I Just Wanna Love, Live And Die My Way.

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

DO IT SLOW, FORGET THE TIME — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento + geto suguru

♱ warnings — f!reader, all characters written 22+, foreplay, cunninglingus, 69, m!receiving oral, teasing, pussyjob. / note. sob it seems like so long since i’ve written 4 jjk so here u go <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it’s intoxicating the way gojo presses you against the counter in the kitchen, mouthing along the column of your throat while two of his fingers trace and tease along the waistband of your panties.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you just an inch of what you really want — need, until you’re trying to inch him deeper with small little thrusts of your hips. every needy little movement makes him chuckle, low and long against your throat before he’s suckling kisses along the skin and pulling back to give you one of his more handsome smirks.

“oh, does my sweet girl need something?” gojo goads as he narrows his eyes at you, tracing his tongue along his lower lip and if he wasn’t so pretty you’d roll your eyes and push him off.

“i need you.” you gasp, it’s all you can offer with the desire that twists in your abdomen and the heat between your thighs, but he gives into you— as always. the first press of his fingers underneath your panties is deliberate, hard against the swollen bud of your clit as you grab along his shoulders.

“oh yeah? gotta make sure you’re ready f’ me, wouldn’t wanna hurt you, sweet thing.” gojo’s movements are intoxicating, every twist of his wrist makes you twitch as he rubs at your clit with two fingers, pressing kisses along your features with every pretty whine that drips from your lips.

“need more.” you’re so desperate, grinding up into his touch before he’s tracing lower and sinking his fingers into you, hissing when he’s not met with much resistance. every draw back of his hand is deliberately slow before he pushes back into you, palm pressing against your clit as he looks over you through the snowy peaks of his hair.

“oh, sound real sweet like this.” gojo grits and his cock throbs with every needy twitch of your walls around him because he wants nothing more than to feel you hug tight around it. your features break into something beautiful as he presses against the swollen spots inside of you, and you feel him smear wet kisses along your jawline as your head drops back to moan.

“hm, but i know you can gimme more, sweet girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

“fuuck, baby! feels so good, wanna cum.” itadori groans from where he’s got your pussy pressed against his mouth, messily dragging and rolling his tongue along your clit as his hips twitch into you. his arms curl around your hips as you sit on his face, facing away from him as you swallow and choke around his cock.

you can feel the way he’s already throbbing against your tongue, chasing his own pleasure as he draws out yours — your boyfriends always been a giver and you know he loves nothing more than the taste of you on his tongue. but he already feels so fucking close with the way your grinding down onto him as you push his cock deeper at the time, choking around the thick head until you’re pulling back to breathe.

“again, baby.. p-please.” itadori’s flushed and fucked out as his fingers twitch in your ass, dragging you along his tongue as his face shakes lightly between your thighs. he almost chokes when he feels you take a languid, slow handful of his balls before you squeeze — knocking the air out of his lungs as his next groan sends a sweet vibration through your clit.

it’s almost instinctive, the first slow roll of his hips when you wrap your lips around his cock again — pushing himself deeper as you open up your throat for the first thick push of him. you let him set a pace as he whimpers and whines beneath you, thrusting into the tight hug of your throat until you’re choking lightly around him.

it’s messy, the way itadori’s pace increases as he fucks his cock into your mouth, and it only seems to up his own movements as he drinks up everything you give to him eagerly — shamelessly slurping and smacking at your pussy between long, needy moans of your name.

“fuuck— feels soo good, please.. w-want you to cum with me, baby.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi feels like he’s in fucking heaven as you straddle his lap right now, rubbing your slick folds along the sensitive shaft of his cock as his hands almost curl into fists at your side. he feels dizzy with every press of your mouth against his, tongue pushing messy along yours and he thinks he’s might actually pass out.

“do you.. fuck—do you wanna go further or keep doing t-this?” he gasps, almost groans with the next intoxicating twist of your hips along his — your pace stuttering when his own instinctively twitch up to grind his cock closer.

“this feels good, is that okay?” you reply, pretty and breathy, and megumi can’t nod his head fast enough before he’s melting back into you. your pussy feels like fucking silk against the sensitive glands of his cock, he’s throbbing against your slick folds and you’re teasing him with the entrance to your tight walls with every draw back of your hips.

“t-this is good.” he finally manages to swallow before his hands are twitching into your sides to drag you along the length of him, every twitch and squeeze of your thighs around him only draws him closer and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough when he pulls you into kiss you.

it’s messy and breathless, soft pants and whines of your name buried in every twist of your lips as he thrusts up to meet your movements. megumi’s eyes almost roll back when he feels your fingers smooth through his hair before they twist in the roots to pull, making his pace stutter as he mumbles low and ragged against your lips.

“don’t wanna stop anyway, i-it feels too good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami thinks you look like a fucking angel between his thighs right now, suckling wet kisses up the sides of his cock as he throbs against your lips. it was normally him, the one getting lost between your thighs but he’d had a particularly long day at work and you were always so eager to make him feel better.

you give him a look from underneath your pretty lashes before you close your lips around the head and suck lightly, and he can’t help but let his lips part to groan — trying to ignore the warmth along his thighs that threatens to make him twitch.

every roll of your tongue along the thick shaft has nanami like putty in your hands before you relax your throat, pushing yourself deeper to take more of him as his palm rests gently on the back of your head. you choke and splutter around him the deeper you go and he feels his next exhale quake in his lungs with how good you feel.

“god, sweetheart.“ nanami groans, low and shameless as he lets his hand gently push your hair back from your face, letting him take in how pretty you look with your lips wrapped around his cock as a crystalline tear trails down your cheeks, but he catches it.

he feels you swallow again before he instinctively grinds his hips deeper into you, losing himself in the saccharine squeeze of your throat around him before you begin your slow, wet disconnect. your spit trails along the silky skin of his shaft and your lips are swollen but he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

nanami grunts as you return to suckling at the tip, swiping away the beads of precum that gather there as your hand pumps your spit along the length of him. the next press of his fingers is light as it rests against your cheek before he looks at you, sending you a gentle smile despite the way his chest rises and falls quickly with every ragged breath.

“you are so good for me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

“does that feel good, pretty girl.. yeah?” geto grunts from where he’s pressing deep between your thighs, his words a long, low drawl that makes you whine as he buries it into your slick folds. he knows it feels good, if it wasn’t obvious with the way your slick smears along his cheeks and chin, mixing with his own spit as he gives your pussy another greedy slurp.

he gives you a handsome smirk when he pulls away to raise a brow at you, urging you to answer his question as he lets two of his fingers trace through your folds to spread you lewdly. “can’t hear you..” he slurs, half-hormone drunk on the saccharine taste of you on his tongue before his eyes leave your pretty pussy and are back on you.

“mhm! feels good, sugu.” you gasp and you can tell geto’s pleased with your answer when he buries himself back into you, humming like he’s convinced with the next mindless roll of his tongue along your clit.

“fuck— i love when you call me that, princess.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone when you feel his large palms press against the underside of your thighs, pushing them closer to your chest until you’re spread out and on show for him, but his sharp gaze still remains looking up at you.

“come on, tell me you’re my pretty girl.” geto groans, teases as he smacks and mouths at your pussy, pushing his tongue past your twitching hole to seek out more of you. every pulse of your walls around him makes his heavy cock throb against the mattress before his fingers twitch in the skin of your thighs.

everything about him was dangerously intoxicating, and you already feel so close with the way he’s working your body — making you melt into the mattress with every roll of his tongue along your sweetest spots. “im—im your pretty girl.” you gasp, so wound up and geto pulls away to give you another smirk before he’s leaning down and pouting his lips to let his spit smear along your clit, cleaning it up a few moments later with another pleased hum.

“mmm, yeah you are. real fucking pretty.” 

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Timeskip! Shiba Taiju

Bonten! Akaashi Takeomi

Bonten! Haitani Ran

Toman Timeslip! Hanma Shuji

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Biker! Sukuna

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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

06. kamo choso

the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. been real busy with school even if it's just my first week so this is unbeta-ed and may contain typos/grammatical errors. still, hope you enjoy!

(word count: 5,605)

(previous chapter)

"Can we see you do your wiggly-woos? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

This was his third time asking you today (and probably the hundredth time ever since you'd disclosed your powers). You rolled your eyes, "No. You'll just distract me, Satoru. And I need all the concentration I can get to remove the curse on Tsumiki-san."

With that, you shut the door in his face.

"But the wiggly-woos..." the blindfolded man pouted, pointing at a certain duo. "... Why is it that only those two can see it?" (By those two, he meant a still-awkward Suguru and a smug-looking Toji who were amongst those outside the room).

Nanami, who had grown tired of his constant whining, smacked his head and dragged him to a chair by the windows, where a napping Yuuji was seated. "Sit down, you idiot. Let her work in peace."

"Aww... and why can Megumi-chan stay in the room while I can't!?"

"That's because Megumi-kun's more behaved than you and won't keep pestering me!" you shouted from the other side of the door.

"..."

Silence. Finally.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

An anxious Megumi paced around the room, glancing at his comatose sister every once in a while. You hadn't done anything yet—and he's never seen your powers—but the first thing you did was place your hands on his shoulders, stopping him and assuring him.

"Megumi," you started, smiling at him. "Keep your thoughts down, m'kay? They're... getting kind of noisy in here and I can't help but hear it." You tapped your temples.

He averted his eyes guiltily, aware of your weird telepathic abilities, "... Sorry."

"Don't be, I understand why you're feeling this way." You patted his surprisingly soft hair, positioning yourself on Tsumiki's bedside. "Besides, she's your sister. I get it."

"..."

Noting that his brain and his mouth had gotten silent, you were about to begin extracting and breaking the curse when Megumi spoke again.

"You had a sister, too?"

You paused.

For five seconds, you paused. Numerous memories came rushing back to you. And then you slowly shook your head, a fond smile on your face as nostalgia came over you. "Maki-chan and Mai-chan... they're twins, hm?"

He blinked, not understanding, "Y-Yeah."

"I'm a twin," you quietly shared, staring at your wrinkled hands, stretching the fingers out. "I had a brother."

Had. That was the sole word Megumi noted. And with that look in your eyes, he could tell that your brother most likely had passed already. You had a brother. You were a twin.

"Ah."

You glanced at him, changing the mood, "Don't worry, Megumi-kun. You won't be losing Tsumiki-chan anytime soon while I'm here. I'll save her."

And you did.

Megumi watched with wide, fascinated eyes as wispy tendrils of crimson and black emerged from your curved fingers, entering his sister's temples. Slowly, but surely, that mark on her forehead dissipated. By the fifteenth minute of whatever magic you were doing, the cursed mark had completely vanished.

Within thirty minutes, Tsumiki had opened her eyes.

Megumi had never been more thankful to someone in his life. But for a moment, he saw the look in your eyes when he reunited with his sister. It was all joy and goodwill, only with the barest hint of melancholy.

The only other person who noticed it as you retreated into a corner of the room was Nanami. He wondered why you had that same weary look you wore when he spent dinner with you all those years ago, but didn't question it. Maybe Geto and Toji noticed, too—at home, you'd have brief bouts of strange sadness sometimes, yet they would never last for more than a a few seconds.

Majority of the time, you were all smiles and a ball of sunshine who just loved what she was doing. They never knew. Perhaps they would have seen the extent of your grief if a cursed spirit could grow and attach to you.

Yet even you could not control their fear.

Only your own.

"Momma?" You were broken out of your thoughts as Yuuji, now awake, approached you. The others were a bit too preoccupied with Tsumiki's awakening. "Are you okay?"

You hummed, "What do you mean, darling?"

"You've been staring into space for like, ten minutes..." the pink-haired boy frowned, observing you carefully. "Was using the wiggly-woo magic too hard on you? Do you need to rest, Mom?"

You shook your head, catching a glimpse of the for once-smiling Megumi and his sister speaking. Gojo was with them, talking, and right behind Gojo was Toji—murmuring in a surprisingly soft voice to his stepdaughter.

Over the course of a few weeks, Megumi and Toji really did try to mend their... broken relationship. Now that Megumi knew what his dad had been—an assassin-for-hire—he could somewhat understand why he had to leave their family. It may have been selfish, but he realized that Toji may have done it for their safety, too. So they tried. They really did try to make things work.

Gojo and Geto—who was seated beside Nanami, also watching everything unfold—were also in the process of reconciling (you'd practically teleported them to the KFC where they broke up and made them stay there for one entire day). After everything that happened to him with Kenjaku, Suguru no longer had much of an aim in life like he did when he was alive. Killing all non-jujutsu sorcerers seemed to be out of the question now. Seeing your power with his very eyes—and you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer—made him realize that there were lots of powerful things out there he didn't know. Things that were out of his control.

Geto and Toji were content just tagging along with you, helping around in your shop and living a much more peaceful and rewarding life.

Finally, you answered Yuuji after a moment of thought and kissed his forehead, hugging him. "I'm okay as long as all of you are okay, sweetie."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

He had no clue how you fucking did it. You, the elderly woman who owned that nice shop he and his schoolmates used to visit when they came to Tokyo. As far as he knew, you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer.

Hell, you didn't even have a single ounce of cursed energy.

But here he was, in a perfectly healthy body. His Heavenly Restriction was gone, too, but even with his lessened amount of cursed energy in this much more perfect body, he still had enough of it to remain as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

Kokichi Muta had no idea this was possible.

"Anything's possible, dear," you spoke up, leaning on the walls of the enclosed room. He flinched. Did you just—"Yes, I can read your mind, too."

"What are you, Y/N-san?" Mechamaru's puppeteer asked. Never in his life would he have thought that you had such hidden... capabilities.

You shrugged, "Well, I'm definitely not a jujutsu sorcerer, that's for sure. A sorceress, yes, but not in jujutsu."

"Why... Why did you heal me?" Kokichi didn't understand.

"Well, I heard you were being a spy to one of our enemies," you drawled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you. All I want is to eliminate that man and his underlings."

Kokichi realized that you knew. "She knows," he thought to himself. "About Geto and that Mahito."

"I do know," you chimed in, reading his thoughts again. Plus, you were already somewhat aware of might happen to Kokichi given the vision you'd seen before. This guy had undertaken a Binding Vow and would then try to kill pseudo-Geto and that damn Mahito.

He would fail. He would die.

"You... do?" he asked.

"Yup." You nodded. "But where you're wrong about is Geto-kun. The real Geto's soul is with me, actually. There's just another sorcerer impersonating him and using his body for those plans of his in Shibuya."

"Did—Did you read his mind, too?" Kokichi mumbled. "Like what you're doing to me?"

"I did, but I didn't mean to, in all honesty. But my powers... my magic warned me of something suspicious," you shared to him. "And I saw a premonition. One that could change the fate of not only jujutsu society, but the entirety of Japan and this world, too."

"Is that why you helped me?"

Once again, you nodded. "In the premonition I saw, you were going to die fighting that curse, Kokichi-san. And countless more will, too. I'm just trying to prevent another massive disaster from happening."

You turned around, about to leave, when he called your name, "Wait! Wait, please, Y/N-san!"

You glanced back at him, "Yes?"

"What... What do I do now, then?" he pleaded desperately. "If I die, the Shibuya Plan will still continue, right? So what do I do!? What can I do to help?"

"Go back to your friends." You smiled. "Turn yourself in and tell them the truth while it's not too late. Don't have any regrets."

"... And if they ask me how I got this body?"

"Hmm... tell them that the witch who lives in the outskirts of Tokyo helped you." Before he could even blink, you were already gone. He stared down at his new body, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.

"Witch...?" he whispered to himself, still unable to fathom everything that's happened. "The witch who lives on the outskirts of the city. Huh."

All of a sudden, you reappeared in front of him, making him flinch.

"Almost forgot to tell you!" You snapped your finger. "That Miwa girl likes you, too. Shoot your shot, sweetie!"

He blushed. Satisfied with what you'd done, you vanished again.

Mechamaru would later on come clean to his schoolmates and confess to a blue-haired girl his true feelings for her.

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

Just a couple of days afterward, you made your visit to one of the remaining Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. You didn't want a fight, so the instant he was able to detect you, you immediately used your magic to restrain him. Now, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring daggers at you.

"Who—what is the meaning of this!? Let me go, woman!" he snarled, trying escape and use his Blood Manipulation on you but to no avail. Calmly and fearlessly, you crouched down to his level.

"You are Choso-san, am I correct?"

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn't respond to your polite question.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I'm sorry for your loss," you murmured, feeling his sorrow. "About what happened to your brothers. Their names were Eso and Kechizu, right?"

Choso practically growled at you. To him, you weren't even worthy of saying his brothers' names. Not one bit. A worthless human. Other than that, who were you?

"Shut up!"

You were undeterred. "It was my adopted son, Yuuji, and his teammate who took your brothers down."

At the revelation, Choso nearly saw red.

"You—"

Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. "But after seeing that man's mind, I found out something quite interesting about my Yuuji-kun," you told him honestly. "Did you know you had another brother aside from Eso and Kechizu?"

His eyes, which had been thin, angry slits, widened into the size of saucers. "What nonsense is this!? I don't have any other brothers!"

"Yet Noritoshi Kamo's memory says otherwise," you sharply replied, tone colder this time. "That fake Geto Suguru, Noritoshi Kamo—they're all one person. All of them are him. That ancient sorcerer Kenjaku. That scumbag of a father who impregnated your mother has a Cursed Technique that allows him to keep transferring his brain to different hosts throughout the centuries. Before Geto Suguru was a woman with stitches on her forehead. That woman was the biological mother of Itadori Yuuji, my adopted son."

"Lies!" Choso shouted, attempting to claw his way out of your magic. It didn't work.

"I don't know what to do except show you what will happen if you keep following that fake Geto Suguru and his band of curses," you said, eyes glowing red as you entered his mind, allowing him to see the events of the Shibuya Plan and the Culling Game.

In real time, it was only a few seconds. However, Choso felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime in the vision you'd shown him. He saw himself fighting and nearly killing the pink-haired boy who had killed his brothers. He then saw himself screaming in agony at what he'd done, seeing a memory he hadn't experienced before.

That Itadori Yuuji laughing and conversing with him and the now-deceased Eso and Kechizu.

"Normally," your voice cut through the haze in his mind. "I'd use mind control on my enemies. It's part of my magic and my skill set. In this world and in your terminologies, you could say it's... my Cursed Technique. Or something like that. But I don't use jujutsu, Choso-san. And I'm not going to force you into believing what I showed you." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I am a mere stranger to you, after all."

Panting, he relaxed in his restraints. When you noticed that he was no longer sure on whether or not he should attack you, you released your magical hold on him with a flick of your wrist.

"I... Who are you? What are you?" he exhaled heavily, still in disbelief.

Lately, you've been getting those questions a lot, huh?

"I'm an orphan, a widowed woman, a mother who's lost her children, and also a sister who lost her brother," you sighed out tiredly, flopping on the ground and sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. You weren't sure why you were telling him this, but the past few weeks have been pretty difficult to bear. You needed to rant. This Choso guy seemed like he'd listen. "Some people call me a miracle, others call me a murderer. They say I'm a weapon of mass destruction—which I now agree with—a harbinger of chaos, and well, people used to know me as a witch, too."

The half-curse, half-human had no idea how to react to your statements. Was this... too much information? Choso was a little confused.

"I don't care about all those titles anymore, though." Huffing, you fully laid down on the floor, back flat on the ground, an arm over your eyes. Sleeping for a month would feel nice after you finished ruining the Shibuya Plan. Maybe you'd visit the Maldives of this world. Or Bali. A vacation. You could even drag Nanami to Malaysia with you, if he was willing for it. "I'm now perfectly content being a retired grandma owning a shop. It's given me peace from my constant grief, for the most part. Yuuji-kun was one of the things that brought me joy when I moved here. He still does, although that damned Sukuna ruins the moment so much... I swear to God I'll turn him into a frog the next time he hurts Yuuji..."

Choso blinked. Turn Sukuna into a frog? You could do that? More importantly, why were you so open towards him? Talking to him like that and sharing random stuff about your life to him? He'd never met a human as weird as you before.

"What... are you doing?" he inquired. After seeing that vision and listening to you rant, he strangely felt compelled to not fight you anymore, even if he wasn't sure if he could trust that premonition you showed him or not.

"I am resting my eyes, sweetheart," you exhaled softly, relishing the darkness. For a moment, his cheeks turned pink at your pet name. "Resting. My. Eyes."

Clearing his throat, he stared down at your elderly form lying down on the floor, "Why are you resting your eyes, lady?"

"Because that awful Kenjaku you're following around is going to ruin so many innocent people's lives and I still have to fix it, dear," you replied tiredly. "But I have to do it, or else something worse will happen to the people I love. And if that happens again to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to wreck another universe again."

"... Wreck another universe? What do you mean by that?"

You uncovered your eyes, lifting your arms. "Can't explain it, but long story short, your world is just one of the countless worlds and dimensions that exist out there."

Choso was even more befuddled. Who the hell were you, really?

"I already told you my name is Y/N L/N," you muttered, hearing his thoughts. Again, Choso was puzzled. You seemed like you were spouting gibberish while also sounding a thousand percent rational. And did you just read his thoughts?

"Yes. Yes, I did," you plainly stated. Standing up and brushing your clothes off, you handed him a business card.

Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries.

"That's my shop and my address, hun." You smiled at him. "If you do decide to believe me and leave that stupid pseudo-Geto-Noritoshi-Kenjaku-brain thing, I'll be there. Maybe you can meet Yuuji, too. He was really regretful about your brothers, you know."

At the mention of his brothers, Choso's mood dulled. You quickly noticed it, sadly smiling.

"It doesn't get easier. The grief, I mean," you uttered. "Years have passed since my twin brother died, too, and until now it feels like half of my soul died with him. And I thought that the only thing that would bring me comfort would be to see him again."

His crestfallen eyes turned toward you, yet he didn't speak a single word.

"I felt like I was drowning in my sadness for weeks on afterward, until..." You halted, remembering that core memory of yours with Vision. Perhaps the moment you fell in love and hadn't realized it.

You hadn't realized the half-curse was waiting for your answer until he prodded, "Until?"

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head. "It was my late husband who told me this when my brother died. He wasn't exactly human, too, so I was surprised when he told me this. It changed my perspective about my losses."

He looked at you expectantly.

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" Your eyes looked glazed with so much—maybe even too much—emotion. "Up to this day, I haven't moved on from all the people I've lost. I don't think I ever can. But the only thing I did was learn to live through the pain. Over time, we grow around it, too."

"Live... through the pain?" The concept seemed foreign to Choso, even if he was a hundred or so years old. "Grow around it? How?"

"Everyone goes about it differently. Me? It's why I'm in retirement, owning my sweets shop, serving customers, making people happy, and picking up some stray souls and giving them a second chance in life, all that," you chirped, sharing to him your experience. "I'm sure you'll find your own way, Choso-san. I just hope that it's not with that stitch-face and crackhead fake Geto. Wherever it is, I pray you find your peace."

At that moment, your phone rang out of the blue, making you sweat-drop. "Excuse me." You checked it. It was Toji. Huh. Normally, he'd only call you if he suspected you were going home a lil' too late. But it was like, 11AM.

You picked up. "Hello, Toji-kun?"

"Yeah, uh, Gojo and Nanami are here in the shop. Itadori and my kid, too," he said, sounding a bit concerned. "You need to get back here, ASAP."

"Oooookay, but they visit almost everyday now. What's different?"

"There are also these two weird guys looking for a woman named Wanda. Foreigners, from the looks of it. Definitely not Japanese."

Oh shit.

The phone was given to Geto, who spoke, "Y/N, these guys look pretty shady. Need us to take care of it? None of our customers are named Wanda, though, as far as I know." His next comment was a murmur to himself. "And what the hell are those costumes.... who wears a freaking cape in the middle of the day, what are they? Cosplayers?"

You instantly replied to Geto, "Tell them to wait. And let them sit down there. Can you speak English well? I'll be right back."

"We'll just force blondie to be the one to talk to them," Toji stole back his phone from Geto. "Oy, Nanami! You were a businessman, right? Tell them to wait in English."

An audibly loud sigh from your favorite ex-salaryman could be heard nearby, "Fine. I'll talk to them."

Hanging up, you turned back to Choso, who seemed like he'd been listening to your conversation.

"One of them... why did he sound like Geto?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Like I said, dear, I rescued the real Geto's soul. He's with me now. That fake Geto you're following? The one banding together with those cursed spirits? Yeah, he's an impostor." You pocketed your phone. "I'm sorry, Choso-san. I must go now." You smiled at him, wrinkles accentuated by how bright and genuine your smile was. "I do hope you find your peace. Bye, hun!"

Poof!

You had teleported away.

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The moment you poofed back into your shop, there were many eyes who watched your movements. Two pairs of those eyes were from a certain duo whom you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Those two people in capes were about to speak and greet you when you approached them quickly, switching back to English after who knows how long.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked worriedly. They briefly hugged you, patting your back.

"Greetings, Wanda... well, it's an emergency," Loki answered, seeming like he hadn't slept in days. "We rushed here as soon as we could."

Stephen looked the same, "It's a... very important emergency."

Your brows furrowed. "What? What is it? Do I have to go back—"

Both of them shook their heads.

"No, you don't," they chorused. However, instead of telling you what the emergency was, they ended up just staring at you.

"What?" you demanded. They were just standing there.

"Why are you an old woman?" Loki blinked. "Has it been an actual thousand years since we last saw you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'm in retirement, remember? I wanted to look the part."

Loki and Stephen shared a look, finding some sense in your logic. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. We're not going to mind that."

You rubbed your temples, "So, the emergency? What's so important you had to come this far to actually see me in person? Could've sent like, a magic email or something."

Loki huffed, "This is too important of an issue to be sent over email."

Meanwhile, the other men in the opposite corner of the shop watched your interaction.

"I understand nothing about what they're saying," Yuuji pouted. "Who are those two, anyway? Are they Momma's friends?" (In his soul, Sukuna was watching, too, eyes narrowed at the two strangers who came to visit you.)

Gojo popped a macaron he snatched from the display into his mouth, "Seems like it. They hugged."

"Are... those guys the sons she was talking about before?" Geto muttered, squinting. "I don't see a resemblance, though."

"I don't either," Toji interjected, shoving a sandwich into his son's hands. "But they do keep saying emergency. Kid, you gotta eat. It's past twelve."

Megumi begrudgingly ate the sandwich his dad gave, also curious as to why two weird men in capes were talking to you. After what you'd done for Tsumiki, he was in your debt (and also quite fascinated with your powers).

Nanami, the only one who could understand and speak fluent English because of his extensive experience working at a company, unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation carefully. Why had the men called you Wanda? Was that your English name equivalent or something? Aside from the emergency they kept mentioning, they also asked why you were an old woman? And magic email? What?

"The Darkhold's gone, Wanda," Stephen quietly muttered.

The revelation made you still.

"You... lost... the Book... of the Damned...?" At first, it was a whisper, but then your voice began raising in volume, alarming your other friends in this world. "You lost it!? How? Why?"

Toji gestured his head towards you while addressing Nanami, "What's she saying? Why does she sound panicked?"

The impromptu translator frowned, "They're talking about something called the Darkhold."

"Book... of the Damned?" Yuuji and Megumi tested out the English syllables on their tongue.

"Stephen, how could you lose the Book of Sins?!" you exclaimed, aware of the dire consequences. "The last time we got the Darkhold involved, the Multiver—"

"I know, I know," Stephen muttered, feeling a headache coming up.

"And it actually wasn't lost... more like stolen, we found out," Loki grumbled.

"Stolen? By who?" you questioned.

"Probably by a demon from the Hell Dimension," Dr. Strange answered.

"And why did you drag me into this?" You calmed yourself.

"Because you're the only one who bent the Darkhold to her will and mastered its contents. We need your help," the Sorcerer Supreme replied. "And uh, we're not fully sure, but traces of it are in this universe. We've come here to this place before a thousand years ago chasing another demon. The same thing might be happening again."

God, your retirement was really going to shit now, wasn't it? First it was Yuuji becoming Sukuna's vessel, and then getting involved with the Kenjaku situation, and now another problem from your home universe had arisen.

"Okay, fine. I'll help," you sighed, before noticing that the other guys in the café were trying to understand your conversation. You leaned closer to your fellow magicians from your original universe, whispering so that Nanami wouldn't hear, "I'm kind of pre-occupied with another issue here in this place, though."

"What do you mean?" Loki blinked.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've got everything under control," you assured them.

The God of Mischief and the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. "You know, the last time you said that," Stephen cut in. "Was in the Westview Anomaly. It's quite concerning."

"You sure you don't need any help from us?" Loki asked. You nodded.

"Mmhmm. And if I do find that demon from the Hell Dimension here, I'll be sure to take care of it and bring back the Darkhold."

Loki and Strange shared a look, "Alriiiiight. We'll keep looking in the other dimensions."

"Good."

"You know," Loki added, an impish glint in his eye. "Old age suits you."

You slapped his arm, chuckling, "Go!"

With that, the Dr. Strange used his Sling Ring to easily open another portal back into the New York Sanctum. They waved goodbye to you before the golden-orange portal closed.

When you turned around, the men of this world that you'd befriended were gawking. You nearly forgot they were there.

"What the hell was that?" Geto mumbled, wiping dry a mug in his hand with a towel.

"Magic, probably," Toji commented, resuming his task of wiping the counter. Out of everyone, he was the one who'd seen much of your magical abilities.

"I've never seen anything like it," Gojo added, even more interested in you and your... magician friends.

"They used a portal to another dimension, but their magic is very different from mine, though," you disclosed, hands on your hips as you spoke Japanese again.

"Another... dimension?" Yuuji gaped. "That's wild!"

"By the way, why were those friends of yours talking about demons and a Book of the Damned?" Nanami interjected, a little antsy at what you were dealing with. He understood most of the conversation before you, Strange, and Loki spoke in hushed voices.

"Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it," you waved it off casually. "Runaway demons are pretty common when they manage to escape the Hell Dimension, this one we talked about in particular was just somewhat concerning because it took the Darkhold. That book corrupts anyone and anything that reads it. It's like a Special Grade Cursed Object, but far more dangerous than Sukuna's level. Much worse."

Offended at what he just heard, the King of Curses materialized on Yuuji's cheek. "Bullshit, woman!"

You smiled smugly, eyes glinting red and making the others swallow. They still didn't know you'd practically tossed Sukuna around like a ragdoll in his domain. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take you on, Curse King. If I could bend that evil grimoire to my will, you're nothing but a piece of cake," you taunted confidently. You had a right, too. And you were capable enough of doing it.

Sukuna nearly roared in fury at your insult, "Why you—!"

"But didn't you say that the Darkhold corrupts anyone and anything that reads it?" Megumi interrupted, trying to prevent a fight between both of you.

"Oh, yeah. I nearly lost my mind and my remaining sanity reading it. It made me hallucinate and make me hear things, too," you offhandedly said, recalling that period of your life many years ago as you tapped your chin. They sweat-dropped at your nonchalance while also being somewhat disturbed at your description. "But I needed to learn more about my powers as a witch, so I pushed through and overcame it. The Darkhold very nearly poisoned my soul, though, but thank heavens I got through it alive. That was a really long time ago, though, waaaay before I retired here in Japan."

"... Witch?" All of them chorused.

Oh. They hadn't known yet what to call you even after you'd told them about your powers.

"Well, you can call me a sorceress, too, just not in jujutsu. Enchantress, magician, mage, medium—"

"Hag," Sukuna interposed, making your eye twitch (the others glared at him, too). Yuuji slapped a hand over the curse's mouth.

"Don't talk to my mom like that," the vessel complained. Sukuna rolled his eyes (the one's on Yuuji's cheek).

"I don't care, brat."

"Either way," you stated. "The demon and the Darkhold isn't related to jujutsu stuff. I'll handle it. It's my job. My responsibility. You guys, on the other hand, have to help me find Kenjaku and those other Special Grades."

"Well, if you do need help, just ask us. Okay, Momma?" Yuuji took your hand in his, swinging it in the air. You laughed at how cute his action was.

"Alright, alright."

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It was a Sunday afternoon, with you closing your shop early at a half-day, when Yuuji came into the doors of your shop, a certain pigtailed man nervously following behind him.

"Kaa-chaaaaaan!" He greeted you with a tight hug and planting a kiss on your cheek. Yuuji was surprisingly in a very cuddly ane loving mood today, making you grin.

"Hey, sweetie. What's got you so jolly this morning?"

"Well, I made amends with the brother of those Death Paintings Nobara and I eliminated," he shared. "He also told me I'm his brother! Well, half-brother, so he said. He wanted to see you again, too."

Your brows went up your forehead. When you looked behind him, a hyperaware Choso was following, silently looking around your small café-bakery.

That was fast.

You spoke to him only three days ago. But if he changed his mind, you'd welcome him wholeheartedly. He seemed a bit shyer and more apprehensive than when you last met him, though. At least he wasn't as aggressive and pissed like then.

"I... don't have a place to go to," Choso admitted, twiddling with his fingers and looking down.

Oh well, you could never turn down a stray soul in need—especially one as powerful and dangerous as he was; one that was grieving, too. You didn't have the heart to resist. Toji and Suguru would simply have to deal with another housemate, then. You'd have to magic another bedroom with a bathroom back at home, too.

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"Don't worry, we'll be the ones to buy the groceries and do all the errands, Y/N-san," Geto assured you, already holding the usual eco-bag you used whenever you went out. Toji and Choso were accompanying him, too. You'd cast a spell so that anyone who saw them—those that weren't in the circle that knew about your powers, at least—wouldn't recognize them at all. To the unsuspecting eye, they were plain citizens.

"You must rest," Choso mumbled, glancing at his other housemates for the past couple of weeks. It was still foreign to him, having a home that was so peaceful and loving all because of you (he was still trying to adjust to the real Geto's personality and that human with no cursed energy). He'd never had anyone serve him warm meals and give him such comfortable shelter.

Just like all the others you'd befriended, even if they knew you could fight for yourself, Choso had also grown attached to you. Protective, even, especially after knowing how much you loved Yuuji.

"And you've been looking for that runaway demon for days now, right? Everyone's gotta rest at one point, including you, granny," Toji crossed his muscular arms. "Don't go anywhere today and just close the shop. We'll take care of everything else."

"I've also told Satoru and Nanami to not come to the shop so you could rest at home," Suguru added, about to leave the shop.

October 31st was in five days. Unfortunately, you all still hadn't found Kenjaku and the Special Grades. You hadn't found that runaway demon with the Darkhold, too.

Or so you thought.

When they came back to the shop and the house later in the afternoon, carrying all the groceries and other stuff you made them buy, it was completely empty. You were nowhere to be found, too, except for one note left on the cashier area.

"I'll be back."

That was all you wrote. You didn't specify when.

(next chapter.)

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UH OH, HE’S A DILF — #TOJI FUSHIGURO

FEM! READER X TOJI FUSHIGURO

a series of writing where in toji is that dilf.

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didn’t think i’ll make this a series but i think i have to now, i enjoy this so much <3

[soon] DILF IN AMUSEMENT! — #FIRST MEETING

the first time you met toji fushiguro.

DILF IN QUESTION! — #TOJI’S SECRET

you learn toji’s rightful secret.

DILF IN TROUBLE! — #TOJI’S WORK WIFE

you learn about toji’s work wife.

[soon] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — #COLLEGE BOYS

toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.

[soon] DILF IN LOVE! — #EX WIFE

you meet toji’s ex wife.

— I GOT SWEET TASTE FOR MEN WHO ARE OLDER, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN SO, IT’S NO SURPRISE.

Me: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, clean me and kick me, I would say thank you

cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni

Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other. 

It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much. 

And he does everything he absolutely can. 

Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.

He loves you so much. 

Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him. 

Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.

Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.

An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her. 

His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all. 

There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.

emo boyfriend’s.

🗒 ❛ sasuke uchiha & eren yeager.

warnings … fem!reader, two obsessive boyfriends, polyamory, jealousy, threesome, public play, oral ꒰ f & mxm ꒱, power dynamic … mostly eren, domesticity, spoiled reader in terms of getting plowed lmao, use of a collar & leash, body worship, use’s reader like a toy, sort of bimbo reader?, dubcon!, overstim, clit spanks, degradation, pet names, slight humiliation?, breeding, this is kind of self indulgent, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ … thought i’d put my two husbands in a scenario. the og and the current lover. two emo fuckers.

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guilty pleasures

pairings: levi ackerman x fem!reader

summary: you absolutely despise your Captain. why? because you can't stop thinking about him

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, blowjob, exhibitionism

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yikes.. i kinda got carried away on this one :D

"You're pulling your punches, brat. Get into better form!" The cold and commanding voice of your captain makes a scowl form on your face, and you readjust your already perfect stance. Jean comes lunging forward with raised fists, and you skillfully duck under his attack, grabbing one of his extended arms and throwing him to the ground with ease, trapping his body under yours and using your free hand to push his face angrily into the dirt. Physically, he's probably much stronger than you—but he's not agile or fast enough to outmaneuver your attacks. Cheers from your teammates erupt around you, and you help Jean up from the ground.

"WOAH that was so cool! Could you teach me how to do that?" Christa’s small voice is filled with awe, and you offer a heartwarming smile.

"I'd be glad to, as soon as we're done-" Your voice is cut off by your captain’s, and you try to resist the urge to rush over and punch him straight in his annoyingly perfect face.

"As soon as she's done fixing her sloppy form. You'll be practicing with Mikasa until she says you've done a good enough job. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Your voice is dripping with anger, and Mikasa glances at you with a nervous smile.

"The rest of you are dismissed." He walks away but you manage to shoot him a glare into his icy grey eyes before he turns. He remains expressionless, and continues on like you don't even exist.

"Fuck him." You curse under your breath, and Mikasa places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don't mind him... remember, he's like this with everyone."

Yeah, like this with everyone.

You would beg to differ. There's some hate that the captain has towards you that's stronger than anyone else. It's not like you don't hate him back. But there’s something about him that draws you in—his calculating grey eyes that you get lost in when he’s talking, his lips that look so incredibly soft yet never smile for anyone, his perfect face, hardened by years of experience yet you know it’s capable of showing emotion.

But all that aside—you absolutely hate him.

“I don’t know what captain was talking about, y/n. Your form is basically perfect, better than anyone I’ve seen.” You help Mikasa up from the soft ground for the hundredth time, the moon already high in the sky. Rubbing your eyes and sore joints from the day's activities, the two of you say your goodbyes and you beeline for your room. Collapsing onto your bed into a heap, your eyes flutter closed and you slip into a deep slumber, letting the constantly present images of your captain drift in and out of your mind.

~

“Y/N!!!” Practically launching yourself out of bed at the loud and worried voice, you rub your eyes tiredly, sleep still fogging your thoughts.

“What is it…” you have to look hard to see the blonde standing in front of you. “…Armin?” He only grabs your hand, shoving your jacket in your face and dragging you out the door.

“You’re late. And captain’s pissed.” As you pass one of the many windows in the building, you see that it’s still dark outside.

“But it’s not even time for training yet!” Armin ignores you and keeps a firm grip on your hand as you walk down the stairs and outside into the cool air.

“I don’t know what he wants to do with us, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” Armin squeezes your hand lightly, and turns back, offering a sweet smile. “I’m sure you’ll be fine though, you’re pretty good at everything.” You can’t help the smile appearing on your face in return, despite the fact that you’re still half asleep.

“Thanks Armin, but you’re pretty amazing at things too, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” He pushes the doors open with a chuckle, and the cold night air sends a shiver down your spine. You’re thankful that Armin has a firm grip on your hand—he seems to be radiating heat, and warming you up in the process. You can faintly see the group up ahead, aside from a few people, who you assume are on their way.

“Armin! Y/n!” Your head turns at the sound of voices behind you, and Eren and Mikasa run up to the two of you. “Do you know what’s happening?” Armin shakes his head, and you speak up.

“Nope, we know as much as you guys. Apparently Levi’s pissed about something.” The four of you approach the group, and Levi is standing there, arms crossed, in front of the rest of the group. You notice his eyes flick down to yours and Armin’s joined hands, but he shows no emotion or reaction, but you do see his jaw tighten.

“Is that the last of you? Good.” You drop Armin’s hand and you all turn to face him. “I’ve noticed the utter lack of effort given during training recently. I understand we got back from an unsuccessful reconnaissance trip not that long ago and lost some soldiers, but that is no excuse. Usually I could care less about things like this, but we’re heading off on another trip soon, and I need all of you to be prepared.”

Your face falls when he gestures to the thick forest next to the small castle the Scouts use as your temporary headquarters.

“I want you to run through the forest three times, all the way to the other side. Moblit is waiting there and you need to check in with him. I don’t expect this to take more than an hour. Tick tock, Scouts.” Everyone lets out a groan and takes off into the forest. It takes Mikasa around 10 minutes to run to one side of the forest, but you could do it probably closer to five. And plus, you shouldn’t exert yourself physically without stretching first.

And there’s no way in hell I’m running for fun in these uniforms. I’ll probably cook to death.

Levi raises an eyebrow at you from where he's standing, wondering what you're doing. You shed your jacket, throwing it into the grass. The ODM gear around your chest comes off next, followed by your shirt, until you're left wearing just a sleeveless top. Since there's such strict rules about ODM gear, you slip it back on quickly. Looking up to see Levi staring at you, you give him a confused look before beginning to stretch. He continues to watch you, baffled, before speaking up.

“Quite cocky, aren't you, y/n?” You shrug, continuing to stretch out your legs, a small smirk playing on your lips. He approaches you, arms crossed over his chest, and leans down so his face is close to yours. “I’d get going if I were you.” You scoff at his remark, getting angrier by the second.

“How about you make me, captain.” Your heart stops at what you just said. You didn’t mean for that to come out of your mouth, that was supposed to stay in your head. Levi’s hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you towards the forest, but not where the other Scouts went in. When you’re far enough away that you can’t be seen from the path, Levi pushes you against a tree, and your heart skips a beat.

“You really piss me off, huh, y/n?” He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, and your knees go weak. “But there’s something about you that I can’t shake, and it’s driving me insane.” He finally lets his lips connect with yours, and you savour the moment, never wanting it to end. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting out a tiny gasp when the bulge in his pants presses into you.

“See y/n? Look what you to do me...” He growls in your ear and you drop down from his embrace, grabbing him by the collar. You flip him around so his back is now pressed into the tree, and let a tiny smirk sneak onto your lips.

“I think I can help fix that.” You drop to your knees and skillfully unclasp all the ODM gear around his waist, getting past the belt to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his ankles, palming his erection through his boxers. The sigh that slips out of his lips makes your stomach turn flips, and you run your fingers along the skin just above where you know he needs you, and he reaches down and grips your wrists.

“Don’t be a little tease, y/n.” You smirk up at him but obey, pulling down his boxers, his length springing up. You notice it twitch when the cool outside air hits it, and that prompts you to take it in your hand, pumping it slowly, occasionally brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip.

You run your tongue along the bottom of his cock, relishing in the way he’s biting down on his lips to hold back the noises threatening to slip out of his pretty mouth. Wrapping your lips around his head, he begins to get impatient and grips onto your hair, pushing his length farther into your mouth. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, but it’s all worth it for the shaky groan that comes out of Levi’s mouth.

“F-fuck...” He bucks his hips upward into your mouth, picking up speed as he chases his high. Your breaths are quick through your nose, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Saliva drips down your bottom lip and onto the grass, and one of your hands clamps onto Levi’s thigh so you keep your balance. Your other hand flies down to your clothed cunt, stroking it through your pants. You moan on his cock, and Levi’s brain almost short-circuits, and he can feel his high just out of his reach. His heart is racing at a million miles an hour, and you’re the only think he can think of right now, and how pretty you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

The fire pooling in your core is spreading through your entire body, and your head feels all fuzzy. Your fingers press into the growing wet spot on your pants, desperate for any sort of friction. You can tell Levi’s close to his high, he’s becoming more and more vocal and the grip on your hair tightens.

“Ah- y/n...” His hips stutter and you feel his hot load shoot down your throat, a thousand curses tumbling out of his mouth. You force yourself to swallow before taking a breath, and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. Your lungs suck in air like you haven’t breathed in hours, and you sit back on your knees. Levi’s lips are on yours immediately, removing your jacket and fiddling with your belt. He runs kisses down your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, and tiny whimpers are sneaking out of your swollen lips. He finally gets your belt off and is about to move to the button on your pants when voices ring out in the night. Your eyes widen and so does your captain’s, and you both leap to your feet.

“Shit. They’re back already?” Levi says under his breath, and a small smile plays on your lips, butterflies returning to your stomach.

That means he wanted to spend more time with me.

You grab your jacket off the ground and pull it on, fixing your belt and the rest of your gear, and Levi does the same. You both sprint back towards the edge of the forest, just making it to the same spot as earlier before the group breaks from the trees. You’re sitting down, out of breath, and Levi’s standing a good distance away from you, trying to hide his own tiredness.

“We’re done, captain.” Armin catches his breath, and Levi waves them away.

“Head back to bed. We’re starting training the same time tomorrow. And don’t expect me to go easy on you.” The group starts to head back to the castle, all worn out, but you stand slowly, the fire still burning in your core.

“Y/n.” Levi calls out, and you turn back to see him walk up to you. “Come to my room tonight after everyone goes to bed.” You nod, and he turns and goes back towards the forest, probably to meet Moblit.

“Hey! Are you coming y/n?” Armin’s voice rings out, and you raise your head.

“Yeah!” You turn and take one last look at Levi before jogging ahead to the rest of the group.