dfroggofarson

[dfroggofarson]

currently fuming over how i'm out of ideas and i don't even have time to write but HOW. HOW is this so good. WHY is this so good. Oh my God.

the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

[dfroggofarson]

I want it All

chapter one.

It all started with a little crush.

He was a regular at the small bookshop you started working at a year ago. You were sure he was at least ten years older than you, and still (or was it because of your daddy issues) you couldn't help but instantly notice how good-loking he was. Sharp features, hazel eyes, precise movements, polite words – and with time, you caught onto the subtle things that made him unique. How he preferred darker shirts and lighter suits, how his tie always had a funny pattern. His shoes were spotless, just like his whole attire, his speech, his gestures. He always went to find books in business, sometimes at the cooking or science section, but never touched romance, fantasy or esoterics. When he came to pay, he always asked for a paper bag. To your surprise, he didn’t have a loyalty card, even though he came to the shop once every week.

He always greeted you respectfully, his voice low and reserved – the kind of voice that would make you trail off when he spoke, even though he never interrupted your speech – paid silently and wished you a great day. You never initiated small talk, but he didn’t seem like the type who would appreciate it.

He looked like a real gentleman. Calm and collected.

You had no idea then that you’d have to add chilling to the list later, as well.

After weeks and weeks of silently eyeing him from behind the counter, the day came when you decided to stop drooling over the way his muscles stretched on his forearms, or how he furrowed his brows when he was reading a blurb, so subtly nobody else would’ve noticed.

Stop, you tell yourself. There was no hope to begin with anyway.

But it was nice to look forward to a customer every now and then.

Setting the alarm and locking the door behind you, you put away your keys and step out to the street. You look at your phone – half past nine. Not too late to go to the supermarket.

"Good evening."

You snap your head to look at the direction the sound came from. And lo and behold – the very cause of your renewing hopeless romantic problem stands there, under a street light, his white suit draped across his arm while he looks at you. You almost gasp – how can he look so good even now? – but manage to stop yourself, as worry starts to flood your mind.

Why is he here? He sure looks like he was waiting for the shop to close, with how he was standing just a few feet away from the back door. But why is he at the back door?

"Oh, hi! I’m sorry, I just closed the store, you’ll have to come back tomorrow," you inform him while walking closer.

"Ah, please excuse me for disturbing you so late, but I'm not here because of that." He pauses for a second, and pushes his glasses up his defined nose. You can't help but follow his long fingers with your eyes. "I came to ask for your contact information."

Your face becomes pale. You look up at him, mortified, a million things running through your mind as to what you could have done wrong. Did you mess up one of his book orders? Or rang him up a book he didn’t buy? Gave him a plastic bag instead of a paper one?

"Alright, yes of course, but… I could call my manager tomorrow morning if you have any complaints, sir, it’s much faster to tell her, as reviewing written reports can take up to days…" You blabber on, sending yourself spiraling, when he – for the first time – cuts you off.

"I meant your number."

You shut up and look at him in disbelief. "My number?"

"Yes, your phone number. Except in case you wouldn’t like me to take you out sometime the next week."

You just stare at him. Is this real life? Is this happening to you? Is this the same man you have been lusting after for months? Aren’t you hallucinating?

The urge to shake your head or look around to see if he was talking to someone else is strong, but you brace yourself. You wouldn’t want to make an idiot out of yourself in front of him.

"No, it’s uhh, are you… really? Are you serious?" You ask instead, and already want to punch yourself in the face upon actually verbalizing the words. But he doesn’t laugh, just answers your question casually.

"Yes, I am."

You stare at him for a couple more seconds, then snap out of it. "Okay, yeah, I mean, sure. No, I mean, thank you, I'd love that," you just want the ground to swallow you whole before that, being all flustered and rambling nonsense. You almost don’t notice the small smile lingering on his lips when he pulls out his phone, opens the contacts and hands it to you.

"Thank you. And sorry for holding you up," Nanami apologizes, but you rather he’d disturb you all night long instead of just dropping by.

"Let me properly introduce myself, then. I’m Kento Nanami," he says then, and you too introduce yourself (awkwardly) while typing your number and name into his phone.

"It's really nice to meet you, Nanami," you smile at him as pretty as you can, then give his phone back to him. He looks at it, then snickers.

My God. I need to stop reading so many explicit novels.

"No, not at all, I was about to head home anyways," you shake your head. "Then… I guess we’ll see each other around?"

"We will," he confirms with a curt nod. "Well then, good night."

"Good night."

It’s only when you hop onto the bus you realize that you forgot to ask for his number. You want to scream in agony and embarassment, but there’s no helping it now.

You’d have to wait for him to contact you.

The next morning, you wake up before your alarm goes off, get ready and make yourself as pretty as you possibly can. The dress code is strict, but you can put on some lipstick and jewellery that is more shiny than what you usually wear. And throughout your workday, you check your phone at least three times a minute in case he calls, texts, or sends any kind of sign.

And well, the signal ends up being he himself.

Your eyes widen when you see him walk through the door casually, his gaze quickly finding yours. And then he actually smiles at you, and heads to the business section.

"Oh. My God. I did not just witness this."

You turn to see your coworker, Shoko standing behind you, a few books in hand, her jaw also on the floor. She looks even more bevildered than you do. She quickly closes the gap between the two of you and grabs you by the shoulders. "Are you kidding me?! Did you put airborne drugs in his books or something? How’d you sweet-talk Mr. Cool?"

A stupid grin spreads across your face. "I don’t know! Last night when I closed the shop he was waiting for me outside. Said he wanted my contact information," you giggle quietly, and Shoko’s eyes widen. "I though he was going to complain, but no, he asked for my number."

"Shut up," she says while putting the books to their designated shelves.

"I did, unfortunately. I forgot to ask for his number."

"You idiot!" She hits your arm playfully, and leaves to the counter to ring up a customer, then comes back. "But he did waltz in here with a pretty smile. Looks like you didn’t mess up."

"I hope so."

Your eyes return to the tall, blonde man still browsing in his favourite section. You want to believe you were the reason he came here, since he was in just two days ago, and he rarely shops twice in a week.

As though he felt your gaze, he looks up and meets your eyes. You blush, but hold his stare for a couple of seconds before you look away to help other customers.

A few minutes later he comes to your register with a book in his hand.

"Hello."

"Hi," you breathe back.

There is a silent moment when you forget that you’re actually a cashier and he’s here to buy a book. You recollect yourself quickly, and ring up his read. You raise your brows in surprise when you see what he bought – a romantasy you’ve been meaning to read for a few weeks but never got the chance. You try to hide your puzzled expression as you bag it.

"I thought you liked business books and autobiographies," you remark. Nanami puts his hand on the counter.

"It’s not for me."

"Oh, I see," and boom, you're already feeling stupid. Of course it's not for him.

But hen you hand him the bag, he doesn’t take it. Instead, he reaches to gently push it back towards you. "Enjoy your read. And call me when you’ve finished your shift. I hope you'll have a nice day."

Nanami then smiles at you again, and leaves the shop with a polite nod.

You are left standing there again, with no words, until you realize something is sticking out from one of the pages. You open it up curiously, and find a little note that reads:

’You look beautiful today.’

Followed by his phone number.

You try not to squeal and melt at the same time. How can this man be so smooth?

When Nanami gets home, the first thing he does is open your social media accounts.

The first time he did it a couple of weeks earlier, he was surprised to see how few posts you had online, one every few months, with two to six pictures and a short caption. You mostly posted pictures which had your face and your friends’ faces in it, given that most of your accounts were private.

But, well, who was he if he couldn’t break his way into a few private profiles?

He observed the pictures and read through your posts, memorizing your characteristics, likes and dislikes, the people you interacted with and the way you did it. He had learned that you broke up with your boyfriend around six months ago. Nanami could not believe you were with an idiot like that guy in the first place – but low standards meant it would be cakewalk to sweep you off your feet.

He analyzes every little detail he could find about your public and private life, up to the point that he could make a full profile from the top of his head just by reading through you socials and meeting you in the book store from time to time.

When he looks at a picture of you, grinning and hugging your coworker he saw you exchanging excited words with, the edges of his mouth slowly curl up into a smile.

Poor girl… She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

thank you all for your continued support!! i look forward to writing evil Nanami dribbles, hehe. it just fits his character so perfectly, i love it so much. cw! in the next few episodes, you can expect:

manipulation

graphic descriptions of violence

nsfw contents

nothing being as it seems

and idk - more horrible things i wouldn't write if i was sane. if you're sensitive to contents like these, please refrain from reading further. he's gonna be a bad guy, people. and i mean it. anyway see you in a few days, and please let me know if you liked this! @realalpacorn here you go bestie, hope you enjoyed this as well :3 have a nice day everyone <3

read the prologue here, and check out the little playlist i made on my Spotify acc here! dividers by @strangergraphics and @cursed-carmine

[dfroggofarson]

synopsys: you know Sukuna is a violent, egotistical curse who puts your nerves to the test. he goes "missing" one day, and when he does return, something gets stirred up inside you (and maybe in him, too?) cw: nothing, guys. it's just some fluff. find the playlist I wrote this to here! enjoy <3

It was a long day for you. Even though most would argue that working at a small grocery shop is one of the most undemanding jobs, it was hard sometimes. Today one of your coworkers fell sick and dumped his shift on you last-minute, and knowing that you had ten hours of uncut work ahead of you was not a good thought to begin the day with. One hour into your shift, an old lady accidentally knocked down a whole isle of tomato sauce and broke ten jars of it. The poor lady had just enough money to pay for the broken jars, but not to pay for her own groceries, so you decided to help her out. She was very sweet and apologized thoroughly for her clumsiness, and you just brushed it off. The next half hour of constantly interrupted cleaning was not wery sweet, though. Halfway through it came a group of teenage boys - real bullies, you could tell it from a single glance - and decided to subtly steal some goods, which you noticed, of course. Thankfully, they paid for it, followed by a "Damn, bro, I thought I had it," and tried to convince you to treat one of them to a delicious onigiri, which you refused, but that was the end of that. You were frustrated, but not as much as you became when you accidentally slipped and landed in the last puddle of tomato sauce lef untouched. The next eight hours of your shift went mostly smoothly, except for the fact that your favourite jeans were ruined, you had an additional 10 dollars missing from your pocket, your butt was hurting, and your mood was worse than ever. When you finally closed up, you walked home in your running jeans, dirty denim folded in your hands. As you strolled to your apartment's door, you noticed that it was open.

So... he's finally home.

At least your door is in one piece.

You gulped, putting away your keys, and pushed your front door open. Sukuna was lying on your couch, shirtless (obviously), with his arms crossed under his head. He heard the sound coming from your direction, and opened one of his eyes to look at you.

"Finally," he said, but did not move. "I thought you ran away."

"This apartment is quite permanent, you know. I just had to pick up my coworker's shift, he caught something," you explained, while putting down your bag and heading for your bathroom. You had no idea how to get tomato sauce out of your clothes, much less had the energy to do it, so you just threw it in the washing machine and started it. Then you headed back to the living room / kitchen and opened the cabinet. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in like... two weeks?"

"And two days. But it's not your business. "

You grabbed a pack of instant noodles, and boiled some water. "Yeah, right. Forgot about that."

The kettle’s sound filled in the little apartment. While you waited for your dinner to heat up, you glanced at the King of Curses, who was still lying on your sofa, eyes closed. It was a bizarre sight. Even though you had known him for a whole year (well, as well as you could know a deadly curse), it was an unusual feeling when he visited. Also, you had absolutely no idea why he did that, but given how lonely you were, even having a human-shaped curse as a companion was better than no one. He was dangerous, of course, but never did a large enough damage that would cost or hurt you so much, and you paid attention not to anger him. So you just "let him" hang around you.

The kettle beeped, and a ray of happiness reached your soul upon hearing that your food was warm and ready. After pouring the water onto your noodles, you put the sauces on it and covered it with a lid. You picked up a set of chopsticks and sat down to the table.

"What are you eating?" He said, to your surprise. He never really asked anything about you, ever. So you replied eagerly.

"Just some instant noodles. Do you... want a bite?

He looked up at you, and you thought he would just refuse you with an "obviously no" stare, but to your even greater surprise, he got up frok the couch and took a seat next to you. You just blinked in shock, but lifted the lid – the three minutes was up – and fished out a chunk of noodles. Sukuna watched you carefully, as if you were wrapping out a machine gun (one that could actually hurt him).

"Say 'aah'" you offered the food, and he bit down on the chopsticks. Sukuna chewed and swallowed, then looked at you with disgust.

'You actually eat this," he said, more like an astonished statement than a question.

"Sadly, yes."

"Why."

"I dunno."

"That’s dumb."

"Maybe, but it keeps me alive."

He fell silent after that. You could not believe your eyes: an emotion of some sort flashed through his face! You could not identify what kind of expression was that, but it was definitely not indifference, annoyance or disgust.

He then spoke.

"When I was... not yet a curse, I met this old man a couple of times. He was a horrible cook. That’s probably a reason why his wife died so young," he scoffed. You sat in silence. "He would invite me in and treat me to his horrible soups whenever he saw me. I was always so damn hungry, so I would go with him, even though I wanted to vomit every time I ate at his house. He was a herbalist of some sorts, so he didn’t really care about taste, only nutrition,” his face was even. Not contorted in any kind of grimace. he just looked... at peace. It was a sight you never even magined seeing. "He died when I was around fifteen. But taught me some of his knowledge, since he didn’t have any children. I forgot most of it."

You had no idea what brought him to actually talk about himself, and not in superlatives. He shared something personal, showed a vulnerable side of himself, and you liked it.

Hesitantly, you reached out, and touched his right pinky.

He pulled away instantly, and you regretted your movement right away.

"Eat, you are hungry," he said, but you wouldn’t try to look at his glance.

Maybe, if you had done that, you could have seen some other new feelings.

The noodles you half-liked felt like rotten garbage after that. You tried to eat them, but after a few bites, you put down the chopsticks and just stared at it.

"There used to live an old granny across the street from where I lived as a child. Sometimes my mom would ask her to babysit me, and whenever she did, I begged my mom to go anywhere but her house. She was a horrible cook, too," you laughed briefly. Sukuna didn’t move. "She could only make instant ramen and pancakes. Her pancakes were good, but she wouldn’t let me eat them until I ate her instant ramen. I absolutely hated that, but it was worth it, because she had the sweetest smile and the best pancakes. Well, I always thought that, until I got these bad stomach aches which made me regret the whole thing. Eventually, we moved away when I was around ten and I never saw her again. I don’t know if she’s still alive."

There was silence. But... no pressing. Nothing uncomfortable. Just silence.

You glanced up at his direction, and your breath got stuck in your throat.

He was looking at you.

He was... beautiful.

So beautiful.

His red eyes were not filled with rage. His face was still, black tattoos hugging his features in a way you could never imagine seeing them before. A single strand of hair fell near his left ear, but it was not out of place. Nothing on him was out of place, wrong, or unclean. He looked perfect – absolutely perfect.

You couldn’t stop staring, and neither could him.

You felt something touch your left pinky.

It was his right pinky.

"Let’s visit this granny tomorrow."

You let yourself get lost in his deep red eyes.

You knew now.

You were in love.  

[dfroggofarson]

I want it All

chapter one.

It all started with a little crush.

He was a regular at the small bookshop you started working at a year ago. You were sure he was at least ten years older than you, and still (or was it because of your daddy issues) you couldn't help but instantly notice how good-loking he was. Sharp features, hazel eyes, precise movements, polite words – and with time, you caught onto the subtle things that made him unique. How he preferred darker shirts and lighter suits, how his tie always had a funny pattern. His shoes were spotless, just like his whole attire, his speech, his gestures. He always went to find books in business, sometimes at the cooking or science section, but never touched romance, fantasy or esoterics. When he came to pay, he always asked for a paper bag. To your surprise, he didn’t have a loyalty card, even though he came to the shop once every week.

He always greeted you respectfully, his voice low and reserved – the kind of voice that would make you trail off when he spoke, even though he never interrupted your speech – paid silently and wished you a great day. You never initiated small talk, but he didn’t seem like the type who would appreciate it.

He looked like a real gentleman. Calm and collected.

You had no idea then that you’d have to add chilling to the list later, as well.

After weeks and weeks of silently eyeing him from behind the counter, the day came when you decided to stop drooling over the way his muscles stretched on his forearms, or how he furrowed his brows when he was reading a blurb, so subtly nobody else would’ve noticed.

Stop, you tell yourself. There was no hope to begin with anyway.

But it was nice to look forward to a customer every now and then.

Setting the alarm and locking the door behind you, you put away your keys and step out to the street. You look at your phone – half past nine. Not too late to go to the supermarket.

"Good evening."

You snap your head to look at the direction the sound came from. And lo and behold – the very cause of your renewing hopeless romantic problem stands there, under a street light, his white suit draped across his arm while he looks at you. You almost gasp – how can he look so good even now? – but manage to stop yourself, as worry starts to flood your mind.

Why is he here? He sure looks like he was waiting for the shop to close, with how he was standing just a few feet away from the back door. But why is he at the back door?

"Oh, hi! I’m sorry, I just closed the store, you’ll have to come back tomorrow," you inform him while walking closer.

"Ah, please excuse me for disturbing you so late, but I'm not here because of that." He pauses for a second, and pushes his glasses up his defined nose. You can't help but follow his long fingers with your eyes. "I came to ask for your contact information."

Your face becomes pale. You look up at him, mortified, a million things running through your mind as to what you could have done wrong. Did you mess up one of his book orders? Or rang him up a book he didn’t buy? Gave him a plastic bag instead of a paper one?

"Alright, yes of course, but… I could call my manager tomorrow morning if you have any complaints, sir, it’s much faster to tell her, as reviewing written reports can take up to days…" You blabber on, sending yourself spiraling, when he – for the first time – cuts you off.

"I meant your number."

You shut up and look at him in disbelief. "My number?"

"Yes, your phone number. Except in case you wouldn’t like me to take you out sometime the next week."

You just stare at him. Is this real life? Is this happening to you? Is this the same man you have been lusting after for months? Aren’t you hallucinating?

The urge to shake your head or look around to see if he was talking to someone else is strong, but you brace yourself. You wouldn’t want to make an idiot out of yourself in front of him.

"No, it’s uhh, are you… really? Are you serious?" You ask instead, and already want to punch yourself in the face upon actually verbalizing the words. But he doesn’t laugh, just answers your question casually.

"Yes, I am."

You stare at him for a couple more seconds, then snap out of it. "Okay, yeah, I mean, sure. No, I mean, thank you, I'd love that," you just want the ground to swallow you whole before that, being all flustered and rambling nonsense. You almost don’t notice the small smile lingering on his lips when he pulls out his phone, opens the contacts and hands it to you.

"Thank you. And sorry for holding you up," Nanami apologizes, but you rather he’d disturb you all night long instead of just dropping by.

"Let me properly introduce myself, then. I’m Kento Nanami," he says then, and you too introduce yourself (awkwardly) while typing your number and name into his phone.

"It's really nice to meet you, Nanami," you smile at him as pretty as you can, then give his phone back to him. He looks at it, then snickers.

My God. I need to stop reading so many explicit novels.

"No, not at all, I was about to head home anyways," you shake your head. "Then… I guess we’ll see each other around?"

"We will," he confirms with a curt nod. "Well then, good night."

"Good night."

It’s only when you hop onto the bus you realize that you forgot to ask for his number. You want to scream in agony and embarassment, but there’s no helping it now.

You’d have to wait for him to contact you.

The next morning, you wake up before your alarm goes off, get ready and make yourself as pretty as you possibly can. The dress code is strict, but you can put on some lipstick and jewellery that is more shiny than what you usually wear. And throughout your workday, you check your phone at least three times a minute in case he calls, texts, or sends any kind of sign.

And well, the signal ends up being he himself.

Your eyes widen when you see him walk through the door casually, his gaze quickly finding yours. And then he actually smiles at you, and heads to the business section.

"Oh. My God. I did not just witness this."

You turn to see your coworker, Shoko standing behind you, a few books in hand, her jaw also on the floor. She looks even more bevildered than you do. She quickly closes the gap between the two of you and grabs you by the shoulders. "Are you kidding me?! Did you put airborne drugs in his books or something? How’d you sweet-talk Mr. Cool?"

A stupid grin spreads across your face. "I don’t know! Last night when I closed the shop he was waiting for me outside. Said he wanted my contact information," you giggle quietly, and Shoko’s eyes widen. "I though he was going to complain, but no, he asked for my number."

"Shut up," she says while putting the books to their designated shelves.

"I did, unfortunately. I forgot to ask for his number."

"You idiot!" She hits your arm playfully, and leaves to the counter to ring up a customer, then comes back. "But he did waltz in here with a pretty smile. Looks like you didn’t mess up."

"I hope so."

Your eyes return to the tall, blonde man still browsing in his favourite section. You want to believe you were the reason he came here, since he was in just two days ago, and he rarely shops twice in a week.

As though he felt your gaze, he looks up and meets your eyes. You blush, but hold his stare for a couple of seconds before you look away to help other customers.

A few minutes later he comes to your register with a book in his hand.

"Hello."

"Hi," you breathe back.

There is a silent moment when you forget that you’re actually a cashier and he’s here to buy a book. You recollect yourself quickly, and ring up his read. You raise your brows in surprise when you see what he bought – a romantasy you’ve been meaning to read for a few weeks but never got the chance. You try to hide your puzzled expression as you bag it.

"I thought you liked business books and autobiographies," you remark. Nanami puts his hand on the counter.

"It’s not for me."

"Oh, I see," and boom, you're already feeling stupid. Of course it's not for him.

But hen you hand him the bag, he doesn’t take it. Instead, he reaches to gently push it back towards you. "Enjoy your read. And call me when you’ve finished your shift. I hope you'll have a nice day."

Nanami then smiles at you again, and leaves the shop with a polite nod.

You are left standing there again, with no words, until you realize something is sticking out from one of the pages. You open it up curiously, and find a little note that reads:

’You look beautiful today.’

Followed by his phone number.

You try not to squeal and melt at the same time. How can this man be so smooth?

When Nanami gets home, the first thing he does is open your social media accounts.

The first time he did it a couple of weeks earlier, he was surprised to see how few posts you had online, one every few months, with two to six pictures and a short caption. You mostly posted pictures which had your face and your friends’ faces in it, given that most of your accounts were private.

But, well, who was he if he couldn’t break his way into a few private profiles?

He observed the pictures and read through your posts, memorizing your characteristics, likes and dislikes, the people you interacted with and the way you did it. He had learned that you broke up with your boyfriend around six months ago. Nanami could not believe you were with an idiot like that guy in the first place – but low standards meant it would be cakewalk to sweep you off your feet.

He analyzes every little detail he could find about your public and private life, up to the point that he could make a full profile from the top of his head just by reading through you socials and meeting you in the book store from time to time.

When he looks at a picture of you, grinning and hugging your coworker he saw you exchanging excited words with, the edges of his mouth slowly curl up into a smile.

Poor girl… She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

thank you all for your continued support!! i look forward to writing evil Nanami dribbles, hehe. it just fits his character so perfectly, i love it so much. cw! in the next few episodes, you can expect:

manipulation

graphic descriptions of violence

nsfw contents

nothing being as it seems

and idk - more horrible things i wouldn't write if i was sane. if you're sensitive to contents like these, please refrain from reading further. he's gonna be a bad guy, people. and i mean it. anyway see you in a few days, and please let me know if you liked this! @realalpacorn here you go bestie, hope you enjoyed this as well :3 have a nice day everyone <3

read the prologue here, and check out the little playlist i made on my Spotify acc here! dividers by @strangergraphics and @cursed-carmine

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CHAMPS I WROTE IT. enjoyyy

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Fantasizing about Evil Nanami while knowing FULL WELL that I should be writing my Sukuna brainrot. Guys life is not easy TwT

But like look at him. Wouldn't you just let him ruin your life in the worst way possible and then thank him for being in a part of it.

(I totally would)

{And I totally will write a villain!Nanami x Reader one day. One day I will.}

[But when will that day come 😫]

Artists: Yoshikaru17, michi_aiart on X

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Your room is dark and still. It is well past midnight, the slow muffles of the city coming inside through your half-opened window only lulls you more into your dreams.

But not the man sitting in your chair.

You jolt awake, eyes runnig around your room, and your uneasiness becomes justified as soon as you meet with the hazel eyes fixed on your form.

"What the...?!" You panic even more when you realize who's eyes you're looking into.

Kento Nanami sits in your chair in the corner of your bedroom, all leaned back, legs crossed, fingers intertwined in his lap. Your breathing is ragged, you're feeling transparent, see-though and bare - you are just in your pajamas.

So many questions flood through your head, but you don't start yelling.

No, not when it's him.

"Nanami, why... why are you here?"

You instinctively tighten the blanket around you when he moves. He stands up slowly, straightens his suit, and makes his way to your bed. You want to run, scream for help, but his gaze mortifies you.

Nanami sits on the edge of your bed, just inches away from you, and slowly reaches out. You want to pull away, but before you could do that, he grabs your face in a flash. He is not violent, doesn't squeeze your cheeks at all, just holds it.

If you weren't terrified to your core, you would have said that in his eyes, you saw love.

But you aren't going to mistake it for obsession.

He tilts his head, still not letting go of your face. He, instead, starts carressing your skin with his thumb. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. The things I would do for you..." He trails off, getting lost in thoughts you knew no way in hell were healthy.

"Nanami..." you begin, but stop again when his eyes meet yours.

You only realize there is something splattered across his face when you look closer.

Your blood runs cold.

"Nanami, what happened?" You ask, and hope to God it was just some syrup or anything else than what you know suspect is on him.

He humms in question, then reaches for his face. He smudges the liquid and looks at his hands. "Ah, sorry, sweetheart. Had some business to tend to before I came to see you."

You watch in horror as he licks the blood off his thumb, then frowns. "Yours is so much more tasty."

He tries to reach for your face again, expression still firm and cold, but you grab his palm mid-air. He watches as you set it back on his thigh. "Nanami. Why don't we talk about this in the morning? I'm really tired now."

You want nothing more than to have him out of your room, your whole life, but you are alone in your apartment in the middle of the night, with your phone out of reach. And you know well how he gets when something upsets him. So instead, you yawn, pretending to be sleepy - in truth, your heart is racing, nerves just a move away from snapping. But you give him a small smile you know he'll notice despite the dark.

Nanami blinks, then snickers (which sounds more like a scoff). "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I know you like your sleeping hours undisturbed," you almost sigh in relief when he stands up from your bed. "Then I'll meet you in a few hours. I'll get you some coffe and a croissant."

"Okay," you just reply, and fake a yawn again.

"Good night then, sweetheart," he waves you goodbye, but before exiting your room, hand already on the handle, he stops. "I can see right through you, love. You don't have to go around lying to me all the time."

You freeze again, and he turns to face you this time.

His stare is gravely sharp.

"Don't lie to me."

A second later, the door closes, and you don't dare to collapse onto the bed and start sobbing until you're sure he's out of your apartment.

You have no idea he's still standing outside your bedroom door.

I realized I only post CB and random shitposts, which is not cool. evil!Nanami has been bugging me for exactly three days, so inspired by Erika Lundmoen's song Yad, I wrote this little thing. Do you like it?

Read chapter one of I want it All here >>

dividers by @strangergraphics and @cursed-carmine

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Hellowww Dear Reader, and welcome to chapter five! I didn't forget to post today AND I made a little header for my fic?? What is happening to meee? Jokes aside, we have officially reached the first ever breaking point! Yaaay! (Don't worry there will be many more to come hehe.) Tell me what you think about this chapter, please, I love to hear all your thoughts! Happy sankthans / midsummer for everyone (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) Cry, Baby masterlist

chapter five - abandonment.

Its face is hideous. Red irises envelope the burning hunger which sets the trees and buildings near him on fire. It grins, smirks, then bares its teeth so wide you see every single sharp bone in his mouth. Blood is splattered through its face and pink hair. Its snaring mouth lets out a sound between a laugh and a growl. Inferno surrounds it, as it draws back its bow, made of Hell’s fire…

Your eyes popped open, and you sat up.

The monster… curse, is back in your dreams.

But… he looked different.

You closed your eyes for a moment, then looked at your phone. 6.07 AM, not too bad. You could call Gojo soon and it wouldn’t be too impolite. Well, your first call to him was at the middle of the night, so you guessed that it didn’t really matter now.

You got up, because although you liked to sleep well into the morning, something told you it would not be wise to fall back asleep while that curse haunts your dreams again. So you walked to your drawer, pulled up a fresh set of clothes, and got dressed. You went to the kitchen. Your mother was still alseep, so you got started on some breakfast for the both of you. She has not been getting enough sleep during the past two weeks with you, also while working shifts late into the night. Yesterday, she had one of those shifts, so usually she would only get up around ten o’clock. Oh well. You’d make some breakfast for her later, then.

You made yourself some onigiris – it was not breakfast-material, but you couldn’t help yourself, that was one of your favourite comfort foods after all – and leaned to the counter while you ate. You glanced at the clock in the corner: 6.52. Reaching for your phone, you collected your memories from last night’s dreams to share it with Gojo while punching the ’call’ button.

"Moshi-moshi, Shidou-chaan!" He picked up after a few rings. Was this man always available, or was it your non-existent luck that he would always pick up within seconds?

"Good morning, Gojo-san," you greeted him, swallowing some rice. You suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the line and some cursing. "Am I calling at a bad time…? I can call you back, it’s not urgent…"

"Oh no, not at all!" He practically sang, while more heavy crashes, bangs and cusses echoed in the background. Your brows furrowed while someone screamed ’Get back here, you lousy asshole!!’ He, however, sounded absolutely unbothered while continuing your conversation. "What can I do for you?"

"Uh, I was just calling because it’s… Ryomen is back in my dreams. Whatever you did is starting to lose its effect," you explained, and you heard a hum.

"I see, I see." You were pretty sure he was blind though. "I wanted to talk to you anyway, would you mind coming to Yoyogi Park again? At noon?"

"Alright, I’ll be there. Thank you."

"Anything for you!" he chirped. ’Fuck you, don’t go speaking on the phone while I’m trying to whoop you! Get your ass back here so I can beat you properly!!’ You heard, and you were quite confused, but didn’t ask what was happening. "See you in a few hours, then!"

He hung up quickly as you heard a series of roaring though the phone. You were dumbfounded, blinked a few times, then went back to your onigiri. Ah, tsuna-mayo really is the best!

A few hours later, you were on your phone to text Yamaguchi about the news. You knew he was still mad about you not consulting him last time, and because of the glasses too, which you now wore all the time. You didn’t want to disappoint your friend.

You texted him good morning and told him about the dream you had and that you called Gojo. You texted him the time and place of the meeting, so he was fully informed. And sure enough, he replied within moments.

Yama-mama: Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t even know these people.

Yorrr: Yes but he helped me. I have to give this a chance Yama-kun

Yama-mama: There must be other options you can explore.

Yorrr: I don’t think so

Yama-mama: OK…

Yama-mama: Just please be safe.

Yama-mama: Should I go with you?

Yorrr: No but thank you. I think I can handle it

Yama-mama: Call me if there’s anything wrong.

Yorrr: Tanks. But dw I’m gonna be okay ;D

A small smile made it’s way to your lips. Even though it was sometimes a hassle, Yamaguchi cared, and you were grateful for that.

You went to your room and decided to read some manga to comfort you and to pass the time. You happened to pull out Solo Leveling from your dedicated manga, manhwa and manhua shelf, and you let another smile warm up your face. You shot a quick picture of it in your hands and sent it to Yamaguchi with a text that read, ’Gonna pass some time, wanna join?’ Co-reading the same manhwa at the same time but at different places was something you liked to do together. It was alone time, but not lonely time.

He didn’t read your message, but you still plopped down to your bed and started reading. You went on, chapter after chapter, and when you were done, you pulled out another manga and started reading that. A few minutes passed, then half an hour, and the next thing you knew you heard your mother shuffle around in the living room. Is it that late already? You looked at your phone, and sure enough, it was already over ten PM.

Suddenly you remembered that you were yet to explain the whole situation to her. You never told her about sneaking out of the house at three AM, and you sure as hell not going to share this info with her now. But you needed to come up with something plausible. You took a deep breath, put down your read, and walked to the kitchen.

By the way your mother carried herself and behaved, you were genuenly surprised she didn’t have any curses stuck on her. But you were thankful you didn’t have to explain this whole shamanism-ish looking thing you were starting to dig yourself into while begging her to let you try to dance to (exorcise) some awful looking creature she could absolutely not see. And God forbid you give her the glasses, that would just lead to even more problems. You had enough on your hands as it is.

You put the glasses with the case into your pocket as strolled into the kitchen, seeing your mother much on the pancakes you made a few hours ago. "Goofowwihg," she said, mouth full, eyes still half asleep. Good, if she’s sleepy, she’s not that snappy.

"Good morning to you too, mom," you said with a small smile. "How’d you sleep?"

"Hoof," she answered, and you snickered. "Thaff fow we fawhafef," You attempted to translate the sentence to ’thanks for the pancakes’. It was good you made them, now she’s a little more satisfied. This is going to be easier.

"I’m glad, then," you poured her some coffee. "You know how I’ve been sleeping better these past few days?" You asked, and you saw her nodding calmly while stuffing her face with more pancakes topped with strawberry jam. As much as this was a hard topic, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Then you continued. "So it’s all because of a sleep specialist I met a few days ago. He showed me some tricks which are apparently working. I’m meeting him today again, around noon, so I won’t be home for an hour maybe. I don’t know how long our talk is gonna be."

She swallowed the bite and looked at you. "What’s his price? If it’s working, it must not be cheap..."

"Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it covered," you assured her, and she blinked. "I have some money set aside, I’m gonna pay him. And he’s still undiscovered by the major audience so his pay is not that high."

"Don’t be ridiculous, I’m your mother. It’s my job to cover these things for you." She walked to the living room and pulled out her wallet from her bag.

"No, mom, really. It’s fine," you said, but she just sushed you.

"Here’s some for today, you come back and tell me if it was enough. If not, I’ll give you more next time. Understood?"

"Mom, seriously..."

"Understood?"

You looked at her stern gaze, and you smiled softly. You silently took the money from her hand and promised yourself to buy her something nice from this. It was true, once she made up her mind there was nothing that could make her change it. You were sad that she only acted like this when there were emergencies, but... it was not so bad. Both of you had your ups and downs, separately or together.

"Thanks," you said, and went to hug her. She embraced you and patted your hair.

"Jeez, you’ve almost outgrown me and I’m considered tall," she snickered. "My little daughter."

But what it translated to your hand was this: ’I’m proud of you for managing your life so well.’

Your breath hitched, and you hugged her tighter.

She broke the hug a few seconds later. She has never been a touchy person, but you didn’t mind. She let you have these moments and you were greatful for that.

She went back to the counter to eat some more pancakes, and you headed back to your room, tears – happy tears, this time – collecting in your eyes, to put away the money.

Just to see your window shatter to pieces, showering you in shards of glass.

You didn’t see anything...

The glasses!

You quickly grabbed them and put them on.

It would have been better if you had not done that.

Before you, towered a green, tall, and large curse. It had many eyes, blood running from all of them, five arms and three mouths. You froze, eyes widening. You knew you did not have the tools, nor the technique to exorcise that.

You screamed and ran out of your room. Your mother snapped her head at you, but before she could have spoken, you yanked her away from the kitchen, toward the front door.

It was still locked!

"Yori, what are you-?!"

"Open the door!" You shrieked, lookig back to see the huge curse moving after you. It was not fast, but it was damn large. At least seven feet tall and three feet wide. If it blocks your way, you’re never gonna get out!

You heard your mother shuffle with the keys and the front door was opened. You practically fell out to the street, dragging her after you. The curse sped up and you were absolutely terrified. Your phone, you need to call-!

Only to realize you left it in your room.

"Yori, what the fuck-?!"

Your mother didn’t even finish her sentence, still running further away from your house. The curse now found a new target – a pedestrian walking his dog. The poor guy screamed as he got crushed by the monster. You wanted to vomit at the sight of blood, flesh and bones splattering across the sidewalk. What the fuck, what the fuck!

You couldn’t move – it was your mother who forced you to keep running. Now more people were running. "You phone," you managed to blurt out. She was so terrified she didn’t even ask why, she just dumped it into your hand.

You tried to remember Gojo’s number to the best of your ability, and you messed up two times, but managed to dial it on the third time. It rang, and thankfully he picked up.

"Moshi-mo-"

"Gojo-san, a huge curse is tearing down my home and it already killed a man, please help!" You cried, sobbing and trembling as you ran away from the scene, your mother’s hand still enveloped in yours.

"Where are you? I’m leaving now," he said, wasting no time, calling out to someone. You told him the address. "Keep running, get as far as you can. It’ll take a bit of time to get there, I’ll send someone else too. Do you have the mini-bos?"

"Yeah," you answered shakily.

"Good. They’re not gonna be of any help, do not attempt to use them. Just run, do you understand?"

You sobbed out a yes. You knew it already, but hearing that even that little equipment you had was completely useless was hard to hear. "Stay strong and run, don’t look back," he said and hung up.

Suddenly, your mother halted and let out a whimper. "Yori, what are these things?"

You looked up.

There was another curse, right in front of you.

And this one was much bigger.

You shook with fear as you tried to pull her back, but she didn’t let you. Your mother maneuvered her arms to get you behind her as best as she could. You could see her hands tremble. How could she see them?

The curse sarted to walk toward you two with staggering steps. Your mouth dried out.

You saw something flash before your eyes...

You were just in time to yank your mother away from the hit the curse wanted to deal to her. What was that just now? Your body acted on its own as if...

You had no more time to think about it as you drew her away from the monster, sprinting to the opposite direction. You saw a few people running, screaming, as well as a few torn bodies lying on the ground. The green blob was a lot closer than you had anticipated.

The second curse somehow almost caught up to you, it was faster than the first one despite its size. Even though Gojo told you to leave the rods alone, you pulled them out just in case. A little is better than nothing. You ran and ran, the monster trotting after you relentlessly. You had to do something or else you’re not gonna make it!

You felt your mother and yourself start to run out of breath. You have been running around for almost ten minutes now and your legs were not in the best shape. Adrenaline fueled both of you, but it was starting to take a toll.

You took a left, and you were too late to realize it was a dead end. The curse already cornered you. You held out the rods, hoping for some magic to happen.

"E-e-eee-eaaat..."

Your blood froze.

The curse spoke.

It spoke.

Its voice was shaky and uneven, but the words were recognizable. It said eat.

Eat you.

Eat you and your mother.

You let out a small cry while standing beside your mom.

Just when you thought it was over for you both, somebody made the curse let out a shriek that you’re never gonna forget for the rest of your life. It was knocked off its feet and slashed across its body. Before it could have moved more, it got a final cut and disappeared into thin air in the form of black smoke.

The man that remained in its place wore a light coloured suit and had blonde hair. In his hand rested a wrapped item, which seemed to be similar to a butcher’s knife. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, then looked back at your terrified silhouettes.

It took him only a moment to recognize the sticks in your hands. He frowned.

"Where did you get those?" He asked, inching closer to you. Your mother stepped forward, pushing you behind herself. The man stopped. "Oh, are you Yoriko Shidou? Satoru Gojo sent me."

You were still in shock, but managed to nod your head yes. He stepped closer again. "Good. I need you to come with me now."

"Over my dead body, you’re not taking my daughter anywhere," your mother hissed.

"I-it’s okay, mom, he helped us," you point out.

"Yes, and we are really greatful, but there’s another monster lurking aorund our house. Don’t you need to deal with that first?" She questioned.

"It’s being taken care of right this moment," he replied, then averted his gaze back to you. "I’m sorry, but we can’t take your mom with us, Shidou-san," then he looks at your mother again. "I promise you she’ll be safe."

"Horseshit," she says. "You’re jujutsu sorcerers, right? I know you are trouble."

Your jaw drops. What?! How does she know about them?!

The man also looks shocked for a moment, then puts back his poker face. "Madam, I really don’t want trouble."

"Mom, what the hell?" You sputtered.

"Stay back, Yoriko, I’m not letting them take you away from me."

"Mom, wait, what..."

"Fine, fine. I’m backing up," he said, hands held up. His eyes met yours for a moment." But you should know that it was your daughter who sought us out."

Your mom huffed. "Yes, we’re gonna talk about that later, Yori."

"Wait a damn second, wait a fucking second!" You exclaimed finally. Both of them looked at you. "What the hell is happening?? Mom, how do you know about jujutsu sorcerers? And you, mister, why would you want to take me away? And where?"

"I’ll tell you later, as soon as you tell me how you came in contact with them," your mother snarled. Okay, ouch.

"I, however cannot tell you where we’re going. You’ll need to trust Gojo-san for that," the blonde replied, and your mom snapped.

"Absolutely fucking not. Now please walk away, and I would like you all sorcerers to never disturb my family, ever again."

She then grabbed your hands and started to drag you across the street, as far from the unfamiliar man as possible. You yanked your hand out of hers, but she got a hold of it again and continued to pull. "No, mom, stop!" You begged, but to no avail. You could see her face, contorted in a furious grimace.

"I am not stopping, and you better be coming with me!"

"Mom, wait!"

"Shut your mouth if you didn’t manage to open it up until now!"

"Mom!"

"Fine then!" she shouted, and turned back to you. Your eyes widened – it has been awfully long since you saw her like that. Since you saw her absolutely lose her mind and just explode.

"If you want to go and get yourself killed, then go! I protected you for eighteen long years, but seems like you don’t care about that anymore. What a thanks I get! You are the best daughter I could have ever wished for – absoutely useless, constantly ill and costs a fucking fortune just to keep alive. I hope you die like Minato, alone and helpless. Then you will see the worth of my protection, but you won’t have it anymore. You’re the child I never wished for – you’re not my daughter anymore."

Every single word hit you like a freight train. You just stood there, taking it all in, weeping silently as your mother spat insult after insult, all cuts to your fragile heart that just started to heal a bit.

You couldn’t believe it.

But... it was the truth.

You felt that you were never wanted. Everything made sense now. How she looked at you disgusted, how she did just the bare minimum for you, and how she only helped you when she felt pity towards you. You felt like the past two weeks you two made huge progress, but seems like it was all just a façade.

It was all for nothing.

She was already gone when you fell to your knees, still crying, fat tears running down your face. You felt two strong arms catch you before you could have hit your knees, but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered anymore.

You should have just gone and killed yourself that night a few days ago. If you had done that, you wouldn’t be in this much pain now. No, you deserved that, you made her go through so much, it was your fault, your fault alone.

You knew your mother would be happy if you were gone.

Kento Nanami couldn’t believe his eyes and ears.

The girl in front of him collapsed after her mother virtually disowned her and told her she ruined everything. It was brutal, and cruel. Just so cruel.

He rushed to catch you as you fell. You were in pieces, absolutely crushed, crying in silence. He was never an emotional man, but seeing the scene, he wished he had the ability to calm you and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.

But everything was not going to be okay, he knew that very well.

You were weak and vulnerable, the damage dealt to you by your own mother was a lot. He picked you up from the pavement – you were so lightweight – and waited, making sure wherever that woman went, she was out of your sight. Only after a few minutes did he realize that you had to leave the scene and stepped out to the street.

The destruction that followed the two curses that got loose was immense. At least ten people were lying around dead, but he paid them little attention while searching for Gojo.

Just a few minutes later Gojo noticed you two and lifted his hand to wave, but then he saw you being carried my Nanami. "Is she hurt...?" He asked when you two reached him.

"Not physically," he answered, voice low. He let out an unaudible sigh.

"Hello, Shidou-chan. Don’t worry, we’ve got you now," the man spoke softly. He saw as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat to greet him, but you failed.

Just like you failed her, a voice said in your head.

Gojo looked at Nanami. "Ijichi-san is parking a few blocks away, I'll take her to the car."

"It’s fine," he said, his grip softening on you.

"...Then I’ll take you there."

The walk was silent and short, you got into the car without a fuss. You never stopped crying, Nanami noticed. You looked horrible.

He closed the door and walked a few feet away with Gojo, where you couldn’t hear or see them. "What happened?" Gojo asked, and Nanami sighed.

"I tried to convince her and her mother for Shidou-san to come with me. Her mother knows about jujutsu sorcerers for some reason," Gojo lifted an eyebrow to that statement, "and hates our guts apparently. Shidou-san objected when she wanted to take her away, and right on the spot her mother practically disowned her. It was awful," he grunted. "Now poor girl is traumatized to the core."

"Huh," he replied, not knowing what to say to that.

"What do we do with her now? I don’t think her mother wants her back after that," asked Nanami. Gojo thought for a moment.

"Well, I wanted to recruit her anyway because she could be useful against Sukuna. It’s sad she has fallen into our lap like this, but at least she did, so let’s do something with this opportunity," he said, taking his phone out, and texted someone. "I’ll have Ijichi-san bring her to the school, we’ll decide what and how when we get her and she took a breather. We need to clean up here a bit."

"Alright," nodded Nanami.

"Would you mind perhaps going with her? A familiar face might help, but I’m quite busy, and as you know,” he lowered his voice, "I can’t call Yuji-san here."

It was yesterday that Yuji magically came back to life. Gojo and Nanami still couldn’t wrap their heads around how Sukuna could have brought him back, but they knew it had to have a price, they just didn’t know what, yet.

Nanami nodded. He didn’t really want to go, but what else could he have done? He had some simpathy for you and understood what Gojo meant. He got into the car, taking the backseat on your right. You were next to him, staring blankly to nothingness. You looked like you were one breath away form crying again. He couldn’t blame you.

The car ride was silent, he had no idea if his presence would comfort you in some way, and he was anxious as to what to do.

"Do you want to... talk about it?" He asked then, softly.

You swallowed and shook your head no. But your words fell out of your mouth faster than you could have stopped them, or maybe you were slow to control yourself. "It… was not a surprise, just... it hurt. Sorry you had to watch that."

"Don’t worry about that."

Nanami averted his gaze, and there was silence for a few minutes.

He then looked back. "I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Kento Nanami."

You looked at his hand for a second. "Pleasure to meet you, and thank you... for saving us."

"It’s nothing," he answered, because really, that curse was nothing compared to the emotional terror you just went through.

"Excuse me, as well, I’m Yoriko Shidou," you said, targeting your words also for the black haired man in the driver’s seat.

"Hello, Shidou-san. I’m Kiyotaka Ijichi," he smiled at you softly from the mirror. You reciprocated it faintly.

The car grew silent for a moment before you spoke again. "What is going to happen to me now?"

Nanami didn’t know how to answer that question. So he settled for the truth. "We don’t know yet. We’re going to get you to safety now, and decide later."

You didn’t reply to that. You kept quiet for a moment before you spoke again. "You know, I called Gojo today. I had another dream about Sukuna, I wanted to talk to him about that. This dream was... different. It… Ryomen had pink hair and red eyes... now that I think about it, it looked a bit like Itadori-san."

Nanami flashed his eyes to you. Did you know that Itadori was Sukuna’s vessel? Was Gojo that stupid to tell you? Hopefully not... if yes, they might be in trouble.

But if no...

Gojo told Nanami a little about you, how you were haunted by Sukuna-centered historical nightmares. And he also told you that you might have something in store for them, if they can grasp what it is and polish it, you could be very useful to their case.

But these were just big ifs. As far as he knew, you were completely ordinary up until three weeks ago.

Did this dream of yours perhaps have a connection of Yuji coming back from the dead?

He realized he needed to do a little digging.

"What else do you remember?" He asked, hoping to find more clues. You hummed and shook your head.

"Well, that dream was short, I only saw Ryomen for a few moments. But it was drawing some sort of arrow. It seemed like it was entirely made from flames. Its gaze was... terrifying," you shivered.

Nanami was taken aback.

Does that mean that Sukuna might have fire-using abilities?

No, he must not be getting ahead of himself. Nothing is certain, this whole thing needs investigating.

"Oh and... it’s not connected to the dream but..." You fidgeted around while he litsened intently. "Uh, never mind."

"No, please. Anything could be important."

You shiged. "Well, when we were running away from that second curse... there was a moment when it wanted to deal a blow to me and... and mother. And I felt like... I moved to the left. My body knew it was going to come from the right. Now, it might be nothing, I’m not claiming to have anything supernatural or something," the more you spoke, the more red your face became in embarassment. "I just... it felt like I have been in this situation already. I have never had déjà vu before, not even once. And my mother wanted to move to the left. I saw a picture in my head where the curse attacks from the right... Oh God, it sounds stupid, I shouldn’t have spoken," you quickly covered your face, ears red as Nanami observed you.

It really didn’t sound too much at first glance, but given the circumstances – the dreams, Nanami could not overlook the fact that you basically told him you got a glimpse of the near future to avoid death.

It was not nothing.

"Thank you, Shidou-san. It might help us," he assured you.

You glanced up at him, surprised at his words. "Help us? How?"

"I don’t know yet. But every bit of infomation could be a piece of a bigger puzzle we’re not able to see just yet. So you never know."

Nanami saw how you looked at your hands, holding a pair of glasses in it.

Your face was sad. So endlessly, terribly, heartbreakingly sad.

But you put the glasses back on.

I AM DYING THIS ART GUYS- (I can't give credit to the og artist cuz I couldn't find it I'm so sorry 🙏)

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In the heat of rediscovering how this blessed app works and getting overly excited about posting and having new ideas, I totally forgot that I was actually here to post CB chapter four. So I apologize - I hope some funny moments with Gojo can make up for it :P Have fun reading, and see you next time actually on Tuesday! (Hit me if I forget to post on 24th too pls)

Cry, Baby.

Chapter 4. - Sticks, but no stones

After finally managing to escape from the weird men, you arrived back home. Your were puzzled, to say the least, so many questions floating in your head that you couldn’t even follow your own train of thought anymore. You felt worn-out, confused. And tired.

You crept back into your bed, not caring to change back into your pajamas, and thought back to the encounter. The pair of glasses this Gojo figure gave you was lying neatly on your desk, and you dared not to touch it anymore.

As you lifted the sheets and laid down, you noticed the knot in your stomach was still gone. That Itadori boy had really done something to you, you just refused to believe that disgusting thing was clinging to you all this time.

"Just give it a try. And call me when you’ve made up your mind, you know my number!"

The white-haired man had put his hand on your forehead before you could have flinched away, and you had felt a strange sense warmth rush through your body. After that he had said sleep should become easier now, but if any severe nightmares would come back…

"Call me anytime!"

You shivered. How can a smirk be this bright?

You let out a huff as you felt your body relaxing. You were surprised as your eyelids became so heavy you could not hold them open anymore. For the first time in two weeks, the fear of sleep vanished as you drifted off into a deep, undisturbed slumber.

* * *

"I don’t know, Yoriko-chan, this still seems pretty shady to me…"

You and Yamaguchi were sitting on his bed, and you were telling him about Gojo and Itadori. Even after almost twenty minutes of explaining him everything – maybe leaving out some more sensitive parts – he was quite sceptical of the whole situation. Which you understood, but…

"Look, it has been three nights ago, and I have been sleeping like a baby ever since! No nightmares, nothing! I haven’t even had any dreams, except for last night."

Those two nights after you met Gojo and Itadori were absolutely without dreaming anything, and it was pure bliss. Though you did dream some last night, they were not filled with that monster. They were just blurry and untangible, but that was way better than just four nights ago, and you took it gladly.

Yamaguchi, however, did not let the topic slide.

"Yes, and I am still mad about you not telling me right away!" He scolded you for the nth time today, flicking your forehead, again, to which you let out a pained yelp. "You should have taken me with you! What were you thinking, going out into the Shibuya night all alone to meet with creepy strangers?! Where did your common sense go?"

"Out the window because I have not been sleeping for fifteen days straight!" You now cracked, but regretted it right away. In a softer tone, you said, "I’m sorry, I know you’re just looking out for me, but Yama-kun… it has not been easy. I literally had no other choice. I just ran out of ideas."

The room grew silent.

"Okay, but please, for the sake of my sanity, do not ever do that again," he said, shyly putting his pinky on your palm. "Or at least take me with you. I know I’m not a huge help nowadays, but I’ll try my best."

"That’s not true! You are a big help!" You objected, taking his hand and holding it up in front of you. "You have been, since the day you gave me half your lunch and lent me Solo Leveling volume three! I hope you know that," you said, smiling, as he turned his blushing face away.

"O-okay, if you say so," he mumbled.

There was a knock on your door, and Yamaguchi’s mom, Himari peeked into the room. "Yoriko-chan, how are you feeling?" She asked, her voice so soft you swore to Yamaguchi one time that if you collected enough of his sweet mother’s tone, you could make a damn pink cloud out of it and float straight into heaven on it.

"I’m fine, thank you!" You answered, a bright smile on your face. Yamaguchi’s gaze softened as he looked at you.

"Would you like to join us for lunch? I’ve already set the table for five," she said. A moment later, a small head popped up at her feet. Yamaguchi’s little brother, Kenji peeked through the door and audibly gasped upon seeing you holding his brother’s hands.

"Mom, look! They’re finally dating! KENZO, SHIDOU-SAN AND KOUTA ARE FINALLY DATING! THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS, KENZO THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS" Little Kenji practically raced through the hallway, wailing to his eldest brother about you and your best friend. Both of you immediately stopped touching, face red as a can of premium tomato sauce, while looking anywhere but each other. His mom just giggled.

"Come, lunch is ready. Kenji, tell your brother lunch is ready," the woman shouted after the small boy, who was not even eight years old but ran like he was an olimpicon.

"KOUTA LUNCH READY!!" He yelled.

"The other one, honey."

"Oh, KENZO LUNCH READYYY!!!"

You and Yamaguchi awkwardly stood up from his bed and strolled down to the dining room and kitchen. Yamaguchi’s father was at work, so it was only five of you in the house. Besides Kenji shouting to his eldest brother about something involving toy trains, the house was calm. It did not feel loud, or not in a bad way.

You really liked being with the Yamaguchi family. It felt like a real, whole family, that actually functioned well. They were practically the family in the movies – perfect and supportive, no matter what happened they were there for one another. It made you jealous, so jealous, because your so-called family was nowhere near that. But Yamaguchi’s mom acted like a second mother to you, which was something you could never thank her enough for. When you did thank her once, during one of your weak moments when your relationship with your actual mother was at rock bottom, she just gave you one of her smiles and promised you that you were always welcome in this family, and that you had been part of it the moment his son brought you home for the first time. She told you you were the daughter she never had.

That time, you cried to her so hard you thought you had run out of tears forever. And she held you through it, something your mother had never done when you were emotional.

You had to admit that now, chaos did bring you and your mother together during these hard nights, and home felt a lot more like a welcoming place. She was more kind to you, cooked you meals regularly and took care of you. She never locked her bedroom door, in case she needed to run to you immediately to calm and support you after your nightmares. But as time passed, she stopped rushing, meal became less common, and it pained you to know that normally she wouldn’t do this for you, only when you were so deep in shit that you could not take care of yourself.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when all five of you sat down to the table. It was filled with delicious meals and you already felt yourself drooling just by looking at them. Yamaguchi’s mom even made mapo tofu, your favourite.

You put your hands together and said a prayer with your second family, then got to eating. You didn’t really talk while feeding yourself, your thoughts wandered back to the carousel you had been riding for the past three days.

Your nightmares ceased, and your stomach was no longer acting funny. Yes, you did occasionally woke up sweaty and out of breath in the middle of the night, but it was a lot better than it was before. And no new variables appeared – except for the two that you met that night at Yoyogi Park.

You put your left hand under the table, feeling for the glasses in your pocket. You pondered a bit, then pulled it out and put it on yourself. At first, you were afraid of opening your eyes, but when you did, and carefully glanced around, nothing seemed different. You let out a silent, relieved sigh.

"Yoriko-chan, do you wear glasses now?" Himari asked, curious. You snapped your head toward her, as you felt Yamaguchi’s gaze on you. You told him about the glasses, and he did not like this idea Gojo gave you, at all. You knew that.

"Ah, yes, my eyesight is starting to get a bit worse. Guess I’ve read too much manga," you snickered, trying to calm your heart. You saw no ugly fly-rabbits, and that was very good so far.

"I told you two to take better care of your eyes! Kouta, are your eyes okay? Should I take you to a doctor?"

"No, mom, I’m fine," he sighed, digging back to his rice. You knew he was displeased, but… you had to explore whatever fields you could. You knew you would not be able to endure another marathon of non-stop nightmares filled with that monster murdering people.

"I hope so. You two always read so much manga and watch so much anime together. Just keep the lights on and don’t stare at the screen too much, okay?"

You and Yamaguchi let out a "Yes," in unison, then went back to your food.

The rest of your dinner went quietly. When you were finished, you offered to help Himari with the dishes, but she just told you to get some rest as you already cleaned up the table.

Just as you were about to thank her and go back to Yamaguchi’s room, she turned her back to you and your heart skipped a beat.

A purple slug-ish monster was gripping on her back.

No damn way.

"Yoriko-chan? Is someting wrong?" She asked you, turning to you halfway, and you struggled to look away from the creature sticking to her.

"Um, sorry for asking, but has your back been feeling a bit sore lately?" You spoke hesitantly.

"Hm? Oh, yes, it actually has been doing that for a couple of months. I think I just need to start exercising a bit more, I have been falling back on my yoga lately," she hummed, and turned back to the dishes.

The slug looked at you and spun its eyes around.

You were sick to your stomach.

"Thank you for the lunch," you sputtered and almost ran up to Yamaguchi’s room to get your phone. He was already upstairs, and tried to signal you his disapproval towards the glasses, but you were focused on your mission. "I’ll be back in a sec, need to handle a phone call."

And with that, you were already out of the house, standing on the pavement as you pressed the call button. Your feet bounced under you anxiously while you waited for the phone to be picked up.

"Moshi-moshi, Shidou-chaan?" A familiar voice spoke, but you were not up for small-talk now. You felt you had no time to waste.

"I put on the glasses and there is a creepy slug-ish thing on a person’s back. How do I get it off?"

"Ohoho, I guess we got you good after all," he mused, but since you were creeped out and scared – and frankly, still doubted this whole thing altogether – you just ignored that sentence.

"How do I get it off?" You asked again, repeating your words irritated. There was a sigh on the other side of the line, but soon came over Gojo’s light voice.

"Do you have the case for the glasses? Open it up and search for an inner pocket. You’re gonna find two dark coloured rods in it. Pull them out."

You did as he told you and found the flat sticks. There were unfamiliar kanjis itched on it. They were a little longer than your palm, but surprisingly heavy for their sizes. So that’s why the case was larger than the glasses themselves. "Got it," you replied.

"Good. Now take one each in your hands and hold them like you were taking a pinch of salt. They’re small so they won’t fit entirely in your hands, place them mainly between your index finger and thumb."

"Okay," you said. "Now what do I do with them?"

"You sneak up behind the person the curse is on and hit it with them. Try to aim for the head, and hit from right to left, lift your arms up high and use gravity to your advantage. Make sure to not hit the person, though, that can hurt real bad," he explained, giggling at the end. "Oh, and call me back when you’re done! I want to know how my newest student did at her first exorcism!"

He hung up suddenly, and you were left on the pavement alone, with two strange sticks in your hand. You glanced at them, and decided it was now or never. You went back into the house, and sure as well, Himari was still doing the dishes. You decided to not take any chances and walked behind her.

"Himari-san, can I try something with you?" You asked, your heartbeat in your throat as you held the instruments the way Gojo told you. The slug was wiggling on her back, spinning its eyes around again. "It’s an experiment, uh, from something I read online."

"Ah, sure, what do I need to do?" She said, ever so eager to help. This sweet woman.

"Nothing, just stand right where you are. Try to move as little as possible.

"Oh, okay."

You took a deep breath, readied your arms and while focusing on the repulsive thing on her back. You lifted the rods and abruptly slashed downwards, aiming for the creature’s head. It was not elegant, but surprisingly, you hit bulls-eye, and the slug shook. Just a few seconds later it burst open, to which you closed your eyes and flinched back, but by the time you looked at Himari’s back again, it was gone.

It was gone!

A strange sense of pride flowed through you as you lowered your arms. Did it work? Did you help her?

"How does your back feel now?" You spoke, to which she rolled her shoulders and stretched a bit, then let out a surprised yowl.

"Huh, it doesn’t hurt anymore!" She turned around, her face carrying a little shocked mimic. "What did you do?"

"Oh, uh, I don’t know?" You said, more asking than answering. You were just as surprised as she was.

"Well, whatever you did, you can keep going because it feels really relieving!" She chuckled, while turning back to the sink.

"I think… I will," You smiled to yourself.

* * *

Gojo heard a buzz coming from his phone. He looked down to see a text from you.

It worked, thank you.

- Yoriko Shidou

He smiled and locked the screen.

It seemed like Jujutsu Tech would be welcoming a new student this year.

-- > chapter five

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... could I have forgotten to post on Tuesday?

I just realized this.

I checked the updates on Ao3 and Tumblr. Last posted on june 13. I am psycho, it seems.

I promised y'all Tuesdays and apparently NOT EVEN ONCE DID I POST ON A SINGLE TUESDAY

I am so sorry.

Well I mean you got a bonus chapter yesterday so it's not that bad...

Please enjoy chapter four as an apology. I swear I'm gonna set a timer for next Tuesday so I don't just assume I did something without checking.

(Oops.)

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BUT IT DOESN'T HELP THAT NANAMI KEEPS POPPING UP ON MY X ACC

(and I'm totally not opening the app just to see if there's some new art of him I can chew on)

Art by @prenkuarts (prenkuart on X)

Istg that villain Nanami fic is nearing my mind in a dangerous way

Fantasizing about Evil Nanami while knowing FULL WELL that I should be writing my Sukuna brainrot. Guys life is not easy TwT

But like look at him. Wouldn't you just let him ruin your life in the worst way possible and then thank him for being in a part of it.

(I totally would)

{And I totally will write a villain!Nanami x Reader one day. One day I will.}

[But when will that day come 😫]

Artists: Yoshikaru17, michi_aiart on X

[dfroggofarson]

Fantasizing about Evil Nanami while knowing FULL WELL that I should be writing my Sukuna brainrot. Guys life is not easy TwT

But like look at him. Wouldn't you just let him ruin your life in the worst way possible and then thank him for being in a part of it.

(I totally would)

{And I totally will write a villain!Nanami x Reader one day. One day I will.}

[But when will that day come 😫]

Artists: Yoshikaru17, michi_aiart on X

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Cry, Baby. masterlist

synopsis: Eat, sleep, manga, repeat... life isn't so bad, now, is it?

Well, it is, when most of these become unavailable, and you get stuck in multiple different eras with a curse you're absolutely terrified of.

or: An in-the-process Sukuna AU fanfic planned to be set in various eras, including (but not in order):

pre-viking times ~ 700 AD

Sukuna's Heian era ~ 800 AD

England with lots of castles ~ 12th century

The Ottoman Empire ~ 16th century

America n the cowboy times ~ 19th century

and more being in sight!

current number of finished chapters: 9

Chapters - coming every Tuesday!

chapter one - Ryomen

chapter two - Some I-scream, sir?

chapter three - A pair of glasses

chapter four - Sticks, but no stones

chapter five - Abandonment up now!

chapter six - You can't run . coming july 1st!

Bonus parts:

bonus part no. 1 - A vision

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voting #1

whatever this is

note: this is very much in the process still - so if you have anything to talk about, I would very much appreciate your thoughts! I love reading your comments anyway.

Have a wonderful day (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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Cry, Baby - A vision

bonus part no. 1

best read with Time by Sherine

Silks of the finest quality, gold clinking together, gemstones flickering in the hot arabian evening. On his biceps, his wrists, his broad back, his thighs, his feet. As he danced, he moved quite strangely, but with an elegance you had never seen before. He swang and spun with the brute force of a typhoon, but leaned back and stepped so carefully and with the lighness of a feather you dared not even to breathe, fearing that you might disturb his rythm with just the sound of your breath.

You could not take your eyes off of him.

It was like he had put a spell on you, your body not even moving an inch, staying frozen at the same spot while he shifted his balance from his left leg to his right hand, keeping the sword in his mouth. Your breath hitched. You had seen him perform some surprising moves, but a handstand?

But of course, you were not alone with your eyes glued to his silhouette. And to say that Sukuna was popular was a huge understatement.

The amir that brought you and him here to parade and show off the two of you as exotic goods had dressed the curse in the best of clothes (though not much), gave him the shiniest of bracelets and anklets, and even entrusted him with a sword adorned by the most precious gems. He did not seem like a slave at all, rather a dancer with the highest pay, and a style from far and ever so exciting.

His black tattoos seemed to swallow the dim light of candles whole as the sun started setting. He pushed himself up to his feet easily, and just danced and danced to the hypnotizing music, stepping forward then back, moving his arms in a way you never thought it would be possible with a sword in it. He slashed and drew back, his eyes staying focused on his imaginary opponent, not looking at anything else.

He looked mesmerizing.

Suddenly, you were pushed from the back, and you almost tripped and fell. You looked back in surprise and anger, and saw a man – probably high ranking, judging by his expensive clothing and the intricatly adorned women surrounding him – standing before you, spouting something in his language you did not understand. He was gesturing toward the flask of nabidh left unattended by you.

And oh, then it hit you again. You were a slave.

You quickly bowed to him, hoping he’s accept your apology, while pouring the liquid into his cup, to which he made displeasing sounds, but drank it anyway. You reached for the bottle to pour him another round, when you were grasped from behind and yanked on.

You let out a surprised scream, and stumbled backwards. You expected to fall, but instead your back hit something firm, and a familiar arm wrapped around you. You looked up to see the jaws of someone, the only person you knew here.

"Come with me," was all Sukuna said, while pulling you to the cleared area at the center of the pavilion.

You panicked. "What? But I can’t dance!"

You caught a crooked smile on his lips. "I didn’t ask you to."

Before a puzzled expression could form on your face, he pushed you away. You yelped in surprise, already preparing yourself for a solid meeting with the ground, but when you were just inches away from it, a hand caught your waist. Sukuna was smiling, his red eyes flickering, eyeing your exposed form. Bastard!

As if he knew what just went through your head, he grinned openly, and yanked you upward again. You fell forward, right into his chest, and felt his hands wander on your body while gliding thought the dance floor. Your legs moved on their own, following his steps, hands and bodies interlocked. He spun you around and caught you, facing you to the audience, which was the whole hall now. Your face flushed, more so when you realized how hot Sukuna’s skin felt agains you, his abs against your back, your ass against his thighs.

However, he did not let you ponder. Sukuna spun you around one more time, facing you, and leaning down with the sword in his mouth again. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was about to do. In a swift, quick movement, you got free of his hands, and twirled around to gain distance.

If he wants war, then he gets it.

When your eyes settled on him again, he was already close to you, closer than you’d hoped. He grabbed your hips, fingers sliding around your skin, strolling around your umoving form as you froze. His lips curled into a cruel smile, letting the sword fall downwards.

You gasped when he caught it with his hand, threw it into the air, yanked you to the other side of him, and grabbed the weapon with his other hand. You were just inches away from being stabbed in the scalp. You looked at him in disbelief, then angrily, and damn, his smirk just grew wider.

You decided to take matters into your hands.

With a swift move, you attempted to sweep his legs out from under him, but he caught on and jumped back, then waltzed toward you again. You performed a hand backspring, paying extra attention on kicking him if he came too close, and started to play the part of the mouse while he chased you around the circle formed by people. With every step, swirl, and turn you got closer to the edge of the audience, nearing your escape by carefully strolling to avoid his grasping hands. You wanted to leave the dance floor, and his haste steps told you he knew that exactly.

What you did not count on was another man making an entrance.

The guy, lean and athletic, broke into the floor and swept you backwards, when you were just a few feet from getting free. He easily lifted you into the air, while taking some lazy steps back toward the center, and spun you around. You tried your best in not letting out any sound or not looking disappointed, but his full teethed smile told you he also knew what you were planning, and he had some schemes in his head you would not be happy to take part in.

The audience gasped in surprise. The man let you down, grabbed your arm and twirled you around. He included dips and quick steps which started to make you feel dizzy, and you got the impression that you were rather a ragdoll than a human being.  

You could not see Sukuna, but you did feel his familiar palm on your waist a few seconds later. He spun you out of the unfamiliar man’s grasp, pressing you close to his chest. You found his eyes, and in them, saw an unfamiliar expression could have been anger, hate, hunger, pity, or even lust.

He threw you back, holding onto your hips, and you realized it was because the other man was barely an inch away from snaching you back. Sukuna grabbed the sword from his mouth with his left hand, and retreated. However, the unfamiliar guy also drew his sword, adorned with sapphires, and decided to dance across the floor following you and Sukuna. His swungs were not strong, but not harmless either – Sukuna had to let go of you once to evade a strike, and that mistake allowed his opponent to seize you back into his arms. You tried to twirl out of his hold, but he held you firmly, guiding you backwards where Sukuna could not reach you. To which the curse just grew irritated, and moved even more fiercely and more precisely. The music grew louder and picked up a pace that seemed to be impossible to follow, but both of the man managed to throw and spin you around perfectly. Their moves grew so restless that you soon failed to follow them properly, especially with being swayed around. You started to feel disoriented.

And then, you saw a chance.

The sapphire-sworded man let you go for just a blink of an eye, and you ducked out of his hold, spiraling back to Sukuna. He was just a step away, already waiting for your retreat, and as soon as you neared him, his ruby eyes lit up for the shortest moment possible.

You hated him. But for some unknown reason, he protected you.

The other man snickered, and tried to snag you back, but Sukuna gave him no chance. And soon enough, his sapphire sword danced back to its sheath, with its owner stepping back and bowing to Sukuna in respect.

The king stood next to you, with all his might, ruby-adorned blade in his hand, crimson eyes feeding on his opponen’s defeat.

With an arm wrapped around your hips.

Okay well, yappin' time! First of all, thank you for reading! Second of all, I would like to clarify that this is not part of a chapter - yet. But let me tell you about how this little scene came to existence. So I decided to learn Arabic a few days ago. I was like, why not and - because I went to a famous choir school in my country and played the piano and sang for eight years and coped with life by listening to music and writing pathetic little oneshots, - of course, my first idea was to listen to some arabic music. That's how I found Sherine, who is an Egyptian singer, and I listened to her music - dayumm, she's really good, - specifically to the one titled Time (the fourth song from the bottom) on her 2018 album Nessay, and people. I had this vision, which I attempted to write down here. Y'all tell me if its good or if I should stop with the multi-cultural fanfic cuz it's gotten to the point where I have too many ideas. (Also I felt like a pinaist typing this out ngl.) But on a more serious note, this is what to expect when I really get into the story properly. There is a chance of me posting things like this in the near future cuz I cannot contain myself for my sake. So please let me know in the comments - did you like it? See you next Thursday in the next chapter of Cry, Baby.

[dfroggofarson]

I don't normally repost things like that, but... This is just beautiful. Like, gorgeous in the purest way. My beloved little lovebirds. Breaks my heart just to think about them...

Okay... I'll admit this got away from me but just... GOD I love them so much.

[dfroggofarson]

Guys I just wrote some gut-wrenching scene with Sukuna and the Reader. It's like waaaay over at the end of the fanfic I haven't even reached half of yet, but hehe it is what it is.

Listen to In the Darkness by Dead by Sunrise I swear to God. I've always liked Linkin Park cuz like Chester - as they all say - can sing like an angel and scream like a demon and it was just. ✨Bliss.✨ But this song elevated my fansiness to another level. Go listen to it it's so good.

If you don't know which fanfic I'm talking about, go check out the first chapter here and join the voting! (Which is just me disguising my indecisiveness with getting the peepol involved. Heh.)

Sleep well everybody, I definitely will after having a 1700 word breakdown. Oyasuminasai~ 👑

[dfroggofarson]

Cry, Baby - questions

I am quite indecisive so I'm gonna need your help.

So y'all know how I'm writing a Sukuna fanfic? And if you read the tags you also know that it's gonna have some weird twist with norse mithology and shit.

BUT. I CANNOT for ducks sake get a romanticised western and maybe a renaissance Scottish castle-core period OUTTA MY HEAD. so please help me.

Would you rather I just kept the Norse thingy (with some Heian era Japan, of course) and not involve anything else? Or would you have as many settings as possible?

I am very open to suggestions. I am a free soul with a surprising amount of time on my hands for the next few weeks.

Also here's chapter one if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Thanks to all of you, and see you in the next chapter! 👑

[dfroggofarson]

Okay so I know I am suuuuper late BUT happy father's day to our favourite dilf!! 🔥🎉

Forever the kinggg 👑🩷

We all know he's the best (absolute worst menace and threat to all of society) 🫶😍💕

[the things I would let this man do]