#haruta x reader

[angelltheninth]

JJK men getting a boner but denying that the girl they're crushing on caused it?

Lol, that's funny, I think some of them would do this though.

Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Yuta, Haruta x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, boner, getting embaressed, teasing, blushing, denial of being aroused, tsundere behavior, being shy

A/N: Some good teasing is what these guys need, you gotta flip the tables on them sometimes.

Yuuji is a bit of a pervert but he doesn't want you to know that so openly. He was your best friend before you started dating so he doesn't want to freak you out by being too horny around you. It's for the best if he takes care of this quietly and doesn't speak of it again.

Sukuna refuses to admit to himself, and to you too, that a human could cause such a state of arousal in him. You see, he has to be careful not to let you think you have any control over him and his actions. That includes his boner, you may help him with it but you're not that special.

Megumi doesn't want you to get the idea that he only got with you for your body or to sleep with you. Don't point out his erection like that, you're reaching for it and why, to keep it from going away? This is so fun for you, getting a rise out of the normally calm guy like him.

Gojo covers the front of his pants but not so quickly that you don't notice. Chuckling to himself he tells you he'll take care of it real fast in the bathroom and then you can watch the movie to the end. This happened cause he was imagining the two of you in the movie love scene.

Nanami knows this is a perfectly logical response to his girlfriend sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Yet he pushes you of instead of letting you help him with it. Doing that right now would be like admitting to himself he can no longer control himself.

Yuta blushes so hard when you tell him you can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh. Just from a little cuddling and kissing, he's already that hard, ready to fuck. But not really, he insists that it's because he didn't jerk off that morning so his cock is giving him signals.

Haruta almost wants to say this is your fault, the poor guy wants to have sex with you so bad. Still he knows he doesn't have a lot of self control right now, he could hurt you really badly. Lies to you by telling you he was thinking of the last porn he saw, but don't worry, you're hotter.

[dollwritesarchive]

𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 ⎹ 𝓜., 𝓖.𝓢., 𝓒., 𝓗.𝓢.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ jujutsu kaisen / kinktober 2022 / @dollsanime-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ mahito, geto, haruta, choso [ but mostly geto & mahito ] x captive!human!reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ this is a dark fic, please don’t read if any of the warnings are potentially triggering for you! kidnapping, recollections of violence and current violence against reader, noncon, group sex, cum marking, impact kink, free use kink, facefucking, degradation and threats, forced breeding mention, overstimulation, double PinV, all that good stuff.

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 4.2k / one shot

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog and leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions.

you’d severely underestimated Mahito’s cruelty.

no, you knew just how wicked he was. but you’d thought that you were special. he could never hurt you, that’s what you told yourself every time you would lay awake in his arms after you’d been an audience to his cruelty. you were his little plaything, he’d said so himself. that meant he considered you fun enough to keep around and play with, which — at first— was enough for you.

until you realized just how deep you were, and suddenly you were drowning in his wickedness, sucked to the bottom of a dark, cold abyss. all you wanted was to be able to breathe, to find the surface again, so you sought out the only ones you thought were capable of protecting you.

those Jujutsu Sorcerers he and Geto talked about; they almost seemed wary of them. especially one. Gojo Satoru. you’d managed to run away, and track him down, beg for protection, which he and another, Nanami if you remembered correctly, had promised you.

but you were so stupid to ever believe that there would be a place in this dimension or any other that Mahito couldn’t find you, and once he’d dragged you back to these stinking sewers, kicking and screaming by your hair, he’d told you so.

now, his words echoed in your otherwise blank mind, bouncing off each corner. it was easier to focus on remembering his voice, than to listen to the sound of your body being violated over and over, relentlessly, by those recruited by the curse. your sex squelching as you’re forced to take Choso’s size, again. you knew it was him, because he liked to grip your hips and dig his thumbs into your lower belly until you feel like they’re going to push right through you. pressing you inward so he can feel himself bulging against you on the other side. you could feel just how snug the fit was, you can only imagine the view— the shape of his cock poking out from your belly; you were thankful for the cum and tear soaked blindfold that kept you from being forced to watch the sordid display. and Choso liked to rut deep, battering your cervix until you were crying. this time, however, you could only gurgle and whimper, mouth full of cock, too. Haruta’s, to be exact.

it wasn’t just his breathless moaning that gave it away, whining like he’s never been touched in his life, but also the way he would pull his length free, allow you a moment to breathe and drizzle more cum and spit on to your cheeks, and slap them and your lips with his member, giggling when you purse your lips and try to turn your head. but your head was hanging over the edge of the concrete, so there was nowhere for you to escape to, especially when Haruta was planted in the water that you could hear running just below your dangling head. “Wanna see the shape of my cock imprinted on your messy, pretty face.” Haruta croons, grasping a handful of your damp hair at the root and holding you tight in place. “I’ll leave bruises of it if I want to.” he says, and you could practically hear the grin he must’ve worn. “I can do whatever I want to you, you know? Carve you up, break your bones, leave my name in burn marks over your skin. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re completely helpless, aren’t you?” he punctuates the question with a harsh slap to your face, this time with his palm. “Go on, say it!” he urges with boyish delight, “Tell me that you’re a helpless, dirty whore and I can rape you how I want.”

you didn’t want to— the very words threatening to elicit a gag, but you knew he’d hurt you again if you didn’t. “I—I’m a helpless,” you choked on the words, broken each time Choso bottoms out inside you, “helpless dirty whore… and y—you can rape me however y—you want to—“ whilst you struggle to form the words, Haruta places his length over your lips and rubs it between them, slurring the words, and he moans again.

“Mm… Nowhere to run to… no one to help you… you just have to lay here and take whatever we want to give. Fuck, it gets me even harder knowing you hate this.” maybe he could see you clenching your teeth, or the way your brows were knit together, “I want to hurt you even more now!”

but Choso was deep in your guts, squeezing your belly, and grunting under his breath. the stretch was unbelievable the first couple of times he took you, but now your body yields to his size, back arching, and arms and legs trying to flail. if only they weren’t both bound with thick, tight bandage. calves to thighs, and forearms to biceps, leaving your hands and feet helplessly exposed to twitch.

“Not— not inside again—“ you croak, clenching the throbbing tool nestled in your body. he was close, but you were already so full of cum that when he pulled out there was sure to be plenty to ooze on to the concrete under you. you didn’t know if you could handle another load. “P—please—“

Haruta laughs again, pulling your hair to angle your head up towards the man fucking you, though you were thankful you couldn’t see him. your mouth was slack, sore, and hopeless moans slipped from it each time he pounded himself home. “Aw, Choso, she doesn’t want you to cum inside her again! Poor little whore must be so full! Let’s see!” his free hand rubs your lower belly, pushing down until you’re squirming— the remnants of your past assaults gushing from between your thighs and soaking Choso’s groin. your face is on fire with humiliation. “Why don’t you beg him real cute-like, and maybe he’ll be nice enough to paint your tits, instead?”

you knew Haruta was going to get off on your begging, but you clench your fists, and bite your lip in hopes to stifle your humiliating sounds. “P—please, Choso! Please c—cum on my tits, instead! I don’t… I don’t think I can take anym—“

but one hand abandons the grip on your hip to clamp over your mouth, his voice more akin to an animal’s snarl. “Stop talking.” he’s grinding his teeth, you can hear it in his voice, and Haruta has settled for sliding his cock, still slippery with your spit, into your fist. muffled, you try again to beg, but he’s already burying himself as deep as he can go. “Do you think I’ll show you mercy? That all you need is a couple of pretty words and I won’t take you how I want?” you shake your head, eyelids fluttering behind the sticky blindfold. you groan in defeat when you feel him release inside, the warmth spreading. and he leans closer, until his breath is against your cheek. you flinch, but can go nowhere while Haruta grips your roots. “I’ll breed you over and over, however many times I please. And if you ever,” the word is punctuated by a deep pump, coaxing a squeak of submission into his palm, “speak out of turn again, I will make sure that Mahito stands aside and watches you birth a litter of my curses.” weakened, you nod submissively, and after a moment he withdraws his hand. when he pulls his manhood from your tremor-wracked body, you suck in a breath through your teeth; you can hear the cum that won’t physically fit inside you anymore splatter on the ground underneath you.

“He’s wicked, isn’t he?” Haruta hums, fucking your clenched fist at a fervent pace, “but don’t you worry— I’m not. You asked for cum on your tits, didn’t you?” you want to protest, but you don’t have the strength left to, and when Haruta releases your hair, your head hangs over the edge again, your body limp and shaking. his hand glides down to grasp a handful of your breast, squeezing tight, “I’m gonna paint them so pretty for you.” his thumb and forefinger pinch and pull your nipple until you’re crying out, back forced off the ground, pain bringing tears to your eyes, and he moans, finding more pleasure in seeing you distressed than from your hand. “Come on, cry some more,” he coaxes, alternating between tugging and slapping, leaving your skin stinging, “I’m almost there…”

twin footprints approach, and you recognize Mahito’s voice. “How’s my brave girl doing?”

you whine, trying to reach for the sound, temporarily and willingly forgetting that he’s the one that put you in this position in the first place— convinced that he would stop the torture now that you’d learned your lesson. “Mahito!” your free hand clenches and unclenches desperately, “H—help!”

“Help?” he asks, mocking sympathy as his footsteps echo around you, coming closer, before he squats down beside you, and you feel the gentle dance of his lithe fingertips over your thigh. he grips one in his massive fist and drags you closer, grinding your back into the stone floor and elevating your head on to it again. at least there was that— you wouldn’t be lightheaded from being upside down anymore. “Oh, you precious little thing. Why would I put a stop to this when it’s so much fun to watch?” he coos at your puzzled whimper, running the digit pad over droplets of sweat, smearing them into the grime of the ground that clung to your skin. you were sore everywhere, plenty of swollen bruises and cuts donning your flesh, and he didn’t even try to avoid them. “Didn’t I ever tell you? I hate traitors.” he sighs, allowing you to squirm. he doesn’t even seem to mind Haruta’s high pitched whimpering as he smears the tip of his cock over your abused breasts, glazing them with his release. “But, of course, I didn’t want to kill you for betraying me; I’m much too fond of you for that. I want to believe that you will see the error of your selfish ways through just a little bit of punishment—“

“Please!” you break in, crying for him, “I—I am so sorry, Mahito! I won’t do it again— I swear I’ll be good— I’ll never try to run away again!” you were writhing, trying to push yourself off the ground towards him, “No more, please… I can’t… no more…”

Mahito giggles, his hand careening between your legs and you yelp, frantically shaking your head and babbling the same, protesting pleas. your whole lower half was sore and throbbing, used to your limit and then some, but his large, svelte fingers trace the shape of your swollen clit, “Look at this poor, little cunt, Geto.” he purrs, trailing downward, teasing your folds. the entrance pulsates in opposition of yet another entry. “She’s so sensitive, look at her shake, I’ve hardly even touched her.”

Geto whistles in admiration, and even though you’re blindfolded, you imagine him standing over you, head tilted and sharp eyes focused between your legs. waves of heated humiliation wash over you relentlessly. “She’s had to take so much cock since she came back to us,” Geto murmurs, and you can tell by the way his voice traveled closer that he was squatting down, too. “I wonder if she even knows the difference anymore? Or if she’s been fucked so braindead that she no longer cares who it is, as long as someone’s plugging her up.” a palm, Geto’s you assume, pets your head, pushing your damp hair back, only to curl into a tight fist and lock the tendrils in a harsh vice.

“Is that true?” Mahito taunts, pushing his fingers inside you. the sensation is electric, and your head rolls against the concrete, whining. your thighs twitch, desperate to close and and push him out, but they can’t and he’s already knuckle deep with two fingers spreading you open. “Would you even remember what my cock feels like? Or did we let the others fuck the sense out of that pretty head of yours?”

“M—Mahito, please…” you mewl, lower lip quivering. the feeling was already overwhelming, and you were going to cry again. but he didn’t care, his digits probe deep, a third joining the first two to force your stretch even further, “Please… I see… the error of my ways…! Please, please, please… stop… it’s too much… I’m so—sorry—“

Geto hums, thoughtful, his fingers gripping the blindfold to snatch it from your face. “You don’t yet. But you will.” you squint, even in the dimness of the sewer, it was unbearably bright and blinding, and it takes you several seconds to blink the dizziness away, before you see Geto leaning over you, staring down at your writhing form. he’s smirking, but it’s partially a grimace, as if he’s disgusted and aroused at the same time. feeling unworthy to meet his eyes, you avert your own, to catch a glimpse of Choso and Haruta in the corner. both are stroking themselves. Choso strokes slow, eyeing your every move with a furrowed brow and a tight-lipped frown, but Haruta is pumping himself quick, moaning again, licking his lips. they were forcing themselves hard again. to fuck you again. your stomach turns. you suddenly wish he’d let you keep the blindfold on.

your eyelids flutter, looking down your torso to Mahito, who was thrusting those fingers into you at an inhuman pace, and you couldn’t help but squeal his name, mouth hanging open. he catches your eyes and grins, wickedly, yanking his fingers free and smearing the cocktail of essences left there over your belly. “I wonder how much more it would take to open you up.” he croons, mostly to himself, and you shake your head, but he’s not paying attention, discarding his own clothes while you quiver on the floor, splayed and vulnerable.

“N—no more…”

Mahito grins, wrapping a fist around himself. he was already solid, so you knew he’d been watching for a while, possibly even stroking his cock to the sound of your begging for mercy, and the thought made you want to throw up. had this always been in the back of his mind? ever since that first night he took you in, had Mahito thought about forcing you to take him and all of his comrades? and had your betrayal simply given him a reason to do so? “No more? You sure?” Mahito asks, and you nod, desperate for a break, before he cocks his head to one side, and in one, smooth motion, he rips your arms free from the bandaging. you hadn’t noticed his fingertip was blade shaped until you feel it nick the flesh of your bicep, and a trickle of blood races towards your armpit. he does the same with your legs, and you slump, free but too weak to move, on the gritty concrete. “You’d better try to get away, then.”

what?

you wince, peering up at him perplexed, but he’s wearing that damned, wicked smile. “Go on.” you bite down on your lower lip, heart racing. you didn’t know whether or not to do what he says, so you decide you’re better off trying. forcing your body to flounder, you manage to roll on to your stomach, and take a moment to try and plant your palms on the floor, pushing yourself up on to all fours. “Go on!” he repeats, too joyful for your liking, and uses the sole of his bare foot with a forceful kick to your bum to push you forward. with a pathetic yip, your arms give out, and your chin hits the concrete hard when you fall forward. the muscles in your arms refuse to cooperate. “Scream for your Jujutsu Sorcerers to come and save you! Come on!” another kick, and you whine, using your forearms braced against the ground instead to try and pull yourself away, towards what you knew to be the way out. it was a slow crawl, one that had him and Geto and Haruta all laughing at, but you were trying.

“H… Help…” you mumble, inching closer.

“If we can’t hear you, I promise you they can’t, either.” Geto said, now standing a few feet in front of you. “Scream.”

“Help!” you croak, pulling yourself closer. your legs weren’t even bending at this point, and you could feel the mess leaking out of you as you drag yourself along the floor; you were utterly humiliated and exhausted. “Please! Help me!”

Mahito’s laugh echoes just behind your hopeless plea, and then you felt his hands on you, reaching for you. you careen when he grabs your hair at the scalp to lessen the pain, leaning towards him, and he hauls you to your feet, though your knees are buckling before you’re even partially planted, and you’re collapsing forward into his chest, both your hands trying to grasp at his hair and his arms to keep you up. “They’re not coming for you, are they?” he asks, dual tone eyes heavily shadowed by thick lashes. you shake your head, defeated, and one of his hands slip under your thigh, pulling it up, and then the other, lifting you off your feet and spreading you open to him. “No one is coming to help you, baby. You just don’t matter enough.”

“P— please…” you whine again, but he wasn’t listening. “I’ll be good… I promise I will… just let me rest—“ you cry out when Mahito perches you atop his cock. just the prodding alone is enough to send your overstimulated nerves into a frenzy, but he was none too gentle in pushing you down, impaling you all at once. your walls clench, a feeble attempt to push him out, and then spasm when he stretches them open further.

he tightens his grip on your shaking thighs to keep you from kicking, if you could muster the strength, and releases a breath he must’ve been holding, and it morphs into a moan. “Mm, so this pussy does remember me after all,” he croons, and he’s already bouncing you up and down. your stomach churns, your nails dig into his shoulders, fierce enough to collect crimson under them as you bring blood to the surface, but he doesn’t care. if anything, it adds to the eroticism for him, and his fingers dig into the bruised, supple flesh of your sticky thighs. the feeling of being full again, his rigid girth barreling through you, is all but overwhelming. he doesn’t fuck you like he used to— it’s not fun and exciting, it’s cruel and rough. he’s making a point to hurt you on purpose for betraying him, and using his cock to drive his punishment home into your belly over and over again. he’s deeper than you thought was possible, and his ferocity and speed is inhuman. the head of his cock pokes against your belly from inside, battering those already abused nerves.

you can’t even begin to try and hold your pleas back, babbling for him to just please stop before he kills you.

“Such a dramatic, little cunt you are.” Geto comments, and you can hear the swish of his garments behind you. was he undressing, too? you try to look over your shoulder, but his palm smacks into the back of your head and forces it forward, burying it in Mahito’s heaving chest. “And bold.” you’re smothered against firm, muscle pads, and you pant, open mouthed, and taste Mahito’s sweat on your lips, begging for his forgiveness in a string of breathless apologies. “I never once gave you permission to look at me.”

Mahito snickers, spreading your legs wider, pushing your knees up towards your ribs until they won’t bend further and you mewl— too much more pressure and he’d snap a bone. “The rougher I am, the tighter she gets!” he exclaims, “She’s like a little, fucking vice.”

“That’s no good, then,” Geto hums, and you feel his rippled torso against your back— you hold your breath, expecting him to take your ass. “It sounds like we’ll just have to stretch her out a bit more.” smearing then swollen head of his cock over your ass, he teases the hole for a moment, before careening lower to stuff himself into your core, urging for Mahito to share.

you squeak in protest, both arms flailing behind you to push him back. “That’s— too—!!”

“That’s too what?” Mahito grins, baring his teeth as he plows ahead, “Don’t tell me that’s too much cock for you, baby. You must feel like you’re going to tear in half!” he sounds all too elated at the thought alone.

but he seizes both by your wrists and draws them back, squeezing tight, “These bones of yours are mighty frail,” he hisses in your ear, bucking his hips to nest deep inside, “and if you try to push me out again I’ll crush them.” squeezing his fists, you can feel your wrists yielding, the bones on the edge of fracture. you can't even clench your fists, but instead let your hands go limp, whining in submission. “That’s better.” keeping your arms pulled back, Geto rocks into a rhythm almost as cruel as Mahito. locked between the two, you can do nothing but slump forward against Mahito’s chest and try to take it.

before long, whatever strength you had left was quite literally fucked out, and you were nothing but a rag doll for them to play with.

the sensation of both of them filling you at the same time, fucking at different paces, and their cocks rubbing against each other inside you was too much for your already exhausted psyche to handle, so even when Haruta and Choso blocked in both sides, taking advantage of how low Geto was holding your arms, you couldn’t even look up. your cheek smushed against Mahito’s chest, your eyes glazed over.

“Look at her!” Haruta chimes, wrapping your fingers around his manhood and pumping quick, “She snapped so easily!”

Geto was stifling a moan by grinding his teeth, but you could feel him throbbing against your sensitive walls, each and every vein that ground into them had your head spinning. he liked it.

Choso was fucking your other hand, but his free one grabbed your face and pulled it towards him, and you’re too limp to fight it, eyelids fluttering as he glares down at your dazed countenance. you couldn’t focus on his face, your hazy eyes kept threatening to roll back, and a string of incoherent whimpering falls from your swollen lips. “It didn’t take long to turn this one into a mindless cocksleeve. It’s almost impressive.”

Mahito chortles, though it’s strained as he works his jaw, fucking so recklessly that his own climax must’ve been working him over. “All the potential has been there since, ah, the very beginning.” he boasted, before looking at you, “Little whore was always more than eager to spread her legs when I snapped my fingers. Isn’t that right?” if he expected a response, you couldn’t give him one that wasn’t a helpless moan as you’re juggled between the four, cruel men. “Now, she’ll do the same for all of you, too.”

Geto smirks at this, and releases one of your wrists to wrap his fist around your neck instead, marveling at the way you immediately beg him not to, and leans in close to your ear, “Hear that, rapetoy?” his breath is heavy and hot against the shell of your ear, but you don’t have the strength to shy away from him, nor could you with Choso’s thumb and forefinger hollowing your cheeks. “You’re nothing more than a set of holes for us to fuck when we want. One at a time or all at once, you’re going to do whatever we want you to and you’re going to thank us for the opportunity to serve us, so long as you want to keep breathing.” nuzzling into your hair, he presses a kiss to your lobe that you swore oozed acid, “Let’s see just how long it takes to destroy you completely.”

[pswaney12]

I need to post for Haruta again..

There’s some phenomenal Haruta fics on Deviant art that I reread fairly often..

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Haruta x GN Reader: Creampie N/SFW

Requested by my love @pswaney12 : Hey Val!! I’m so excited about your event! If you don’t mind me asking, could I please request 7 for Haruta ? (//∇//) TW: penetration, groping, doggystle WC:750+ Masterlist

“Did you just challenge me, my fair maiden?!” Haruta looked up at you with a cocky smile. You had his hands pinned above his head. He took his challenges very seriously and for you to pin him down it could easily have you pinned below him. “Ooof” you were only to get out of your mouth. In a quick motion, the brunette man had turned the tables on you. Your back is suddenly against the soft mattress. “See like I told you.” leaning down kissing the tip of your nose. “It's cute of you to try.” “Lucky chance you had. Just wait.” You playfully spoke to him as he gave you a peck on the lips. “Wait till I bet ya again hehe.” sticking his tongue out at you. “Mmhmm sure. Now could you let me go?” asked him. “Well, I’m not too sure if I want to… You see I won, don't I get a prize?” he asked. “What do you want?” asked the brunette who had you pinned down still. “You.” Harutas lip bit on his lower lip. “A prize like you is always so satisfying.” Haruta's head leaned down kissing your cheek as the kisses began to trail down your neck. Haruta released your hands from his grip. His hands began to travel up and down your curves. Finding the hem of the bottom of your shirt he began to trail on the inside of your shirt. His long finger found your chest as he began to grope you. “Your skin is always so soft~~” he said as you could feel the warmth of his breath grazing your skin. The bulge in his pants began to press against your sex. Haruta let a low moan out as began to press his body closer to yours.  You could feel the motion of his hips and how badly he wanted to fuck you. “Haruta~” you spoke his name catching his attention. You moved your pelvis against his wanting more friction or giving the hint you wanted him inside of you. “Someone is feeling frisky as well.” The commander easily transitions to his hands tugging on your pants. Bringing himself up he pulled your pants off completely, Haruta slightly fumbled as he began to undress almost impatiently. Think it was cute how he was trying to hurry to remove his clothes. You decided to choose the position you wanted to be in. Turning around your hands and knees, pressing your upper body against the bed while your ass was raised in the air. When Haruta saw the positions you were in he could feel the scarlet blush hitting his face. “This is the position you wanted, I see,” he smirked. Getting back on the bed, he was on his knee and you felt his hands on the lower part of your back. He firmly held his cock giving it a few strokes and guiding it to your entrance.  Closing your eyes as you began to savor the sensation and pleasure of his cock sliding into you. “Nghh~~~” you moaned, your hands gripping the comforter that was underneath you.  Haruta always enjoyed the first initial penetration of inside you. He could feel the tension and anticipation coming from you the way your walls clenched around his cock as he thrust inside of you. Haruta wanted to take his time keeping a steady pace of thrusting into you. Leaning in closer to you you could feel him kissing your shoulder. The light panting coming from the commander the more he pushed deeper inside of you. You couldn’t help yourself as you began to move against his cock craving deeper penetration. Letting out a louder moan as you pushed yourself around his cock making it more sensitive to him. “Crap ______.” he began to pant a bit harder. Haruta found himself a bit quicker and quicker snapping his hips against you. “This feels too good~~~ I-I’m gonna cum soon~” With a few powerful fits and being caught in the moment, Haruta pushed deeper in not even thinking of pulling out. Snapping his hips one more single time he felt the cum being released from his cock into your canal. The sensation of his knees buckling and his head becoming light was like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks. Looking down he could see the cum begin to drip on the comforter. “No matter how deep my cum is inside you, we always manage to make a mess.” he let a low chuckle trying to catch his breath.

[starliteonearth]

Okay but Nanami pissed, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie in hand, effortlessly manhandling that twink by the ponytail, choking them out, and repeating a single question in a tone that promises punishment if answered wrong... yeah somebody at MAPPA definitely reads or wants to write dom!Nanami x reader lol

[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) being on fire for Sukuna

(y/n): *mutters* Why is it suddenly so hot here? Haruta: Because everything's on fire, brat! (y/n): *shamelessly staring at Sukuna* I think it's because of him. He's hot. Haruta: YOU'RE FUCKING BURNING (Y/N)

[alzirr0]

Woah. My FYP is filled with Nanami edits, screencaps, and Nanami x reader stuff. The abundance of content people simping for Nanami on my FYP has skyrocketed. Is this the product of THAT recent episode? IS THIS WHO WE ARE NOW??

(I'm not complaining please let's keep it this way *wink wink*)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Remember that scene where Nanami was beating up Shigemo? Well, could i request a 'what if' scenario where Shigemo tries to hurt Nanami while the latter's distracted and Nanami's wife shows up and the couple end up beating him up together?

‘Son of a bitch!’ Nobara hated fighting against other sorcerers. Especially tacky ones like this.

She blocked another of Shigemo’s swings while he gleefully laughed & taunted her. Again, tacky. The pain from the shallow cut on her legs was starting to bubble up. Making it harder for her to concentrate on the fight at hand. Literally, in a way, as the hand on his stupid sword kept trying to attack her as well. ‘If that thing touches me again I’m going to seriously throw up’.

Just as the two of them were about to cross off again, the young sorcerers stopped simultaneously at the sound of broken glass. A large, blonde man stepping through the shattered door, followed by a woman who looked of distinction behind him.

“See to Nobara.” He told the woman as he removed his tie and wrapped it around.

The woman gave an affirmative and rushed off towards her. ‘That must be Nanami-san?’ Yuji had told her about him, but this was the first time she had met him. He wasn’t what she expected. Yuji had told her he was a salary man who carried a sword, but this guy was way more intimidating than Yuji’s bright, happy account of their time together suggested.

“Hello Nobara. I’m [Y/N]. Please let me see your leg.”

Nobara was snapped out of her thoughts by the woman appearing beside her, and already inspecting her leg. “It’s not that bad.” She told her. “How did you know my name?”

“Gojo and Yuji told me about you.” Nobara flinched when she heard the sound of bones crushing, followed by the sound of broken glass and crushed plaster. “They both seem very fond of you. So I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Yeah…thanks…” She realized that her leg was all better, but was still freaked out about someone knowing her when she didn’t know them.

“How many…and where are they….?” They can hear Nanami ask, no growl at Shigemo as he helplessly tried to get away. Now unable to with Nanami holding him tight by his hair.

“Nanami doesn’t like it when people hurt his friends.” Nobara looked back over at [Y/N] as she made this comment. “He’s very protective. I almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn’t such a terrible person.” She stood up and offered Nobara her hand. “Let’s find Nitta-chan. Make sure she’s okay too.”

“Sure…I-” Nobara saw fast movement out of the corner of her eye, and knew instantly what it was. She quickly pulled out one of her nails and hammered his stupid gross sword into the ceiling. “Not on my watch!”

“You seem to be feeling better.” [Y/N] told her with a soft chuckle. To which Nobara felt instantly warmed & praised. She hadn't met many women sorcerers, but she could already tell that [Y/N] might be a mentor for her one day.

Shigemo started crying apologies. Saying he was sorry and bawling as Nanami kept him loft in the air. The grade 1 sorcerer let out a sigh and dropped him. “He doesn’t know anything. Let’s go find Nitta.”

He turned his back on the slumped form of Shigemo, who kept crying for a moment before his sniveling suddenly stopped and his face curled in a sadist grin. “Don’t underestimate how lucky I am!” Apparently, he had another, non-cursed knife in his waist band, and Shigemo had suddenly jumped up with it to stab Nanami in the back.

He didn’t get far though as 0.02 seconds into his lunge, [Y/N] was between them. Her foot in his chest and Shigemo now across the street in another heap. This time unconscious, presumed dead.

“You can’t just turn your back on people like that Nanami.”

“He’s just a kid.” Nanami replied to her scolding.

“You’re too soft when it comes to children, dear.” She nudged his shoulder as she past, and Nobara suddenly noticed the rings on their fingers. “Speaking of children, we still need to find Nitta-chan.”

“Isn’t Nitta-chan like…20 something?” Nobara asked.

“Yes, but she’s still just a baby to me.”

“Now who’s being too soft?” [Y/N] glared at Nanami as he walked past towards the escalator they had seen her crawl up from.

“Thank you, by the way.” Nobara said as they walked on. “For helping me.”

“It’s no problem!” [Y/N] replied cheerfully.

“We’re the adults. You’re the child. It’s our duty to prioritize your life over our own.” Nobara frowned at being called a child, but decided to keep her mouth shout this time since they did save her.

She thought back on the fight for a moment, and remembered the kick [Y/N] had given Shigemo and how clean it was. She decided that yes, [Y/N] would be a mentor for her. Maybe her and Yuji could train together with them after this was all over? But thoughts like that of the future had no place on the battle field.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi :D

I need to say that I love your writing very much. You're literally so amazing at describing characters and their emotions , their actions and the background as well!

Tho, If you feel comfortable enough - Can you make headcanon or drabble (choice is up to you) about Platonic!Roger Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates having a young crewmate that is very mature but is really self-sacrificial? By that I mean , they are not a fighter but don't want to be burden so they do anything they can to not be useless in their opinion?

So I did headcanons because I'm not good with drabbles. It's either 800-900 words minimum or nothing. I don't do drabbles. That being said, I hope you enjoy this, just remember this is just how I see them.

Word Count: 900

Roger Pirates

Roger totally pouts about you being very mature

You’re a kid, you should be enjoying life!

Orders the crew to give you as few chores as possible.

That’s not to say you don’t do plenty, just that Roger doesn’t assign it to you.

Constantly telling you to go have fun and enjoy the sunshine.

Part of you wants to, you want to make him happy, you kind of want to go have fun.

But what if you become a burden by doing so?

What if you cause trouble like Buggy and Shanks?

Nope! Not gonna happen!

And you go right back to helping out. 

Rayleigh has had to forcibly stop you before.

Actually picked you up, set you in a chair, and ordered you to enjoy a small dessert.

In his defense, you’d been working yourself pretty hard at the time.

The entire crew knows not to wake you in the morning unless necessary. 

It’s not that they don’t want your help, but they’re worried about you.

Rayleigh suggests a therapist. 

You got so caught up in taking care of things that you missed the appointments.

The crew honestly tries their best to get you to stop and relax.

They’ve seen you overwork yourself, it wasn’t pretty and they all felt terrible for not stopping you sooner.

You still find plenty to do though.

Them not telling you to help actually makes you feel worse. 

You’re being a burden by trying not to be a burden!

Rayleigh realizes this and you, Roger and Rayleigh reach an agreement.

You’re to do the chores you’re given and no more unless asked.

Buggy and Shanks aren’t allowed to ask you for help. 

You’re allowed to get the usual early wake up call, but you have to spend a mandatory 2 hours being a kid and having fun.

Your fun usually involves helping Crocus organize the infirmary or just talking with Shanks (and keeping him out of trouble).

Neither Roger nor Rayleigh are happy about it, but they accept that it makes you happy so they don’t say anything.

You tell them that you just don’t want to be a burden… They laughed.

They told you that you were a kid, the only thing kids should worry about is being kids, not about being burdens. 

Still, if doing a certain amount each day gets you to have fun later, they’ll take what they can get.

Whitebeard Pirates

Oh dear.

If you think Roger was bad, try dealing with his son.

Ace loves goofing off and causing trouble.

Haruta also likes causing trouble. 

The two try to get you in on their trouble very, very often.

Not that they do, but they’re really trying to get you to enjoy life. 

Unfortunately, watching them cause trouble and make messes only makes you want to do more.

Their jobs as commanders are important and they’re great fighters, but damn do they cause trouble for people. 

Marco, Izou, and Thatch help though. 

They keep you busy but also keep you from overworking yourself.

Thatch will give you easy tasks in the kitchen, Marco will give you simple tasks in the infirmary. 

It’s always stuff that’s ‘important but I just don’t have the time’. 

Izou helps in a rather odd way. He insists on spa days with you, says your company is relaxing, that he needs someone he can talk to but not like Ace or Thatch.

So you take spa days with him.

He actually really does like your company and it does help him relax, but it’s 90% for your sake.

Even Whitebeard has you help him. 

He’s 20 ft tall, Luffy literally fits in his giant hand! He needs someone to help him with small things. 

You’re young and small, so you do a lot of things he’s ‘too big’ for. Could he technically order things in his size? Yes, but that would be a lot of money when he has someone small who can do it for him.

At least, that’s what he tells people. 

You’re often busy this way but actually do very little work.

Which was their intention.

You’re a kid, they don’t want you being too grown up but they know if they try and stop you, you’ll find other ways.

So they keep you busy while making things easy. 

Organizing things, sorting produce, spa days, writing out various orders from the captain, reading off lists made by the commanders, all stuff that requires very little actual work but is still important to each of the commanders.

Ace and Haruta try to make their tasks fun as well.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it just annoys you.

Are they mocking you by doing this?

Whitebeard does have one very strict rule for you though.

No working after dinner, the time between dinner and bed is to be spent winding down and getting ready for bed.

Someone once caught you trying to clean the kitchen counters after dinner to make life easier for Thatch. 

Whitebeard ‘grounded’ you for a week. You weren’t allowed to help anyone with anything, you felt awful.

Ace and Haruta were assigned to you to make sure of that.

You never disobeyed the rule again.

It’s not that you don’t want to have fun, but you just really don’t want to be a burden to anyone. 

You spend some of the time after dinner just doing what you want to do.

[quinloki]

I love Marco+Ace+Thatch+Izou with the reader but my ideal poly dream ship also includes Vista, Haruta, Namur, and Rakuyo, even though we have like zero information about them. I love the minor characters so much it hurts. Japanese artists on Twitter that draw dream art with them are everything to me

I'mma admit I'm a little sleepy right now.

So I don't know if you're saying you'd *rather* Vista, Haruta, Namur, and Rakuyo.

Or if you mean you want all eight.

I mean, sleepy or not, I say Go Big or Go Home, so by all means gotta catch 'em all \o/ 🥰❤️😍

But I think I would die if eight people were giving me snuggles and attention. Like the attention alone would just end me.

My ideal cut off would be Marco and Thatch. I do love Ace and Izou, but I don't know that I could legitimately field all four of them. Maybe like being on the crew for long enough that I started with Marco, add Izou, add Thatch, add Ace.

Slowly

over the years XD

(I feel like young Marco would be IMPOSSIBLE to keep up with in the first place. The whole Phoenix stamina thing alone would have me considering my life choices XD )

[dio-doflamingo]

So I just finished 125 chapters of jujutsu kaisen and BITCH I AM GEEKED. It just keeps getting crazier and I have to share my favorite characters/moments before I explode

SPOILER ALERT: the shibuya incident (up to pt. 44)

nobara vs. pretty boy Shigemo Haruta

mei mei is OP, do you see the damage of bird strike?!

Toji brutally killing this curse (made my coochie burst)

Flashback of Suguru speaking on his friendship with Gojo 🥲

the finale of Megumi vs. Toji

Shigemo getting CLAPPED by Sukuna

NANAMI KENTO. That’s it, I love seeing him in the field 😮‍💨

[angelltheninth]

How would JJK men act when they see all their cum spilling out of their girlfriend?

This is so filthy and I'm posting it first thing in the morning, hell yeah!

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Haruta Shigemo, Junpei Yoshino, Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, fingerfucking, cumplay, rough sex, cunnilingus

A/N: This got my head spinning while writing.

FINGER IT OUT - Megumi, Gojo

He will help you get all of it out with his fingers. It's fun for him to cup your pussy with his hand pressing to your clit and push his middle and ring finger in. Still so tight. You're complaining about being full yet you don't even want to let his fingers in to assist you. Lucky for you he has patience to take it slow and roll his hand with your hip, not against them.

EAT IT OUT - Yuuji, Haruta

The way he gets the stupidest grin on his face when he sees how much is coming out of you. He had no clue he had that much to give. Maybe you have that effect on him. Since you do that for him he'll pay you back by cleaning you up. You can be on all fours or on your back he doesn't care, either way his tongue will reach into you as deep as he can and that cum right out of your pussy.

GIVE YOU MORE - Sukuna, Geto, Toji

Feels a little offended that so much is flowing out as opposed to staying in. Honestly, he thought you knew better then to let that much go to waste. On the other hand, since so much gushed out it means there's room for more right? Don't mind him giving you another load then. It's your fault that he has to do it all over again, you should have been a good girl the first time around, now you'll take and take and take until he's sure no more can inside your cunt.

FUCK IT BACK IN - Nanami, Mahito, Junpei

You're making a mess when he didn't tell you to. Now he has to fuck his cum back in because otherwise everything's gonna get his cum all over it. The only thing that should be covered or filled with his cum is you. He thought you knew that already. It seems like you don't, that's fine, you can learn. So what do you want? His cock or his fingers? He will give you both if you want.

[dollwritesarchive]

— ⟡ 𝗷𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

characters i will write for

mahito, toge inumaki, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru ( sometimes ), choso, sukuna ryomen, haruta shigemo, yuta okkotsu

characters i will not write for

to be determined

↻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 // minors dni. never repost or translate. reblog if you like it, please don’t spam like. thanks for reading < 3

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

degradation blurb

pretty when you cry ( featuring gojo satoru )

no halo [ part 2 of pretty when you cry ] ( featuring gojo satoru ]

𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨

mistake, repent ( featuring geto suguru, haruta shigemo, and choso )

judgement night

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

dirty talk blurb

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢

what a heavenly way to die

[pswaney12]

Hello everyone!! Here’s your occasional reminder; it is cannon that Haruta is taller than Ace with Haruta standing at 6’3” and Ace standing at 6’1”

[library-of-ohara]

@thegrandlinesimp requested

Throwing one last one in, it’s pretty self indulgent. No no, not for me, for YOU. Yes, all you lovely writers!

I wanna hear how you think your favourite character(s) cuddle (or “sleep in the same bed as” if you can’t see them cuddling) their s/o! Scenario or headcanon, doesn’t matter, I wanna hear how you think they cuddle!

It can be anyone, I’m asking for YOUR faves! Take a moment to indulge lovelies 🥰

Thank you thinking about us and letting us do some self indulging. I know my fellow writers really could use that and we should self indulge now and then. Now he hard part comes, though. Which of my many favorite characters should I write? XD It took some time, but I finally decided who to write. This became more of HC about how they show affection, but there are cuddles in there too, because CUDDLES.

This was written by Didi [@usopp-writes]

Enjoy <3

Haruta, Zoro, Whitebead and Garp x GN reader (separately) SFW Word count: 962

Haruta

When you’re alone, he’ll lean against you, holding your waist and placing his head on your chest.

Whenever you’re sitting next to each other – mostly when eating together – he’ll sit as close as possible and you can feel his hand on your thigh now and then.

Haruta loves to come up to you and hug you for a long while, before letting go. He’s very physical affectionate.

Cuddling on deck is a common activity for the two of you.

Pillow and blanket hugger. When you sleep in same bed as him, you either get used to it being warm due to all the pillows and blankets or that he steals your stuff.

If you don’t mind it warm, he’ll hold you close to his body at first, but then shift position and becomes the little spoon.

He loves feeling you next to him and he will hold your arm or get your fingers tangled, just to be able to be closer to you.

He often suffers from insomnia and will wake up after a few hours and get up, but make sure to tug you in, so it feels as if he’s’ still there.

Will come back in the early morning to snuggle and cuddle with you again. He might even fall asleep again.

On nights he has been able to sleep through, you’ll wake up with him half-way on top of you. He’s very clingy at night.

Zoro

Is too busy training to show any affection during the day, though can be talked into a hug.

Loves it when you sit next to him when he’s napping. His arm will be draped around you if you do.

Isn’t one to initiate PDA or to hug you, but on the other hand doesn’t mind when you do.

He will, however, more than often give your shoulder a soft pat or squeeze your hand for a brief moment, as to tell you he’s still there for you.

Doesn’t care if you sleep in same bed or not, but definitely likes it more that you are in his bed than not in it.

Will be the big spoon, holding you protectively in his arms.

If you face him, he’ll kiss you and pull you as close to him as possible.

He will make sure you’re comfortable before falling asleep.

The entire time he’s sleeping next to you, he’ll be holding you in one way or another. He’s extremely protective over you and just wants to make sure you feel safe with him.

He gets up way before you, but will tug you in properly, so you get enough rest.

Whitebeard

Once you’re done with all your work, he expects you to come to him and sit on his lap.

He’ll gently shield you from his ‘sons’ with his arm, before listening to how your day has been.

Will lift you up to give you kisses all over your face.

For a man his size, he is rather gentle with you, making sure you are safe around him, when he showers you in his love and admiration.

You’ll feel a hand gently patting your head or a finger rubbing your back, whenever he feels the need to touch you in some way.

Doesn’t care what others (his ‘sons’) thinks about all the attention and affection he showers you in and it’s a lot. Be prepared for him lifting you up and place you on his shoulder when he feels the need to feel you close.

At night, you’ll be placed on top of him, just above his heart. You can hear it beating underneath you, a steady beat that will help you drift off.

His hand is placed above you, being your blanket.

He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and will go to the end of the world to make you comfortable, as long as you’re right next to him that is.

You’ll feel him all around you all the time during the night, due to him using his Haki unconsciously, so he knows you’re with him when he wakes up.

Garp

Surprise hugs and face nuzzled into your shoulders are to be expected. He can’t help but love to annoy you with it, because he knows you do like the attention he gives you.

Will make you sit on his lap, while he makes his reports or whenever he feels like it, sometimes feeding you crackers.

He doesn’t care if you have done your work or not. When he wants to spend time with you, he’ll just order someone else to finish your work.

Is definitely the one acting like a child when he wants to cuddle or snuggle with you and he will pout if you deny him your time and affection.

At night, he’ll first lie in bed face to face with you, admiring your beauty, while gently stroking your back and having your legs tangled together.

He’ll make sure to caress your entire body before you get to sleep. It’s his way to shower you in love and make sure you relax and feel good before sleep takes you.

Will then pull you close to his chest, making you feel safe and secure.

Don’t expect to sleep in his arms all night. He tosses around a lot in his sleep.

Sometimes you’ll wake up on him, while he holds you tightly.

Will spend some time in the morning with you in bed, cuddling close and give you a soft start of the day, no matter how busy the day will be.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Haruta seeking revenge on Nanami's heavy pregnant wife

Pairing: husband!Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: When Haruta hears about Nanami's wife, he is more than delighted to search and kill her. He didn't think about (y/n)'s very own abilities and her furious husband though.

Warnings: injury, language, pregnancy, really angry hot Nanami, not 100% proofread as I have to get going now and won't be able to publish this today otherwise

Tags: @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @dazaisdick @sanicsmut @arehzhera @mynahx3 @ploylulla @tzubaki @beatrexworld @kenstarsworld @wifenanami @arehzhera @mysuperrainbow @nanami-s-sunshine @nervoussongcherryblossom

You.

His heart almost beats out of his chest just thinking about the things these creatures are able to do. You live here, at Shibuya. When Nanami received the call about what is going on here, he instructed you to stay home with all doors closed. After all, you are heavy pregnant with his child. Despite being a great jujutsu sorcerer, you shouldn’t be on the streets right now. No harm should ever come to you.

But right now, you aren’t replying to any messages your husband sends you, not a single sign of life.

He yanks the blonde-haired man up by his ponytails, on the brick of losing his temper completely. Not only did this thing kill countless of his comrades on its way, but maybe him and his comrades did something to you. Why would you not reply to his countless messages? If they hurt a single hair on your precious body…

Nanami slams him into a nearby building with full force. Despite the abilities of that man, he won’t be able to survive that.

“Did you receive any sign from (y/n)?”, Nanami questions towards the two girls, kneeling in front of Nitta to inspect her wounds.

They might look bad, but she’ll survive if she sees Shoko within the next hours.

“No. No sign at all”, Nitta mumbles.

Everyone knows about the value you hold for Kento Nanami. No wonder, after all you are his precious wife, the only human being on this earth who is able to make his features soften and steal a smile from him. Yes, you are truly special to him. And the fact that you are not replying…Nobara swallows, the look on his face sending shivers down her spine. You should have been evacuated, out of Shibuya, maybe staying at Jujutsu High as long as the fight goes on. But it was already too late, it would be way too dangerous to leave now.

“What is going on?”, he mutters to himself.

“I’m sure your wife is fine. She’s tough, someone like that loser wouldn’t be able to bring her down.”

His eyes dart towards Nobara. Yes, she’s right. You have to home. Maybe you just fell asleep. The pregnancy made you tired all the time. Probably you’re laying on the couch, the chaos around you completely unnoticed. Yes, that’s how it must be.

“I am sure he wasn’t alone. Maybe someone found one of his accomplices. It’s best we bring them down before they cause more trouble. ”

Nanami strictly forbid you to go out on the streets. And that’s what you do, laying on the couch with the blanket your precious husband wrapped you in pulled up to the nose. You just woke up from a heavy sleep, lifting yourself up just a bit to look out of the window.

“What is going on down there?” you mutter to yourself.

Please, let Kento be alright. He promised to return to you, that nothing major will happen. Oh, how much you wished you could help. Your hands caress your swollen belly softly. Fighting is no option at the moment, though. All you can do is say here in safety until they successfully exorcised all courses around Shibuya. You sign to yourself, lids already hanging so low that you are on the brick of passing out again. After this nap, you’ll definitely call him.

“Still no sign…”, Nanami mumbles, the only response being your angelic voice which directs him to your mailbox.

“Maybe she’s just sleeping, after all (y/n) is pregnant, right? Would you like to call someone to look after her? Your shared apartment is only two blocks away, right?”, Nitta suggests.

“I can look after her!” Nobara interjects immediately.

“No, that wouldn’t be wise. We still have to look after the other assistance directors. There’s no way he worked alone. When the area is safe, I will go and look after her myself”, Nanami responses before putting his phone back.

You always sleep around this time. Surely everything is alright. After all, no one knows where he lives…right?

Haruta smiles to himself, body not moving an inch before the steps of his three opponents are gone.

“Your pregnant wife, huh? So killing her counts as a double kill, how exciting!”

-at your apartment-

Your eyes snap open immediately. The energy around you completely changed. What you feel here…Your whole body is tense, hands clenched into fists. That’s cursed energy, without any doubt.

As fast as possible you lift yourself off the couch, grabbing your throwing knives placed underneath the couch. When Kento got the call, you knew this has to be something big, that you might not be safe at Shibuya anymore.

“I know how much I’m asking from you, but please stay here and lock the door. At this point it would be even more dangerous to leave. Promise that you’ll be careful, sweetheart.”

Your husband wrapped his arms tightly around you, careful not to squeeze your sensitive belly in the process.

“I know my limits, Kento. I would never risk the life of our child for a fight. As much as I’d love to help you out, I will stay here until you tell me it’s over”, you assured him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before he left your apartment with one last loving look back.

Kento. You should give him a call, at least message him about what you feel. As fast as possible you type his number, eyes darted towards the entrance. There isn’t much time left, whatever is on its way here will soon arrive.

“(y/n), I was dead worried about you. Are you alright?”

“Someone’s here. Someone with heavy cursed energy, Kento. I will do what I can, but-“

“Did you really think a locked door would be enough to keep your enemies out of here? Oh, look at you, congrats for putting a baby inside you! That was that blonde-haired man, wasn’t it? Y’know, I’m here because of him, so better be thankful. Come on, don’t look at me like that, let me give you a hug.”

Instinctively, you let your phone fall to the ground, your throwing knives leaving your fingertips at horrendous speed. As fast as possible you seek shelter behind your couch, escaping his blade just in time before he’s able to pierce through your shoulder.

Normally, you would have been able to dodge his attack easily, but with that heavy belly of yours, every sudden movement feels like a burden. You depend on your husband’s help, that’s for sure. The man with the blonde ponytail and ruptured face might not be an impossible strong opponent, but you are restricted. And one single hit might not only mean that he hurts you, but also your unborn baby…

You furrow your brows, eyes busy analysing his moves.

“You know who’s responsible for how wrecked up my face looks? Your husband! He even pulled my hair”, the man in front of you cries out, sword just about to hit you when you escape his force just in time.

“I get it, you have a really kickable face after all”, you press out, grabbing your katana under the kitchen table to dodge his attack.

You huff heavily, lungs feeling as if they’ll burst every minute while you taste blood on your tongue. Fuck, this is more strenuous than expected. Your baby kicks you uncomfortably in your guts, making you see stars for a second. A second in which he is able to place another hit, a second in which he is able to brush over your forehead with enough force to make your skin burst.

All you see is red, blood taking your sight almost completely. With a swift motion you try to wipe it away, try to get a hold of yourself. But before you are even able to breathe again, he forces his blade against yours.

“He’s already on his way, I would shit my pants if I was you”, you hiss through gritted teeth, jumping onto the table in order to have the higher ground.

You feel so damn tired. The heavy weight on your belly, the fact that you have to pee again and that you haven’t trained in ages. You aren’t dumb, you are very aware of the fact that you are fucked right now. But you know Kento heard you, that he is already on his way. You just have to fight back a little while longer…

“Oh, don’t worry about me”, he casually replies.

You stare at his empty hands, eyes wide open in horror. Where the hell did his sword go? Did he lose it while the both of you were fighting? No, you didn’t hit him so hard, this can’t be. But where-

A toe-curling scream escapes your lips when a scorching pain runs through your left thigh. You don’t dare to look don’t, this just has to be his blade.

“How?” you breathe out.

Calm your breathing, calm your pounding heart. You have to keep going, you have to-

Suddenly your shoulder bursts open, blood spilling over your husband’s shirt. You can’t breathe, whole body on fire. His sword, it’s still stuck in your shoulder. Just when it’s about to move out again, you grab the blade with your naked hands to stop it from piercing through you again, your sharp and fast breaths hanging in the air.

“Come on, why stop now when it’s getting funny? I was aiming for your fat belly next”, the guy in front of you complains with a pout.

Blood rushes through your ears, glossy eyes fixated on him in front of you.

“But fine, if you want it that way, I will use my own hands.”

Fuck, what are you supposed to do? If you let go of the sword that cuts through your palms, he will stab your unborn child. But if you lay here and do nothing, he will punch your belly with full force. You have to make a decision, you have to save your unborn child, the child you and Kento awaited for years now. The look on his face when he found out, the tears of joy that pooled his eyes…

You can’t die here. And so does your child.

With the last force you have left in your body, you kick his chest while still holding onto his sword tightly. Fuck, every movement hurts like hell, your blood spilled on the carpet you bought a few weeks ago. You can’t do this any longer, you need to get out of here, you-

“You have some nerves.”

His sheer presence is enough to make the man in front of you stop in his tracks.

“Kento…”, you mumble, wave of relief washing over you.

He’s here, your knight in shining armour, your loving husband. You did it. You held on just long enough.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson by now. Didn’t I teach you what you get for the things you do?”

His whole body is tense, the muscles underneath his shirt to tight that they might burst every minute. Kento grabs the neck of the man who attacked you earlier with full force, dragging him across the room.

“Give up and die already”, Kento hisses.

Tears start to pool this man’s eyes, staring at your husband with wide eyes while he throws him through the bursting window, down onto the streets of Shibuya, over 10 floors.

Without hesitation he hurries to your side, hand gently cupping your cheek. The threatful man from only seconds ago is gone in the wind. What is left is your loving husband who caresses your belly softly, lines of worry decorating his face while scanning over your bloody body.

“Don’t worry, this is nothing Shoko can’t fix. The…the baby is fine…”, you huff out.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I thought he was dead already, never did I imagine that…”

“Don’t think about it too much, Kento. This is in no way your fault. The most important thing is that the baby is fine. That’s all that matters.”

“But you matter too, (y/n). You are the love of my life. When you called me and I heard his voice, a part of me died. That he was able to injure you, that he put his hands on your delicate skin…I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I love you so much…”

Carefully, he wraps his arms around you and lifts your trembling figure off the ground.

“I love you too. But you have to admit I did pretty well”, you mutter against his chest.

“You definitely did. You are my wife, after all”, Kento replies with a small smile, carrying you to Shoko.