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nice-meanie · 3 months ago

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Geto Suguru - Poison

Synopsis: you officially started a relationship with Suguru a few weeks ago, but he always doges your attempts at kissing him, so you decided to get to the bottom of his weird behaviour

Wordcount: 3.5k

Content: Geto Suguru x reader, newly established relationship, smoking (Suguru and reader), fluff, angst? very little, comfort mostly

A/n: English isn’t my first language soooo be nice T-T

The water reflected the sun, making the rays dance on the ripples of the shallow river. Your bare feet were being cooled while you were watching the creatures, running your hand through the water to make them move around. Suguru was sitting on a beach towel behind you, the fingertips of his right hand barely brushing the grass next to the towel, watching you get excited over the freshwater animals. You stood up straight turning around to face your boyfriend making the water swoosh under your feet. Sugurus's gaze met yours, the features on his face softening seeing you all excited about the beautiful nature.

His heart fluttered. You got together a few weeks ago and you still melted Suguru’s heart with your smile. He desperately wanted to keep this forever, to never let you slip away.

His eyes settled on the water reflecting the trees, grass and sky making the colours mix while you walked over to plop yourself next to him on the towel letting your gaze fall where his was appreciating the peace and resting your head on his shoulder. For just a moment Suguru tensed under the sudden touch before doing his best to relax, feeling the thump of his beating heart in his ears now. He sneaked a look at you, drifting his eyes over your face. Your hair tickled his neck comfortably, your eyes sparkled in the sun. A smile crept on his face and a little blush. His hand moved towards yours. His heartbeat picked up in speed. His pillowy soft fingers tickle your hand with a soft brush letting his hand rest on yours and just loosely intertwining your fingers.

Of course, you had noticed him looking at you, but you didn’t want to disturb the moment knowing he’d look away the moment you made it apparent that you knew his eyes were on you. You wanted to feel his gaze for just a while longer. It made you a bit embarrassed to see him stare at you from the corner of your eye, but it also made you feel so loved. You wanted to keep this tender moment forever. Neither of you were talking, just basking in the peace and comfortable silence, something that both of you didn’t get enough of in your day-to-day lives. But feeling his hand settle on yours broke the camel's back and you couldn’t stop your head from turning to look at him, just like you couldn’t stop the pink that tinted your cheeks.

Just like you expected his eyes swiftly looked back to the river trying to hide the fact that he was staring at you just moments ago.

“Suguruuuuuuu… stop pretending like you weren’t staring”

Your voice sounded almost winy with a touch of amusement. You loved teasing him.

His gaze stayed glued to the dancing water. A smirk sneaked up his sharp features and his eyes narrowed.

“Awww, what you wanted me to stare a while longer?”

While Sugurus's heart thumped from being caught, he couldn’t help but want to tease you back. He Snapped his head back towards you looking into your eyes. The smug smirk still plastered across his face.

You started to get lost in his dark eyes. They reminded you of dark chocolate, making you forget about your previous banter and feeling your heart speed up from his intense stare. He saw the way your facial expression softened and so did his. Softly your thumb brushed comforting circles on his hand intensifying the intimacy of the moment. Your eyes fell to his lips which now curled up in a soft smile, the soft smile you fell in love with, the kind spirit he was behind all his teasing and bickering with Satoru.

His lips look so soft

You wanted to kiss him so badly it almost ached in your heart. Without even realizing it you started to close the distance between you two. Almost instantly Sugurus's expression shifted. His body tensed up. You felt it in his stiffening hand. Looking up to his eyes again it was hard to make out his expression.

fear

Like a deer in the headlights. His hand swiftly moved away from yours and he placed his elbow on his leg. His hand lazily dangling in the air. He desperately tried to conceal his discomfort and the awkwardness of his rejection of your move.

“Hey, it's getting late. We should probably head home.”

“Oh, ye you’re right… the sun is starting to set”

“Wanna stay over at my place tonight? I mean I do live closer, you’ll probably fall asleep in the car if I drive you back home”

His teasing and the pained chuckle he breathed out was an attempt at hiding the slight tension in the air. Nonetheless being invited over to his place, still gave you a warm feeling in your stomach, but not without the sting of being rejected… once again.

“Ye I’d love to!”

While packing up, putting your shoes back on and walking to Sugurus car you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. The first time he avoided your kiss you thought it was a coincidence, maybe he read the room wrong. The second time you thought he needed more time or perhaps more privacy, somewhere without other people around since he never seemed big on PDA. But now again? You two were completely alone, engulfed in nature, with no one in sight, you were looking deep into each other's eyes so there was no way he read the room wrong and was concerned about the time. His avoidance made no sense to you. You have cuddled before, he has held you close and kissed your neck, but he was so terrified of kissing your lips.

As if he was scared he’d poison you.

“Here passenger princess, be my DJ”

His voice pulled you out of your deep thoughts. You looked around confused. You hadn’t even noticed that you were already in the car. Suguru reached his phone out to you which was connected to his car. He was looking at you waiting to take his phone.

“Ah right, ye of course”

Your voice sounded a bit distant, still trying to take in the situation as you took his phone out of his hand.

“You ok? You seem in veeryyy deep thought. Hopefully about me”

“Of course, I’m good”

Sheesh, that distance in your voice stung a little. He noticed how deep in thought you were and despite being used to you sounding a bit aloof especially when someone asked you if you were ok, this time you sounded especially distant. Suguru figured it was from before, but felt too uncomfortable to bring it up. You swiped through his music crafting a queue with all of your favorite songs. While driving back home the air in the car was getting thicker, you were still deep in thought and left Suguru to fend for himself in the awkward silence. Finally, he pulled up to his place.

It was now dark and cool outside making you shiver when stepping out of the car. A strong reassuring arm wrapped around your trembling body. Suguru stroked your upper arm in an attempt to warm you up.

“Let’s get to the apartment before you freeze to death”

“I’ve already frozen to death! Let’s get to your apartment before I become a full-blown ice block!”

He laughed a bit at your whiny remark.

In his apartment, Suguru threw his keys on the kitchen counter after kicking his shoes off and headed straight for the kettle to boil some water for tea. You joined him after shedding your shoes as well and hugged him from behind. This time you were careful, more than usual, with your touch and affection, scared he might shy away once again. He leaned into your touch, his weight shifting further to his heels, to feel your entire body against his. He hummed in delight with one hand sneaking to yours around his midsection while the other was setting the full kettle down to boil the water.

“Hey, Suguru?”

“Hm?”

Your voice sounded concerned? Sad? He couldn’t make it out, but he knew what you were going to bring up. He was dreading this moment and nervousness seeped into his heart, but on the outside, he kept full composure.

“Have you… Have you been avoiding kissing me?”

Suddenly the tension was back. Suguru looked down at the counter where his hands gripped the edge keeping him grounded. Yet he didn’t speak so you took further initiative. You were determined to get to the bottom of this.

“I just noticed that you’ve been avoiding all my attempts at kissing you and I thought you might’ve needed more privacy for our first kiss or you were bad at reading the room, but all of that doesn’t feel right. I feel like there is something you aren’t telling me…”

You looked at his avoidant eyes. They were still glued to the counter, but his expression was now conflicted. Part of him wanted to keep up his tough front. Face contorting with a mix of emotions. He was so deeply afraid and embarrassed. Desperately trying to avoid this topic and to be vulnerable, but right now you left no room for his avoidance. He knew you wouldn’t back down and that’s why he fell for you. You stand your ground, you get to the bottom of things, you don’t let problems just hang in the air unspoken or swept under the rug and without even knowing it you’ve become Suguru’s most important anchor and source of comfort. Something he didn’t want to admit, but you were breaking his walls down in the most gentle way possible.

Your hand snaked up to cup his cheek and turn his head towards you. You placed your forehead on his, a very comforting and grounding touch. You weren’t here to judge, to pry or to force him into anything, you just wanted to understand and he needed to know that. He needed to know that he was safe to be vulnerable with you.

“Baby you can talk to me. I’m not here to rush you or force you to kiss me. I just want to understand what’s going on with you. I want to be here for you and help you”

Sigh

“Alright, let’s just sit on the balcony”

He moved slowly determined to finish making tea. Uncomfortably shifting on his feet, taking his time to pick out the flavour, pouring the scolding water slowly into the cups. It was evident that he was doing anything to delay this conversation as much as possible. You noticed this of course. It didn’t annoy you, the last thing you wanted was to rush him while he was distressed, but you couldn’t help but worry.

He was finally done. The two mugs full of tea in hand, he turned around to face you for the first time since you got home. He looked you in the eyes and nodded his head towards the balcony door, signalling to both of you to go over there. At face value, his expression looked stern, calm and collected, but you looked right through that. Despite how hard he tried you saw the faint turmoil in his eyes, the embarrassment, guilt and shame. Seeing all those emotions in his eyes made you all the more desperate to figure out what was wrong.

You grabbed an oversized hoodie that belonged to Suguru on the way to the balcony. He always kept it on the couch for when you’d come over and chill outside with him. Both of you lighting up a cigarette and letting the view of the Tokyo city lights and melancholy music set the perfect vibes for a midnight balcony date. You quickly noticed that Suguru only smoked outside and never in his apartment making him kind of bond with the small outdoor space that floated high in the air. It became his safe space. One of the little places that was only meant for relaxation and when he needed comfort, the balcony was where you’d find him.

He clung to the comfort of the space hoping it would make this conversation at least a little easier. Suguru fumbled with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The one he pulled out was placed to hang lazily between his lips while he tilted the open pack to you and looked you in the eyes.

“Want one?”

“Sure”

Your voice was soft. It was hard to look into Suguru’s eyes, seeing the desperation to delay this talk. While he offered you a cigarette his look was pleading. Pleading with you to let this go, but you didn’t let that persuade you. After lighting his and your smoke Suguru leaned lazily back on the small balcony couch that barely fit the two of you.

“Suguru…”

Your hand snaked to his interlocking just your pinkies. Suguru looked up, his tired eyes fixated on the city lights. With a heavy sigh, he blew out the smoke in his lungs and his lips parted just barely to start speaking. His heart was racing and aching scared of your reaction, but you got him cornered. He had no other chance than to tell you, to speak with you about this deeply embarrassing fear.

“Look y/n. I can’t kiss you…”

“But why?”

His words were almost cut off by a sharp chuckle. The kind of painful laugh that he’d let out when he was in distress, knowing exactly that if he didn’t laugh about his desperation he’d have to cry. The sharp words hit you straight in the chest, you didn’t know why, but his insult to himself cut you deeper than any insult you’ve ever had thrown at you.

“What?! You’re not disgusting! Why would you think tha-?”

“Y/n I consume shit and vomit on the daily. Do you understand how disgusting curses are?! And I have to eat them! Why else do you think I eat so many sweats just to mask that fucking taste”

He now looked you straight in the eyes and the bite and anger in his voice thickened the air further.

“Suguru, I promise you, you are not disgusting to me and you never will be. I know you don’t taste-“

“Ye you know, but you don’t know. I can’t let that happen, I can’t lose you to that disgusting taste lingering in the back of my throat. I can’t have you be disgusted by me, not you”

His stare into your eyes was intense. A mix of sadness and anger swirled in his dark eyes before looking away and taking another hit of his cigarette.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know if I will be able to taste it or be disgusted”

“Y/n don’t you understand… I simply can’t risk that”

His sharp voice was a stark contrast to your soft comforting tone. The accusations made your heart burn, you desperately wanted to shout at him how much you loved him and that nothing could stir you away from him, but you knew that would just create distance between you two. So just like all the time he has comforted you, you opted for a calming and comforting tone. You were the calm to his storm.

“Suguru…”

Your soft voice cut through the tension in Suguru’s chest. You took his hand in yours drawing comforting circles on it. You took his hand up to your lips placing soft kisses on his knuckles and feeling his tense body slowly relax from your affection.

“Your hands are the same hands you kill and trap curses with. Your hair and body are the same which get covered with their blood. The same as mine. My hair, my hands, my face, my lips - everything has once been covered in the disgusting blood and guts of curses. Yet that’s never scared or pushed you away and neither has it disgusted or pushed me away…”

He looked back into your soft eyes, which were pleading for him to understand. To understand that nothing like that can push you away.

“So why would your mouth, your lips, your tongue be any different to me than any other part of your body? I understand it's terrifying and disgusting to you to think that horrible taste can stick to me, but I promise you, it won’t. Just like curses don’t defy any other part of your body they don’t defy your lips”

You can see how your words comforted him by the way his shoulders relaxed. He squeezed your hand and searched for your touch. He felt how you slowly chipped away at his insecurity and replaced it with your love. He wanted to keep his walls up. He was so terrified of disgusting you away, but it was hard not to believe your words which were filled with nothing but sincerity. The only thing he wanted to do now was rip this bandate off, never realizing how much he wanted to feel your lips on his. This beautiful yearning for your kiss was just always clouded by his fear, but now that you broke down his insecurity he could let you in.

His hands moved up to cup your face careful to hold the burning end of the cigarette away from you and he could feel himself start to trembe. Still terrified you’d hate him if he kissed you. That you’d run away from him and leave forever. Your reassuring eyes met his and silenced the fast beat of his heart in his ears. Finally, you granted him the confidence and security to kiss you. Just like that, he lowered his head towards yours still a bit unsure of what he was doing. Your hands snaked up to his neck under his arms and leaned towards him. Your fingers played with the strands of hair on the base of his neck hoping to comfort him and show him that everything was ok.

Your lips connected. You felt the softness of Suguru’s lips on yours. A contrast to your slightly chapped ones from the cold. His lips were warm and left a comforting sensation on yours, warming you from the cold outside air. And just as quickly as you felt them on your lips he pulled away far enough to look at your expression. The weight of what had happened settled in Suguru’s mind and

his fear returned, waiting impatiently for your response and thinking of the worst. His mind started to play a bunch of scenarios of how you were frantically wiping at your lips and looking at him with disgust or running to the bathroom because of the taste of his lips. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t see the soft smile on your lips as you looked up at him.

“Suguru, your lips are so soft? How the hell do you keep them like that in this cold ass weather”

You opted for playful banter to bring down his nerves. To show him you were still here and that you loved feeling his lips on yours.

“They are?!”

Suguru’s words came out a bit more surprised than he wanted to. Perhaps because he put all his worries in them from waiting for your response for what felt like ages to him.

“Yes! And they taste like the cherry lollipop you had earlier”

You let out a soft laugh and now Suguru felt stupid. Stupid that he delayed this beautiful feeling for so long. Stupid for thinking you’d be disgusted. Stupid for thinking you’d leave him over this. The relief overwhelmed him so he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck while putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. You did the same and intertwined your hands with his raven strands scratching and tugging at his hair comfortingly. His fear wasn’t completely gone, but this was already a step he never thought he’d overcome and the fact that you helped him so effortlessly and made him feel so safe made his love for you only grow stronger.

“I love you y/n, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with. The girl with the most beautiful soft lips”

“Awwww I love you too, my mushy Suguru”

He let out a sigh from your remark and smiled into your neck. He felt the way your body slowly warmed up from his touch. You both knew you’d move with baby steps. This fear isn’t something you can fix overnight. Despite this Suguru knew you’d be ok. The way you could make him open up and feel safe with his vulnerability was truly baffling to him, but that’s exactly why you knew you’d be ok and you’d battle this together.

God, he loved you so much.

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angelsleepinggurl · 6 months ago

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𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝙔 𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙏

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. As a popular, pretty, head cheerleader in highschool with thee perfect dreamy boyfriend, you could not ask for more, your life is perfect. after an exhilarating football match, you and your boyfriend find a way to 'cool down' before heading out for dinner with the winning team.

wc. around 2,780

tags. satoru gojo x reader. populargojo! x reader. satoru gojox reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non curse au. highschool au. fucking in a car. unprotected sex. dirty talk.hitting it raw. dom yn (temp). riding. squirting.18+ mdni!

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You live for your school's games. The field always seems to be pulsating with an electric energy in, as people roar from the bleachers in hopes of their team winning. You'd been on the cheer team for as long as you can remember. You initially joined it when your friend Jodie persuaded you, saying you had a really great sense of rhythm and natural ability to dance, compared to others your age. You didn't think much of it at the time, you didn't even think you'd make it past the tryouts. But once, they got you in that bright uniform, you knew you'd love it. It made you feel like the girl you wanted to be whenever you held pom poms in your hand, whenever you got ready to cheer for a game. It’s the only time you don't feel timid standing in front of people. Now as a senior, you've managed to embody the girls you look up to when you were a freshman as you become team captain.

Your best friend Geto Suguru is playing tonight, out on the endless field of green. Cheering for your friends never failed to make you smile, filling you with a buzz as you stood in formation with your team, roaring out a chant with them. Amidst the sea of spirited faces adorned in school colours, there was only one face that stood out to you, smiling at you from above.

The school’s heartthrob: Satoru Gojo. Your boyfriend.

The two of you got together in Junior year, he noticed you when Geto dragged him to one of his games. That night you were practicing leading the team for a dance. Ever since then, he was hooked. The way you moved, the way your hair fell, the way your lips curved into a pretty smile. He wanted you. He needed you. He had to have you. Something about your air and manner had his love-struck for you. He’d try his hardest to strike up a conversation with you after classes, at lunch after school. Though you played hard to get, you couldn’t deny how your heart would beat a little faster when he was nearby. The tension between the two of you was undoubted and heated, the both of you communicated through flirting. Even before the two of you started dating people started to identify you as a couple. The couple.

The crowd is buzzing with animated chatter, a cacophony of voices rising and falling like waves. Laughter, cheers, and the occasional jeer painted the backdrop for the unfolding drama. Looking up into the stands again you make eye contact with Satoru again. A familiar smirk on his lips as he watched you like a predator watching and waiting for their prey. It wasn’t strange for you and Gojo to fuck after games, he just found your uniform irresistible. The short skirts, tight tops, how it fit your form perfectly, how could he not be turned on?

“We got it all together, We're fighting for a win TMCC on top again!” You all chant, rearranging and organising yourselves fluidly into new formations as you all chant and cheer. You watch as he leans back in his seat, the grin on his face getting wider. You notice him readjust in his seat as he manspreads.

The air is hot, the tension is almost tangible, and you can feel the heat grow from within you, as you lock eyes with his cerulean blue ones.

The scent of freshly popped popcorn wafts through the air, blending with the familiar aroma of sweat and anticipation.

The announcer's voice resonates through the field, commentating on the progress of the game. With each dribble, pass, and score, the field becomes a theatre of emotions. The crowd's reactions painted full gasps of disbelief, exuberant cheers, and groans of disappointment. Every point scored was met with an explosion of noise,

As the clock ticks down, the atmosphere intensifies and your cheers get louder. You and your team doing your best to motivate the players to victory.

The stadium roared with anticipation as the two teams clashed in an intense soccer battle. Tension hung in the air with each kick, and the crowd's collective breath held as the clock ticked down. The teams were now tied and time was running out. All eyes watched the players in suspense, all awaiting for the final goal.

Geto cut through the players, a determined look in his eyes. Strands of his tied-up hair fall loose and out of place and he wizzes down the field. He looked at his teammate, signalling him that he had it all under control. A subtle nod from his teammate and the ball was now at his feet. Everyone watching and the other team closing in on him. With his collected thoughts, Geto turns and dribbles through the opponents, careful to not lose the ball in the final minutes.

The goalkeeper seemed determined to block the ball but once Geto kicked the ball, it flew up into the air and hurtling towards the net at a whopping speed.

And GOAL!

They’d won! Geto pulled his team through. All his teammates jumped on him pulling him into a triumphant hug. The entire stadium thundered in celebration creating a symphony of joy that reverberated through the air.

You screamed and jumped for Geto, feeling immensely proud of your friend.

Soon, everyone dispersed from the stadium and you stayed to congratulate your cheer squad on their efforts and energy. A hand snakes around your waist, and as you look up you see a familiar mop of white hair next to you.

“Toru, I thought I told you to wait for me outside.” You scold him “I’m trying to talk to my team.”

“It’s okay girl, y’all are cute we’ll forget about this.” Jodie pipes in leading the group of girls who kept whining about how jealous they were of your relationship, and how they wanted a boyfriend like Satoru.

“See you guys Thursday, Well done!” You shot after them, watching the group of girls dissipate. Seconds after, the tall frame of Suguru Geto walks up to the two of you. Satoru releases his grip on you and walks up to his friend slapping him on the back and congratulating him on his win.

“Well done Geto.” You say once the two boys walk back up to you.

Geto put his hand in your hair ruffling your pigtails a little bit. “Thanks. Hey where do you guys wanna eat after this, it’ll be on me.” Geto asks.

“Let it be on me, you won.” Gojo insists which Geto doesn’t comply against. “We should go to Five Guys.” He suggests and you all nod in agreement. “See you over there bro.”

“See ya dude.” Geto says, leaving the two of you alone again.

Gojo's lips immediately found yours, kissing you with so much vigour as if he was trying to suck the air out of you. “Wasn’t someone being naughty today.” He whispers in your ear, causing you to bite your lip in excitement as you know where this is going.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say with faux innocence. He smirks as his fingers find their way into your pigtails, playing with the ribbon and twirling them together.

The two of you start walking towards his car, his arm around your waist. His fingers toy with the hem of your skirt and flick the band of your panties against your skin.

“Geez Satoru, can’t even wait now can we.” You say with a smirk leaning in front of the car door now.

“Says you. I saw you out there, shaking and twirling for me. Y’were doin' it s'much I could tell you your panty colour." He responds, opening the car door for you.

“Okay then, what colour are my panties?” You ask teasingly, playing with your lip between your teeth.

“I may need to get a better look.” He whispers to you, before closing your car door and walking over to his. The second his car door closes he immediately starts kissing you sensually, as if if he didn’t kiss you any other way you would disappear from him completely. His lips were fast and his tongue was skilled in making casual unexpected appearances, but his touch was gentle, cupping your face in his hands as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

You sigh, unable to wait any longer. Swiftly, you climb onto Satoru’s lap. He breaks the kiss and chuckles a little. “Eager now aren’t we.”

Instead of responding you start rocking your hips back and forth. Snapping them forward and rolling them back. With every movement, you could feel him grow from underneath you. “Who’s eager now.” you whisper a smirk on your lips.

“What a bad girl. I didn’t know my girl was like this.” he says, his large hands now groping your ass. With one swift movement, his hand lifts up your skirt to reveal underwear in all its glory, a pretty blue colour. “Oh, they really were blue. Luckily I got this opportunity to see you wearing my favourite colour panties.” His longer finger looks under the hemline of your underwear this time, slyly sliding down, inching towards your clit.

“Not so fast big boy. ” you whisper teasingly, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw, relishing the moment. “ You need to be patient.” by now the white-haired maile is finding it extremely difficult to sit still and let you do all the work, he’s itching for his hands to roam your body, your curves your tits, all of you. Gojo is a very handsy guy when it comes to both of you, he’s always touching you in some manner, it’s like the guy doesn’t know anything about personal space. So for you to ask him to remain hands off is torture, resulting in his grunting and groaning restlessly, yet still, he obeys your wishes to let you take charge. This side of you is not something the guy is used to seeing and it’s seriously turning him on. You feel his bulge press against your clothed wetness, making you giggle.

“Already excited prince? Y’thinking bout how this pussy is gonna suck you in, hmm Satoru.” you hum yet again, and Gojo doesn't respond, he shifts in his seat yet again. “Looks like the prince is lost for words, I wonder if I should just-” Your fingers travel down to his trousers, speedily pulling the zip of them down. Watching the tent, spring upright. Your hand slowly starts palming his hard-on, a specific spot dampening with pre-cum. Exactly the sight you’ve been waiting to see all night. “You wanna feel me big boy?” you ask, your voice sounding like honey in his ear like a siren’s voice hypnotizing and tempting him. It is like his body is the only one speaking for him, the way he nods and swallows, hard. You watch intently as his Adam apple bobs on his throat, turning you on even more. Without wasting any more time, you grab his hand, slithering it down your panties. “Feel how wet you made me?” You whimper, slowly riding yourself on his fingers, feeling absolutely ecstatic. Your other free hand, slowly palming him still.

Although the usually rebellious guy is for once doing as you say, it does;t feel right. You pull his hand out of your underwear, which he doesn't put up a fight for. A pout forms on your lips as you look up at him through your lashes. “Why aren’t you responding to me?” you whine, self-doubting your skills at being dominating in this setting.

Gojo doesn’t speak up yet, his words lost in his throat as his eye slock unto yours. “ Cuz if I start talking and taking charge, we won’t be leaving this car anytime soon.” This is the first time you've seen such a sight on the white-haired male, a deep blush generously dusting both his cheeks. The both of you maintain eye contact, feeling the tension heighten and instantaneously the both of you run purely on feeling. Your hand sliding down his boxers to pull out his dick. His tip is a bright red with pre-cum rolling down to the base. You gather spit in your mouth and watch as it slowly drops down onto his member. He twitches once your spit touches it. Sensitive. A couple pumps with your hand and the man is already whimpering quietly.

He is totally not getting away with this. You smirk.

“You want me to put it in big boy?” you ask him. His usual persona is back when he instructs you to “ Put it in princess.” his eyes low and closed with intense lust. You slowly lower yourself down, taking in all his inches, till it can’t be seen anymore. It’s all in and you feel stuffed as always, it’s like his dick was made for you.

“Fuck.” you whisper breathlessly. Satoru’s hand snakes its way to your hips, placing a firm grip on them.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. You just look so good.” With ease the male lifts you up slightly and plops you back down again, your weight sinking down on him. With every time your body is lifted and every time his dick grazes that sensitive spot in your warm cunt, your moans get louder and louder. The sounds of skin slapping are now loud in the car and the windows are starting to fog up. You place your hands on his shoulders once he pauses to get a good grip on your ass, using it to help lift you easier and to thrust into you faster. You don’t seem to be complaining about the fact he’s adapted his usual dominating role again, as each repetitive thrust makes your mind cloud. With your thighs dripping in your arousal and with your cunt squeezing him tightly, Gojo starts to grunt as you moan into his neck, begging and pleading for him to not stop and to “keep going.”

“Fuck Toru, hmmm. Feel’s s’ good.” you whine, laying your head in the crook of his neck, the smell of sex filling your nose, a thin layer of sweat covering his chest. “Don’t stop Toru.” you cry out.

“Do you hear how wet you are f’me? Hmm? We’re you thinking about me during the game. Thinking about me touching you, about me fucking you?” he asks teasingly, the smirk evident in his voice. All you do is moan in response, nodding your head desperately. “Tell me what you were imagining princess.”

“Was thinking about you fucking me like how you are. Ohh fuck.” your mind is turning hazy, the only goal in your mind is finishing. “ Was thinking about how you’d call me a good girl for doing so well. Was thinkin’ bout cumming all over your dick babe.” you answer.

“Oh? I knew my girl had a dirty mind, didn’t know you were so nasty though ” he comments., intently watching your striped skirt hang from your waist, its movements in sync with his thrusts.

“Wanna come Satoru, pleaseee.” you whine unsure of how much longer you can hold out for.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll let you come.” he groans in your ear, the sound of his grunts and groans nearly sending you over the edge. A repetitive string of “ Please, Please, Please.” And “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” leave your lips in alternating patterns. The guy is thrusting into you like a machine, like there's no tomorrow like this time will be your last. “Shit.” he huffs, feeling his own end approach. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, your jaw goes slack and your body goes limp. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten and soon you’re cumming, hard… and everywhere. A wetness gushes out of you but this time, landing everywhere.

“Good girl. you squirted for me.” he congratulates, a few thrusts away from his own pleasure, and now with every thrust your high is prolonged, leaving you overstimulated. You’re screaming in pleasure and soon the white-haired male is moaning loudly too, his cum shooting up into your warm cunt, making you whine in pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes, from overstimulation. The both of you remain completely still and silent, slowly riding out your highs, both of you panting for air.

The both of your cum drips out of your stuffed hole, making a mess.

“Geto’s gonna get suspicious that we’ve been gone for so long.” you say, craning your head to look up at him.

“Who cares what that fool thinks? Round 2.”

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒..⭒☆━━━

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tsotg · 4 months ago

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The Monster Hunter and the Hunted Monster

I thought of another universe I might wanna make content for. I know a lot of people already have this type of AU already but I can't resist making my own ;;-;;

Imagine Hiccup has been hunting Jack for ages. Jack has been one of the few creatures he's never been able to catch and that type of challenge is exhilarating. So he keeps trying to find him, luring him out with the threat of harm to his precious forest.

One day, for a reason or another, Pitch curses them both. They're both lost and trapped in a new and un familiar environment. Hiccup is overjoyed that he's finally able to catch Jack when they bump into each other but that feeling doesn't last long. They're both kind of terrified of where they are but won't show it to each other, instead letting it out as anger towards each other.

A few days into their banishment, Hiccup gets desperate. There's no animals to hunt, nothing to grow, he's starving and it doesn't seem like he's gonna get any food any time soon. So he goes to Jack and begs to know how he's not hungry. Jack replies with how he obviously doesn't get hungry because he's a spirit.

Hiccup breaks in front of him, he tells him how scared he is and how much he wants to go back home. Jack gets surprised, of all people, he would've never expected Hiccup to show this much vulnerability.

Jack feels the same as he does, he's scared and he wants to go home. And after settling down and making sure Hiccup isn't trying to trick him, he tells him so.

They talk about how much they love their home, about anything that comes to mind really. Until Hiccup has a fainting spell. Jack hurries to help him but has no idea how humans work anymore. He's been in his forest for so long.

When Hiccup wakes up, Jack asks him what happened. Hiccup reminds him how hungry he is and how little energy his body has. Jack hesitates before telling Hiccup how he has saved people lost in the forest in the same situation before but he's not gonna like how it's done.

Hiccup brushes it off, it can't be that bad right?

Jack presses his lips together in an awkward smile.

"Well- Not a lot of people get lost in the woods you know. And the children can see and hear me no problem. They follow the animals out of the forest. I've only done this twice and the first time I didn't even know I could do it so it wasn't super successful..."

"Just spit it out, if you can save me, do it. I want to go home after we get out of this shit hole."

Jack thought about telling him for a second but he doubted Hiccup would let him after hearing of the process.

"Ok, close your eyes then."

"Why?"

"It'll be easier for the both of us."

So Hiccup closed his eyes after giving Jack an eye roll. Jack took Hiccup's chin, opening his mouth slightly, braced himself and leaned in. As soon as their lips connected, Hiccup jumped in surprise and tried to push Jack away but couldn't find the strength in time before he realized what was happening.

This wasn't just a kiss, Jack's eyes glowed and his skin slowly lost the little colour it had left. He was transferring his energy to Hiccup. And Hiccup felt alive again. He leaned in slightly and enjoyed the feeling this gave him. Until he felt Jack's grasp on him weakened and he regained he train of thought again.

Jack took a second to snap out of the daze this put him in. Hiccup feared for a the worst for a second before Jack blinked a few times and his eyes went back to normal. He looked around for a second, almost looking as if he had no idea where he was. His eyes locked onto Hiccup and fear crept onto his expression. Hiccup felt him tense up in his arms. And then just like that, he took a breath for the first time since Hiccup closed his eyes and he looked normal again.

"For the Gods, if you told me this was gonna kill you I wouldn't have let you to do it!" Hiccup scolded.

"I didn't know it would do that. It never did in my forest." Jack looked off in the distance to ponder for a bit before what Hiccup said actually registered in his head. "Wait you're worried about me?"

"That's not the point."

"Yes it is!"

Jack gave Hiccup as teasing grin. Hiccup completely disconnected from the conversation and got up. Jack couldn't hold back, he kept teasing Hiccup as he tried to walk away.

"Well look who's feeling better." Hiccup tried to say it in a sarcastic tone but couldn't hold back a small smile.

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RAHHH PLEASE tell me if you wanna read more!! I will write more! And maybe I'll draw some better art of these gays.

#Can you tell I haven't drawn Hiccup as much as Jack #the POTENTIAL of this type of AU has tho #ignore if anything is badly written #I came up with this on the spot #frostcup #hijack #hiccup haddock #jack frost #rise of the guardians #how to train your dragon #Cryptid x Hunter

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materlux · 2 months ago

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Cynefin.

Cynefin: (n.) A place where a person or an animal feels it ought to live and belong; it is where nature around you feels right and welcoming.

The Xianzhou Yaoqing arrives at a former universal trading planet, now vacant of its former prime. The General, unable to go herself, sends her most trusted advisors to inspect the planet. You are the thing they find, something with a stark resemblance to an abomination.

CW: Mention of: Injury, sort of angst like, kinda fluff too, monster!reader, 1.5k words.

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This planet had experienced a catastrophic incident many amber eras ago, this has left its remaining life forms cut off from the rest of the cosmos. The people of this planet are, what the Genius Society would label, primitive. They do not understand the giant metal structures left behind by their forefathers, they have no knowledge of the aeons, or of the place they once occupied in the vast universe. To put it simply, it’s like someone pressed the ‘reset’ button on their civilization.

The Xianzhou Yaoqing sits a distance away from the solar system, it’s a part of the Alliance's duties to form allyships across the cosmos, and protect the unknown universe in their ongoing war against Yaoshi, the abundance. A group of knights along with the General’s own chosen representatives, and a representative from the Skyfaring Commision, have made landfall.

While the representative has the job of creating connections among the locals, the General’s representatives have other orders; to inspect the land and look for any possible signs of abominations. Boots thud against stone roadways, two men not clad in uniforms make their way to a market square. Tall pinkish ears twitch at every sound; sharp plum coloured eyes scan the plaza. Of course the General would only send her most trusted retainers, Jiaoqiu and Moze.

The plaza is alight with noise, bustling with people selling and buying goods. Odd smells from local cuisine wafts through the heavy air, chatter overlaps and repetitive shouts bounce off the nearby houses. In simple terms, the plaza is overwhelming. The retainers keep close, following the flow of the crowd, asking merchants and shoppers odd questions. No good answers, most have nothing of note to offer. Except for one shady looking travelling merchant from a neighbouring town, they claim that unlike others they use the forest as a shortcut, in the forest they have seen a monster; something human, animal, and plant, all at once. The retainers thank the traveller, now this was a good lead.

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The forest ahead is dense, giant trees sway gently in the wind, tall undergrowth plants make for great cover. Jiaoqiu trails after Moze down a dirt path, his ears flick at every rustle of leaves, Moze watches the undergrowth for movement. The locals confirmed the traveller’s claim, but they also added their own: Ghosts.

Something small, pale, and inhuman stands in the middle of the path. Its head tilts that and this way, before its stubby legs take it towards them. Moze stops on the path to stare down at it, if not for his great hearing the foxian would have slammed right into him.

“Moze, why did you stop?” The foxian asks.

“A ghost.” Is the simple answer he gets.

“Is it cause for concern?” Jiaoqiu prods.

“I doubt it.” The shadow guard continues down the pathway, ignoring the small spirit.

“How comforting.” If Moze could see his eyes, he’d roll them for extra effect.

The spirit watches them leave before wandering into the undergrowth, it joins others of its kin, gathered around a large human-like body. The creature stretches and stands, mellow eyes look at the retainers in the distance, curiosity makes it follow.

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Jiaoqiu sits back on a rock, the clearing allows sunlight to warm the air. Moze has disappeared into the undergrowth, searching the surrounding area for any clues. Leisurely the foxian waves a fan back and forth, the short bursts of air makes his hair sway. Your eyes follow the movement of the fan, they glide over his facial features. He reminds you of the locals in build, but much like you, he’s not entirely human.

His tail, fluffy and dense, flicks from one side to the other, your own tail mimics the movement. You sit only a few feet away from him, his eyes are closed, he’s relaxed you conclude. You adjust yourself, his ear flicks, yours mimics.

“Moze?” His voice is soft, your own ear flicks again.

You move closer, staying low to the ground. You sit on your haunches, now right before him, you tilt your head. A hand with sharp nails reaches out, gentle as a summer’s breeze, you ghost across the skin of his hand. He flinches away, and you lean away, a low rumbling sound echoes from deep in your chest. His brows furrow, the relaxed look on his features bleeds away, giving way to concern, fear perhaps.

“Hello?” He calls, voice no longer soft.

“Hello?” You mimic his speech, although your voice is hoarse and the sound is muddled. The foxian considers his options, you don’t seem hostile, but your nature is still unknown. If you do become hostile, or grow bored, there’s not much he can do against you. Being unable to see your movements, if you’re armed or unarmed, based on the hand that grazed his skin, you certainly have sharp nails.

“Moze!” He calls into the forest, it’s the best option he could come up with, the shadow guard wouldn’t have gone far.

“Moze?” You attempt to mimic him again, this is not a word you recognise.

In your speculation, you don’t notice the figure coming up behind you, his footsteps completely silent. A hand grabs the back of the fabric draped over your body, you’re reeled back and trapped before you even see his face. You begin to fight back, instinct kicking in, you trash around sharp nails searching for exposed skin. Various rumbling noises, akin to growling, shake your chest as you tilt your head to look back at your assailant.

Weight presses against your back, Moze’s cold hand unwinds from the fabric and wraps around the back of your neck, pressing down. You still, fighting a hunter when they have you by the neck is a dangerous game, one wrong move and it could end you. You breathe heavy, eyes wide and staring back at his own, sharp eyes.

“Moze?” Jiaoqiu calls in a soft voice, his head tilting down in the direction of the scuffle.

“Yes, I’m here.” The man above you calls back, you can now conclude that he is Moze.

“Well?” The foxian asks expectantly, his ears twitching at the bird song.

“I think we’ve found the monster in the forest.” He gazes down at you, analysing your every feature. “Something human, animal and plant. Certainly looks like an abomination.” He looks up at the foxian. Abomination, a word you recognise, maybe you should stay quiet, for your own sake.

“Mean.” You can’t help it, the word just slips out before you can think too much about it. Jiaoqiu laughs quietly while Moze looks down at you, you flick your tail around, clearly annoyed by the comment.

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Having done their job, the retainers return to their ship, and you are brought along, willingly or otherwise. With bound arms you sit on the floor, the foxian sits in a chair not far from you, the other guy is nowhere to be seen. You attempt to curl up while still sitting up, this fails and you come crashing down against the metal flooring, which hurts alot when you can’t catch yourself.

Jiaoqiu’s ears twitch at the thud, and something in his subconscious reacts to the, arguably pitiful noise you let out. You exhale a deep breath and curl up on the floor instead, feeling quite defeated at this point. The foxian stands and with slow careful steps, moves closer to your body. You let out a noise in warning, and he stops a few steps away.

“Are you okay?” He asks, you stare up at him, unamused and wholly confused by his speech.

“Okay,” he breathes, carefully he crouches down next to you. “That sounded like it hurt.”

“Hurt,” you repeat, it’s a word you recognise the meaning of, and it did hurt. Jiaoqiu sits down on the floor, his head tilted towards the ceiling.

“You know, I used to be a healer,” he reminisces, “I could help you, if only a little.” You don’t understand a word coming out of his mouth.

The foxian reaches out a careful hand, you watch it closely as it hovers over the ground, softly it makes contact with the base of your neck. You shiver involuntarily, he moves his hand up to your hair, a gentle caress. You allow this to happen, he doesn’t strike you as intimidating.

The other man, Moze, walks back into the room, he looks over the scene before he sighs. “You’re not supposed to be friendly with an abomination.” You glare at him.

“We don’t know if they’re an abomination, that’s for the Alchemy Commision to figure out.” The foxian carefully weaves his fingers through your tangled hair.

“It looks like an abomination,” Moze counters, stepping closer to look over the man, you glare back at him.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Jiaoqiu speaks in a soft voice, it’s soothing to your ears, they flick, one grazing the skin of his wrist. “Plus, they’re under our care for the time being.”

“So? They’ll probably end up locked away.” Moze returns your glare, equally unamused by your presence, the small scratches he just spent far too long cleaning and wrapping are reason enough.

“That’ll be for the General to decide.” Jiaoqiu is oblivious to your little staring match with the man looming over his shoulder. “And who knows, perhaps they aren’t of the abundance at all.” He muses, Moze scoffs and you mimic the sound.

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astro-royale · 11 months ago

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AstrologyObs: Appearance

Disclaimer:my opinion

Cancers are the cutie of the zodiac!! Round facial features. Cozy, comfy, warm and inviting. They may look great in Asian make up styles or old classic make up styles. Bohemian. 70s look or even 50s.

Gemini have a cheekiness to them that’s apparent in their features. They look like troublemakers in a wholesome way. They usually have quite sharp smiles. They have a very on the go energy , and I think they can get away with being sporty or even messy. But they also look so good with a basic 90s style which reflects their logical mind.they may also have a “rebel” “punk” or even Avril Lavigne vibe.

Pisces just feel like a wave of tranquility and I just want to chill with them. They have such dreamy eyes that make you want to get lost in them. They look so good with shimmers, in make up and clothes. Also metallic colours. Glowy make up. MERMAID. They suit modern style of clothing a lot.

Sagittarius, the free spirits, can actually look great with more revealing looks. They can get away with over the top things, and they will make it look cool, like their way of dressing is part of their philosophy. I feel like Sagittarius also has a lowkey sense of humour to their style, “ I did it for the fun of it, why not” also look so good in red:::

Scorpio.. you guys just remind me of Johnny Depp in pirates of the Caribbean, looks wise that is. Very alluring, darkness around the eyes. You change and transform people so no one will ever experience another you again. Your dress sense may have elements of danger. Leather jackets. A sense of shock, uniqueness . Darkness. Alternative or femme fatale.

Aries yall look good in office things, or just sophisticated and sharp styles tbh. There’s an angularity to you but it looks very cool and dramatic, it makes you interesting and cool. Lush, and sharp.it gives lip gloss and matte outfit vibes.

Capricorn, your organisation influences your dress sense so much and i actually think that Capricorn represents a mainstream dress sense or something conventional and basic you see everyday. So you look good in that. Simple. Classy. Timeless. Capricorns with Aquarius placements may disagree

Taurus, yall look really good with heavy makeup up looks, or full face glam. you guys look good with mullets. And electric colours. Graphic liners. Cool eyeshadow looks. IG baddie make up looks. May also suit dip dye hair styles or highlights.

Virgo, I feel like many of you may have had a hipster phase, plaid shirt and boots situation. Or some kind of lowkey emo phase . Even a tomboy phase. But anyways, you look great with slicked back hairstyles, neat loose natural hair. You Look Royal, in a laid back way. No matter your aesthetic. Virgo, you look best when you take care of yourself, when you look very clean, and tidy. Clean girl aesthetic

Leo, Animal prints look so great. You’re royal in a flashy way. You may feel like you look great in designer clothing or higher end brands. The quality and brand may be of importance to you and you won’t just buy things from anywhere. You’re going to attract looks, because the planets revolve around the sun. You look good being flashy and fully expressing your authentic self and uniqueness, don’t hold back your greatness.

Libra, yall could wear a potato sack and still look great asf. Your facial features are usually very proportionate and balanced. I think your natural glow is what suits you best, and an elegant outfit. You look great showing everyone the embodiment of Venus on Earth, and I think you have “aesthetic” in your genes.

Aquarius, you look good in unisex or androgynous, long or short hair, any colour, you will make it work. Doesn’t matter if things clash, you can make it work. The innovated. Unique style. Dreamy aura, they have an intelligent vibe. You’re giving the audience a taste of the stars. Of intelligence beyond this earth. Cyber /rave styles can look great on them too. Or very artsy looks. Many of them also get into cosplay. They look ethereal so they can embody what isn’t real (anime, cartoons, movie characters etc) People may even say they look like an anime character.

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arafilez · 4 months ago

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“Hey Red,” the voice reaches your ear like a fresh wave of salt air and summer hues. A smile tugs on your lips as you turn on your heels, look at him, and say, “Joshua Hong, are you finally back?”

His slight laugh hits you with nostalgia, hot summer days and the very infamous rivalry you two had. Even your nickname “Red” comes from there, you had experimentally dyed your hair “anime” red and let’s just say the results weren’t great, not because of the colour, but because your hair got spiked for the wrong material usage.

Joshua had a good laugh with it for two whole weeks.

History cannot begin to define the rivalry you two had on your surfboards. Who could get higher waves? Who could do more tricks? In addition, so many more bickering right up the sunny days of California. The gentle push and pull, silent tension, longing in each other’s eyes only heightened your spirits more.

“Seoul became too boring and you decided to come back?” you ask, a tinge of hesitance in your voice knowing the answer was never a “yes.” It was always a firm; resounding “no” like it has been forever. He is here for a vacation but looking at his black, tousled hair, surfing suit and the blue board under his arms you could feel the summer air of 2010 come back.

“For now, yes,” his awful smirk resurfaces at the shock on your face as you try to make sense of the situation. Did he just indirectly say yes?

A jolt reverberates through your spine as you feel his fingertips touch yours and you look up at the brown orbs and pretty smile you had dreamed of every day. Taunting air-kisses, playful nudges and unspoken feelings.

“What’s it like coming back to the sea?” your voice drops down to a whisper, eyes burning into his under your lashes and slow breaths heaving through the sea-air.

“Like coming home to you,” he replies with an easy smile as his head dips down slightly and your breath hitches. Sunny days, teenage crushes, longing eyes and a touch of heaven. You look at the sun-kissed boy, his messy and damp hair and you remember the day you felt screwed because all cliché has come down on you.

The day you realised you loved him. His laugh, the way his nose crinkles after every mischief, his free attitude and just him made you overwhelmed. The day you thought you teenage self was stupid. The day you didn’t find his presence annoying any more. It sprints in your head like a series of events.

When your lips meet with his in the lining of sea and the shore and the cold water touches your feet, lightly nudging on as a witness of you two, you feel nothing short of fireworks in your body. Your lips move in an electric haze, longing and desperation in the air you run your hands through his hair, his fingers slip down your waist to the bare skin and his touch, cold, to the contrast of the warm hue that has spread in your body.

When you part, his eyes sparkle with mischief and your purse your lips ready for anything the boy wants to give you. Madness, fury, love. “Still think you’re the best surfer around here?” his voice is hoarse, drunk in your love, no challenge under that tone but it makes you grin anyway.

“Guess you will have to find out, Mr. Hong,” you giggle pecking his lips and running off to the water as he runs behind you with the breeze hitting his face. When your laugh reaches his ears, he knows not one single word of that sentence was any less than the truth. You are his home.

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jjk-expansion · 5 months ago

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The Five Times He Almost Kissed You...The One Time He Did || Kento Nanami

Summary: The five times where Nanami almost kissed you, and the one time he finally decided to take a chance.

Warnings: 18+, mild adult content, swearing.

Authors Note: I had so much fun writing this one, and I hope you enjoy. I have only just started watching the anime, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong. Gif by @erensjwife

One…

The first time Gojo had introduced the two of you was a day after Yuji Itadori’s miraculous resurrection. You were only a few years younger than himself, and perhaps a little older than a first year Jujutsu sorcerer should be, but Gojo had vouched for you, claiming that you had immense potential in your abilities, though they were still developing and extremely rare.

All Nanami knew, was that you could use your cursed energy to create protective barriers around yourself and others, and that your reverse cursed technique somehow came naturally to you, you could heal any wound or injury on yourself and others. It was an incredible technique no doubt, but from what he had heard from his colleague, the healing aspect of your technique was very physically demanding. So he made a silent promise to himself, should the two of you work together in the future, that he would be careful not to sustain any injuries that required your attention.

However, that was not to be the case.

Leaning back against the white tile, Nanami sighed heavily. The wound in his side was throbbing painfully, the bleeding refusing to stop no matter how many pieces of paper towel he held to it to stop the blood flow. The amount of blood from the wound had eased slightly, but not enough for him to be happy with his current state.

He had sent you a text twenty minutes ago to meet him here, and he silently hoped that you had seen his message and that you were on your way. He shouldn’t have left you alone on that cinema rooftop with those two human monsters to go after that cursed human spirit, he also shouldn’t have left himself open to the spirit’s attacks. That couldn’t be helped now though, and so all he could do was wait, and hope that he wouldn’t eventually bleed out.

There was a faint knock on the bathroom door, his eyes glaring towards the door as his entire body tensed in anticipation.

“Nanami? It’s me…are you in there?”

The sound of your voice caused his body to relax, a sense of relief washing over him as he cleared his throat. “I’m alone, you can come in Y/n” he called out to you, adjusting his position against the wall. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror to his right, from the corner of his eye he could see that he was slightly pale, thanks to the blood loss. His hair was in slight disarray, and his favourite blue shirt was stained a deep purple. He cursed under his breath as the door opened, his gaze returning to your entering form…and widening in complete shock.

You were covered in small cuts and bruises, your (eye/colour) eyes meeting his own brown hues as an awkward yet kind smile formed on your lips. Your (hair/colour) hair was a complete mess, stray strands framing your face at all sorts of odd angles. You closed the door behind you and released a huff, blowing upwards to remove some of the strands of hair from your vision as you approached. He noticed in his stupor that parts of your uniform had been ripped, though they were easily reparable, they had no doubt been made by cuts that pierced your skin.

Nanami didn’t know what to say. He watched as you now stood before him, your eyes widening at the amount of blood-stained paper towels there were strewn about the basin. You met his gaze with a look of concern on your features, a sincere look on your eyes as folded your arms over your chest “What happened? Are you alright?”.

Nanami grimaced, the throbbing in his side annoying, and the newfound heat on his cheeks infuriating “I-I’m fine. I was careless, it won’t happen again.”

He watched as you sighed heavily, your eyes falling downward to where he desperately clutched at his side. You hummed lowly, extending your hands and gently prying his away from the wound so you could get a better look at it. You could see through the fabric of his shirt that this was no mere flesh wound, the cut ran deep, no wonder there was so much blood everywhere.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to-“

“Shh…” you replied quickly, “I’m trying to concentrate…”

Nanami watched you intently, the blue hue of cursed energy swirling around your hands has you gently held them one over the other and pressed your hands firmly over the wound. Nanami hissed, feeling the cursed energy surge through him like the feeling of pins and needles which faded to a feeling of numbness, and it seemed like almost instantly that feeling faded.

Nanami turned his gaze back towards the mirror, lifting his shirt high enough to examine the fading blue glow where your hands had been when a shocked gasp left his lips. There was nothing there, almost as if he hadn’t been injured at all. There was no scar, no remanent of the wound that he had sustained. It was incredible. That was when he noticed your reflection swaying in the mirror.

His eyes widened as his gaze quickly returned to your form. Your skin was pale, your eyes slightly glaze as you swayed dangerously from side to side. Nanami’s hands gently grasped your shoulders, steadying you in place so that you wouldn’t fall. You were breathing heavily, your eyes squeezed shut as small beads of sweat formed on your forehead. He was growing increasingly worried the more you continued to sway, your left hand darting out to stabilise yourself against the bathroom basin with a low groan.

“Sorry…” You apologised, blinking slowly to try and stop your spinning vision “I’m a little tired after fighting those…things.”

The two of you were so close now, Nanami was practically holding you upright against him. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as your tired eyes lifted to meet his, a lazy smile forming on your lips. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t stop the racing of his heart. You were so close that he was worried you might hear it. The sudden urge to kiss you crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it with a shake of his head. He had only just met you a few weeks ago, he couldn’t be thinking like this could he?

As a small blush formed on his cheeks, Nanami helped you to stay on your feet whilst he tossed the blood-stained paper towels in one of the bins. He then carefully wrapped his arm around your waist, steadying you against him as the two of you made your way out of the bathroom. He had no idea how thankful you were for this, as he allowed you to lean into his side as you walked out onto the city streets. He was practically shielding you from any prying eyes, and especially in your battered state, it was an incredibly kind gesture.

You found yourself unconsciously leaning closer to him, savouring his warmth and the distant smell of his expensive cologne. Unknown to you, Nanami wrapped his arm around you tighter, determined to protect you no matter the cost.

Two…

Having known you for just over a month now, Nanami learned that you were the type of person who would go out of your way to help anyone, whether that be one of your friends, or a stranger on the street. But this often led to you over-exerting yourself, especially when your other first years Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Inumaki and Panda required urgent healing after an assignment went wrong.

You had been returning from an assignment with Nanami when Gojo had asked you to return to Jujutsu High asap, since the exchange event was in a few weeks, and everyone needed to be at the physical peak. Nanami often thought that Gojo took advantage of your cursed technique, especially after he had witnessed it first-hand. He saw how completely wiped out you were after healing his wound, it worried him just thinking about what could happen to you if you healed multiple people at once.

Arriving back at the school, you both jogged towards the infirmary where Gojo had directed you. When you arrived, your eyes widened as your gaze landed on your fellow first years. They had all sustained wounds or injuries of varying degrees of severity, which meant that you would have to expend more cursed energy to heal them completely.

Nanami wasn’t happy.

He turned to Gojo, scolding his colleague quietly enough so you couldn’t hear him while you set to work. “This isn’t a good idea, Satoru, she can’t handle-“

“What do you mean? Of course she can!” Gojo exclaimed, gesturing over to your knelt form as you struggled to heal a small cut on Nobara’s arm. Nanami ‘tsked’ annoyedly, “You’re happy for her to burn herself out!? You and I both know that she struggles with maintaining her cursed energy-“

“You worry too much, Nanami. Y/n is more than capable of-“

“Do you know what happens when she heals to many people at once?” Nanami snapped, his eyes narrowing dangerously on the man before him. When Gojo didn’t answer and instead cast his eyes downward, it only confirmed Nanami’s suspicions. Of course he didn’t know, you had never done this before. Just healing him was enough to deplete your energy, to send you swaying on your feet and feeling incredibly nauseous on the return journey home.

When Nanami returned his attention toward you, his eyes widened in disbelief. You had already made your way to Panda, having already healed Yuji, Nobara, Megumi and Maki…and you seemed fine. Though you were facing away from him, he couldn’t see your face, but you appeared to be holding on for now. As you turned your attention toward Inumaki, Nanami’s eyes watched your hands. They were trembling, badly. He watched as your cursed energy flickered around your hands as you struggled to maintain your focus, the blue flames faintly burning as you placed your hands on Inumaki’s wrist.

You were pushing yourself too much, your cursed energy was fading. But you pressed on, forcing your cursed energy to surge forward and heal the cut on Inumaki’s skin. Just as the scar tissue healed, you released a pained whimper as your cursed energy spluttered violently, dissipating into nothing as you collapsed forward onto your hands and knees. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think clearly. Your body was consumed by a dull ache that continued to increase, an ache that felt like you had overworked your limbs too much, but you knew that it was your cursed energy biting back at your for over-extending your abilities.

You felt a hand place itself on your shoulder, but you couldn’t determine who was speaking through the ringing in your ears. Stars began to dance across your vision as you struggled to focus on your surroundings, your entire body shaking as you felt your limbs give out from underneath you. You collapsed into a pair of strong arms, the sound of distant shouting the last thing that crossed your senses as your vision faded and you were consumed by darkness.

Nanami was furious.

You had collapsed exhausted in his arms, head coming to rest against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your protectively. Panicked shouts erupted around the room, with Yuji and Megumi arguing over what they should do. Nobara, Maki and Panda tried to calm them down, while Inumaki sat in disbelief, staring down at his wrist with an expression of guilt.

With a sharp glare, Nanami turned his attention toward Gojo who stood silently in the corner of the room. With the blindfold over his eyes, his gaze was downcast, and his hands were stuffed into his pockets. Nanami could tell that Gojo was feeling guilty, though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. But Nanami huffed loudly in annoyance, skilfully picking you up in his arms bridal style and carrying you out of the infirmary. He paused by Gojo, glaring at his colleague from the corner of his eye. “I warned you that this would happen, and yet you didn’t listen. Do not, make this mistake again” he spoke darkly, not bothering to wait for Gojo’s reply as he carried you out into the corridor, and made his way towards your quarters.

He'd been there only once before after sustaining another injury, where you had offered to heal it for him and refused to let him leave Jujutsu High until he let you. No matter how many times he declined and said he could take care of this one himself, you were incredibly stubborn, an adorable pout forming on your face as you tried to reason with him. He let you heal him of course, on the promise that you wouldn’t exhaust yourself while doing so. Which you hadn’t, but the memory made him smile unconsciously.

As he reached your bedroom and slid open the door, he looked down at your unconscious form and sighed softly. To some it looked as if you were merely sleeping, but deep down he knew that this was more than that, this was something that had been brought on by your expenditure of your cursed energy, that fact alone made a small sense of worry settle in the pit of his stomach. The repercussions of healing cursed energy were still unknown, given its rarity. Perhaps this was one of them, a way for your body to rest and regain its energy.

Nanami gently placed you under the covers of your bed, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable. When he was satisfied with his work, he cast one more glance down at your form and sighed longingly. You looked so peaceful, so innocent. Your kindness was rare in this world, especially the one you both shared. The life of a Jujutsu sorcerer was dangerous, you had to be ready for death at any moment. But Nanami found himself craving your company. He valued your presence more over the others, and he looked forward to the times when the two of you would work together.

It was the little things that he noticed about you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you fiddled with your hands whenever you were nervous, or the way you would cheer happily whenever you made progress with your cursed technique. He was drawn to you, though he sometimes wondered if he shouldn’t be. He was a professional sorcerer, and you were technically a first-year student despite your age. But you were both adults, so he supposed to some degree that status didn’t matter.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, to press a gentle kiss to your forehead in goodbye. But that was quickly dismissed with a quick shake of his head. He didn’t want to disturb you, and he thought it would be inappropriate for him to do so. So he closed the door to your room and left, but not before asking Yuji to give him updates on your condition whenever he could.

Even with Yuji giving him updates, Nanami was getting worried about your condition. You had apparently been in a state of limbo, in and out of consciousness for brief periods of time. You were in good hands though, he knew that the others at Jujutsu High would take care of you, but that didn’t make him any less worried. It had been three days since he had left you, and your condition hadn’t changed. It was now Thursday, and Nanami waited eagerly for Yuji’s text.

Itadori

She’s awake! She’s still a little tired, but she’s asking for you.

Nanami felt his heart stop, his eyes widening as he reread the text message over and over. A feeling that he could only determine to be elation consumed him as he replied to Yuji, grabbing his jacket and racing towards his apartment door.

I’ll be there in an hour, keep her company until I get there.

After what felt like hours, Nanami had finally arrived. Everyone was training, he could see Megumi and Yuji sparring in the middle of the grounds, Maki and Nobara were working on their techniques…

And there you were, engaging in a conversation with Panda and Inumaki. There was a small, tired smile on your lips, you were being polite and nodding along to what they were saying. But when your eyes met his from across the grounds, your eyes regained their enchanting sparkle, and you looked a lot happier.

He watched as you excused yourself, slowly standing up from your seated position and wrapping a small blanket around your shoulders before making your way over to him. He met you halfway, not wanting you to waste the energy you had just recovered on him. He smiled down at you as you stood before him, a sense of nervousness consuming him as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “H-How are you feeling?” He stuttered, internally cursing himself for the mistake in his speech.

You shrugged your shoulders, clutching the blanket closer to your body as you shivered at the cool breeze. “I’m still a little tired. Gojo has put me on leave so I can rest a little, but otherwise I’m doing alright” You replied kindly, giving him a kind smile. A moment of comfortable silence passed, as both you and Nanami enjoyed each other’s company. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I uh…I wanted to thank you, for what you did…” You spoke softly, your eyes falling to the ground as a small blush crept onto your cheeks “…You didn’t have to, and to be honest I’m not sure if anyone else would-“

“You’re my partner…” Nanami interrupted blatantly, his words causing your head to shoot back upward in shock “…I warned Gojo that we didn’t know what would happen if you exerted your power, and I wasn’t particularly happy that you would so recklessly put yourself at risk like that…”

He trailed off when he watched your expression fall, the sparkle in your eyes flickering slightly as your gaze fell to the space between the two of you. Nanami sighed slightly, extending his hand and hooking his fingers under your chin. He lifted your head up and stared deeply into your eyes, “…but that being said, the kindness you show people is rare these days, and in the short time I’ve known you, you would go above and beyond to help your friends no matter what the cost would be to you. I made a promise to protect you the first time I met you, and that isn’t going to change now. If you promise me to take care of yourself, then I’ll be happy.”

The sparkle in your eyes returned, glowing brightly as your tired smile widened. The blush on your cheeks darkened, but that didn’t stop you from nodding excitedly. “I promise, as long as you promise to let me heal you when you get hurt, and you can’t protest! If we’re partners, you have to expect that you’re my first priority when it comes to life or death”.

He should have expected that, you giving him a condition to your partnership. But nevertheless, he accepted with a small nod of his head, his stomach erupting in butterflies.

Three…

You dodged Nanami’s attacks, a grunt of effort escaping you as you flipped over to land behind him, bracing your wooden naginata for his next attack.

It came swiftly, he’d already wheeled around and was preparing to strike when you spun to your left. However, he had already anticipated where you were going to go and changed his direction of attack. Your eyes widened as you lifted your hands up to prepare for the blow, knowing that Nanami’s attack would likely send you reeling backward, or flat on your ass.

Nanami slashed with his short sword slicing the naginata completely in half, the force of his attack knocking you completely backward. You released a small shocked scream as you landed on your back, a sharp pained gasp leaving your lips as the air was forced from your lungs. As the dust from the training ground cleared and the stars dancing across your vision ceased, you found yourself staring up at the sky.

This wasn’t working. You had made the active decision to train and make yourself stronger, thinking that maybe this would help you manage your cursed technique so that you wouldn’t pass out as much or expend all of your energy. But so far, the only thing that had happened was that Nanami kept handing your ass to you again…and again…and again. Just when you thought you were progressing and feeling good about yourself, it was ruined by one small mistake.

You groaned and brought your hands to your eyes, balling them into fists to rub away the frustrated tears that threatened to fall. Footsteps crunched against the dirt, a shadow obscuring the sunlight above you. “Come on, again” Nanami ordered, likely extending his hand towards you to help you up from the ground. Your hands dropped to your sides, your tearful eyes glaring up at your partner as you sighed heavily.

“Tell me honestly…am I getting better?” You asked him, a small painful pang twisting through your chest. As you laid there, you waited for Nanami’s reply. He stared down at you through his glasses, you could see that he was deliberately thinking of a reply, or trying to craft it rather so as to not hurt your feelings. But he didn’t have to say anything, his hesitation was enough.

You let out a small whimper, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as you buried your face into your hands. You began to cry, your heart aching as you sobbed loudly. You felt so useless, what use was a Jujutsu sorcerer who couldn’t defend herself, or who was so weak that she could only heal a few people before collapsing from exhaustion.

You wondered what Nanami thought of you in this moment, practically curled into a ball and a complete sobbing mess. You must look so pathetic like this, but you didn’t care. Through your cries you heard the crunching of dirt once more, feeling Nanami’s arm gently brush yours as he sat down on the ground beside you.

The truth was, you were getting better, ever so slowly. You were making progress; he saw it on your last assignment together. You were holding your own incredibly well against a Special Grade spirit when he had accidentally left himself open to an attack, which left him incapacitated. He should have known better, but when he came to you were healing him, and the special grade was gone.

He removed his glasses, sighing lightly as he placed them in his pant pocket. He then reached out and took your hands in his, gently prying them away from your face. When your eyes met his, Nanami felt his chest tighten unbearably in sadness. Your beautiful (eye/colour) hues were bloodshot, the sparkle that he had come to love so much was non-existent now. You looked so sad, your bottom lip quivering as you sniffled softly.

His thumbs gently traced circles on the back of your hands, a gentle comforting motion that caused your cheeks to flush a bright pink and your stomach to do backflips. “You are progressing at your own pace, but I am seeing improvement from you Y/n-“

“I just feel so useless!...” You exclaimed, releasing a loud huff in frustration “what kind of Jujutsu sorcerer am I, if I collapse at the slightest use of my cursed technique? What kind of sorcerer am I if I can’t even protect the people I care about-“

You were suddenly silenced as Nanami surged forward, cupping both sides of your face with his hands and staring deeply into your eyes. Your eyes were wide, your body completely frozen as the distance between the two of you became smaller.

Nanami could feel his heart racing, a light blush forming on his cheeks as he spoke softly. “You are not useless, Y/n. Yes, your cursed technique is rare, and not much is known about it…but that’s what makes you extremely powerful. We don’t know the true extent of your power, but that is also the beauty of it. You have so much potential, but the fact that it takes such a toll on you physically means that we have to do this slowly so as to not hurt you in the process. You and I are in this together, and I am going to be with you every step of the way.”

The two of you were so close now, so close that of Nanami had closed the distance, his lips would have been on yours. And god, he wanted to kiss you. You did something to him that he just couldn’t understand, you made his heart race, he couldn’t think clearly whenever you were near. His stomach wouldn’t stop doing backflips, and his chest would tighten nervously whenever your hands accidently brushed, or when you hugged him, or when you smiled or laughed. It dawned on him then in this moment as he held you so intimately, that he loved you. His eyes softened upon this realisation, a loving smile forming on his lips as he watched your shocked expression fade.

You wanted him to kiss you. He was so close to you now, your heart was racing so wildly in your chest that you were surprised that Nanami couldn’t hear it. You had had a crush on him since your first meeting, that crush slowly growing into a deep and affectionate love when Yuji had told you how concerned Nanami was about your condition when Gojo had asked you to heal everyone before the exchange event. Your missions together only fuelled your love for him, and now that you were both in this intimate position, you wanted nothing more than for him to capture your lips with his.

But of course, the moment was ruined.

“Hey! There you two are! You both weren’t answering your phones, and I thought I’d find you here!”

Both you and Nanami instantly pulled apart, blushing furiously as you both turned to face the evil grinning face of Gojo a few feet away. You couldn’t stop the small laugh that left your lips as Nanami’s face instantly changed from a soft loving expression to a harsh glare, as he directed his annoyance towards your colleague with a sharp reply. “Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something-“

“If by ‘in the middle of something’, you mean staring dreamily into each other’s eyes, slowly leaning in and waiting for the other to make a move-“

Nanami jumped up from the ground in a flash, sprinting toward Gojo with an annoyed cry whilst the white-haired sorcerer screamed in fright. You shook your head as you watched the two of them run around the training grounds while you made yourself comfortable, folding your arms over your chest and crossing your legs as you waited for your partner’s return.

Four…

After deciding that the team needed a night out free of stress and cursed spirits, Gojo had invited everyone to a local bowling alley in the city. He had stated explicitly that it was a ‘compulsory team building exercise’, and so Nanami had no choice but to attend.

He would have preferred to stay inside his apartment, reading a good book and staying warm on this particularly cold night…or inviting you over and making you a nice dinner, like he had planned. But you had managed to convince him that it would be fun, you did remind him that he did have to work with the others and not just you, which he blatantly protested. But even still, he found himself entering the bowling alley a few minutes earlier than the agreed meeting time, his eyes landing on Megumi and Maki who sat at a booth by the wall.

He was a little dejected that you weren’t here yet, but he hoped that you would show up soon. He sat beside Megumi and watched annoyedly as everyone else arrived, even Gojo arrived before you, and he was usually late to everything. His phone vibrated on the table, alerting him to a new message. He lifted the phone to investigate who was texting him and smiled when he saw your name pop up on screen.

Y/n

I am on my way, I promise! I just got a little caught up, tell everyone I’m sorry and I’ll be there soon.

Nanami chuckled, replying casually and ignoring the fact that Yuji and Gojo were peering over his shoulder to see what he was smiling at.

Are you alright? It’s not like you to be late.

You didn’t reply, for ten minutes Nanami waited anxiously for his phone to alert him to your message. He was growing anxious and irritated, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed the door of the bowling alley. Every time it opened his heart leapt into his chest in the hope that it was you finally arriving, but he was left disappointed each time.

His phone vibrated again, Nanami’s attention immediately shifting back to the table as he snatched the device off the table before Gojo could grab it. Your name appeared on the screen again, a small sense of relief settling in his chest before it was replaced with panic. He had to reread the text twice, just to confirm that what he was actually reading was correct.

Y/n

Hey, sorry I didn’t answer. There was a cursed spirit on the train, nothing to major. I’m just down the street now, I’ll be there soon.

Nanami practically jumped out of his seat beside Megumi, with everyone shouting at him and asking where he was going. He raced towards the door, his worry and panic consuming him as his hand grasped the door handle. His mind raced as he threw open the door. Where you alright? Were you injured? He had to get to you, he had to make sure that-

As he opened the door, almost tearing it from its hinges, he froze in shock with his eyes widening in disbelief. You were standing before him, your eyes meeting his with a kind smile in greeting. His eyes examined your entire form from head to toe, searching for any sign of injury. But when he found none, the relief he felt was euphoric.

“Hey, I told you I was literally down the street. You didn’t have to come out and-“

Your words died in your throat as Nanami wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace and hugging you tightly. A blush formed on your cheeks at his sudden gesture, but you returned his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head against his chest. The smell of his cologne overwhelmed you, the scent of bergamot and leather, with a faint smell of vanilla that drove you crazy. You breathed deeply, releasing a long breath as you spoke softly “I’m okay, Nanami. I’m fine”.

He pulled away from you just enough so that he could peer down at you. With his arms still wrapped around you, he smiled down at you lovingly. The way your eyes softened, shining so brightly under the city lights. He wished he could have stayed in this moment, with you in his arms forever.

But once again, Gojo had to ruin it.

“Y/n! There you are, we were worried you wouldn’t show up” He teased, appearing beside Nanami and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. You gave Nanami a knowing smile, sensing his annoyance at the sudden intrusion, but you turned your gaze to Gojo and shrugged.

“I’m sorry, I got a bit caught up with something. I’m here now though, so let’s get this night started” You replied, feeling Nanami’s hold on you tighten when Gojo leaned his full body weight against him.

Gojo grinned, his gaze moving between the two of you behind his glasses sceptically. “Alright then! Let’s get you two kids inside, and we’ll get things started!” He announced, motioning with his head to follow him as he removed his arm from Nanami’s shoulder and disappeared back inside. Your eyes met Nanami’s once more, you could see that there was a small glare set onto his features, the reflection of the street in his glasses hiding his actual gaze. But when you pulled away from him and held him at arm’s length, his gaze moved back to you.

You smiled up at him, taking his hands in yours as your gaze flickered to Gojo’s retreating form and then back. “Come on, we should head inside. Gojo might lose his mind if he has to wait any longer” You joked, your words causing the man before you to laugh. Nanami shook his head, nodding in agreement with a short sigh “I suppose you’re right, I’m not promising that I’ll be any good at this though-“ “Oh, I’m terrible at bowling. We can both share in the embarrassment then” You joked lightly, grinning teasingly as Nanami chuckled wholeheartedly.

The two of you joined the others, and the night of chaos began. Gojo had decided to make it a challenge, splitting the group into two teams. Whichever team lost, they would have to buy the winning team ice cream. Thankfully, you and Nanami had ended up on the same team, partnered up with Nobara, Yuji and Panda, while the other team consisted of Inumaki, Gojo, Megumi and Maki. While they were uneven teams, you were getting your asses kicked.

You slumped back into your seat, sighing heavily as you folded your arms over your chest. This was the last round, and the other team was nine points ahead thanks to a spare from Megumi. It was Nanami’s turn, the last turn of the night. “You’re up Kento…” Gojo drawled, standing tall and confidently “…try not to miss”.

You really didn’t want Gojo to win, he would brag about it for weeks on end and would never let you hear the end of it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Nanami stood up from beside you, stretching out his arms as he made his way over to pick up the bowling ball. You grew nervous as you watched him walk up to the lane, his intense gaze focused on the bowling pins.

He lifted the ball and swung, allowing the ball to fall from his hand and roll down the lane at a high rate of speed. Your hands flew to your mouth as you waited anxiously, it was like the entire room had gone silent as you all waited for the impact. The ball made contact with the pins…and you watched in amazement as all ten pins fell over. And with that, your team had won by just a single point.

Your team jumped up and cheered ecstatically, while you rushed towards Nanami and practically jumped into his embrace. He caught you with ease as you wrapped yourself around him, holding your thighs securely he spun you around with a deep and happy laugh. “You did it! You won!” You cheered, laughing along with him as you leaned back slightly to stare into his eyes. You removed one of your hands from his neck, and gently removed his glasses before placing them in his jacket pocket. He looked stunned by your actions, a light blush forming on his cheeks as the surrounding bowling alley seemed to fade out of existence.

He wouldn’t lie to himself, Nanami had often thought about holding you like this perhaps in a more…intimate position. It made his heart stutter, his brain short-circuit. He was suddenly very aware of the distance between the two of you, or lack thereof really. All he could focus on was the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck, the sensation sending a rather pleasant shiver down his spine. He could have kissed you, he almost did. You looked so beautiful underneath the neon lights of the bowling alley, your eyes reflecting the colours in a dazzling array. The urge to capture your lips with his was strong, but then you both suddenly seemed to snap back to reality upon realising that you were in front of numerous prying eyes.

He carefully placed you back down on the ground, clearing his throat awkwardly as the two of you fixed your clothes with a few quick brushes. However, it seemed that no one seemed to notice the moment the two of you shared, as they had descended into a tense argument. Megumi had claimed that your team had cheated, while Yuji retaliated and defended your team.

You and Nanami turned to look at each other again, laughing quietly to yourselves as you both stood together, hands brushing one another’s as you watched your friends descend into a full-blown blame game.

Five…

“Are you seriously getting mad at me for this!?” You exclaimed, glaring up at the man before you in annoyance. Nanami huffed, his hands clenching into fists by his side as his anger grew.

Upon a sudden revelation from Sukuna, who Yuji had allowed to take over in order to deal with a rather difficult Special Grade spirit, he had taken a great interest in you when he first heard about your abilities. He was impressed, a healing cursed technique like yours hadn’t been seen in hundreds of years, since he was last physically alive, and not to the powerful extent that he could sense in you. He’d offered to help you master it, stating quite blatantly that if you didn’t and expended too much of your energy in one go, your cursed technique would kill you.

As it turned out, your cursed technique used your physical life force to heal a wound or injury. Because you were channelling it through your form, and not allowing yourself to draw on the cursed energy surrounding you, it was killing you every time you used it. It was still a very dangerous technique, Sukuna made the point of stating.

‘You wouldn’t want to die saving your dear, precious Nanami…would you?’

And now the two of you found yourselves here, in Nanami’s apartment arguing for the past half hour.

Nanami took a moment to compose himself, allowing himself to take a deep breath in and releasing it slowly, his shoulders rising and falling tensely. “No, I’m not mad at you…” He spoke lowly, staring down at you whilst trying to contain himself “…I’m more mad at the fact that you actually thought about working with Sukuna-“

“What else am I supposed to do!?” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out in exasperation, “You heard him, if I don’t learn how to use my technique properly, I will die. If he is the only one who knows how to master it, then maybe I should take that chance”.

“Absolutely not…” Nanami growled, his jaw clenching harshly “he wants something from you. You saw how interested he was when he met you, once he has taught you everything he knows about your technique, if he knows anything at all, he’ll force you into a pact, and I am not going to let that happen-“

“I want to be able to help people without collapsing after I heal a papercut…” You spoke firmly, your voice quivering as your hands balled into fists “I want to be strong, I want to be able to help everyone and myself, and I can’t do that with the way I am now”.

“You are talking about getting help from the most powerful and dangerous Special Grade spirit we know…” Nanami snapped, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare as his tone darkened “…you would be throwing away your life either way.”

“I want to be able to protect the people I care about Nanami, I want to be able to protect you…” You cried, the angry and frustrated tears falling onto your cheeks. You felt like he wasn’t listening to you. He didn’t know what it felt like to feel completely useless, to feel like you were only getting in other people’s way when you used your technique. If you used it in the field to keep someone standing, you were practically a deadweight afterward, completely tired and worn out.

You weren’t strong like Nanami, your cursed technique didn’t allow you to pinpoint a spirit’s weak spot and strike with deadly precision. You weren’t skilled in weaponry like Maki, nor were you able to fight like Megumi or Yuji. But protecting them, protecting Nanami…that is what mattered to you.

Nanami sighed heavily. He could see the frustration on your face, but you weren’t listening to him. Sukuna would use you until he got what he wanted. He would train you, yes, but then what? Nanami wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened, if Sukuna were to possess you and use your healing technique to his advantage. So Nanami shook his head, trying to maintain a calm composure so as to not completely blow up in anger.

“I don’t need your protection, Y/n. You need to focus on protecting yourself, and you need to go about it the right way”.

He watched your eyes widen in shock, the tears in your eyes freely falling onto your cheeks as your body trembled. The look on your face made his heart ache painfully, your bottom lip quivering harder as your gaze fell downward to the floor. The choked sob that escaped your lips broke him. Regret instantly settled in his chest as he watched you wipe your eyes, grab your jacket from the top of his kitchen counter, and slowly trudge towards the door. You didn’t say goodbye to him as you left, you merely opened the door and disappeared out into the hall.

A heavy weight hung in the air as Nanami sunk into the chair behind him, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. Tears stung his eyes, his chest aching as the heartbroken expression on your face imprinted on his mind. The one thing you wanted to do was protect him, and he had just told you that he didn’t need your help.

He cursed loudly, swatting at the decanter on the coffee table and sending it flying, the crystal smashing violently and the liquid inside splashing all over the floor. He slumped further back in his chair, breathing deeply as he tried not to cry himself. He’d hurt you, he’d promised to never hurt you.

He decided that he would call you later to talk, to apologise for what he had said. He never meant a word of it, all he wanted was for you to understand that he was trying to protect you from yourself. He would never let you make a deal with Sukuna, over his dead body. But first, he thought he should let the situation calm down.

An hour later his calls were left unanswered, his texts unread. He supposed that you had just turned your phone off, or you just weren’t speaking to him now. That didn’t stop him from staring down at his phone screen, desperately hoping that you would answer him sometime soon. That hour turned into two, then three and so on.

He went to bed, hoping that when he woke up the next morning there would be a reply from you. But it was now 1am in the morning, and he couldn’t sleep. Your silence was unnerving, it was incredibly unlike you. His mind raced, going through multiple scenarios of why you weren’t responding to him. It literally could be that you just weren’t talking to him. You were mad at him, and you had every right to be. But a part of him worried that maybe something had happened to you, that you had been hurt by some sort of spirit or you had expended your energy somewhere…and he wasn’t there to help you.

But he knew you were strong, you were more than capable of defending yourself. Of course you were, he had trained you himself. But he would continue to worry about you, he cared about you too much not to. He tossed and turned, becoming restless as he couldn’t get comfortable, sleep alluding him completely. A sudden thought crossed his mind, he should go to Jujutsu High and see you, apologise personally. But it was way too early in the morning, and he didn’t want to wake your either.

But he decided to do it anyway, your silence eating away at him. He got out of bed and dressed quickly, choosing for a more casual look than his daily suit before stuffing his phone into his jean pockets and exiting his apartment. He estimated that he would likely reach Jujutsu High a little before 2am, taking into account the traffic that would likely be in his way.

By the time he arrived, heavy raindrops had drenched his clothes. His hair was a mess, matted to his forehead as he skilfully and stealthily approached your room so as to not alert the guards. He was a bit surprised to see light coming from inside your room, but it allowed a sense of relief to settle over him as he knocked on your door gently. He could hear a faint shuffling sound from behind the door, his eyes watching as it swung open to reveal your form huddled in a blanket.

Your eyes widened, a short gasp leaving your lips as you frantically searched the hall behind him. “Nanami!? What are you doing here!?” You exclaimed in a hushed whisper, your eyebrows furrowing as you stared up at him in confusion. Nanami sighed softly “I…You weren’t answering your phone. I know you’re mad at me, but I wanted to apologise-“

“So, you came all the way here, at 2am in the morning, in the rain…to apologise?” You asked quietly, a light blush forming on your cheeks as you put two and two together. Nanami nodded, small droplets of water dripping from his hair and onto the floor.

“What I said, about me not needing your protection…I didn’t mean it. Knowing that you are by my side and using your ability to protect my life has made me realise that yes, being a Jujutsu sorcerer is extremely complicated, and these forces and techniques all work in mysterious ways, but I’ve come to love yours even more than the others. You are selfless, kind, and willing to risk your own life to protect the people you care about, though I would prefer that you didn’t. If you wish to speak with Sukuna and learn how to master your technique, then I won’t stop you, but I want you to know that no matter what happens I will not be happy about it, but I will stand by you and help you to the best of my ability.”

His words struck you with such intensity that your eyes stung with tears. Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you stared up at him with a soft and loving smile. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, your chest filling with such emotion that you just…didn’t know what to do. You surged forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him tight. You didn’t care that Nanami was soaked, or that your clothes were now damp, all you cared about was him.

Nanami instinctively wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and burying his face in your hair. He thought about pressing his lips to your skalp, a gentle kiss to seal his apology and hopefully gain your acceptance. He wanted you to know that he was truly sorry, and that there was more that he could do if his words weren’t enough-

All too quickly you pulled away, stepping back and taking his hands in yours and tracing gentle circles on his palms. “I’m sorry too, for everything. I’m not going to speak with Sukuna, I’m going to do this my own way…and I would like you to be there with me-“

“Of course, anything” Nanami replied quickly, your smile causing his heart to swell with happiness. With a small motion of your head, you spoke softly “You can stay the night if you want, I don’t see the point in you coming all the way here and then going all the way back. You’ll be getting back by like 4am-“

“Oh no, really it’s fine Y/n I-“

“Nanami…” You whispered sternly, giving him a stern playful glare as you shook your head “…I insist. Seriously, I have some of Gojo’s old clothes that might fit you-“

“Why do you have Gojo’s old clothes?” He asked bewilderedly, giving you a confused look as you giggled awkwardly.

“Oh! No it’s nothing like that I promise! When I first got here in winter I didn’t have that many warm clothes, so he gave me a hoodie and trackpants to keep me warm!”

“Uh huh, sure” Nanami teased, chuckling as you hauled him inside. You groaned, lightly punching his shoulder as you closed the door behind him “Seriously? Gojo is like an older brother to me, I’ll get you the clothes just shhhhhhhh!” You scolded, to which Nanami glared at you playfully. He smirked, taking the clothes from you and disappearing into your bathroom.

When he emerged, he saw that you had already crawled into your bed. You gently patted the mattress beside you, the blush on your cheeks deepening. Nanami knew exactly what was going through your mind, and without another word he crawled under the covers beside you. Your heart was beating so fast you worried that he might hear it, as the two of you settled in. With a small whispered ‘goodnight’ to each other, you both fell into a comfortable sleep.

Come morning, Gojo grew concerned. You usually woke up early and met him for breakfast, and when you didn’t, he knew something had to be wrong. He made his way to your room, knocking gently and waiting patiently for your reply. When none came, Gojo slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and his eyes widened in shock and awe.

You were lying in bed, tangled in Nanami’s arms! Your head was buried against his chest, with Nanami’s arms wrapped around you securely. The two of you were snoring softly, completely dead to the world as you shifted slightly, Nanami’s arms holding you closer whilst his chin came to rest on top of your head. Gojo snorted quietly, covering his mouth with his hand so as to not burst with laughter. He needed evidence that this happened, otherwise no one would ever believe him. Hell, he wouldn’t believe him if he wasn’t looking at this historic moment right now.

So Gojo quickly took out his phone, snapping a few pictures before exclaiming victoriously in a hushed whisper…that was until a pillow smacked him in the face. With a loud ‘oof’ he heard a stern voice growl “Delete that, or I will make sure you regret it”.

“No way Kento! I have been waiting forever to catch the two of you like this, I need evidence this happened otherwise people will think I’m crazy!”

“You are crazy!” Gojo heard you screamed, your voice loud and high pitched “Get out!”.

The glare that Nanami directed towards him was so intense that Gojo felt an overwhelming sense of nervousness consume him, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up on end as the familiar feeling of cursed energy hung in the air. Gojo shrieked as he left your room, phone clutched in hand as he laughed evilly.

The one time he did…

Finally, a quiet night in.

A night that was undisturbed by the sudden appearance of a cursed spirit, one of your fellow first years requiring your attention, or Gojo suddenly appearing from nowhere and ruining the peace.

Deciding to follow up on that nice dinner he wanted to make you weeks ago, when everyone went out bowling instead, he invited you over to his apartment so he could make you your favourite dish. You practically lived at his apartment most days anyway now, he didn’t mind though, he loved your company, and honestly wouldn’t have minded if you said that you wanted to stay permanently.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the kitchen, watching your huddled form on the lounge as your curled up with one of the books he was reading. He was already about halfway through it, but you had taken a great interest when he had explained the plot to you on the morning when Gojo had caught the two of you together. He watched as your eyes skimmed the pages, the way you unconsciously bit your lip as you tilted your head to the side in intrigue. They way you smiled when you-

“Shit!” Nanami hissed, the knife in his hand clattering against the stone-top loudly as he stepped backward away from the bench. A sharp stinging pain coursed through his hand, a strange warmth spreading downward as he lifted his hand up in front of his face. He cursed again at the blood that poured from the cut on his finger, immediately turning around to face the sink and run his hand under the water.

“Are you okay?” He heard you call out from behind him, the soft ‘thump’ of a book landing on the coffee table echoing throughout his apartment. Nanami winced as the water made contact with the cut, the stinging sensation becoming unbearable as he allowed the blood to dribble down the drain. “I’m fine, I just dropped something” he lied, bracing his other hand against the kitchen sink as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. The pain was becoming worse, he’d surely cut deep hence the amount of blood. He shook his head in annoyance, cursing himself internally.

Damn it, he’d ruined everything. The food was no doubt covered in blood, completely inedible. Just one night, one night where something didn’t go wrong-

Nanami watched with wide eyes as your hands suddenly appeared in his field of vision, reaching across him and turning off the tap. He stood practically frozen as you turned him to face you, taking his injured hand in yours and holding it close to your face to examine the cut on his index finger.

You pouted slightly, peering up at him through your lashes as you ‘tsked’. “Well, that was silly of you” You scolded, shaking your head teasingly while Nanami blushed a bright red in embarrassment. He cleared his throat awkwardly “I-It was an accident” He stuttered, feeling the weight on his chest lift as you laughed softly.

“I would hope so…” you replied calmly, placing his hand in-between both of yours as you closed your eyes “…I wouldn’t be very happy with you if it was intentional”. He watched in amazement as your hands began to glow, the blue cursed energy flame consuming both your hand and his. That familiar pins and needles sensation settled in his hand as he watched the cut on his finger close, the blue flame flickering out as the wound completely disappeared. His eyes flickered upward to watch your face for any sign of discomfort, waiting for any sign of fatigue that would indicate that you had expended too much of your energy.

But when you opened your eyes and released a deep and calm sigh, Nanami felt an overwhelming sense of pride consume him. Your eyes met his and you smiled, teasingly holding his hand up in front of his face “See? All better. Was that so hard?”.

Nanami chuckled, shaking his head at your playfulness. You had come so far with your cursed technique, it practically didn’t bother you that much anymore. The two of you had figured out why healing others took such a toll on you, and it was because your cursed energy was so potent that it often didn’t align with someone else’s. You had to attune yourself to their cursed energy, match its frequency, and then allow your technique to flow through them in order to heal them. It was harder for some more than others, with Nanami it pretty much came naturally to you now.

He examined his finger, still impressed by the fact that there was no scar tissue left behind. Your abilities amazed him, it always left him speechless. “So? How does it look?” You asked softly, waiting anxiously for his answer. Nanami shrugged, turning his hand over with a slight huff. “Eh”.

“EH!?” You exclaimed, your eyes widening in shock as you stood there bewildered “There’s nothing there anymore! What do you mean eh!?”.

Nanami erupted in laughter, pulling away from you and clutching his stomach as it ached. He watched as realisation dawned on your face, flinching away from you as you lightly began to punch his arm lightly. “Oh you ass! That’s not nice!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it…” Nanami replied, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he composed himself “the look on your face was priceless”.

He watched as you pouted, folding your arms across your chest as you turned away from him. He felt a bit bad, turning you around to face him again as an apologetic smile formed on his face. “I’m sorry, I was only teasing” He spoke softly, to which you nodded slowly.

You hummed a small reply, avoiding his gaze on purpose as he tried to get your attention. You looked at anything but him, and your teasing laughter was driving him insane. Your laughter grew louder when he grabbed your waist, pulling you against him so that there was no space between you. Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden movement, a bright blush forming on your cheeks as you stared up at him.

It happened all so suddenly as Nanami dipped down to capture your lips with his. You immediately melted into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands settled firmly against your waist. You found yourself being moved backward, your lower back making contact with the countertop as you were now effectively pinned between the counter and his chest. You moaned softly, your heart racing as your hands tangled themselves in his hair.

You had been wanting this to happen for months now, this kiss had been way overdue. A surprised squeak left your lips as Nanami’s hands moved down your waist to your thighs, not once breaking the kiss as he effortlessly lifted you up so that you now sat on the countertop. He moved to stand between your legs, one hand resting on your thigh while the other moved back to your waist. A pleasant shiver coursed through you as you inched yourself closer, a low groan resonating deep within the man before you as he deepened the kiss.

Eventually the two of you pulled away, breathing in much needed oxygen as you placed your foreheads together. Nanami so desperately wanted to continue this, months of pent-up feelings and emotions had finally amounted to this long-awaited kiss, and he wanted more. He froze completely as he watched your eyes fluttered open, your hands slowly tracing downward from his neck and grasping the tie around his neck.

“What would you say about skipping dinner? We could maybe do this another-“

Before you could finish his lips were on your again, your words dying out and your train of thought forgotten as Nanami lifted you into his arms and carried you towards his bedroom. You soon became lost in a tangle of limbs and sheets, the night becoming intensely pleasurable and one that you wouldn’t soon forget.

When Gojo visited the next morning, concerned at the fact that neither one of you were answering his texts or calls, he soon got his answer. Entering Nanami’s apartment unannounced, his bright blue eyes widened in shock and embarrassment at the sight before him. You were sat on the kitchen counter wearing nothing but Nanami’s favourite blue shirt as you turned to look at him over your shoulder, and Nanami was completely shirtless, glaring towards him in annoyance and rage.

Gojo had never left a room faster than he did that morning, not once looking behind him in case an angry Nanami was hot on his heels.

#kento nanami x reader #kento nanami #kento nanami imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk imagine #nanami x reader #nanami #nanami imagine

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shveris · 4 months ago

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my jjk headcanons, part 3

tumblr pls give me more colors

part 1

part 2

part 4

satoru’s favorite color can only be seen with the six eyes. he’s tried explaining it to his peers multiple times but it just left him frustrated and everyone else very confused like “wdym you can see different colour spectrums????”

modern!au sukuna calls the number on missing animal posters, imitates the noise of the animal that’s missing and then hangs up (he does the same with missing children ones, too, if he’s feeling particularly unhinged)

modern!au yuuji has a letterboxd account and his reviews are the funniest shit you’ll ever read

he does the same with steam game reviews, too, and at some point dragged megumi and nobara into his shenanigans as well

first year suguru said “eat the rich” and satoru asked “why do you wanna eat me????” (shoko cried tears of laughter). this is how suguru found out satoru’s a nepo baby

adult satoru brings nanami cds and vinyls from emo/alt/rock bands as souvenirs whenever he has missions abroad. nanami keeps telling him to stop but the first thing he does when he arrives home is listen to them

nanami is also who megumi got his taste of music from since nanami babysat the fushiguro siblings some times when they were younger

cult leader suguru calls shoko whenever he gets a serious injury and asks her to come over and heal it (she gets there as fast as she can)

quitting smoking was very rough on shoko but babysitting the fushiguro siblings and studying for her medical license was a great distraction

modern!au choso doesn’t have the tattoo/mark over the bridge of his nose, instead it’s just a huge scar he got as a kid during some accident

megumi likes listening to rain sounds while falling asleep

satoru’s a little (read: huge) nerd. his bookshelves are filled with lectures and studies about physics and math theories, documentations of all kinds of natural sciences, he keeps up to date with everything in the field and even peeked into biographies of big science people

despite satoru and suguru being very cat-coded, shoko is actually more of a dog person (how does she put up with them? we’ll never know)

nobara regularly uses megumi and yuuji to test out her new nail polishes. she’d wipe it off for them after but at some point neither of them cared anymore so the boys just run around with colourful nails some times

when we see sukuna eat popcorn and drink soda during his fight with mahoraga, it’s because he saw yuuji eat/drink all those things while he was in satoru’s basement. he got curious and wanted to try himself but we saw how that ended

an addition to the hc above, sukuna also has forgotten the flavours and textures of all kinds of foods. modern era foods would really mess with his taste buds because heian period food wasn’t particularly known to be as flavourful as it is today + they didn’t really use oil back then. sukuna would certainly be insanely overwhelmed if given a modern meal

this is not really a headcanon but also not canon because gege never specified it: only cursed spirits can see sukuna’s tattoos. there’s several indications in both manga and anime that humans & shamans alike cannot see the tattoos (correct me if i’m wrong) but in season 2 jogo’s inner monologue proves that he can see them. i’d like to think it must be because he’s a cursed spirit, which means all cursed spirits (or high ranked ones) are able to see the marks

when satoru held yuuji in that basement for two months, yuuji taught him how to cook because “sensei, you’re an adult. how do you not know how to make tamagoyaki??? we can’t order takeout twice a day!” (yes yuuji, he can, he’s gojo fucking satoru, he has a black card and swims in money)

yuuji is good at every sports, even the ones he’s never played before

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ackerfics · 1 year ago

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to the girls who are failed by the narrative: masterlist | jjk

enclosed here are stories of tragedy; of loving someone too much that his loss becomes your ruination, of waves of blue and black that threatens to wash your cheeks with the colors of summer, of curses trapping you in prophecies not even a red string can break, of unlikely saviours and damsels who fell harder for each other.

note: all of these are connected. every character has their own 'reader' (except for yuta). once we move on to the next character, the previous reader will be given a nickname. i am actually excited about this <5 consider this as my official comeback (?) here on this site.

my love is mine all mine — zen'in toji (later fushiguro) x reader

: 'the glorified womb', 'the heir bearer', 'the blessed flower of the jujutsu society' — they are just some of the titles given to the women of your mother's clan, and all of them eventually fell to you, the prodigal firstborn who has the misfortune of birthing someone who will be stronger than their predecessors. with the fate of someone's clan on your shoulders, there are only a handful of things told to you while growing up; be as demure as you can be, never open your mouth and squash your thoughts, sit with a posture befitting that of a lady wearing an invisible yet heavy diadem. but the one that rings the most goes like this: your only purpose in this world is to be a silent wife to a man who will give you the opportunity to carry the next generation of powerful sorcerers. you remember all of these as you walk toward zen'in ogi in your uchikake, the constricting material around your waist akin to the gripping hold of your cursed technique.

and in fate's funny little ways of fabricating legacies and stories, you forget them when you are spirited away by the man who always welcomes the coming of the seasons with you without fail.

chapters:

i: their redness talks to my wounds

ii: in our circle of green

iii: the answer will be an echo: why did you do this?

iv: coming soon !!

v: coming soon !!

to love and be loved is to rest — gojo satoru (w. geto suguru) x reader

: you knew you will never love gojo satoru, the godling that will make kingdom come if he so wished it, the moment he pushed you into a puddle of muddy water the day your older sister was announced to be engaged to the possible heir of the zen'in clan. with your new kimono drenched in brown splatters and your hair in disarray, the little white rat had the gall to cackle in front of majority of the jujutsu society. that was the day you vowed to always harbour hate for him. yet for some weird reason, gojo becomes a constant in your life — the only one to ever see you at your weakest when your sister abandoned you to become the next bride and the only one who promised to return your youth to you by being your semblance of normalcy among the decaying beliefs and elders of the jujutsu society.

you thought you will never know love until you met geto suguru and all his gentle smiles, warm demeanour, and weird fringe. and before you know it, your little world with gojo expanded to include geto, ieiri, and the colours of summer throughout the year. but summer will always fade away to autumn, a season that chills you to the bone and sets glaciers in your blood, its fingers promising change like no other.

because it was fall of 2007 that you wish you never knew what love is at all.

chapters: coming soon !!

except for your eyes, no blade can control me — fushiguro megumi x reader

: coming soon !!

[bonus] hearts be burned asunder with love — okkotsu yuta x oc

: it's a new generation of sorcerers and the flower of the jujutsu society truly lived up to her fate of carrying new heirs for a dying clan. from her union with the nefarious sorcerer killer comes a blessing and a festival; a shepherd of umbras in the shape of animal curses and the other an amalgamation of opposing energies.

the moment fushiguro matsuri first sung her pleas to the world, the shadows danced and the flowers tried reaching for a speck of light. and it is when she was finally swallowed by the mass of shadows that her twin brother first saw how cruel their part of the world can be.

it's november 2017 and a cursed womb has been spotted hanging like an ominous raindrop of cynicism above a remote forest near a clan compound. all sorcerers near the area are dispatched to the scene but fushiguro megumi has one request to his mentor (begrudging uncle), bring the first-year jujutsu high student he met a few months ago to where the cursed womb is. after all, okkotsu yuta is the only sorcerer megumi openly respects to save his sister and matsuri is the only person everyone expects to neutralize the queen of curses if the time comes for the sword to reap its harvest.

: coming soon !!

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circeyoru · 9 months ago

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This is a silly ask, but what about an imagine with Spirit of the Forest!Reader meeting Cursed Cat Alastor!

It would be quite cute or hilarious, like imagine Forest Spirit giving more attention to Cursed Cat Alastor than Alastor himself. The jealousy.

Or Alastor becomes cursed cat and revels in the opportunity to get more affection because Forest Spirit is closer to animals than humans/demons/mortals?

I hope this makes sense. And keep rocking, your posts are always a delight.

I'll keep rocking! But I have no idea how it's a delight for you guys. You guys really came out of nowhere! (not that I mind, of course)

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {The Spirit's Favourite Human}

It's been so long since someone mentioned this story!!!! AHHH! Someone still reads it!

Nice that you picked up this Reader/you are closer and more comfortable with animals. I'll add 'and nature' too, but it's more centered around your forest.

So 2 situations:

(1) Alastor and the cursed cat are different beings entirely

So you found the cat and thought it was Alastor in the beginning. What do you do? You patted it and brought it up into your arms. You spent a full day with it and started calling it 'Al' to differentiate the forms. It didn't mind so you did it. Then you questioned why Alastor took this form and it only made radio static version of a 'meow'. You thought Alastor was playing with you and just nuzzle it close to your face. Awkward moment came when the real Alastor came and you were in the middle of a cuddle session. You looked at the cat in your arms then at the frozen Alastor, repeatedly. "Why's there two of you?" Alastor yeeted the cat away from you and threatened to harm it. You were quick to defend it and explain how you got Al. Alastor was annoyed that you already named the cat, what's more was you calling it a short form of his name. This cat can't replace him! It took some time, but Alastor somewhat got used to Al and let it near you. He can't be with you all the time since he was a demon and being on Earth was draining to him if there was no contract. He understood that you were this affectionate with the cat because he really was very very much like him. Just don't put your attention on it when he's visiting you.

(2) Alastor turns into the cursed cat form

Now, he was being jealous (again) that you were talking to the birds and ignored his grand arrival. So he got in front of you and dragged your attention away from the winged creatures. Then right in front of you, he turned into a cat with his signature colours, eyes, those cute antlers, and that familiar trademark smile of his. You immediately cooed and picked him up, looking at him eye-to-eye with sparkles in your eyes. Cats were a rarity in your forest because it was more for staying indoors as pets of humans. Very very rarely, you get stray cats here and there, but never for long. You squeal and hug him tight, "You're so cute!" From then onward, to get you undivided and special attention, he turns into the cursed cat form. Even though you know it was the same human Alastor and demon Alastor, you just can't help but spoil this new cat form of Alastor's.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #alastor fanfiction #cursed cat alastor #The Spirit's Favourite Human

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professional-yapper · 9 months ago

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Aonung x Albino reader? 🙏🙏

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Aonung x Albino! Reader

Warnings: sunburn ig?, awkward Aonung (he can't flirt to save his life this is true James Cameron told me himself), teasing as flirting, the tribe they're from is giving cult x

"This is stupid, Vipka," you huffed, ducking under a branch as you followed your twin brother's ghostly figure closer and closer to the edge of the dark forest that your tribe inhabited.

"Don't be a wuss!" he called back, flashing you a sharp grin. "We might find something cool!"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, or we'll find something dangerous, get ourselves killed, and end up in the Nothing. Eywa's word is that we stay here, in the Dark, where it's safe."

Vipka rolled his eyes right back, bounding towards you, grabbing your arms and giving you a little shake. "That's what the elders say. If Eywa wanted us to stay here, she wouldn't have made me so curious about what's out there."

You gritted your teeth, but couldn't find a proper response to that beyond a muttered, "That's blasphemous." And you relented, following your stupid, reckless brother towards the edge of the forest.

Not that you were sure there even was an edge. After all, no one besides the elders actually knew. You and Vipka were only heading in the direction that the elders went in when they left the village for reasons you and Vipka weren't allowed to know.

It really could just be the forest, going on forever and ever, and you would keep going until you went crazy.

A silent prayer formed on your lips, to Eywa, who had cared for your people even after they had been foolish enough to burn their Spirit Tree down. All that was left of the centuries-old catastrophe was a charred old stump held in reverence.

Once, your uncle had whispered a story to you of tribes far away, where the sun shone brightly and their Spirit Trees grew strong, and they could even connect with their dead through the Trees themselves. It seemed fantastical to you, who had grown up knowing upon death your people would go into the Nothing and never be heard from again. Eywa's punishment for her disobedient children.

But after all... You wondered if it could be true. If you and Vipka walked far enough, would you find a tribe with no Nothing, with a Spirit Tree that grew and flourished and kept their ancestors safe?

You didn't know whether to hope so or not. Would you even be able to return home once the elders discovered yours and Vipka's disobedience? Perhaps Eywa would punish the tribe again. Maybe your family personally.

Once again you called for Vipka, but he ignored you and his pale, slender form disappeared into the trees, running now, fuelled by the adrenaline of doing something so forbidden.

Not that this was forbidden, just wandering through the Dark. But it wasn't really the Dark, anymore. The dark green of the foliage had bled away into a lighter hue, punctuated with bursts of colours. Flowers and plants and fruits that you shied away from, eyes wary as you picked your way through this new world.

You shielded your eyes against the strange light filtering through the trees, golden and hot against your skin, which was already taking on a queer pink tint that you recognised vaguely.

The elders were often this shade when they returned to the tribe. Vipka had overheard them calling it... the Burn?

You couldn't be sure, but you covered your flushed arms with your hands and kept going.

A squeal suddenly pierced the warm silence, and you froze, ears dipping and tail waving with brisk worry. "Vipka?" you called, taking a few stilted steps towards the source of the sound.

Another squeal, but definitely not Vipka. An animal of some kind. And voices. Loud, cheerful, calling to one another as they got closer, evidently following the squealing thing.

Hunters, maybe.

Not from your tribe, for sure.

You began backing up, preparing to turn and run like hell all the way back home. Vipka could keep going for all you cared, could be caught and eaten alive by the tribes beyond the Dark.

A large animal burst out of the undergrowth and you shrieked in fright, leaping back and colliding with something or someone, falling down in a jumble of arms and legs.

The animal veered away at your cry, thundering in a different direction.

"Damn!" the thing that had fallen down with you swore, shoving you off unceremoniously. "You scared it away, skxwang!"

"Fuck you!" you spluttered furiously, climbing to your feet and rubbing your lower back. You were angry. Fucking furious.

But then the strange Na'vi stood up, and you considered that it might not be a good idea to square up with him.

He was built like a tree. Broad and muscular and a weird shade of blue. Twice your size, at least. Could absolutely crush you into dust.

You didn't want to stick around and find out.

But before you could run, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back, staring at you hard with his weird pale eyes, dark curls plastered to his brow, entire body covered in sweat. "What are you?" he asked.

You shoved him in the chest, but he barely shifted, which was a solid blow to your ego. You were one of the stronger members of the tribe, and it scared you to think Na'vi of his size and strength were roaming wild out here.

Why would the elders ever come out here?

"You're one of those white Na'vi, right? From the deep forest on the other side of Awa'atlu?" he prompted, ears flattening as you kept quiet.

You stiffened. "How do you know that?"

"Your people- what do you mean, how do I know that? Your people come and talk with my dad all the time. You should probably cover up, by the way. You guys burn real easy," he added, tone almost friendly as he released your arm, seemingly realising it wasn't helping.

He knew? He knew of your people. He knew of the Dark. He knew the elders.

"But you're, like, my age," he continued, tilting his head. "I thought your people were all old and wrinkly. That's why you're white, yeah?"

You frowned. "Only the elders ever leave the Dark," you said slowly, wondering just how much you should tell this boy.

He chuckled, a surprisingly reassuring sound, even though he was holding a spear with the other hand. "What's the Dark? Is that what you call the place you're from?"

You nodded.

"So you guys don't see the sun much, huh?" he said carefully, glancing up at the blazing white spot in the sky above.

A swift shake of the head, and you didn't bother to follow his eyes. You could feel the sun well enough as is. Your skin felt flushed, hot, and it stung when you touched it.

Though the pink was a nice colour, you had to ask. "Is it poisonous?" you asked, trying to keep the distress out of your voice, running your fingers down your arm.

Another warm chuckle, and now he was looking at you with interest, which made your heart beat a little quicker. "No, you're just burning. Sunburn, you know? Cause you don't see the sun much-"

"Ever," you interjected briefly, stealing a glance above, at the great blue mass above you that went on forever, careful to keep your eyes away from the sun, though spots still danced in your eyes when you looked back at him.

He blew out a breath, curls jumping off his forehead briefly. "Okay. So you're from a freaky tribe where you've never seen the sun and live in the dark all the time, in the forest where the leaves are so thick the sun can't get through... What are you doing here? Did you run away?"

"Kind of?" you said, wondering what he was doing as he turned and scooped up a knife off the floor, then turned and started walking. Should you follow him?

"Are you coming?" he called back, gesturing for you to follow. When you caught up, he gestured for you to keep talking.

"I was following my brother Vipka. Leaving the Dark was his idea. He wanted to know where our elders go," you continued, tongue growing looser the more time you spent with this strange boy. Which might've been a bad thing. "Eywa cursed him with curiosity."

The boy nodded slowly, absorbing this. "And where's your brother now?"

"He ran ahead and I lost him," you shrugged. "But he'll turn up, either at your village or back home, if he gives up."

"I'm Aonung," the boy said briskly.

You told him your name, and he repeated it back to you carefully, grinning like it was an inside joke between you two.

"I'll take you home with me, then," Aonung shrugged. "My mother will know what to do. I- we can look after you till your elders return to my village." The tips of his ears flushed and you smiled, pleased with the sight, though you didn't know why.

"Sounds good," you hummed.

"Are all girls in your tribe as pretty as you?" he asked abruptly, looking straight forward as if scared to see your expression.

You blinked, then smiled again, wider, flushing, though you thought he probably wouldn't be able to tell since you were so 'sunburnt'. "Dunno," you chuckled. "I'll bring you home with me one day and you can see for yourself."

"I don't think they are," he said, glancing down at you and smiling, lips curling downwards.

"You haven't even seen them yet!"

"No, but I trust my gut," he said, slapping his abs with a proud look

"Oh, yeah? Was it your gut that made you run into me, too?"

"That- that was fate. Mother Eywa intended it."

"Or maybe Eywa cursed you with clumsiness. A deadly combination with how short-sighted you apparently are," you teased.

He gave you a little push, laughing. "Shut up! Why were you just standing there, is my question!"

You pushed him back, not bothering to put any effort into it, as the results remained the same and he didn't break his stride. "I've never been this far from home! I was taking in the scenery!"

"Taking in the scenery," he scoffed. "Take in this scenery." He got close to your face, which was probably meant to be intimidating but only made your ears drop bashfully, tail curling against your calf, suddenly shy as his nose almost bumped into yours.

He lingered for a moment, then seemed to realise his theatrics had gone wrong and backed up. "I mean- sorry, that came out wrong."

"No, it's okay, I like that scenery just fine too," you grinned, and he rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

"What?" you taunted, following him as he kept walking, more than happy to tease the hell out of him. "I thought you wanted me to take in the scenery!"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I'm patenting this tribe actually, this freaky albino tribe, because I want to write lore for it. Let me know if anyone wants to read said lore. Enjoy anon! I had fun with the world-building!

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hello, could you do a jude bellingham hot where he wins a final and has a fun night at the hotel with yn. please, kisses from Brazil.

thrill and adventure

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): mentions of drinking

summary: the one where they celebrate jude winning the champions league final by roaming around their hotel

author's note: hi anon, thanks for the request and sorry it took a bit long. i hope you enjoy this one <3

now playing: world on wheels by duckwrth ft. kyle dion

"Say cheese for me."

Looking up away from his phone, Jude noticed Y/N recording a video in the direction of the elevator mirror. His face lit up, happy and animated. Suddenly, the attention he had reserved for the person on the other side of his phone was long gone. For now, and like he always did, he let it fall on his first person, Y/N.

Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he exclaimed, "Cheese!" Seeing as it was a video rather than a picture, Jude let that happiness and animation express themselves through the video. He bared his teeth through his flourishing smiles, stretching the words as he spoke to his partner, waving his arms with so much spirit and throwing up a peace sign every now and then. He was doing the most and all within reason.

Jude had managed to win the Champions League final with his dear club, a win that now came before any other win, major or small, that he'd ever achieved before. The happiness, the joy, the relief, the satisfaction of winning—they were colourful and voluminous, so much more than he had ever experienced before in his career, in his life even.

It was all so overwhelming and the only right way to contain it all was to do the exact opposite; Jude would express all his caved feelings in the moment and let them out for everyone to experience for themselves.

Her phone long put away, she let her eyes fall on the medal Jude was wearing. "I'm proud of you, y'know," Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders, letting her sight move from his chest to meet his glance. He was already smiling at her when the two met eyes, only encouraging Y/N to laugh a bit as she felt her lips curve up. "I know I've already said it but I just gotta let you know one more time," they poked his chest a few times, "You played so well today, so well. You deserve this. All of it."

"Thanks Y/N, I know." Jude let himself be vulnerable, falling close and comfortable into an embrace with his partner, placing a kiss by the side of Y/N's head before leaning his head against hers, the two swaying to the kind elevator music and their shared laughter.

His words were said with clear purpose. I know you're proud of me. Y/N always let Jude know she was proud of him. By attending his matches, by sending him those last minute messages before he was to head onto the pitch. Never questioning his ability but rather building up his confidence and mood with just a few words, letting him know that he was a good player with every passing day.

I know I deserved this win. She always let him know he was destined for success; to the trophies, the love from the supporters, to the titles of the best or the most gifted. That his hard work wasn't in vain or just to pass the time, that Jude was doing the right things and taking the right steps in his career and he would see so much come through with time. After all, the passing hours were only the start of it all.

"But, but, but, but..." Pulling away from the embrace, Jude took off his medal and placed it around Y/N's neck. He continued, moving her hair so the medal could rest well. "I can't say I would have all of this if it wasn't for you." When everything was in place, Jude observed Y/N: her timid facial expression, the medal simply on her and just thought wow. Softly, he commented, "Look at that! It suits you so well."

It was unfortunate that Y/N's name wouldn't be included with all the names of the players that won today's match—Jude felt like Y/N had won the match with him and the team. He knew to recognise her for everything she had ever offered him, for all that she was. His motivation, his support, his happy days. All that energy she put in him, Jude always took that and put it into his craft and let that grow into the success Y/N was always talking about.

He had to give credit where it was due. It was all because of her, his dearest Y/N.

Observing the medal in her hand, she hummed, "So this is like a what's yours is mine type shit?"

Jude let out a loud laugh, shaking his hand. He couldn't forget, too, that she was his laughter and comedy unintentionally. "I guess so."

"If that's what you want. Speaking of, what do you want to do, like, right now?" Y/N offered the floor to Jude. It was his day, his night, his month, his season maybe. She knew he was on cloud 9. He should get to choose what they should do. Besides, if she didn't ask him, he would've taken the opportunity to ask her.

"I don't know really," Jude exhaled a small breath, scratching the nape of his neck. "I haven't really thought about it y'know."

His eyes fell on the elevator screen by the door showing the hotel floors slowly going up. Heading up to his hotel room, Jude came to realise that the two wouldn't actually have anything interesting to do other. All there was to do was sleep. And Jude could sleep, the feeling distant in his eyes but he didn't want to; the adrenaline from the match was still present and wouldn't allow him to sleep off any unnoticed fatigue.

He felt obliged to do something, to celebrate this massive win some more. And that, eventually, was something he wanted to fall back into once again.

Y/N watched Jude head towards the elevator buttons, confused. And it was only deepened when he halted the elevator ride. Frowning, they wondered, "What are you doing?"

"I say let's not call it a night," Jude said with a shrug, a playful look soon maturing across his face. "I'm pretty sure everything here is 24 hours. Let's just roam around the hotel and do whatever we can find to do."

"And do what exactly?"

Rather than stopping on their floor, they pressed random buttons and let themselves reach a totally random floor. And as soon as the elevator door opened, they ran and ran and ran. Wherever Jude and Y/N could place their feet, where there lacked deadends, the two found their way together. Without care, passing by people while waving at them, saying a rushed sorry or excuse me, some with or without meaning whenever they bumped into someone.

They were like kids, unhinged yet full of excitement and wonder for the thrilling times the two were sharing together. Running through the hallways and dodging as many bodies as possible, finding the main hotel kitchen to have all chefs confused by their presence. Running into the restricted areas that, suddenly, weren't so restricted anymore; taking the elevator every time their feet were about to give out.

And Jude and Y/N were fun with it all too. Every security camera they saw (or they thought was one), the two would wave as if they were communicating with security on the other side. Every time they heard distant footsteps, they would share a glance before running away in laughter and giggles like they were being chased, holding hands for dear life to make sure one (Y/N) wasn't lagging behind the other (Jude) as they ran around seeking thrill and adventure.

Roaming around the hotel brought the couple to the hotel bar, where Jude and Y/N found the drinks and the karaoke machine. And for some reason beyond what they knew, they preferred the karaoke machine; to sing a song and loosen up sounded good. The adrenaline was so high up, so high that a drink or two wasn't necessary to boost their confidence. Nonetheless, they chose to drink some anyways too.

Together, Jude and Y/N sang their songs; their favourite songs, the ones they could sing, the ones they couldn't sing, the ones the pair sang in private and only to one another. And it definitely felt like it, like they were the only ones in the room. 'Cause even though some of Jude's teammates were present too in the bar—enjoying the atmosphere and recording Jude just in case—that didn't stop the couple from enjoying themselves and feeling like they were the only people in the room.

To fall back into reality– to fall out of their high and hyperactivity– the two headed to one of the many indoor swimming pools. Seeing as they hadn't brought any swimwear with them, they chose to swim in their undergarments, Jude and Y/N mindlessly laughing as they watched one another undress.

Heading into the swimming pool, they chose to take it easy. Holding one another, resting on the shallow end because they had no real energy to swim. Just like the pool water, that want to sleep and cave in was slowly washing over them, surely but slowly. There was talk, but it was exhausted and strained. All Y/N and Jude wanted to do was celebrate—that was the only thing resting on their minds.

But from leaning on each other to not lose balance to almost dozing off on the pool floaties, they understood sleep was necessary at some point. It was time to pack it up for the night; the celebrations could start again another time.

Hand in hand—like they had been all night—a bit stiff and lagged in their walk, water carelessly dipping on the floor, the two together walked into their elevator. While Jude pressed the floor number in, Y/N took her place on the elevator floor, closing her eyes and exhaling low as her back got to rest against the wall. There was no energy between them; they could no longer hold themselves up without the help of each other.

She felt a presence relax by her side as the elevator began to go up. Opening her eyes, she turned to look at Jude to find him already wanting to catch her gaze. And they just laughed it off together, their laughter hollow and tired in the elevator. Nothing was necessarily funny, it was just a good way of getting past something that would've been embarrassing at the beginning of the relationship (which it was, particularly for Jude).

Jude inhaled through his nose, rubbing it a bit. The pool water was still having its effect on him. There was a small moment of silence before he mentioned, randomly, "I gotta listen to more Kehlani songs."

"Yeah?" Chuckling, Y/N leaned her head against the elevator wall. It was a fun time to witness Jude so out of it.

"Yeah, I do, I do," Jude nodded and sighed, letting his head rest against Y/N. "I really like one where she's all like I love you shawty, shawty," he sang, his drowsiness along with his accent pronouncing shawty like shaw-day. "That one's real cool."

"I know you like that song." From what she could remember, that was the song Jude was singing with the most passion and animation at the karaoke bar over others.

It felt like it took forever to reach their hotel floor. In reality, the elevator ride had only taken less than a minute. They had reached their hotel floor a long time ago. However, exhausted and slightly out of things, neither Jude nor Y/N noticed when the door had opened. They remained on the elevator floor, leaning on one another and engaging in simple talk. It was early in the morning; no one was awake so they felt no rush to get up.

And even if the elevator doors closed on them, it would be okay. Somehow, they would find their way back.

"Hey, Y/N," his partner hummed, her voice almost trailing away from him. "Thanks for today, for everything really. This," with his eyes struggling to remain open, Jude tapped his finger against his Champions League medal Y/N was wearing. "I wouldn't have it without you."

"It's okay, Jude. I know." I know you're grateful to have me. And she was right; that's just how it was. Jude was, indeed, grateful to have Y/N.

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