

He tried to wash off the enthusiasm. "Great, so… choose what you want to eat, and I’ll give you my card."

"You choose what to watch?" she asked as she took her phone out to select dinner.

"Yeah, sure."

Later, cuddling in bed and watching a cheesy Netflix show that made them wonder who funded such a production but continued watching because there was nothing better on, she had a question. Levi’s cat purred between his legs as she rested her head on his right shoulder.

"Why do you have all those pads in your bathroom?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Levi looked back at her momentarily before calmly saying, "Isabel, she's… like my little sister. I adopted her when she was little." He began to explain but realized it was hard to tell the complete story without some details. "Her friends and she, in middle school, would start to get their periods and be too ashamed to ask me for pads or tampons. So, I decided to set up a basket so they could grab what they needed. Over time, it became a routine."

"Wait," she sat up straight, "she lives here? What if she sees us?"

"Chill, she’s at college. She’s in her first year."

"Aww, well, it seems like you were a 'cool mom,'" she joked, making a Mean Girls reference.

Levi grimaced uneasily and then admitted, almost ashamed, "Not really… but I promised a friend that I would give her more freedom."

"Oh…"

(I don't know what this is, I just got an idea and decided to write it. That's all)

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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my LORDDDDD-

The knock on his door interrupts you two, Levi groans. "Ignore it." He says as he continues to kiss down your lower stomach, biting into your hips softly, his mouth continues lower until another much harder knock interrupts him again. "You should get that." You whisper and Levi sighs, leaving a kiss on your stomach before staying up and putting his shirt back on, he fixes his hair and walks to the door opening it. "This better be fucking important." The venom dripping from his voice makes Erwin's eyebrow raise, he ignored it tho. "Didn't mean to wake you up, however something came up and I can't finish these papers so..." Levi rolls his eyes taking the papers Erwin gives him.

"They need to be done by the time I am back." The commander says, Levi looks through the papers, his eyes narrowing. "You'll fucking have them done. Now leave me alone." Levi glances over at you as you lay in bed, ready for him, he taps his leg on the ground a few times getting impatient. "Of course, I'll leave you to it. See you and name later." Erwin says a slight smile coming to his lips and Levi slams the door in his face before turning to you, he tosses the paperwork aside and pins you to bed again, his mouth immediately finding yours. You laugh against his lips. "You have paperwork to finish-" "The only thing that will be getting finished tonight is you, now turn around for me, baby."

#levi ackerman #fic recs❗️#FUCK THIS IS SO HOT #I LOVE HIM WITH MY ENTIRE SOUL #and body

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chronicdisasterwrites · 6 months ago

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omg i want a part 2 so bad im gonna cry jordie

let the light in - ryomen sukuna

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word count: 15.5k warnings: mentions of fighting and injuries, reader has a cursed technique but i don't describe it bc i'm lazy, she's actually pretty weak in this ngl i needed her to be a bit of a damsel in distress. sukuna is pretty out of character but he has to be. also sukuna can take control of yuji's body when he's asleep bc i decided so ok it's my first time writing for him so bare with me. summary: reincarnation!au with a twist. in every life sukuna finds you in, he has to remind you of who you once were- and who you once were to each other. it's a burden, but it's one he's carried for centuries and he wouldn't have it any other way. more info: slowburn enemies to ?? to lovers, sukuna is hopelessly in love with reader its very fun ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[ ooh let the light in // at your back door yelling cause i wanna come in // ooh turn your light on // look at us, you and i back at it again ]

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Finding her in this life was the first thing on his mind as soon as his consciousness was manifested. Just like every era before this one, she’s always his first thought.

The second thought was- what the fuck?

In all of his centuries walking this earth, he’d never been quite out of body like this. As in, in a completely different body from his own. And much to his displeasure, he’d manifested inside of some brat jujutsu sorcerer that was a bit too strong for his own good. No worries, though, after they tracked down a few more of his cursed fingers he’d be able to take proper control and Itadori Yuji would cease to exist as soon as Sukuna regained his full strength.

So for some time, he played nice. Or, as nice as he could, that was. He sat back in his domain and waited. He’d never been one with a strong sense of patience- he may have been a man once but he was a curse now- but if it meant strengthening his chances in being reunited with her sooner, then he would play the long game. Besides, he could have some fun torturing the brat and his friends for a little while, right? No harm in some chaos and carnage along the way. He would need good stories to tell her when they were together again, anyways.

There were times where the brat began to wonder what it was Sukuna was doing there, quietly tucked into his domain. On the rare occasion that he didn’t rear his head into conversation with a nasty comment coming from a mouth materialized on his cheek or the back of his hand. Times passed where Yuji would cringe awaiting Sukuna’s inevitable filth, but instead he was gifted with silence from the curse inhabiting him. The young sorcerer could only assume that this meant he was doing something else- but what? What could he possibly occupy himself with while trapped in his own domain? Some days Yuji worried he was plotting something, but others he wondered if the King of Curses was just lost in thought. Did he daydream?

Sukuna wouldn’t call it that, but if anyone were able to catch him in the act, they’d know it was exactly that. All he could do with his time is imagine how he’d reunite with her in this life. It was one of his favorite parts of each new century or so, and after hundreds of lifetimes, there were plenty of memories to keep himself occupied with.

This time he knew he’d have to outdo himself, seeing as he was in an unfamiliar body, and he could only hope that she liked this one as much as the last. Perhaps the next time he took control of it he’d make sure everything was up to standard- he couldn’t have her rejecting him just because he was in some brat’s body this time. On the other hand, he knew her to be more playful and experimental than he was, so maybe she’d find a change in host exciting.

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To his delight, Sukuna is reunited with the great love of his life sooner than expected. To his great displeasure, it’s at exactly the wrong time.

He’d been irritated enough having his brat vessel tap out just because he couldn’t take on a measly little Special Grade. Of course, he wasn’t about to appease some righteous jujutsu sorcerer’s agenda by exorcizing the curse himself. But in the end, the curse disappointed him too, thinking that it could pick a fight with the King of Curses and come out of it alive.

Pride outweighed vengeance, and he found himself entertained with playing with the Special Grade. Playing, because of course it’s abilities were weak compared to real jujutsu, unlike the childish display the brat had put up first.

He’s so drawn in by his play fight with the curse that he’d completely missed her- that is until he’s using his Domain Expansion, and from the corner of one of his eyes he finally notices.

While it’s a shock that he’s managed to let the great love of his life go unnoticed, she isn’t exactly… conscious.

The special grade is sliced diced and forgotten, barely even a blip in Sukuna’s memory now once he recognizes the slumped over body on a pile of rubble a few hundred feet away. He’s delighted, ecstatic even. The bloodthirsty grin on his face is replaced by a beam of pure thrill. He’d previously thought it might take years to find her in this life, so to stumble across her now, after getting control of this body over a mere pest, was a real treat.

He approaches her limp body so quickly he’s practically teleported to her, and his beam begins to falter as he takes in her current state.

It’s not a matter of worry that she’s fairly beat up and knocked unconscious so hard there’s soft snores between heavy breaths, her mortal body working overtime to keep her alive at all- it was nothing a quick use of his Reverse Cursed Technique couldn’t fix.

The wince of disgust that contorts his features is directed solely at her attire.

Crisp black button up torn open to reveal the same shade of undershirt snugly fitting her underneath, paired with pants of the same material. He didn’t need to see the crest at the collar of her shirt to give him further context as to what she was up to in this century.

“Of course,” He utters through his snarl as he crouches down towards her, hands glowing as he promptly heals her wounds. She doesn’t awaken, her body growing even more exhausted after being put through the technique, but her muscles do appear to relax as she slumps further into the dirty ground. “You would be a sorcerer in this lifetime. Idiot,”

The cruel name falls from his lips with nothing but melted affection. No other person on this earth would be allowed to hear him speak this way and live to tell the tale. It was reserved only for her- and she wasn’t even awake to hear it now.

With steady hands Sukuna gathers her in his arms, trying to bend her into a more comfortable position. She doesn’t wince or complain when bruised limbs drag across broken slabs of concrete. If he wasn’t able to hear the steady beat of her heart, she would have easily been mistaken for dead already.

“A shitty reunion this time around, I’m afraid,”

Sukuna sighs before he sits fully on the ground. He’s not sure how much longer he’d be in control of this body, but any thoughts of fleeing to bring as much destruction to Tokyo is far from his mind. He wants nothing more than to sit here with his lover and hope that she’d wake back up before he’s dragged back into his domain.

With one arm wrapped under her shoulders to keep her limp body closely tucked to him, his free hand brushes the messy strands of hair away from her resting face. She looks peaceful, even though when she wakes she’d still carry the aches of her healed injuries. The tips of his fingers linger over her soft cheek as he admires her.

“Just as beautiful in this life as you were in every one before it, my love,” He murmurs, so quiet that even if she were conscious enough to hear it, she probably wouldn’t have.

He only gets a few moments of peace with her before he can feel a stir from inside of him, and he can faintly make out Yuji gaining his consciousness back. He snarls in his aggravation, wishing he could knock the brat out so he could get just a little more time with his long lost love, even if she wasn’t her usual lively self.

“Come, we have things to do” He tells her, before he pulls her closer and lifts her up.

He makes his way out of the destroyed building with leisure, knowing that the other sorcerer, Fushiguro, would be waiting outside for a fight. It wasn’t in his plans to end the kid’s life just yet, but with the reunion of his one true love coming prematurely, things might have to change. Oh well, he was flexible.

She fusses in his arms upon the lift, but even with her pinching brows and twitching eyelids, she never quite wakes up. Which was alright, they would have plenty of time to properly catch up in a bit. Sukuna had other things to handle first.

It would be some time still before she properly met the King of Curses face to face- in this life anyways- as shortly after his departure of the ruined building, he would have to set her aside to take care of a few of the weaker level shikigamis that the Fushiguro kid sent his way. After ripping the brat’s heart out of their shared chest, it would be a few weeks before things seemingly transitioned back to normal.

When (y/n) would finally come to in the infirmary a few hours after it all went down, Megumi would relay how the King of Curses had carried her out in his arms. She’d give him a bitter laugh, thinking he was trying to lighten the mood after the news of the death of their friend. But Megumi wasn’t usually very good at telling jokes, and after seeing his grave expression stay put, her face would fall.

“You’re serious?”

Megumi nods, the thin line of his lips unwavering.

(y/n) blinks a few times as she processes it slowly. She’s still not sure that she believes him, but she doesn’t have a reason not to either. If Gojo had told her this she’d have rolled her eyes, and maybe called him insensitive and unserious, but why would Megumi make something like that up?

“I don’t understand,” She tells him with a furrowed brow, and the way Megumi shrugs one shoulder unenthusiastically tells her he didn’t understand it any better than she did. “You’re telling me he saved me?”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” Megumi replies dryly. He should’ve known she’d ask him questions he clearly didn’t have the answers for, so he tried to provide her with what he did know so that maybe she wouldn’t torment him with more of her own questions. “But he brought you out, and set you down somewhere with your head propped up, and he didn’t try to attack you at all. At least, it looked like he didn’t”

Her tongue darts over the dryness of her bottom lip as her jaw hangs open at him. She doesn’t bother him with more useless questions, but that doesn’t mean the whole ordeal wasn’t plaguing her mind.

Something was very strange about that behavior. But with Yuji gone, she figured it was no use trying to decipher it all anyways. Maybe after some time when her grief wears off into something she could live with, she could forget about it completely.

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With Yuji turning out to be alive and well, Sukuna’s plans shifted once more. He’d tortured him as best he could without the ability of taking control of the body, letting his friend be turned into a transfigured human, refusing to kill the spirit that called itself Mahito- as upsetting as it was to his brat vessel, Sukuna cared very little for such trivial events. In fact, if Yuji were to shut up about it, he probably could have forgotten completely. He only had one goal on his mind- to return to her again. Anything else was merely a stepping stone along the way.

Just as before, Sukuna spends most of his time in his domain without much noise. Except this time, Yuji starts to get an inkling of what he’s doing.

“It’s unbecoming and submissive of you to pretend to be dead,”

Sukuna taunts one day while Yuji’s working on his ‘training’ on Gojo’s couch while he invests himself with a romantic movie. His sudden appearance was a good test to his abilities, though, as the sleeping cursed puppet on Yuji’s lap doesn’t stir. It was safe to say that Yuji had gotten as used to sharing his body with the curse as he was going to get.

“What if your little sorcerer friends need you?” Sukuna chuckles. He quite enjoys the image of Fushiguro and the little red-headed girl struggling to keep up with mere Second Grade curses.

“They’re fine” Yuji replies casually, barely paying attention to the mouth on his face that wasn’t his. The movie was just getting good, after all.

“You think they can manage to hold their own?” Sukuna scoffs at the thought. “With half-assed cursed techniques like theirs?”

“Fushiguro and Kugisaki are the most cutthroat people I’ve ever known. Didn’t Fushiguro almost kick your ass?” Yuji mutters, more irritated than offended by Sukuna’s cruelty. “You’re just lucky you haven’t had to deal with (y/l/n)”

So is that what she was calling herself this time? Sukuna’s lips tilt into a smirk.

“She doesn’t seem like much to be afraid of,” The words themselves are harsh, but something in his tone changes. Enough that Yuji starts to lose focus on the television. “Last I saw her she was half dead. If it weren’t for me, she would have been dead-dead”

That finally catches Yuji’s full attention, and he misses the next few lines of the movie when he asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sukuna’s silent, thoughtfully so, as he tries to find just the right way to play his cards. Does he use his history with the brat’s friend as a scare tactic? Or does he keep that little fact to himself for a while longer? Either way, the longer he’s silent, the more Yuji begins to go stir crazy.

“Hey, you old curse!” He hollers suddenly, causing the cursed puppet in his lap to wake up and start to get aggressive. Yuji heaves as the tiny thing rears a heavy punch into his gut, but it doesn’t stop him from interrogating the curse inside of him. “What did you mean by that!?” He huffs out.

Sukuna chuckles, and just as quickly as he’d appeared on Yuuji’s cheek, he disappeared again, hiding away in his domain and entertaining himself with the sight of Yuji getting beat up by a little cursed teddy bear.

Perhaps he’d let the brat overthink for a little while longer, anxiety was a form of suffering after all, wasn’t it? At least watching the brat worry himself sick about it would provide him some amusement for the coming days. Until the sanction of his fake death is lifted, and he could go back to his goal of being reunited with his love.

(y/l/n). Her new surname rings in his head as he settles in his domain and lets his mind begin to wander again. As pretty as it was, he’d have to return it to the proper name. His name.

Yuji is attacked by Yaga’s cursed puppet a few more times that evening, but not due to the film changing his range of emotions. In fact, it was due to his complete lack of focus on the movie. All he could think about was what business Sukuna could possibly have with (y/n).

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When he makes his surprise reappearance for his friends, Yuji debates on pulling (y/n) aside and asking her about what Sukuna had mentioned. But for all he knew, he very well could have been toying with him, and ultimately he decided to enjoy what little time he had to catch up with his friends before they dove into the Exchange Event. It just didn’t seem worth bringing up at this time.

But for some reason, when she takes her seat as the Tokyo students begin their planning, Yuji’s compelled to sit beside her. It’s not an odd choice, it’s not out of character for him, she is his friend after all, but he’s quite aware of the way his feet move on their own accord to carry him to the empty seat beside her. Yuji knows his body, and he knows he wasn’t the one commanding it to do that.

It makes him gulp when he unceremoniously plops into the seat. (y/n) gives him a look, something crossed between confusion and amusement, but she brushes it off and doesn’t say a word as she shifts her focus back to Maki. Yuji tries to ignore it as well, a bit embarrassed about the whole display. Was that really Sukuna? He tried to clear his mind, too, it was quite important that he took in everything Maki was saying, but his mind is wrapped up in whatever game the King of Curses was playing right now.

And finally, when he thinks he’s heard enough of the game plan for the event, he feels it.

The slit under his right eye opens, the side facing (y/n). Yuji holds his breath, hoping that Sukuna doesn’t open his loud mouth and bark out something insulting, but he doesn’t. His mouth never materializes. He simply stares.

It’s almost worse.

A few minutes pass and no one seems to notice, as the attention of the room is still commanded by Maki. Except for Yuji himself, as he’d stopped listening to her altogether while he anxiously awaited whatever was to come next. What was he doing? He began to bounce his leg.

His throat closes up when he sees (y/n) turn her head out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t meet her gaze, even though she’s clearly staring at him- or Sukuna, he supposes- but she doesn’t speak up. She’s just as silent as the curse he’s hosting. Still, her gaze remains on the dark eye peeking out at her. If they weren’t in a room with all of their peers, Yuji would’ve broken his ignorant demeanor by now, but something inside him tells him to keep his mouth shut.

When the group disbanded for a quick lunch before the event officially started, (y/n) remained seated while the others filtered out, and when Yuji began to stand, she stopped him. All she’s done is reach a hand out, she barely even touches his arm, but it’s enough for him to stop in his tracks, and he stays put in his seat.

They don’t say anything until the room is empty, and even then, (y/n) chooses to speak quietly, almost under her breath.

“What the hell is going on with…” She pauses, her eyes flickering between Yuji’s and the ones below, before she raises her hand in a small gesture. “Him?” She mumbles it so low, afraid that saying his name would be enough to summon him, even though he’s so clearly already there before her.

“I don’t-”

Yuji starts, but before he could say anything- or think of anything to say- Sukuna’s mouth is materializing on his cheek. It’s an unsettling feeling on its own, but Yuji always felt a certain chill on his spine whenever he’d feel that mouth forming a smile.

“Just missed lookin’ at you, sweetheart”

Yuji’s face is sickly pale in a matter of seconds, the fear that settles over him tenses up all of his muscles, to the point they ache, and as much as he wants to remove himself (and Sukuna) from this situation, he’s frozen in place. Too stunned to say anything, too stunned to move, he just stands there helplessly as (y/n’s) wide eyes dart between both pairs on his face.

(y/n’s) reaction comes first, the shocked expression wearing off into something else. Yuji can’t place what it is- anger, disgust- but she loses the desire to keep the conversation quiet as reality settles over her.

“What!?” It comes out in a screech, but it’s just as quickly followed by absolute rambling. “What the hell are you talking about? What the hell is he talking about?” She awkwardly shifts her gaze between both sets of eyes, unsure and unfamiliar with how to communicate with the both of them.

“I- I don’t-”

Again, Yuji’s interrupted before he can come up with anything.

“We still have all the time in the world, for now you just keep your pretty little head focused on this game of yours, hm?”

Just like that, the fanged mouth is disappearing and Yuji’s cheek is returned to it’s normal state again.

(y/n) blinks, going silent again while her face is flushing with color. Now her eyes seem to focus on the lower, darker pair of eyes. It’s hard to gauge what Sukuna is thinking, or feeling. With only a narrowed set of eyes to go off of, not to mention he’s a reckless curse, he’s not a man, she doesn’t know what to make of the interaction.

But with the memory of what Megumi had told her, a dread begins to weigh down her chest. Whatever this behavior was about, it couldn’t mean anything could. It was unwanted attention, that was for sure. No matter how warm her face felt, or how nervous she suddenly was just being around Yuji.

Soon enough the eyes shut too, but even though it appears it’s only her and Yuji in the room, she can still feel Sukuna’s presence. She swallows the lump in her throat like it’s lead.

“Let’s just…” Her eyes flit away from the closed lids, meeting Yuji’s warm but worried gaze again. She’s not sure if it’s a comfort or not that he seems just as anxious as she feels. “Let’s just get through the Exchange Event first” She suggests.

She’s sure that this is the right choice of action. There was simply no time to dwell on Sukuna’s out of character behavior- then again she didn’t know him, she didn’t know what was in character, he was a curse!- not with all of their peers relying on them to secure the win for the Tokyo Prefecture.

Although she couldn’t deny her head wasn’t exactly in the game during the event. When she finds herself getting sloppy, taking hits she normally should have been able to dodge, she begins to curse the King of Curses himself. Surely this whole thing was an act, that was what he was best at, wasn’t it? Torture? Mind games? He was probably laughing it up in his domain watching her struggle so miserably at an event she couldn’t have been more prepared for.

When shit really hit the fan and curses and curse users reared their ugly heads in the middle of a semi-light hearted game, it dawned on her just how out of it she’d really become. Suddenly it didn’t matter how Mai shouldn’t have been able to get that shot at her shoulder- or how she should’ve seen Miwa’s Domain Expansion coming. There was no way she was going to let a curse like him get in her head and keep her from protecting her friends and herself from a real threat.

And once this attack in the middle of their event was taken care of and the scores were settled, she’d find a way to give the King of Curses a piece of her mind.

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That time came sooner than expected, and it’s seemingly out of nowhere when he pays her a little visit.

Deep down she knows that she should be terrified when the King of Curses is at her door requesting her time for ‘a talk’ as he called it. A thousand questions should flood her mind, and after some time they’ll begin to register, slowly and one by one, far later than it’s appropriate to ask.

He’d gotten her alone, and this should terrify her further, she should feel like a lamb in the presence of a wolf- no- curse. But for some reason, when he enters the training room she’d been doing warm ups in, all she does is stare at him.

Sukuna knows that there’s no way she could have mistaken him for the brat, not with all of his markings, not with his vermillion eyes, not with the abundant amount of cursed energy he carried with him. Any other mortal would straighten up, freeze in place and stare at him in utter fear as they waited for whatever fate he bestowed upon them.

Not her.

Foolishly, he believes this is due to the lifetimes they’d spent together before this one. Even though he’s well aware of the rules of the courtship. He recalls many meetings before this one where he’d had to open her eyes to the Binding Vow that brought her back in every lifetime. Still, he naively held onto a hope that her lack of reaction to his presence now is because somewhere inside of her, she knows she doesn’t need to be afraid of him like the others.

(y/n’s) true feelings couldn’t have been farther from his assumptions. It may have been a moment of poor judgment, but the moment he’d materialized at that door, irritation overrode self preservation. It didn’t matter that the cursed energy he carried was so heavy it was palpable.

She took one look at the King of Curses and furrowed her brows like she was a child he’d wronged, and there wasn’t an ounce of fear for her life when she’s the first to speak.

“What the fuck are you doing out?”

Out, it’s a funny choice of word, isn’t it? Sukuna can’t help the chuckle of amusement. Did she mean out and about, casually roaming the sacred grounds, or could she have meant out due to his control over the brat’s body?

A frown settles on her lips when she sees he’s already enjoying himself. She should be wondering what he’s been up to before he came here, or when exactly it was he gained control over Yuji’s body.

“And what happened to-”

Before she could fully voice her worry for her friend, Sukuna’s waving a dismissive hand.

“The brat’s fine, not everything has to be about him, you know” He scolds her as if this was a conversation they’d had a hundred times before now. Her frown deepens.

“Forgive me for caring more about him than a curse like you” She scoffs back at him.

How was it that in every lifetime she had to have that same bad attitude? Of course eventually she’d always settle down and warm back up to him, century and century again. Some cases took days, others years, and Sukuna was starting to get a feeling that due to the circumstances they found themselves in this time around, this case could be the latter. He frowns at the thought.

He found her so quickly this time, why did she have to be so stubborn?

“Always such a brat, I can hardly tell the difference between you,” He replies.

The look of disgust on her face is washed away by mild surprise. Both from the soft and easy cadence of his usually rough and cruel voice, and from the realization that he probably should have killed her for talking back to him the way she did. Now she starts to wonder just how many buttons she can push before she sees the true side of the King of Curses.

Her brows pinch together as she watches him with calculations behind her eyes. Was this all a part of the act from before?

“How interesting could things have been if you’d swallowed the finger that day and not this brat, hm?” He muses, and he seems genuinely curious about it.

(y/n) can barely keep up with him, trying too hard to jump to conclusions before he’s revealed them. Then again, there might be nothing to understand at all- this was all a part of the mind games, wasn’t it? She makes a mental note to meet with Gojo about this. Sukuna must’ve had greater plans in mind that the strongest sorcerer should be looped in on. Even if so far… he hadn’t exactly done anything… just made her friendship with Yuji fairly awkward.

Sukuna hasn’t moved from the doorway. Her eyes sweep over him carefully as she wonders if this is purposeful. If his motive is to give her a false sense of safety.

“Humor me for a moment, (y/n)”

He sounds out her name like it’s an unfamiliar word, and for the first time since he’d appeared minutes prior, there’s a familiar hollow in her chest. At first she tags it as distress, but the way it lingers like a dull ache has her double guessing it’s cause.

“What?”

No should’ve been what came out of her mouth- if anything needed to be said at all. Would he let her leave if she tried? Would he punish her for it? However, despite every instinct begging to drag her in a different direction, she can’t help the intrigue she feels for him.

“What’re you doing here as a sorcerer?” He hums again with his question, eyes narrowing on her slightly as he takes account of her every reaction.

She’s holding her breath right now, it’s obvious in her tense jaw and unmoving chest. Not even a strand of hair waves in it’s place. Every part of her is so still, he could easily mistake it as her natural instinct to fear him as her natural predator. He knows this isn’t the case.

She opens her mouth to protest the question at first, but just as quickly, her jaw slacks, and she’s closing it softly as she sits on it a little more thoughtfully.

“Why do you ask?”

It irks him to have a question answered with another question. This was another quirk of hers that she always had in the earlier stages of their reunion. Even with the grain of irritation, Sukuna still finds himself amused in the way that she truly is the same person in every lifetime. She may have different names, and occasionally a feature or two isn’t quite how he remembered it- and trust him, he remembered- but her soul remained pure, unfiltered, unchanging. She was always his.

“The last we spoke, you had quite the unshakable opinion about a society that breeds and boasts of it’s powerful children to protect them, only to leave them in neglect…” He trails off, scanning her features in the search of any flash of recognition. If anything, she’s only more confused. Her brows are furrowed and her lips have formed a pout which he deemed as her sign of defeat in trying to understand him. “Something about creating the things you fear. But it was quite some time ago, and I see you’ve so clearly changed your mind” He raises a hand, palm up as he lazily gestures to her.

(y/n’s) posture straightens up, partially out of her defensive nature, but mostly due to the seriousness in his tone. Logic tells her she shouldn’t be taking anything he says as truth, it would be foolish, and in the end probably deadly too.

But that intrigue hits her, ignites a tiny spark in her chest that has her longing to learn more. The intensity tells her that if he weren’t this curse, that perhaps if he was just a man, she might humor him in the way he was looking for.

If she began the what if game now, she feared she’d find herself justifying her continuation of this conversation.

“You must have me confused, then”

Her words are clear and concise without being loud.

“I haven’t confused you in any century before this one and I would never confuse you in the ones to come after,”

She tries to hide the surprise in her expression, but she knows she fails. Especially when Sukuna’s amusement in her reaction seems more genuine than before. He takes a step into the room, just a single one.

“Your brat friend is fine. He fell asleep. We have a sort of… deal,”

There is some comfort in his words, even if (y/n) is unsure about her trust in him, the words still hit her chest and her shoulders slowly begin to untense. She doesn’t question him, doesn’t make any comment at all. She supposes he’ll fill the silence eventually, and her assumption is correct.

“You and I have known each other for quite some time,” He continues. “Long ago, you made a Binding Vow to me. A vow that allowed your mortal body to be reborn in every lifetime, so that I may find you”

Her brows furrow, hardly believing this to be the truth. She’s supposed to believe a Binding Vow could hold the power to reincarnate her? A quiet scoff blows past her lips.

“Incredible,” She murmurs, but it’s clear her astonishment isn’t enthusiastic. It’s cynical. “What sort of entertainment do you really gain from this?”

She asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she dares a few steps forward. She’s not all that close to him, but at the end of the day it didn’t matter her distance from Sukuna, the radius of his danger could stretch for miles.

“You never believe me right away” He muses, his hands folding behind his back as he regards her curiously. It makes her feel like a specimen, like a wild animal he’s just stumbled upon, but she doesn’t shrink under the intensity of his gaze.

“Would you?”

It’s not the response he’s expecting, but his eyes light up with a flicker of excitement.

“Of course not,” He answers, his lips beginning to curl into a smile. It should send a chill down her spine, but she takes another step forward and tilts her chin up higher. So foolish, he thinks with an air of loveliness wrapped around it, don’t you see that the mere fact I let you live for behaving like this must mean there’s some truth in my words? Instead, he tells her “Yet, you fall every time”

“I fall for the trick?” She snaps, but her intrigue remains.

“You fall for me” He clarifies, a finality in his tone that has her shutting up, albeit momentarily.

No, she must’ve been right, it was all some grand trick. Some ridiculous, theatrical ploy he’d come up with just to deceive her. She’s not sure of the why yet- if he wanted to kill her, couldn’t he have done it already? If he wanted to torture her, couldn’t he have chained her up by now? She’s skeptical, but she would hate to admit that some part of her, deep, deep down, considers that he may not be lying to her.

Of course he must be lying, so she tries to shove that idea down.

“And why would I do such a thing like that?” She asks, her tone bored, but the wideness in her eyes as she awaited his answer didn’t go unnoticed.

Sukuna unfolded his hands in order to push them into the pockets of Yuji’s pants. His grievance in wearing a sorcerer’s uniform was obvious in the unsavory curl in his lips as he briefly glanced down at himself, but his attention returned to her just as quickly.

“A Binding Vow is a double sided contract,” He reminds her. “You entered it willingly,” He tilts his head at her as he watches her process this information, before he tells her the full truth. “In fact, you were the one who brought the idea to me, sweetheart”

“Don’t call me that” She mutters out quickly, not thinking twice about the consequences of scolding the King of Curses.

“It’s true,” Sukuna shrugs his shoulders with a lazy drag. “I almost didn’t agree to it. But you’ve always been… convincing”

She’s not sure what he means, because the memories he’s recalling aren’t shared- if they’re real memories at all- and yet, she continues to lay her questions on thick.

“And why wouldn’t I choose to remember all of this then, hm? If I chose to be reborn, over and over, why wouldn’t I have wanted to remember?” She’s challenging him, and Sukuna’s enjoying it, even if it means that right now the distance she puts between them is further than before he’d found her due to her distrust in him.

History has repeated itself for thousands of years, but no event was as perfectly cyclical as she was to him. Time and time again he would find her, and in every lifetime, she’d been his.

“You wanted to,” He tells her. “The vow took a bit of a different turn than expected. See, your soul didn’t simply leap into a pre-existing person with each reincarnate. You were born again. Every part of your being, physical and… otherwise, was reborn. It actually makes it all the more difficult to find you, you know”

“Seems like a copout” She says, her expression unamused.

“Well go on then, what else do you want to ask me?”

“I have nothing,” She lies. “Because I’m not entertaining this any further”

“Fine, then,” To her surprise, Sukuna actually accepts her rejection- if you could call it that. “I’ll give the brat his body back. But you’ll know where to find me once you start to remember”

He leaves without a word, not even a mere wave, and it’s not until he’s gone that (y/n) wonders if she should be worried about him roaming the grounds of Jujutsu Tech, but nothing happens.

In fact it’s such a quiet night that the next morning everyone seems well rested and rejuvenated, all in good spirits and ready to take on the day. Everyone but her. And she can’t stop her eyes from shifting towards Yuji every thirty seconds, always double checking the slits under his eyes, as if one of these times she’d find them open and focused on her.

She can’t get the image of Sukuna lounging so casually in that training room. It’s hard when one of her closest friends shares his face, so even when she’s not anxious about seeing that second set of eyes, her heart still skips a beat when Yuji’s eyes catch hers and he smiles politely.

Naturally, that skip in her heart was due to her nerves, and had nothing to do with the contents of her discussion with the curse inside of him.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Sukuna gives (y/n) what he believes to be an abundant amount of time to let their past settle in. He wants her to process it all properly. He wants her to come to her senses and realize that there were no ulterior motives in his reveal.

He still makes the occasional crude comment from Yuji’s cheek, but while they’re ever directed at her, she finds her posture straightening and her eyes trained on the skin where he’s materialized, always waiting for him to direct something her way. He doesn’t. He hardly even looks at her- when she’s looking, that is. While inside of his domain and perfectly hidden by Itadori Yuji, Sukuna spends as much of his time staring at her while he can. Some days, there’s an intensity so strong that Yuji finds himself not-so-subtly staring at her too. Sukuna doesn’t like this- if he had things his way then no one would lay there eyes on what was his- but letting Yuji sneak glances here and there was a small price to pay in order to make sure the pair remain close enough that Sukuna’s still able to have some sense of nearness to her.

Due to this silent period on his part, (y/n) decides against bringing Gojo’s attention to the situation. While she knows it hasn’t just disappeared, because she just knows that it will be brought up again, she hopes that enough time passes that she can learn to brush it off as nonsense spewed from a bored curse.

It nags at her, despite her best efforts, she never allows herself to forget it completely. It crosses her mind every day, if not every minute she spends with Yuji. The way he stood, the way he spoke, it would play on a loop in her mind until she was sure it would drive her to the point of madness. It very well could have, already.

And one night, she decides to take the reins into her own hands, and she approaches it first.

After watching a partial movie in the common room, Megumi had long gone to bed and Nobara had crashed on a makeshift pile of blankets on the floor, (y/n) feels an anxiousness settle over her when she hears Yuji begin to snore and he, too, was just as knocked out as the rest of her friends.

She debates on it for a moment, her eyes sliding between the flickering television and the resting boy sitting beside her on the couch. Her index finger taps at an unkept pace against her knee, and she lets as many minutes pass as she could, just to be sure Yuji truly was asleep.

Then she turned her head fully, eyes focused on that mark under his face where Sukuna’s eyes were peacefully shut. Not sure of the inner workings on how the whole vessel thing worked, her only choice was to take a shot in the dark and hope it worked.

“I was going to tell Gojo about what you said, you know”

Her whisper is so soft, her voice cracks and gives on certain syllables. Even if he could hear her from in there, she wonders if he could have heard something so silently spoken.

Slowly, the eye opens, and it blinks a few times before it slides towards her. She wonders if he sleeps in there, or if every introduction light when he leaves his domain requires an adjustment.

And then, Yuij’s stirs, and (y/n) freezes up, watching as he twitches before his eyes begin to blink awake, as well. Fear spikes in her chest at the thought of getting caught talking to the curse inside of him while he slept.

But when his eyes fully open and an array of markings begin to paint across his features, she realizes it’s not Yuji. It’s just his body. There’s a certain guilt that follows her relief from this. In no situation should she feel pleased to see Sukuna over Yuji.

“Am I supposed to be threatened by this?” He asks slowly, in a low tone of voice that she can’t decide the cause of. Was he trying to be considerate of the sleeping sorcerer on the ground? Or was he just trying to be as menacing and mysterious as always?

He doesn’t lift his head from where Yuji had been dozed off against the couch cushion, neck craned at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in for the entire night, but Sukuna’s not exactly looking out for the brat’s comfort. He could use a good crick in the neck or two.

“I don’t think there’s anything I could do to threaten you,” (y/n) replies honestly, the hush in her voice making her sound softer than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t need him thinking she’s warming up to being in his presence, after all. “But… would you kill me if I was?”

“What do you think?”

It comes out fast enough to be taken harshly, like he holds a disbelief in how idiotic she could be, but their conversation began with a whisper and it seems to be carried on that way. A lump forms in (y/n’s) throat as she holds eye contact with the darkened vermillion ones that stare back at hers.

The deep feeling she’d buried, the one that told her maybe she trusted him whether she liked it or not, sparked and caught light, burned just a little bit brighter, caused just enough smoke for her to give some of her attention to.

If he truly wanted to kill her, he had millions of chances to do so before now. So she concludes that his goal wasn’t to do so. Of course, this begs the question,

“What is it that you want, Sukuna?”

She’s much calmer than the last time they spoke, he notices. She’s nervous, but not tense, and not nearly as defensive. He’s not naive, he doesn’t mistake this for trust, but he is pleased in her change in attitude.

An idle smile curls on his lips as his fixed gaze softens with familiarity.

Just like every time before now, she always, eventually, came around to him. It was like her curiosity couldn’t keep her away, and her heart always won over her mind.

“I believe you already know the answer to that” He refrains from letting an old pet name fall from his tongue, a courtesy to her that he allows this once, just so she wouldn’t flee from her seat next to him.

She hums, letting the sort-of-answer sit on her mind for a moment. An unknown feeling gnaws at her- or at least, a feeling she doesn’t want to put a name to.

“Why?” The word ghosts off of her lips, and even with the worried knot between her brows her eyes stay set on his. ��Why does it have to be me?”

“You’re looking at it all wrong,” Sukuna muses, his lower set of eyes rolling just slightly before he can help it. “It doesn’t have to be you- it just is. It’s always been you, and it always will be”

“Because of the Binding Vow?” She questions, and he blinks at her, processing what she meant, before his brows furrow just a little bit, and he shakes his head.

“The only clause to our vow is that you will always be reborn,” His tongue runs over his teeth as he tries to bite back the amusement he feels when realization dawns on her. “Everything after that comes from your own free will, sweetheart”

“Don’t call me that” She snaps at him, but it’s a mumble, hardly audible, hardly threatening. Sukuna purses his lips.

“Like I said, you were the one who came up with the contract,” He huffs. “I would’ve never agreed to such a thing if you weren’t so persistent”

She perks up at that little comment, and suddenly turns in her seat, tucking her legs underneath her as she faces him. Sukuna’s barely moved at all, still slouched into the cushion in the position Yuji had fallen asleep in. His eyes follow her movements as she sets her elbow on the top of the furniture so she could prop her head in her hand. Her brows are drawn together again as she studies him.

“Then why tell me about it?” She blurts the question out.

“Because I’m the one burdened with the centuries of memories” He replies without missing a beat, voice dry and expression unreadable. He’s keeping it as neutral as possible, knowing her calculating eyes would see right through any sudden change, no matter how small.

“And you are?” She asks, and then in a softer voice, finishes the thought, “Burdened?”

Sukuna blinks, slowly, before letting his gaze wander the soft and curious look on her face. He fights the urge to smile at the loveliness of it all- the twitch in her nose, the small pout in her lip- he’s the King of Curses and there should be no force on this earth that weakens him the way her gentle gaze focused on him does. Even after all this time, she is his achilles heel, she is his greatest burden, and she is the only thing he could ever truly, completely, want.

“Yes,” His answer is quiet, and (y/n) lifts her head as she stares at him with her confusion. “There exists no stronger shackles a being could trap me with the way you have,”

Her face falls, and she’s silent for a long moment. With a dry throat and a mind too busy and overcrowded with thoughts, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say. But that gnawing feeling was starting to make her chest ache, and the pounding of her heart in her ribcage was relentless.

“There’s no greater curse I could bear”

She hates the way he says these things so casually, without a strain in his expression or voice. She wonders if it’s because he’s done it so many times that it’s lost it’s value. Perhaps to him, this was just a part of the burden that was her existence, explaining these things to her was simply a chore that needed to be completed. She swallows a few times to ease the dryness of her throat.

“Does it get old?”

Sukuna smiles. It should trouble her- he knows that it unsettles Yuji- but if she feels unease it’s not shown.

“A thousand years of anything gets old,” He sighs, rolling his head over the cushion to stare up at the blank ceiling. “And I’d hate to admit the things that never get old”

It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous and foolish and naive, but she smiles.

“What doesn’t get old?” She asks, her curiosity blending with a sick sense of delight as she wonders just how many sides of Sukuna there really are.

He angles his head towards her again, narrowing his gaze as his lips twisted into a small smirk. It felt like his technique had the ability to see right through her- she wondered if he was really strong enough to do that.

“Last time we spoke, you said you wouldn’t entertain this,” He reminds her. “What’s changed?”

“Nothing,” She murmurs back without a moment of hesitation.

It’s the truth, and she has no reason to falsify an answer for him. Just as he had no reason to be so forward about their past. Even if she hadn’t gathered much, this conversation was much different from their last, and she felt as though she would walk away with this one overwhelmed by all of this new information. Her trust in him is precarious, and could easily be destroyed by one wrong move, but right now, she can’t see what reason she has not to take him at his word. It’s not as if he’s asking for anything in return, it’s not as if she won’t return to her dorm for the night and likely not see or speak to him again for some time. So, she supposed, what was the harm in entertaining the idea just a little?

“Nothing at all” She finishes the thought softly, before turning her attention back to the forgotten movie still playing across the room. It was nearing the end, and she’d missed enough of it to barely understand what was happening on screen now, but she didn’t have any more questions for the King of Curses tonight, and he kept quiet as she watched the movie.

To her surprise, Sukuna did sit and watch the movie. She’s not sure how much of it he actually listened or paid attention to, but it was clear that he had not given Yuji his body back, and was still very much alert and in control.

(y/n) doesn’t return to her dorm room until she finally sees Yuji asleep next to her, his face bare of any markings, and the extra eyelids under his eyes closed just as peaceful as his own.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

In the meantime, (y/n) didn’t feel so anxious around Yuji anymore, which they were both grateful for. Yuji wasn’t sure why the sudden chance came about, but he certainly wouldn’t complain. He was just glad to have his friend acting her usual self again.

He had no idea of the few chats she’d shared with the curse he hosted. While Sukuna wasn’t necessarily hiding his interest in her, he wasn’t forthright with the brat either. He didn’t need the kid interfering with what he was building on here. It was slow moving like a trail of molasses but Sukuna was more patient than most people gave him credit for. He could let a lot of things go.

Not this, however.

All of Gojo’s students had been sent on a seemingly standard assignment. Odd, unexplainable disappearances had been happening in a clearing in the middle of the woods, enough so to alert jujutsu society and send a few sorcerers to the scene to investigate.

Upon arrival, there was an undeniable heaviness in the air. The field that the group of four found themselves in didn’t stretch for miles, but it was no small clearing. It was a strange place for a curse to settle in and lure non-sorcerers towards. Curses often tucked themselves into hidden spots, within abandoned buildings or deep in the thick brush of the woods. Not a clearing of grass and wild daisies.

The entire situation was odd, it didn’t sit right in anyone’s mind as they went their separate ways to scour the area for any insight on what was happening here. It didn’t take long for something to turn up.

A curse that had to have been a First Grade, with a large, sharp toothed grin and gouged out eyes, materialized in the clearing’s center, and as soon as it clocked this evening’s prey as jujutsu sorcerers, it seemed to go into a mad state. (y/n’s) not sure if it possesses great speed or the ability to teleport when it’s suddenly before her. All she’s able to do in that amount of time is lift her weapon into an offensive position, she’s not even given the time to drive it forward in an attack before suddenly, she’s no longer on the ground.

She comes to mid air, just before she hits the ground and rolls a few times before her senses kick in and her hands brace themselves against the ground. She can faintly hear her friends calling for her in their shock, but it’s distant. Her head is spinning too fast for her to lift it to see just how far the curse had thrown her.

A few coughs erupt from her throat before she even tells her body to do so, brought on by the hit to her chest once she’s lifted herself up enough to relieve the pressure from the ground. Her arms are trembling from the adrenaline and a few drops of blood splatter from her mouth, but once she’s sat up enough, she drags the sleeve of her uniform over her mouth to dry the blood, and she finally gets a good look at where she is.

She’s been thrown clear out of the field, and she considers herself lucky that her body hadn’t been halted by a tree, and instead tumbled to the ground. Being thrown directly into one of the large oaks she’s surrounded by could’ve been fatal if she’d hit it just right, or at the very least she could’ve broken her ankle. With a rushed assessment she decides nothing feels broken, and therefore she can grab her weapon and-

Her weapon is nowhere near her. She scrambles to her feet, her breaths heavy and irregular as she searches around the grass, looking for the large blade she’d had in her hands less than a minute ago.

It had only been a minute, right? She hadn’t blacked out, had she?

Realizing there was no use wasting her time looking for a weapon now, she pushes herself to break into a sprint back towards the clearing. Her friends are blurry images moving about, trying to attack the larger blurry images that fends off their attacks with little struggle. She concludes this when she begins to hear the yelps and grunts of her fellow sorcerers, and yet the curse doesn’t seem to struggle at all.

Just when her vision begins to clear and she’s preparing herself to rejoin the fight with only her cursed technique and her fists, she sees the curse grab Megumi by the leg, and soon after he’s getting thrown into the air just as she did. His name is torn from her raw throat in an instant- but Megumi is more prepared to be airborne than she was, drawing his hands together to summon Nue to catch him.

Relief is short lived, and soon Megumi finds himself instructing Nue to catch Nobara and Yuji when shortly after, they’re being thrown as well. Nue’s a quick shikigami, but it’s only strong enough to carry one person at a time before it’s energy starts to deplete, and the curse keeps at it’s movements, chuckling the three of them into the air before they can land an attack on them on their decline. Yuji tries, using Black Flash on his descent in the hopes of striking it where it hurts, but the curse manages to catch him in a tight fist before chucking him again.

(y/n’s) still keeping an eye out for her weapon when she grows nearer to the fight, seeing as no one else’s techniques have caused any real damage yet, her cursed tool of a sword could be quite handy right about now.

She was hoping that with it’s attention focused on the other three, she could attack it from behind, and drive it more towards the clearing again. With how much movement and tossing it had done, it had driven them all deeper into the woods, which made it harder to land attacks, but had been good coverage for (y/n) to sneak up in her approach.

To her disadvantage, she hadn’t expected there to be a pair of large eyes on the back of it’s head. In the dark of the night she hadn’t noticed them until they’d opened and landed on her instantaneously. It must’ve sensed her sneaking around behind it.

She’s quicker in her movements this time, dodging it’s large hand before it could grab onto her, but it outsmarts her and snatches her up in the other. A yelp sounds from her when it squeezes harder than the last time, her air supply cut off just as she’d tried to take in a large breath, making her sputter and cough as it raised her in the air again. A sense of dread and failure washes over her when she realizes it’s going to throw her again. Whatever this curse’s deal was, it had a thing for throwing it’s victims around to torture them.

And torture it was- as this time when she’s launched into the air, it’s a clear throw over the trees. It’s harder than before, and faster. The cool air cuts over her face in sharp streams, bringing tears to her eyes before she could comprehend what would come of her fall. She could brace herself, but as she gets a watery glance at what’s below, she knows that shielding her face would provide no comfort to her fall.

Just past the cluster of oak trees is a steep overhang. Rock and the roots of old trees jutting out some thirty feet to the ground.

This is why her fall felt so long. A sharp gasp escapes her, and when her inhale gets caught in her throat, she wonders if this is the last breath she’ll ever take.

When she shuts her eyes to protect them from the harsh wind, a wetness spreads down her cheeks. In a last ditch effort at self preservation, her arms brace over her face, and she buries herself into them, not wanting to see the last thing that would break her fall. Hopefully she wouldn’t feel it, either.

Her jaw clenched tightly as her heart began to race faster, expecting the crash to come soon.

The sensation isn’t as expected. There is no slam against stone or cold ground that knocks the wind out of her. Instead something’s wrapped around her middle, and out of worry that the curse had grabbed her in order to throw her again, she withdraws her head from her arms in a jolt.

It’s not the curse that’s caught her mid-fall.

It’s Sukuna.

With one arm wrapped around her back and the other around her shoulders, his large hand braces the back of her head to keep her tucked close. They’re still falling, but the sensation feels different like this. It’s almost as if he’s carrying her to the ground, his posture as natural as it would be if he were standing there now.

Wide, watery eyes blink up at him in astonishment when she fully registers what was happening.

“You’re alright, I’ve got you, sweetheart”

If it weren’t for the rawness in her throat, she might’ve scolded him for the pet name, but her voice was taken away from her as soon as she’d been heaved into the sky a second time.

She doesn’t even process the way she’s gripping onto him until he lands on the ground, holding her up just a moment longer before carefully setting her on her feet. Her hands are holding onto the sleeves of Yuji’s uniform in fists so tight her knuckles are white, and her hands are trembling.

The others are nowhere in sight, or at least, she can’t see them right now. Her mind is so shaken up she doesn’t actually look. Her eyes don’t tear away from the stunning red of Sukuna’s once. She doesn’t even blink- hence the continued downpour of tears. From the wind and her acceptance of a brutal death, her emotions were slowly catching up to reality.

Her chest is heaving but there’s no relief in feeling like she’s caught her breath. Her heart is pounding so hard that it makes her ribs ache, but that very well could be the bruising from her previous fall setting in. Her mouth moves but it takes a few tries for any real words to come out, and when her voice does come back to her, she doesn’t say much.

“S- Sukuna-”

He silences her before she could even try to say something else. Prying her hands off of his arms and placing them at her sides, even though there’s still tremors in her muscles.

“I only have a minute,” He tells her, in a gravely serious tone that she’s never heard from him before. She blinks her wide eyes, leftover tears getting stuck on her lashes. “It’s been handled”

He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t get the chance to before his posture begins to weaken, followed by his eyelids twitching and the marks beginning to fade away.

Gasping, (y/n) surges forward, grabbing Yuji by the shoulders before he could stumble and fall. His eyes roll and blink a few times before he feels in control of his body again. Soon after his posture straightens, and then it’s Yuji who’s looking worriedly down at (y/n).

She’s close, very close. Her hands are gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. He can feel her panting against his chin as her worried eyes scan over his features.

Yuji’s disoriented, like maybe he’s just woken up from a dream, or maybe he’s just woken up inside of a dream, and he’s not exactly sure how to voice this concern. She makes it harder on him when one of her hands leaves his shoulder in order to reach for his cheek.

It’s so affectionate, the way she reaches for his face and presses her palm against it, that Yuji finds his skin heating up and a blush appearing over his cheeks before he could will himself not to. She’s never behaved this way with him before. He could only recall casual touches that occurred during training, or maybe a brush of her fingers when she handed him something, but nothing as intentional as this.

And she’s certainly never looked at him like that either. He can’t place his finger on it, but it makes his stomach churn to meet her eyes.

“Uh, (y/n)?” He mumbles out her name, and he finds himself doing a quick sweep of her, assessing her for a major injury. But she’s standing just fine, and he can’t see any blood. This had to be a head injury, right?

He asks himself that question once more then the pad of her thumb brushes under his eye. She faintly traces the incision of the closed eyelid just below his eyelashes. Yuji holds his breath, but he’s not sure who he’s doing it for. (y/n), whose eyes are glossing over as she’s gazing at the wrong eyes, which remained closed, or Sukuna, who Yuji was sure she was trying to reach to now.

And then she leans even closer, and the breath he’d been holding is forced out of him from the closing distance between them. Her hands remain where they are, on his shoulder with an iron grip and against his cheek with the gentleness of a butterfly landing there.

On instinct Yuji finds his eyes darting down to her lips, but he’s positive she’s not going to kiss him- right? She wouldn’t do such a thing on a whim, not like this, not now when they’ve barely completed their assignment. Not to mention their friends aren’t too far away- where are Nobara and Megumi anyways? Yuji’s thoughts are racing as fast as his heart as he struggles to figure out what to do as she grows nearer.

Before he has to come up with a decision, (y/n) stops, and Yuji swallows the lump in his throat out of relief that she wasn’t leaning in to kiss him. The ride home would have been so awkward.

“Thank you” She breathes out the words, her thumb stroking over the spot on his cheek one more time before she finally drops her hand, and she pulls away from Yuji completely.

He blinks at her in disbelief, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down, which it does the further she steps away.

“What happened?” He asks, louder than he means to, but when he finally collects his thoughts and processes what just happened, he can’t help but blurt out the question.

The pair begin to make their way back to the clearing, both realizing that the First Grade curse was gone, clearly exorcized with the amount of purple goo coating the surrounding plants and trees. They don’t discuss it right away, but they both have an inkling on how it was taken care of.

“Sukuna saved my life”

Yuji wants to ask more questions, but when he turns towards her to do so, he can tell that she’s not ready to talk about it. Her features had hardened, and she didn’t meet his eyes as they walked.

He knows he’s put off this conversation one too many times already… but once again he finds himself biting his tongue as they catch up with their other friends.

Something tells him that he’ll have to bring it up soon, though. Because the King of Curses wouldn’t save just anyone’s life twice- much less a sorcerer. And he has a gut feeling that (y/n) knows more than she’s letting on.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

This time, it’s only a few days since the last assignment when (y/n) crosses paths with Sukuna again. Well, this time around, he came to her.

She’s just slid her bookmark between the pages she’d decided to pause on tonight when there’s a knock at her door. With a quiet huff- she was just about to go to sleep after all- but before she can call for her visitor to come in, the door slides open and he’s inviting himself right on.

“Yu-! Sukuna?”

The initial scolding tone she takes drops as soon as she realizes he’s not who she thought. Her voice softens around his name in a way that it shouldn’t, but that she can’t help. She sits up a little further in her bed, brows furrowing as he slides the door shut behind him.

“You can’t just walk in here”

“I knocked”

“Okay well… well you have to wait for me to actually invite you in” She mumbles out, only to be met with a scoff and a humorless chuckle. But when her frown deepens, he sighs.

“Fine, I’ll knock for longer next time” He grunts, before he begins to wander around her room. He glances over the few things littered on her desk- a picture frame of her and her friends, an open and neglected textbook, a pair of bracelets she’d forgotten to put away- he almost forgets why he’d come in to begin with.

“Um… did you need something?” (y/n) asks after a minute of him wandering around and eyeing all of her things.

“You’re freaking out the brat,” Sukuna says casually, picking up a little porcelain cat on her shelf. His eyes narrow as he turns the small thing around in his hands, as if trying to decipher it’s purpose. “He won’t stop asking about you now”

“What?” (y/n) pushes the covers off her lap, moving to the end of the bed to sit a little closer to him. It doesn’t matter if she’s quiet, it’s only the two of them in the room, but she feels a sudden need to lower her voice anyways. “What do you mean he’s freaking out?”

He turns to her then, the figurine still in his hands. The tiniest of smiles purses on her lips at how silly a tiny cat looks in his large and tattooed hands. Despite how easily he could crush it to dust, his hold on it is gentle.

“I just thought that you should be aware, you know, that eventually you’ll have to decide if you want to explain yourself to your friends or not”

Her stomach twists and turns into dozens of little knots. The King of Curses was stopping by her room late into the night just for this? She shouldn’t be surprised, because she knew his motives, but still, she blinked at him with wide eyes.

“You haven’t…?” The question trails off as she shakes her head at him, unsure of how to word it just right.

“I don’t like the idea of the brat knowing all of my business,” Sukuna hums, finally setting the cat back down on her shelf. “You’ve always had a knack for collecting useless things” He comments, and the words are harsh but his tone is nothing but amused.

“So… you think I should talk to Yuji?” She asks, and Sukuna lets his shoulders rise and fall in disinterest.

“If that’s what you want” He says, but it doesn’t feel considerate. (y/n) frowns.

“Don’t you think he’ll be… upset?”

“With you?”

She nods.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, the brat would only worry about you. Seeing as he despises me, and all”

“You don’t exactly make it easy to feel otherwise” (y/n) mumbles, and her words hang in the air for a few long moments. She’s not sure if she means the insinuation behind them or if it’s just a coincidence, but she doesn’t try to backtrack to explain herself.

“Yes, well, he certainly cares more for you than he does for me. Too much so. Some boundaries might do you some good, you know”

“Boundaries?”

“Yes, boundaries. He almost kissed you”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head before her brows furrow and she scoffs in disbelief.

“What? What are you even talking about?”

Sukuna tucks his hands into his pockets, looking all the more out of place in her room at this hour.

“During your little gratitude session on your last assignment,” He says, his lips curling into a deep frown. “You got a bit too close and his brat-mind went a bit haywire. You don’t need to be so affectionate with him, you know. A plain thank you would have sufficed-”

“I wasn’t being affectionate with him,” She snaps back, and Sukuna raises a brow at the display. “I was thanking you, asshole. You pretty much saved my life?” She says it like she’s trying to jog his memory. “I wasn’t trying to make a move on Yuji, and I’m sure he knew that too. I don’t control his thoughts, he can think whatever he wants, doesn’t mean it’s happening”

Sukuna steps closer to where she sat before bending down to match her height. She’s still frowning, clearly annoyed with this interaction, but she had yet to ask him to leave, and he has a feeling she won’t.

“So if the brat had plucked up the nerve to make a move, you would’ve pushed him away?” He asks, and he’s smirking, almost as if he wants her to say otherwise. Her eyes narrow, not understanding what his mind games were getting at this time.

“Politely, yes,” She answers, shaking her head at him. “Why does this matter? Last I checked, in this lifetime, I’m not some cowering wife for you to boss around”

Sukuna laughs at that, genuinely laughs. He stands back up to his full height and throws his head back and cackles so loud that (y/n) can only pray Nobara doesn’t wake up from next door. She might not need to whisper to speak with him, but the walls weren’t exactly soundproof either.

“Sweetheart, you’ve never been a cowering wife,” He tells her once his laughter died down. “A wife, perhaps, but never some submissive weak minded mortal” He adds.

“So we have been married?”

She asks him with such peculiarity, and it makes him chuckle again. She sounds as though this has been the strangest thing he’s revealed thus far, and he can’t help but find humor in it.

“We have” He answers.

(y/n) shifts her position, pulling her legs towards her chest and staring up at him expectantly, waiting for a continuation that wouldn’t come. Sukuna merely stares at her with mild confusion.

“Well?” She asks, tilting her head forward. “Did we get married every time?”

He smirks.

“I’ve told you that you created a Binding Vow in order to be with me across centuries of eras. In the grand scheme of things, don’t you think marriage is a little… bleak?”

(y/n) shrugs a shoulder, resting her arms atop her knees as she gazes back at him curiously.

“It’s bleak in this lifetime,” She murmurs back. “Not to me, at least”

Sukuna hums, before shaking his head.

“You never change”

“Do I really?” She presses again. “For the last… thousand years… am I really the same?”

Sukuna ponders for a moment. This was a common question of hers, and each time, he struggled to answer it.

“You really want to know?”

She doesn’t say anything, but she pats her hand against the space on the bed next to her. Sukuna’s gaze shifts to it momentarily, before looking back at her. After a moment, he takes a seat.

“You are almost completely the same in every lifetime I’ve found you in,” He explains. “You’re always stubborn, you never make it easy. But you always… come around,” He turns to her. “Like now”

“You think I’m coming around?” She asks, a skeptical look in her eye that makes him smirk. He leans forward as though the next part he shares is a grave secret.

“You never want to admit it, but you always have a soft spot for me”

(y/n) raises a brow back at him in defiance.

“I think you’ve got that turned around,” She murmurs. “I think the King of Curses has a soft spot for me. And I think he’s making it everyone’s problem”

He chuckles quietly, his gaze sweeping over the gentle features of her face.

“I think the feelings you have for me in every beginning come from your soul’s memory,” He tells her, raising a hand, and gently pressing the pad of his thumb against the center of her forehead. The sudden touch makes her freeze at first, but eventually she relaxes as the rest of his fingers lay in her hair. “I haven’t quite figured it out yet, I don’t know how it is that you’re never able to keep your memories,” He tilts his head as he ponders it for a moment, his eyes focused on where he’s touched her head. “But I think deep down, you know that you trust me”

(y/n) doesn’t have a witty comeback for that one. She’s still reeling from the warmth of his touch, and the weight of his words. But she feels obligated to say something when his gaze met hers again.

“I never said I believed you in all this, you know” She whispers weakly.

“You don’t believe me?” He murmurs back at her, his voice a low rumble as his hand starts to fall from her head. He doesn’t remove his touch, he lets the back of his finger trace along her temple, before slowly moving down her jaw. Sukuna doesn’t seem displeased in her words. If anything, he seems intrigued by them. “You know, you almost look the same in every life, too”

“I do?” She asks, just as his fingers fall still against her cheek.

Sukuna hums, and nods his head.

“The last I saw you, your hair was different,” He tells her. “It was longer, to about… here,” With his free hand, he gently touches her waist, and the way she tenses doesn’t go unnoticed. “You would wear it in all sorts of different styles. Pretty braids and… whatever our servants would desire to do that day,” Her eyes widen at his use of the word servants, but Sukuna glides over it. “But that was a few hundred years ago, of course. It would all be outdated now,” He drops his hand from her waist, but the other remains against her cheek, his touch ghosting over it. “Not that it wouldn’t still be exquisite”

Her eyes shift between his, trying to decipher the emotion they hold. She can’t tell if he’s amused or sorrowful. Was he disappointed that she couldn’t remember?

“This is why I’m the one who doesn’t believe you” He murmurs after a few beats pass.

(y/n’s) brows draw together just slightly, just enough to pinch the skin between them.

“What do you mean?” She asks, her voice betraying her as it shakes just a little.

“Because you look at me like that” He says, nodding at her slightly.

(y/n) blinks, doe eyes resembling the glass of the porcelain cat he’d just been mocking. Her lips are parted, formed in the smallest of pouts as she gazes up at him, that look unrelenting.

She tilts forward, her gaze flickering over his face leisurely, mapping out the black markings, and all the small details that make him so different from Yuji. The way he insists on pushing the bangs out of his face, the broader jaw, the sharper canine that she only notices when he laughs or smiles- which is quite rare. She’s admiring him so openly that Sukuna’s not sure what to do under such heavy surveillance, so he just sits there and allows her to stare.

But eventually, she sighs, and drops her legs from her chest before she crawls across her bed, moving to get under the covers again. Sukuna remains in his spot at the end, watching her without an expression as she settles into her pillow.

“Does it disturb Yuji’s rest when you take over like this?” She asks quietly as she presses her cheek into the soft comfort of her pillow.

No, the brat’s completely dozed off, that’s why he could take over like this. It’s what he wants to say, but he doesn’t.

“I’ll be sure it doesn’t” He says as he stands, and walks around the bed, facing the side she’s just moved to. He crouches down to meet her eye level again, and (y/n) moves a little closer to the edge towards him.

“Okay, good,” She whispers.

She blames her exhaustion when she reaches out to him, the tips of her fingers barely prodding at the dark ink that follows the sharp curve of his jaw. Her eyes follow it as she traces it down to his chin, almost painfully slow. It takes every ounce of restraint for him not to lean into the touch.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do, Sukuna,” She murmurs, her fingers lingering on his chin, her eyes slowly meeting his. “I… I can’t…”

She can’t even say the words. She hardly wants to be thinking about them. But Sukuna knows her better than anyone who’s ever walked this earth, and he nods back at her in understanding before she could try to finish the thought.

“I’ve never expected anything of you,” He murmurs, before reaching up to pull her hand from his face, gently closing his fingers around her own as he moves it away. “You have been the greatest love of my life whether you’re able to remember or not,” He tells her, and she listens to him with her full attention. “And whether you believe me or not, you still will be,”

There’s the smallest of squeezes to her hand with his words, and a lump begins to build up in her throat.

“You can ask more questions another time, alright? You should get some sleep, sweetheart”

She gives him a faint nod, her eyes already feeling too heavy to keep open when she feels her blanket being dragged over her shoulders. Distantly, her mind registers that the King of Curses is tucking her into bed, but she’s too tired now to comment on it.

There’s another squeeze to her fingers, followed by a hesitation, and then the soft, unmistakable pair to two lips pressing against her knuckles. It’s not a lingering kiss, and it’s featherlight, over as soon as it began, and again, (y/n) keeps her eyes shut and doesn’t say anything.

Sukuna lays her hand down against her blanket with the gentleness of maneuvering a newborn. She hears him walking away towards her door.

“Goodnight, Sukuna”

It’s the softest call, but it’s enough to make him pause at the door and glance back at her. She still can’t look at him- she’s afraid she’ll burst into tears if she does, although she can’t quite explain the heavy emotion that’s bringing the tears to her eyes to begin with.

“Goodnight, my love”

It’s murmured so quickly before he’s hastily exiting her room that she could’ve missed it altogether, but she doesn’t. Her hand curls into her sheets as she pulls it close to her chest as she lets tonight’s conversation sink into her mind.

The truth was, she did trust him. She did believe him. And she was pretty sure this was the case for the entire time she’s known him. She’s pretty sure this was unavoidable.

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Everything’s blurry when she first comes to.

And everything hurts.

She tries to move, but it only results in a strangled whine being pulled from her throat as soon as she tries.

She’s on the ground. It’s covered in rubble. There’s glass pricking her arms- or maybe the gravel was just that sharp. There’s a warmth pooling under the side she’s laying on. Likely blood.

Another groan when she at least tries to get on her back in order to assess the bleeding wound on her left side, but just as she’s about to roll her body weight, she catches something in her vision.

Yuji?

He’s slumped over against a wall, and he looks no better than she feels. Covered in bruises and blood that may or may not be his own- whatever went down was ugly.

She blinks a few times to focus her vision a little better. She tries to call for him but her throat is raw and all that comes out is another whine. Either way, he’s clearly passed out and wouldn’t have responded. The fight must’ve taken everything out of him.

Oh, the fight, it slowly starts coming back to her in flashing images. That Blood Manipulation Guy. He was rough. She’s not sure how they got out of it alive- she’s not sure how they got to this point at all. Her mind’s still foggy and the only thing that’s easy to focus on is the shooting pains in her body.

That is, until there’s the sound of clicking heels and hushed, feminine voices. (y/n) hadn’t even realized her eyes had slipped shut again until those two appeared, and she peeks her eyes open to see two girls whispering between themselves as they crouch before Yuji’s body.

They look harmless enough, no older than her, and not to mention they look anxious. So nothing about her blurry assumptions about them triggered any warning flags.

That was, until they pulled out a bag of fingers. Unmistakable fingers.

She needs to get up now and she knows it. She pleads with her body to move, wishing the throbbing hot pain in her left leg would disappear just long enough for her to get to Yuji, to stop these girls from what they’re about to do.

It’s unclear how much time lapses before she notices a third figure at Yuji’s body. A curse. And he seems to have a few fingers of his own, too.

No, her voice cries, but it’s only in her head. You can’t do that.

She’s never felt so weak, her fingers barely twitching against the concrete when she’s trying to tell her body to get up. She’s sure that means none of the rest of her limbs are moving. She’s trapped there.

Her heart is pounding, her breaths are labored, dread consumes her so completely she’d throw up if there was anything left in her stomach.

It’s tough to count just how many fingers are shoved down Yuji’s throat before the curse is clamping his large hand over his mouth and forcing his head back in order to make the unconscious boy swallow every last one. With tears in her eyes she knows it’s more than what’s safe, and there’s a turmoil in her gut as she doesn’t know how to feel about what comes next.

With her heart pounding in her ears she can’t tell what exactly the fighting amongst the curse users and the curse himself was about, but suddenly only the cycloptic curse remains standing over Yuji’s body. He’s grunting and growling, still pushing the boy’s head back. (y/n) wonders if he’s swallowed all those fingers by now.

These three were idiots. But they were idiots stronger than her, and even if she’d had the strength to stop them, it would’ve been futile.

However, now, they hardly made her list of things to be afraid of in Shibuya.

The blood that’s pooled under Yuji’s body startles her- when did that get there? But after blinking a few times to clear her sight and focus just a fraction of a bit better, she realizes it’s not human blood at all, but that awful purple essence that leaves a stench behind.

“I’ll give you one second,” Comes the familiar voice that doesn’t belong to the body it erupts from. “Move”

In a flash, the small crowd around him is a good ten feet back. (y/n) could almost laugh if her throat wasn’t bloodied raw. They chose to wake him up with all those fingers, and now they’re visibly afraid of what they summoned themselves? They truly had no idea what they were in for now.

It only takes one glance towards her before Sukuna’s suddenly before her beaten form, crouching down to assess the damages.

“Now, which one of these insolent freaks did this to you?” He asks, tilting his head as his Reverse Cursed Technique took effect over her wounds with haste. “I’ll start there”

“N-none of them,” She stammers out, even though it’s the truth.

For the first time, she considers that she should be afraid of Sukuna. The other three are still trembling even from their distance, barely letting themselves breathe in his presence.

All she’s ever felt towards Sukuna is irritation, perhaps mild vexation, but mostly he just confused her. But now, she can feel the abundant amount of cursed energy wafting off of him, and despite his history in sparing her life and taking an interest in her, she briefly wonders if this is the moment he changes his mind.

The thought passes in a matter of seconds, when a pair of hands are gently aiding her in sitting upright. Even with his technique healing her wounds, there are still aches and pains that make her wince. Shards of glass falling from her skin as the healing tissue forces them out, bruises that still sting when she moves too quickly before their nasty colors disappear completely.

And Sukuna regards her with an expression she’s never seen before, but it makes her heart lurch in her chest. It’s concern. His brows are knotted, and his eyes are scanning over her repeatedly to make sure no injury was left on her body. This was followed by sizable hands mapping over her carefully just to double check.

She should be afraid, but she’s not.

In fact, as soon as those vermillion eyes return to hers, all she can feel is relief.

And she doesn’t think twice before she’s darting forward on achy knees, her arms wrapping around his neck and the rest of her body colliding into his so harsh it knocks the wind out of her for a moment, but she doesn’t mind panting to catch her breath again. She embraces Sukuna as tightly as she can, as though he’s the only savior she’s ever known, an angel painted in pure white rather than the corrupted being he truly was.

Sukuna has half a mind to grab her by the neck and remove her from him with a snarl about how her injuries were still healing, but instead he wraps an arm around her, his hand smoothing over the tattered back of her uniform.

She could only imagine what the three at the end of the corridor were thinking, watching the King of Curses embrace such a weak sorcerer.

“You understand now, don’t you sweetheart?” He asks her quietly, and she manages a small nod against his chest, before her hands tighten into fists at the red hood that lies between his shoulder blades. “It’s been a rough night, hasn’t it?” He muses, and when (y/n) doesn’t give him a response this time, he uses his free hand to pry her face away from his shirt, hooking her chin under his finger so that she’d meet his eyes.

Rough night didn’t even begin to cover what she’d been put through, what was she supposed to say?

“It’s alright now, my love, I’m here,”

Those words from him shouldn’t bring her the amount of comfort that they do. The tears in her eyes begin to drip down her cheeks. Sukuna’s smiling as he brushes them away, and despite her better judgment, she leans into the touch, seeking out even more comfort. He chuckles at the sight, but humors her as he cups the side of her face in his palm, cradling her head with the gentleness of holding a flower by it’s petals.

She won’t admit it, not now anyways, but she knows deep down that there is no force on this earth greater than the swell of love in her chest right now. It’s something she’s not sure should ever be voiced, but she has a feeling that Sukuna will find a way to draw it out of her anyways. Just as he’s made her trust him, just as he’s made her confide in him, he’s bound to find a way into drawing the confession out of her as well.

Perhaps it’s her own fault, too. Hiding the way a part of her believed everything he’s ever said to her, hiding the way it made her feel to know that she was so loved by a force so strong and unstoppable that he’d scour the earth after every lifetime in order to find her again.

I think the feelings you have for me in every beginning come from your soul’s memory, he’d said. But I think deep down, you know that you trust me.

She stares at him now knowing all of this to be true, and Sukuna can almost see every thought in her dilated eyes, swallowed nearly whole by dark pupils as she clings to him now.

With a brush of his lips to the crown of her head, he makes her a promise that she’ll live through this horrid night yet.

She still holds onto him when he stands, and he lifts her up with ease, cradling her to his chest like she was merely a small and frightened child. The only unease she felt now was knowing what fates were in store for the three at the end of the hall, who Sukuna had set his sights on first.

“Now, let’s take this one on together, sweetheart, shall we?”

Her own fate was still unknown to her, but sealed in place long ago.

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[ cause i love to love to love to love you // i hate to hate to hate to hate you ]

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xoxo ~ jordie

a/n: thinkin about writing a snippet of their past live(s) or something. i wanted to add something like that to this fic but i wanted the reader to feel unsure if they really could trust him soooo it went a diff route. idk don't hold me to it. i'm just a girl.

#this was so fucking beautiful #sukuna x reader #jjk #fic recs❗️#and i don’t even simp for sukuna 😭😭

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