He presses you gently against the wall, his lips tracing soft, sensual kisses along the curve of your neck. You're caught between the chill of the tiled wall and the heat radiating from his body — a delicious contrast that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling through the strands as you hold him there, unwilling to let him pull away. His hands slip beneath the thin fabric of his your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin as they slowly trail upward, igniting a path of goosebumps in their wake.
His breath hitches when your hips shift instinctively toward him, the space between you practically humming with tension. His mouth finds that sensitive spot just beneath your ear, and the soft sound that escapes your lips only urges him on. You feel his fingers explore your upper body, slow and deliberate, learning every inch of you like a language he’s desperate to master.
Your heart pounds in rhythm with his, your bodies drawn together by a force neither of you can name — only feel. The world fades into a blur of heat, breath, and longing, the moment stretching out endlessly as he kisses you like you're the only thing he's ever wanted.
Time doesn’t exist here. Just the wall, his hands, your breath, and the way he whispers your name like a promise against your skin.
He walks in and wraps his arms around your waist as you stand by the window, quietly watching the raindrops dance on the vibrant green leaves of your garden.
He presses tender kisses along the column of your throat, moving down to your shoulder. His grip on your waist tightens, as if he’s trying to ground himself in your presence.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, lost in the moment as he continues his gentle ministrations. One of his hands slides down to hold your hip, and suddenly, he lifts his head to shower your face with a flurry of soft kisses.
You can’t help but giggle at the delightful sensation and playful energy of his actions. When you finally turn to look at your lover, you see him smiling softly at you. You return his smile, and together, you both gaze out the window, basking in the serenity of the moment. The soothing sound of raindrops hitting the rooftop enhances the calmness of the atmosphere.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
(song: "Her Song" from i don't wanna be a magical girl)
HAHAHA IM FINALY WRITING THIS
This was a request/idea that was sent to me quite some time ago, and I feel soooo bad it's taken so long.
But here we are.
Hunter!Nanami X BigBadWolf!Reader
MINORS DNI; GET THE FUCK AWAY!!!
Warnings: Smut, degradation, praise, kinda-techincally-if you actually pay attention- Non con but its the hentai kind where by the end you are so fucked out that you have hearts in your eyes and turn into a good girl. Uhm- Don't read if you are uncomfortable, TO THE PERSON WHO REQUSTED! If I didn't write this how you wanted me to, I will rewrite, cause I love you.
Divider Credit to: @uzma-qureshi
Sticks and dead leaves crinkled and snapped under your feet as you stalked your prey. A little girl in a red hood, completely alone, practically begging for you to rip her apart and have her for your meal. You could smell her from here and it made your mouth salivate. You hadn't has a decent meal since your pack had been slaughtered by a hunting party a few weeks ago, but this child, with meat on her bones and completely defenseless stature looked delicious.
You took another step forward, silent and precise, when suddenly—
A sharp force struck you from behind. Before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your throat, dragging you back with inhuman strength. Your back slammed into rough bark, knocking the breath from your lungs.
"Pathetic," a deep voice rumbled, thick with disdain. "A desperate little wolf preying on children? How low you’ve fallen."
Your instincts roared to fight, but your limbs were pinned before you could so much as snarl. His grip was unyielding, his body pressed firm against yours, trapping you beneath sheer strength. The scent of steel, leather, and something distinctly male filled your senses. A hunter. No, not just any hunter.
Him.
Golden eyes burned into yours, sharp and unreadable, his expression calm despite the way his fingers tightened around your throat. There was no hesitation, no fear—only control.
"You should have stayed in the shadows," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips.
You twisted midair, claws unsheathing, but before you could right yourself, a rough hand snatched your tail and yanked. Pain burst up your spine as you were dragged back, your body thrown hard against the trunk of a tree.
A snarl ripped from your throat, claws slashing blindly, but he was faster. His grip caught your wrist mid-swing and wrenched it aside, his other hand forcing your shoulder back against the bark. You kicked, twisting, growling, but it only earned you a stronger grip—his knee pressing between your legs, pinning you in place.
"Pathetic," a deep, cold voice sneered in your ear. "You think you're a predator? Look at you—desperate, sloppy. Easy prey."
You bared your fangs, snapping at him, but he yanked your wrist higher, forcing you to arch against the tree, completely at his mercy. Your tail bristled, lashing in frustration, but his grip on it only tightened, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through you.
"Let. Me. Go," you snarled, breath heavy, chest heaving.
The hunter—no, the man who had ruined your life, who had slaughtered your pack—only chuckled, his golden eyes glinting with something dark, something possessive. His fingers flexed against your throat, keeping you right where he wanted you.
"Not a chance, little wolf," he murmured. "You should have known better than to hunt in my woods."
Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin, and you realized—this wasn’t just about stopping you. This was about control. Dominance. And you were losing.
You bared your teeth, growling deep in your chest as your claws scraped against the bark. He was strong—unnaturally so. No human should’ve been able to pin you like this, to restrain you so completely. You could feel the heat of him, the sheer power humming beneath his skin, and it made something primal coil in your stomach.
You lashed out again, your free hand swiping toward his throat. His grip shifted, and before you could land a strike, he caught your wrist midair, twisting it behind your back. The movement forced you to arch, your chest pressing against him. His weight bore down, making it impossible to move, his knee wedged firmly between your thighs.
"Still fighting?" he mused, voice deceptively calm. "Tsk. Foolish little beast."
A sharp tug at your tail made you choke on a snarl, a shock of sensation racing up your spine. You tried to yank it free, but his grip was unyielding, toying, testing. Your breath came faster, frustration tangling with something else, something you refused to name.
Your body betrayed you.
"You should’ve run the second you smelled me," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was low, deep, like the steady rumble of thunder before a storm. "But you just had to be greedy, didn’t you?"
"You—" You snarled, only for the words to cut off as he pressed harder against you, every inch of him searing heat and unrelenting strength.
"I should kill you," he continued, ignoring your struggle. "You know that, don’t you?" His grip on your wrist tightened, his other hand shifting, trailing over your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to remind you how easily he could snap it. "After all, that’s what we do to wild things who don’t know their place."
Your breath hitched, your tail twitching in his grasp.
"But," he mused, dragging the word out, his tone laced with something wicked, something almost amused. "You’re more interesting alive."
A new kind of tension coiled between you, thick and heavy in the night air. Your instincts screamed at you to fight, to flee, to do something—but you couldn’t. Not like this. Not with his body pressing into yours, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dripping with something dangerous.
Your breath came in ragged pants, chest rising and falling against his unyielding grip. Every instinct told you to fight—to snarl, to bite, to claw your way free—but your body was betraying you in ways you couldn't ignore. His touch was forceful, commanding, and worst of all, it was starting to seep into something deeper, something dangerous.
"You’re trembling," he noted, his tone carrying that infuriating calm. "Not so brave now, are you?"
"I’ll rip you apart," you spat, voice raw with fury.
A sharp chuckle left him, low and mocking. "Will you?"
Before you could snap at him again, his hand shifted from your throat, dragging down, tracing over your collarbone, pressing firmly between your ribs. Testing. Mapping. His fingers slid lower, trailing the outline of muscle, the heat of his palm burning through the thin fabric covering your skin.
Your claws dug into the bark behind you, your tail twitching as he leaned in closer. His grip on your wrist didn’t loosen, nor did the pressure keeping you locked in place.
"You act like a cornered beast," he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jaw. "But look at you now. Your body knows better, doesn’t it?"
A growl rumbled in your throat, but it was weaker this time, something uncertain creeping into the sound.
Nanami was relentless. His knee pressed in closer, forcing your legs apart just slightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. His fingers trailed down your stomach, slow, deliberate, teasing in a way that made heat coil traitorously in your core.
You hated it. You hated him. You hated how your body reacted, how your strength was waning, how your head was spinning in something other than rage.
"I should kill you," you bit out, but even you could hear how thin the threat had become.
Nanami hummed, his fingers curling around your jaw, tilting your head back just enough for you to meet his gaze. Those golden eyes burned with something unreadable, something dark and consuming.
"No, little wolf," he murmured. "You won’t."
Your breaths came quicker now, shallow and uneven, though whether from anger or something else entirely, you could no longer tell. His scent wrapped around you—woodsmoke, leather, and steel, laced with something richer, something undeniably male. It was suffocating. It was intoxicating.
Nanami didn’t let up. His fingers skimmed along your jaw before slipping lower, tracing the curve of your throat, pressing just enough to remind you who was in control. His knee nudged between your thighs again, slow and deliberate, his movements measured, predatory in their patience.
You should’ve been fighting harder. You should’ve been snarling, clawing, anything—but your limbs felt heavy, your strength slipping through your fingers like sand. Your tail twitched, betraying you, flicking against his leg. He noticed.
"You’re softening," he murmured, his voice velvety, coaxing. "I can feel it."
"Shut up," you hissed, but it lacked bite.
His lips brushed your throat again, firmer this time, a ghost of a kiss or a threat—you weren’t sure which. His teeth scraped over sensitive skin, teasing, tasting. A shudder wracked through you, and you cursed yourself for it.
Nanami exhaled a quiet chuckle, his hand pressing lower, flattening against your stomach. "Still pretending you don’t want this?"
You bared your teeth, willing the fight back into your body, but your resolve was slipping, crumbling under the weight of his touch. His grip on your wrists never faltered, keeping you pinned, keeping you at his mercy.
"Such a stubborn little thing," he mused, his breath hot against your pulse. "I could break you so easily."
Your nails bit into your palms, but the words sent a thrill down your spine, something wicked curling in your stomach. You hated him for it. You hated how his body felt against yours, solid and warm and impossibly strong. You hated how his voice seeped into your bones, slow and deliberate, unraveling you thread by thread.
"Try," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Nanami stilled for a fraction of a second. Then—
His grip on your wrists tightened, and his body pressed fully into yours, a solid wall of heat and dominance. His lips traced up your throat, pausing just beneath your jaw, his teeth scraping, testing.
"You should be careful what you ask for," he murmured. "Because I never do anything halfway."
You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering beneath his lips. Your tail flicked again, this time curling around his leg, drawing him closer instead of pushing him away. The realization hit you like a strike to the chest.
You were losing.
Nanami didn’t give you a moment to think, to catch your breath, to rebuild the walls that were crumbling with every second you spent under his hands. He pushed forward, pressing his weight against you, forcing your back harder into the rough bark. You hissed at the bite of it, but the sound twisted into something else when his fingers ghosted lower, teasing, exploring.
"You’re holding on by a thread," he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet caress against your ear. "But I can feel it unraveling."
His lips pressed against the curve of your jaw, not gentle, not hesitant—firm, possessive. He didn’t ask permission, didn’t need it. His knee shifted, pressing higher between your thighs, parting them just enough to make you gasp. A satisfied hum rumbled in his throat, pleased by your reaction.
You growled, baring your fangs again, desperate to hold on to the anger, the defiance. But when you tried to jerk forward, to fight, to reclaim even an inch of control, his grip only tightened, pushing you back into place, a reminder that you were caged. Trapped.
His mouth moved lower, trailing down the column of your throat, his breath searing against your skin. His teeth scraped over your pulse, lingering, teasing, a silent question. Your heart slammed against your ribs, your body traitorously arching into him.
"Ah," he breathed, amused. "There it is."
A whimper caught in your throat, but you swallowed it down, shaking your head, trying to deny what was happening—what he was pulling from you.
His fingers tightened on your wrists, his other hand dipping lower, tracing along your ribs, your waist, mapping every inch of you like he owned it. Your tail curled again, wrapping around his leg, an unconscious plea.
"You can fight it all you want," he said, voice thick with promise. "But your body already knows who it belongs to."
Your breath hitched, your claws curling into your palms. You should’ve kept fighting. You should’ve torn into him, made him bleed, done anything to stop this descent.
You bared your fangs, a final act of defiance, but the effect was lost when he pushed his knee up again, parting your thighs further, forcing you to feel him, all of him. A broken sound caught in your throat, something dangerously close to surrender.
Nanami chuckled, a rich, dark thing that sent heat licking down your spine. "Ah. There it is again."
His lips dragged lower, tracing the curve of your shoulder, his teeth teasing, threatening. You tensed, waiting for the bite, for the pain—but instead, he kissed the spot, slow, lingering. The contrast sent your mind spinning.
"You’re trembling," he noted, his grip shifting, fingers pressing deeper into your waist. "But it’s not from fear, is it?"
Your tail flicked, betraying you yet again. His fingers tightened in response, gripping the base, a possessive hold that made you whimper before you could stop yourself.
Shame burned in your chest, but it was drowned out by something stronger, something undeniable.
Nanami pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his golden eyes molten with hunger. He studied you, waiting, watching as your breath came faster, your pupils blown wide, your resistance a fragile thread on the verge of snapping.
"Say it," he commanded, voice low, coaxing, demanding. "Say you want this."
Your lips parted, but no sound came out.
He leaned in again, his mouth brushing the corner of yours, his breath fanning across your skin. "Say it," he repeated, his grip flexing, a silent warning.
Your entire body was on fire, your mind a haze of heat and hunger, and when he rolled his hips against yours, dragging a sharp gasp from your throat, the last of your resolve shattered.
You squeezed your eyes shut, your claws digging into his arms, your tail wrapping tighter around his leg.
"...I hate you," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.
Nanami smirked against your skin, his fingers trailing lower.
"Liar."
And then he devoured you.
Something inside you snapped.
The last thread of resistance, the final vestige of pride—it all crumbled beneath the relentless press of his body, the commanding grip of his hands, the slow, torturous way he unraveled you piece by piece.
Nanami felt it the moment it happened. The exact second your struggles stopped being real, when your claws retracted, when your muscles went slack—not in defeat, but in acceptance.
A slow smirk curved against your skin. "Finally."
Your breath shuddered out of you, pupils blown so wide your irises were nearly swallowed whole. Everything felt too much—his heat, his scent, the weight of his body pressing you down, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt. Your tail curled around his leg, no longer in resistance, but in silent submission.
Nanami tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes burned into yours, taking in the way your lips had parted, the way your expression had softened, hazy, pliant. He drank it in, savoring the sight like it was a fine wine.
"See?" he murmured, dragging his thumb over your lower lip, teasing it down. "This is what you were meant to be."
You let out a small, broken whimper, a sound you never thought you’d make, not for him, not for anyone. And yet here you were, caged beneath him, melting under his touch, your body betraying everything you once believed about yourself.
Nanami chuckled, deep and pleased. "So easy," he mused, dragging his lips along your jaw, nipping lightly, reveling in the way you twitched. "All that fight, all that snarling and clawing… and now look at you."
His hand traced lower, firm but slow, keeping you exactly where he wanted. He could feel your pulse hammering beneath your skin, your breaths uneven, your body completely open to him now.
"You were always going to break for me," he said, his voice a rich purr against your ear. "It was only a matter of time."
Your head fell back against the tree, your body arching into him, no longer resisting—only wanting.
Nanami pressed his forehead to yours, his breath fanning over your lips, his grip still firm, still owning every inch of you. His smirk was wicked, victorious, but there was something deeper in his gaze now, something dark and possessive.
"You’re mine now," he murmured.
Nanami's hands were relentless, sliding over your body with a claiming touch, fingers curling into fabric, pulling, stripping away the barriers between you. Your breath hitched, your mind fogged with heat, your limbs pliant beneath him. You had stopped thinking, stopped resisting—your body no longer yours, but his to command.
And then—
Your hands moved on instinct, dragging against the fabric covering his chest, pushing, seeking the warmth of skin beneath. Nanami allowed it, if only to watch you tremble as your fingers brushed over bare muscle—only for your breath to catch when you felt it.
Raised lines. Deep ridges.
Scars.
Your pupils refocused, cutting through the haze of lust, taking in the brutal evidence carved into his flesh. Some old, some newer, slashing across his torso in jagged paths, a history written on skin.
Nanami stilled.
Your claws, once curled for battle, now traced over the marks gently, reverently. You hadn’t expected this. Someone like him—so strong, so controlled—you had never imagined him bearing wounds like these.
"Who did this to you?" Your voice was quieter than you intended, rough around the edges but sincere.
Nanami exhaled slowly, as if considering whether to answer. His fingers flexed against your waist, grounding himself, before he finally spoke.
"A wolf."
Your breath caught, eyes flicking up to his, searching for something—answers, truth, anything he’d give.
His expression didn’t waver. "A long time ago."
You swallowed, your own tail curling around yourself, a subconscious response to the weight of his words.
A wolf.
Like you.
The thought sent something dark and complicated twisting in your stomach. You had expected dominance, hunger, control—but not this. Not the ghosts lingering in his scars.
Your fingers traced over them again, softer this time, and for the first time since he had pinned you, Nanami let out a breath that felt almost... unsteady.
"Does it hurt?" you asked, though you weren’t sure if you meant the scars themselves or the memories that came with them.
His lips quirked, but there was no humor in it. "Not anymore."
Your heart hammered in your chest, something fragile and strange creeping into the fire between you.
And then, just as you were about to speak—
Nanami’s fingers tightened against your skin, his gaze sharpening once more.
"Don’t get distracted," he murmured, his voice slipping back into that velvety command, reminding you of exactly where you were. "We’re not finished."
And just like that, the moment was swallowed whole, the fire surging back between you as he pushed you down once more, claiming everything you had left to give.
Nanami barely gave you a moment to breathe before his hands were on you again, sliding over bare skin, gripping, claiming. The heat between you was suffocating, your body burning under his touch, and yet—even as you arched into him, as your tail coiled possessively around his leg—you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.
"This—this isn’t my fault," you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath your touch, the undeniable strength that had broken you down so effortlessly. "It’s instinct—biological—"
Nanami hummed, amused, dragging his lips over the sensitive skin of your neck. "Oh?"
Your breath hitched, but you forged on, words spilling in a desperate attempt to justify the way you had crumbled for him.
"My body—" A sharp gasp cut through your sentence as he bit down, a possessive mark against your skin. "—was built to—to seek a strong mate."
Nanami pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, golden eyes gleaming with knowing satisfaction. "Is that so?"
You nodded frantically, as if saying it enough times would make it true, would turn your surrender into something logical, explainable. "That’s all this is," you insisted, chest heaving. "You—you’re just—"
"Strong?" he supplied, voice dark with amusement.
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
Because his fingers were curling at your waist, his grip firm, his body pressing against yours with deliberate, agonizing slowness, reminding you exactly why you had fallen apart in the first place.
"You talk too much," he murmured, his smirk utterly wicked.
Instinct or not—you had chosen him. Nanami didn’t ease up—not for a second.
If anything, your frantic rambling only seemed to fuel him. His hands, once firm and demanding, turned utterly possessive, roaming your body with purpose, pressing deeper, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a breath of space left between you.
"Built to seek a strong mate, hm?" His voice was silk wrapped in steel, teasing yet dangerous. His fingers dragged along your thigh, slow and deliberate, sending shivers up your spine. "Then let’s see how much you can handle."
You barely had time to gasp before he tilted your head up, his lips claiming yours in a way that left no room for thought—only sensation. His grip was unyielding, his body caging you in, and every touch, every movement, only drove you deeper into the haze.
Your claws twitched at his shoulders, caught between instinct and need. But the fight was gone. Utterly stripped from you.
And when his palm smoothed over your ribs, fingers spanning the bare curve of your waist, a whimper tore from your throat—helpless, wrecked, completely lost in him.
Nanami pulled back just enough to watch you, and what he saw must have pleased him. His smirk was dark, victorious.
"Look at you," he murmured, thumb brushing against your cheek. "Already gone."
You should’ve been embarrassed, but you weren’t. You couldn’t be. Not when your body was burning, not when your pupils had gone wide, swallowing your irises whole, leaving only a glimmer of color behind.
Nanami’s breath hitched. His golden gaze flickered, taking in the shift—your pupils dilated so far they might as well have turned to hearts, lost, enamored, completely his.
Something deep in his chest rumbled, something dark, primal. His fingers curled against your skin, his lips ghosting over yours as he exhaled—low, satisfied, final.
"If it’s a mate you want," he breathed, his voice rich with promise, "then you’re stuck with me."
Nanami wasn’t thinking anymore.
Logic, restraint—both had long since burned away, reduced to embers in the face of the fire consuming him. All that remained was instinct. Raw, unshaken, undeniable.
His grip tightened, his body pressing against yours as if to mold you beneath him, his breath ragged against your skin. Your name tumbled from his lips between gasps, between kisses—desperate, wrecked, utterly consumed by you.
His length- now freed from his pants- Sunk into your waiting heat, wasting no time before giving in shallow thrusts- your panting and moaning only spurring his movements.
"You’re mine," he growled, voice deep, almost animalistic. "Only mine."
You shuddered beneath him, the words sinking into your bones, winding around your ribs like a tether. His hands roamed your body with a new kind of urgency—less controlled, less measured. It was pure need now, the instincts he had buried for years clawing their way to the surface.
"You'll stay with me," he murmured, almost a plea, almost a demand. His teeth scraped against your shoulder, a silent claim, his fingers digging into your hips, his thrusts burying deeper into you. "You won’t run. You can’t—"
Your tail twitched, curling around his leg as if in answer, as if your body had already decided before your mind could catch up.
Nanami’s breath hitched, his golden eyes wild as he pulled back just enough to look at you.
And then the words tumbled out—hoarse, half-broken, wrecked beyond recognition.
"You’ll bear my pups."
Your breath stopped.
Nanami was still moving, still touching, still branding his claim into your skin, but his voice—his words—were unraveling into something else.
"You’ll carry them," he rasped, lips brushing over yours, his pupils blown wide. "Strong. Beautiful. Ours."
Your heart slammed against your ribs, something deep inside you twisting, answering, responding in a way you didn’t fully understand.
Nanami didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
"You were made for me," he continued, his voice nearly slurring, lost in the haze of lust and possession. "You were always meant to be mine."
A shudder tore through you, and you realized—
This wasn’t just heat anymore.
This was instinct. This was something buried deep, something primal and ancient and unshakable.
Nanami pressed his forehead to yours, his breath hot, his fingers shaking against your skin.
"You’ll be mine," he whispered, and this time, it wasn’t a question.
You felt the simmer of heat build in your stomach- it felt so good... Your instincts and hormones pushing passed anything rational as your claws began to scrape into his back, with no intention of causing him harm, but to draw him closer.
He groaned loudly into your ear, his breath making your nerve endings twitch before you tighten around him, the coil of pleasure snapping as you come undone.
It felt like you were milking him- his thrusts began to speed up, sloppy and uncoordinated before you were filled with fluid molten heat- his seed.
~~~
The world was slow to return.
The fire that had consumed you both still smoldered, lingering in the heat of your skin, in the ghost of his touch, in the way your breath still came in uneven gasps. But the urgency had ebbed, the storm settling into something quieter, something heavier.
Nanami hadn’t moved.
He was still pressed against you, his weight grounding, his breaths warm against your shoulder. His grip had loosened—fingers still curled around you, but gentler now, absentmindedly tracing circles over your skin.
You swallowed, mind still foggy, body still trembling.
Slowly, hesitantly, your own hand moved, fingers grazing his arm, feeling the firm muscle beneath, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His skin was warm—warmer than it should have been, almost feverish, but steadying all the same.
A long breath ghosted against your collarbone.
Then—softly, barely above a whisper—Nanami spoke.
"You’re still here."
You blinked, dazed, the words sinking in too slowly.
Then, realization struck.
You were still here.
Your body hadn’t moved to run. Your instincts hadn’t screamed at you to flee.
You had stayed.
Nanami shifted, just enough to look at you. His golden eyes were still dark, still hazy, but no longer wild. There was something else there now—something quieter, something almost… uncertain.
You didn’t know what to say.
Neither did he.
A silence stretched between you, thick and charged, the weight of what had just happened settling over you both.
Then, after a moment—
His hand found your waist again, fingers flexing, holding you there.
"You’re mine now," he murmured, as if saying it aloud would solidify it, would make it real.
Your throat tightened.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
~~~
The woods were quieter than they used to be.
Not because they had lost their wildness, but because you had come to know them so intimately that every rustling leaf, every whisper of the wind, felt familiar—like home.
And home, now, was more than just the trees.
Laughter rang through the clearing, high and bright, as two small figures dashed through the underbrush, their tails flicking with excitement. Your eldest, a boy with golden eyes just like his father’s, chased after his younger sibling, who yipped gleefully as she darted just out of his reach.
"Slow down," Nanami called, his deep voice carrying easily through the crisp morning air. He stood beside you, arms crossed, though there was no real sternness in his tone—just the soft patience he had long since developed for the two tiny forces of nature you had brought into the world.
"They don’t know the meaning of slow," you said, watching as the two pups tumbled together in a heap of giggles and wagging tails.
Nanami hummed in agreement. His hand found the small of your back, warm and steady, rubbing slow, absentminded circles against your skin. Even after all these years, he still touched you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
Your tail flicked, curling around his leg—a silent, instinctive gesture of affection.
He smirked, glancing down at you. "Still have that habit, I see."
You huffed, leaning into him just a little. "It’s your fault. You’re the one who never leaves my side."
Nanami’s gaze softened, his fingers tightening at your waist. "That was the deal, wasn’t it?"
You smiled, pressing closer. "That you’d be stuck with me?"
He dipped his head, lips brushing over yours in a lingering, familiar kiss. "Forever."
A shriek of laughter interrupted the moment, and you turned just in time to see your son attempting to climb onto his father’s leg, tiny claws scraping against the fabric of Nanami’s pants.
Nanami exhaled heavily, though there was amusement in his eyes as he bent down to scoop the boy up with ease. "You’re getting too big for this."
The pup grinned, nuzzling into his father’s shoulder. "You’re big too, Papa."
From the ground, your daughter pouted. "Me too!"
You chuckled, bending down to lift her into your arms. She nestled against you, warm and safe, her tail wagging.
Nanami watched you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his golden eyes. Then, slowly, he reached out, brushing a stray leaf from your hair.
"You happy?" he asked, voice quieter now, meant just for you.
You looked at him—at the man who had once hunted you, who had once claimed you in a haze of instinct and hunger, who had stayed by your side ever since.
And at the children in your arms—the proof of what you had built together.
Valentine’s Day had always been a bit of a joke to Gojo Satoru. A self-proclaimed "Strongest sorcerer," he didn’t exactly have the time or energy for the fluffy traditions of love, flowers, or chocolates. He had too much going on—fighting curses, teaching students, and saving the world to be bothered by something as frivolous as a holiday dedicated to love.
But then… she happened.
Y/N had completely turned his world upside down, and for the first time in a long while, Gojo found himself thinking about more than just the next fight, the next challenge, or the next mission. He thought about her smile, the way her presence seemed to calm the chaotic storm that was his life. How the sight of her eyes lighting up in excitement or laughter made him feel something he couldn’t describe.
So, when Valentine’s Day came around, Gojo knew he couldn’t just let it pass. He couldn’t be the carefree, aloof sorcerer he always was this time. For her, he wanted to show her that he cared, in a way that felt right for both of them.
The morning of Valentine’s Day, Gojo woke up early. He wasn’t one to wake up with the sun, but today felt different. The feeling was both thrilling and strange. After all, what did he know about doing something normal for someone special?
He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his blindfold, wondering if this was all just a little ridiculous. He was Gojo Satoru—the strongest, the untouchable. Surely, he didn’t need to do all this, right?
But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his mind wandered to Y/N—the way she’d laugh at his jokes, or how she’d look at him with that smile that melted his heart every time. That was all the answer he needed. He couldn’t just keep being the same old showoff who didn’t care about the little things. For her, he had to step outside his comfort zone.
In the end, Gojo settled on something simple but meaningful. A bouquet of wildflowers—her favorite—and a box of artisan chocolates, the kind that was crafted with care. No flashy, over-the-top gestures like the ones he usually pulled, just something genuine.
With a confident grin, he grabbed the bouquet and chocolates, ready to make it a day she would never forget.
Later that afternoon, Y/N had agreed to meet him at their usual spot—a quiet café tucked away in the corner of the city. She had no idea what to expect from Gojo on Valentine’s Day, and in truth, neither did he. But that only made it more exciting. As always, Gojo was the one who liked to keep things spontaneous, so he was eager to see how it all unfolded.
When she walked into the café, her eyes immediately found him. As usual, he was sitting with that laid-back posture of his, legs stretched out, leaning back in the chair as if the world was his playground. His usual cocky grin was there, but this time, there was something different about him. He seemed more… patient, for lack of a better word.
He waved her over, his usual theatrics on full display. “Hey, beautiful. I got you something.” He pointed to the bouquet of wildflowers and the box of chocolates sitting on the table, his expression as playful as ever.
Y/N blinked in surprise, taken aback by the thoughtful gesture. “Gojo, you… you actually got me flowers?”
He smirked, leaning forward as if it was the most casual thing in the world. “I told you I’m full of surprises.” He handed her the flowers, his voice softening for a moment. “You deserve this.”
She reached out to take the bouquet, her fingers brushing his as she did. “Gojo…” She felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked at him, noticing how his usual teasing nature was replaced with something more sincere. “This is… really sweet of you.”
“Yeah, well, I guess even the strongest guy around has to know when to show a little bit of heart,” he said, a rare hint of seriousness in his tone. His blindfolded eyes softened as he glanced at her. “I mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anything the way I care about you. I'm weak for you.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t remember the last time Gojo had spoken so openly, so earnestly. He had always been larger than life, always full of energy and jokes, but there were times, like now, when she saw the true depth of who he was beneath the layers of bravado.
“Gojo…” she started, her voice soft, unsure of how to express everything she was feeling. She wanted to say something about how he made her feel, how he’d changed her world, but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
With a playful grin, Gojo slid the box of chocolates toward her. “I mean, what’s Valentine’s Day without a little chocolate, right? But you’ll have to share, because I’m not gonna let you eat them all by yourself.”
Y/N chuckled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over her. “I’ll share, but only because you got me flowers.”
“That’s the spirit,” Gojo said with a wink, his usual cocky smile returning. But there was still that undercurrent of sincerity in his eyes, something real.
They sat there together for the rest of the afternoon, sharing chocolates, laughing over stories, and simply enjoying each other’s company. In that moment, Gojo wasn’t the all-powerful sorcerer, the untouchable legend. He was just a man who had fallen for someone, and who, in his own unique way, wanted to show her how much she meant to him.
As they parted ways later that evening, Gojo leaned in, giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N," he said quietly, his tone more serious than usual.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gojo.” Y/N smiled, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.
Gojo watched her walk away, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. For all the battles he had fought, all the powerful opponents he had faced, it was moments like this—simple, genuine moments—that meant the most.
~~~
2 years had passed since Gojo Satoru’s Valentine’s Day surprise—the flowers, the chocolates, and the rare glimpse of vulnerability beneath his ever-present swagger. That day had marked a turning point in their relationship, and now, 2 years later, it was clear to anyone who saw them together: Gojo Satoru was no longer just the strongest sorcerer. He was her husband, and nothing—no curse, no danger—could change that.
Valentine’s Day had become an annual tradition for them, but this year, Satoru found himself thinking about it more than usual. Perhaps it was because their marriage had grown even stronger with time, or maybe because he wanted to give her something truly special—something beyond the usual antics. After all, she was his equal, his partner, the one person who saw past his flashy exterior to the person he had become with her by his side.
That morning, the sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a soft glow over their shared space. Satoru was already awake, but he didn’t move right away. Instead, he lay there, watching the love of his life sleep peacefully beside him. Her soft breathing and the slight rise and fall of her chest filled the room with a comforting peace.
He reached out and gently ran a finger through her hair, brushing it away from her face. He couldn’t help but smile. She’s everything.
As the clock ticked on, he quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He had a plan, and it didn’t involve the usual spontaneous, over-the-top surprises. This year, he wanted to make it special—calm, intimate, and perfect for the woman he loved.
When she finally woke up, she was greeted by the warm smell of fresh pancakes and the sound of Satoru humming softly to himself in the kitchen. She smiled sleepily to herself, knowing that no matter how chaotic his life was, he always found a way to make their mornings feel like something out of a dream.
She slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen, where Satoru was standing in front of the stove, wearing one of his usual cocky grins.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, turning to flash her his trademark wink.
“Good morning, husband,” she replied with a smile, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed.
Satoru placed a plate of pancakes on the counter and turned to face her. His gaze softened as he took in the sight of her—his wife, the woman who had stood by him through everything. He leaned against the counter, his voice taking on a serious note that she hadn’t heard in a while.
“You know,” he began, “sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am. A lot of people think I’m invincible, but the truth is, I’ve never felt more... grounded than I do when I’m with you.”
Her heart fluttered at his words, and she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I’m the lucky one, Toru. You’ve made every day we’ve spent together feel like an adventure, but I know deep down that you’re the one who makes me feel whole."
Satoru smiled softly, his usual bravado replaced by something more tender. "Yeah, well, even the strongest guy around has to show his softer side sometimes." He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. "Today, I wanted to do something different. No flashy surprises, no crazy stunts. Just... us. I thought we’d start the day with something simple, like pancakes and quiet time together."
She chuckled softly, feeling her heart swell at the gesture. "I think that sounds perfect."
After breakfast, they sat together on the couch, sharing stories from their days before they met, reminiscing about how they first came together. The calm, easy comfort they shared made everything feel right. There was no need for grand gestures when the little moments meant so much more.
But Satoru hadn’t forgotten his surprise. With a mischievous grin, he stood up and disappeared into the other room, only to return a moment later holding a small, carefully wrapped box. He presented it to her, his usual playful attitude returning.
"Alright, I couldn’t resist. I had to get you something," he said, eyes twinkling.
Y/N took the box, her curiosity piqued. "You got me something after all this?"
He simply grinned in response. "Open it."
She slowly unwrapped the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a small, heart-shaped pendant. The pendant wasn’t just any heart—it was a custom piece, engraved with the coordinates of the place where they first met.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "Toru… this is…" Her fingers traced the smooth surface of the pendant, a symbol of everything they had shared. "You remembered."
"Of course I did," Gojo replied softly, his grin giving way to a genuine smile. "That day was when everything changed for me. You changed everything. I figured it was about time I gave you something that would remind you of that, every day."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. "It’s beautiful, Toru. Thank you."
"Anything for you," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "You’re my everything."
They spent the rest of the day together, just enjoying each other’s company. There were no big parties, no extravagant gifts—just a quiet, perfect day. When the evening came, he led her outside, where a small firepit crackled, casting soft light in the cool night. They sat together, cuddled up under a blanket, watching the stars.
"I love you," Satoru whispered, his hand resting gently on hers. "More than anything."
"I love you too," she replied, squeezing his hand in return.
And as the fire flickered between them, they both knew that no matter how much time passed, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always have each other. Valentine’s Day, just like every other day, was just another reason to celebrate the love they had found.
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Pissed was an understatement for how Gojo felt. The elders have pushed him to the limit with his own jobs, but sending you on that job? Where they fucking crazy? He was seething when he finally left your hospital room the first time.
The mission was supposed to be simple for you. 1 special grade curse had been causing some problems in the downtown area, and Gojo was busy. So they sent the other on-hand special grade sorcerer on the mission; you.
What was supposed to be 1 special grade curse, turned into a nest of 5 of them. Needless to say, they beat the shit out of you, but you exorcised. every. last. one. The battle left you barely conscious on the pavement, waiting for someone to come to your aid, before you ultimately woke up in the hospital.
~~~
You learned from Nanami while Gojo left to get you breakfast, that Gojo tore the elders down, aggressively, inhumanely, and completely crazed. He could've just hollow purpled them, but he chose to take his time, destroying the building around them, making them believe if they begged that he would grant them mercy, but they were mistaken.
You knew it was bad, knew it was actually horrid, but it felt so good. It felt like freedom.
When Gojo came back in with your breakfast you thanked him and Nanami took his leave, saying he was going to get food for himself at the food court.
You broke apart your wooden chopsticks and began shoveling food into your mouth, you were starving. You heard a giggle next to you and turned to see a love-struck Satoru who found your antics adorable. You stared at him, cheeks full of food before swallowing heavily, "Whatcha lookin at?", you ask, still trying to eat while asking. "You.". Well no shit.
"I was scared yknow?", his eyes meet yours as he peels off his blindfold and props his face on his hand, his elbow holding him up next to you on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be so... much.", you tell him, trying to keep it light. You discard the food tray as you finish, wiping off your mouth. "This whole situation has made me want to truly tell you, I want you to quit. I need you to quit." His words made sense, his voice was pleading that you would actually listen and follow through with his words.
"I...", your words died on your tongue, your eyes thoughtful as they stared back into his pleading blues. Your demeanor turns playful a moment later, a small smirk coming across your face. "I'm gonna need to hear something to really convince me", you tell him and he looks at you, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. "What do I need to say?", his question is fast to leave his lips but you shake your head. "You have to figure it out".
Gojo Satoru was stumped.
"I like dogs more than cats?", he says, a confused lilt still in his voice while you giggle.
"Nope, not that".
"hmmmmm", he was being dramatic now as he thought, his hand rubbing his chin.
...
He has gone through 20, absolutely random statements in the past 10 minutes and you are baffled.
"Satoru.", your face is totally deadpanned, your frustration evident.
"Whaaaaat, I don't know what you want to hearrrr", his voice is a childish whine and you look so done with him.
You grab his face, squishing hard enough that his lips part and slightly pucker. He tries to speak through your hold but you're bringing your lips to his, ghosting over them. His eyes close, expecting a kiss, before you pull away.
~~~
It takes a few moments of silence before it's like a lightbulb flips on over his head.
"I-I love you?", he doesn't know if it's what you want to hear and you stare at him. It makes him scared; the 5 seconds you don't say anything.
"That sounded like a question. Try again.".
He blinked once. twice. A third time.
"I love you.", his voice is steady, full of conviction and you smile.
"There it is".
~~~
Nanami walks into your hospital room, looking VERY startled and caught off guard as he finds Gojo holding himself up over you as you're making out, before he slams the door back shut and goes home.
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After a long argument, that left the sea-witch, Toji, tied to a chair and gagged, Megumi, his son, was attempting to help Kento. "So, the original agreement was this shit right?" Megumi asked, holding up the signed parchment. "Yes", Kento responds curtly, eyeing Toji who has finally stopped fussing around in his restraints.
"I can work with this", Megumi tells him, as the paper disintegrates. "See, that woman may have loved you. Loved you more than life itself even. But you didn't read the fine print. Look here". Megumi points to a clause in different lettering near the bottom of the sheet, stating that even in a moment of doubt, Kento would turn back.
Kento scoffs in displeasure at the finding, again glaring at the tied witch. "Anyways, i can just do thisss", Megumi speak aloud as he nabs a new parchment, an old sea shell, and small empty container. "Take this." He hands Kento the shell. "Sea witch deals have to be a sort of exchange. So here. I'll turn you human, however. You must keep this shell with you, and return it into the water after you've... Married the woman. That's the condition.", Megumi explains. "That's... very simple and considerate... why so easy and simple?" Kento asks, skeptical.
"I told you, I wanna piss the fucker off", he shoots another glare at Toji who muffles curses into his make-shift gag.
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
My sanctuary, you're holy to me
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
"Thank you." Kento takes the shell from him, as he fills the vile with liquid magic and uses the pen to scrawl across the paper. "Just sign and you can go." Megumi tells him, and he does.
I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees
He feels magic wash over him as his body changes into the one he has grown familiar with, and everything moves fast as he is thrust to the shores of the beach.
If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
My sanctuary, you're holy to me
If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees
He thought of you, thought of how he would speak with you again. How much he loves you, and would help wash away your doubt. About how he would ask you to be his forever, and join human society.
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
My sanctuary, you're holy to me, you're holy to me
If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees, yeah
~~~
Here you are, soaking your toes in the water, your face unreadable. You see it. You see something moving. Moving fast, and before you can think, you're knocked to the ground by a man who flew from the water, Kento.
"Ken?", you rasp, not only from your throat being scratchy after tears and tears, but also because your huge boyfriend is dead weight ontop of you.
Kissed that first night, and then the rain opened up the sky to get... One last kiss
Kento scrambled to get off you, and you both sat up to look at each other. You thought you couldn't cry anymore, but the tears came. Like the waves came, by the beach.
I love you like an alcoholic
Kento was crying too, as he embraced you tightly. You kept crying while he mumbled apologies. It took a while before he explained everything, but you just kept sobbing into his chest. Glad he is back.
Glad the man you love, is with you.
One last kiss
I love you like an alcoholic
One last kiss
I love you like a negligee
One last kiss
I need you like I need a broken leg
You kissed him hard and he kissed you back, his arms wrapping even more tightly around you. You loved each other, you love each other so much.
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i used to be excited about Halloween but I just remembered that Nanami Kento, my beloved husband, died today. So now I shall cry off my fem Gojo makeup because I miss my man 😭
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After the incident where Kento walked in while Y/N was streaming, she got 2 types of comments. The "Oh he's so handsome! Who is he?!", or..... "He's literally too hot for you, he deserves a *real* woman, not you". Which of course, was hurtful. She couldn't really care less though, not when Kento was so sweet, not when he convinced her to throw out the alcohol and stop using the pills in excess.
Kento had yet to inform her of his....unfortunate deal. He wasn't concerned though, you loved him. You told him that you loved him. So you did.... right?
~~~
Y/N had realized that Kento didn't really have a birthday, but she wanted to do something special for him today. So in came the decorations.
What better way to put up beach decor than to listen to Chappell Roan while doing it? Of course Casual was a good decision, the decoration choices reflecting the song.
I've heard so many rumors
That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch
Y/N puts up the seashells from weeks of collection on the beach, decorating them in a heart shape, as the oven dings in the kitchen, signaling the cake was done.
I thought you thought of me better
Someone you couldn't lose
She grabbed the pretty blue blankets she bought at the store a few days ago, laying them on the floor with some sea green bean bags.
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach
Is it casual now?
She strung up pretty fairy lights and put blue tissue paper over them, giving the room a pretty blue, almost stained glass look. She decorated the cake before putting it between the blankets and bean bags, adding unlit candles.
Dumb love, I love being stupid
Dream of us in a year
Maybe we'd have an apartment
And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier
She finished up the song. She didn't feel good about it. She thought the song would be good design inspo because of the music video... but now? Now she has her doubts. She didn't even really know Kento, she didn't know him before having legs. Didn't know his friends. His life.
How could you love someone you don't actually.... Know?
~~~
I'm pedal to the metal, make no mistake
This is my pity party, pity party
And I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
Spiritual revolt from the waist down, from the waist down
After waiting for what felt like forever, you decided to look for him. You walked the shoreline for a while before seeing a figure on the ground. It was like that night. You ran towards the slumped figure only to gasp and stumble backwards. Kento. And he had his tail back.
These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
Let's see how deep we get
The glow of the cities below lead us back
To the places that we never should have left
He's flailing fruitlessly, unable to breath oxygen and needing to get back into the water as you crawl over to him, panicked tears filling your eyes as his hazel eyes met yours in pain and almost.... betrayal.
The last, the last, the last
The last, the last, the last
The last, the last, the last
The last, the last, the last
You slid next to him and pushed him with great struggle into the water, sobbing wildly as he finally settles into shallow. "K-Kento, w-what happened?!", you finally cry, tears streaming wildly. He shakes his head, looking absolutely crushed.
I'm sifting through sand, sand, sand, sand
Looking for pieces of broken hourglass
Trying to get it all back, put it back together
As if the time had never passed
I know I should walk away, know I should walk away
But I just want to let you break my brain
And I can't seem to get a grip
No, no matter how I live with it
He shakes his head, before swimming off into the ocean. All you can do is sit and stare where he used to be, hyperventilating and sobbing.
The last blues we're ever gonna have
Let's see how deep we'll get
The glow of the cities below lead us back
To the places that we never should have left
He's gone..... Kento. Is gone.
The last (The last, the last, the last)
The last (The last, the last, the last)
The last (The last, the last, the last)
The last (The last, the last, the last)
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