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about me:
L | she/her | cancer sun & rising, scorpio moon | type 2 | INFJ | Jujutsu Kaisen Thirst Club Leader | Mahito Hater!!!!
Fics:
Under the Stars Ch1: Matched (Yuji Itadori x fem! Reader) 18+
Yuji and you have been friends forever when someone blindly matches the two of you as dates to the Inaugural Jujutsu Sorcerer fundraising gala.
Innuendo (Tutor Nanami Kento x fem! Reader) 18+
You have been struggling in your English class and are looking for a tutor when your friend suggests an old mentor. Nanami Kento becomes your tutor and you can’t help but notice how handsome he is as time goes on.
Works in progress:
Under the stars Ch2: Together (Yuji Itadori x fem! Reader) 18+
After your great night with Yuji, you both have some things to figure out.
Jean and Levi x fem! Reader: Step by Step
You and Levi have been messing around for a while, but he’s noticed the long friendship between you and Jean might have undertones of something else.
FAIR WARNING this fic was started before the release of ballad, so it does not line up with the plot!! But also, no spoilers that I know of...
Warning: angst, smut, happy ending duh
Summary: After the miscommunication at her childhood home, Evangeline does her best to steer clear of Jacks. However, the fate has much different ideas in mind.
unedited bc id rather write more than go back an edit, sue me <3
Love ya's!!
She would not cry again. She would not cry again. She...
Evangeline repeated the mantra in her head over and over as she finally approached her room. Sliding open the wooden door, she quickly slammed it shut behind her and pushed to lock. She wouldn't allow herself to be alone for long, fates knew Wolf Hall would need her attention as soon as possible. Which, for once, was most likely a good thing. If she sat alone in her room for too long, she'd begin thinking too hard about everything that was said.
"--he probably didn't love you in the first place!"
With a groan, Evangeline twisted to pull the cape off her back. She threw all thoughts of the prince of hearts out the window. She didn't need to think about him. Him and his blue eyes, his crooked smirk, his veined hands... they wouldn't get her anywhere.
She threw the cape into her wardrobe and the satchel on the bed before proceeding into the ensuite bathroom to wash the tear tracks on her cheeks and apply enough blush that the splotchy color of her face would look purposeful.
Princesses weren't supposed to cry. Not over their exes, and certainly not over unattainable god-like creatures such as Jacks. So, she finished in the bathroom, changed into a silky, golden evening gown that stopped just above the floor, and exited her chambers.
He hadn't followed her, which was honestly surprising. She expected him to have more to say, to mock her tears maybe. But when she got to the castle stairs after the return, she turned to see he had not yet followed her. And he wasn't waiting at her door now either.
Good. She forced herself to think, good.
"Princess Evangeline!"
"Your highness!"
"Mi'lady!"
Suddenly she was swarmed by nobles, postmen, and even servants. In the middle of the decent sized crowd, she couldn't make out the faces pushing to get towards her. Different letters and offers were pushed into her hands as she was also pushed around the circle. She huffed at the annoyance of it all, she had only been gone a little over 6 hours and this is what she returned to?
"Excuse me?!"
She pushed her way out of the swarm of voices and brushed herself off when they all turned to her with alarmed expressions.
She went to speak again when a different voice entered the mix.
"Now that is no way to greet our future queen, is it?" The drawl came from beside her, and she turned to see blue eyes and that insufferable smirk.
As if she thought she could catch a break today.
The corridor was quiet for a moment as the crowd looked between each other and them, and then, as if nothing had happened, they charged forward once again with their questions and letters.
Evangeline felt Jacks shift to grab her, and as her breath caught in her throat, she did the only thing she thought to do at the moment.
She dived straight into the bustling crowd. Ducking down, she gathered her skirt to herself and moved quickly around the bodies who still moved in the opposite direction as if not noticing her escape attempt.
"Little Fox!" The bustling of the crowd did nothing to drown out his heavy footsteps, they were all she heard as she bolted down the corridor.
Should've stayed in her rooms, no one had to know she was back in the castle yet. But it was almost dinner, and the nobles were used to her dining with them. In the Prince's absence, going over events and decision-making this way comforted the civilians.
"Little Fox, stop this instant!"
She took a sharp turn, and pulled herself into an alcove where he wouldn't find her. The alcoves of the castle were covered by curtains, and she pulled that across the opening and waited for his footsteps to pass.
She took deep breaths and waited a minute, soothing out her bodice and fluffing her skirts. She couldn't hear him anymore, and pray tell he couldn't make out her labored breaths.
She stepped out of the alcove, quickly going back in the direction she came.
Or she would, if it weren't for a hand pulling her back.
tsk, tsk, Little Fox
Once she processed being back behind the curtain, she quickly wrenched her arm out of grasp and turned towards Jacks.
"How did you see me?" She demanded.
His smirk was all wolf, and she hated it. Damn it, she hated every bit of it.
"You're easy to find, when you want to be."
"But I do not want to be! So kindly leave!" She gave all the authority she could to her voice, but the look on his face didn't even falter.
But then he was pushing her against the dark wall of the alcove, absolutely out of to any passerbyers. He leaned down to her ear to whisper, "Oh I beg to differ, love."
"You don't know anything." She countered, but it was meek while she was pressed to his chest, surrounded by the scent of apples and pine.
He hummed against her throat, his breath traveling down her neck and ghosting over her breasts. It took everything in her not to gasp.
"Well, I think I know one thing..."
"And what is that?"
"I owe you an apology."
Oh.
Oh...
Evangeline certainly hadn't expected that. If anything, she expected him to snark at her again. But not want to... apologize?
"Jacks...?" She softly laid her hands on his shoulders and pushed back until he met her eyes. They still held the heat that she imagined hers did, but behind it was something melancholy, almost regretful.
He seemed to breathe deeply before saying, "I am sorry, Evangeline."
"Oh..."
"I do not always think about how my tone might be taken, as I'm sure you know. And... as we've established in the past, I am a jealous fate, a possessive fate at times... and when I saw you upset over him I just-" He cut himself off.
The alcove was quiet as she watched him, not wanting to interrupt what was obviously a difficult situation for him.
"-I meant what I said, Eva-"
"I-" She started.
"No. Don't get angry with me yet." He stepped closer again, allowing their chests to press flush together and her back to press against the wall. "While I'm sure Luc loved you in the way he knew how, he did not know how to love you in the way you deserve. And you do deserve love, Little Fox."
Evangeline knew she was naive at times, but she simply couldn't help the way her heart swelled at his validation.
But she squared her shoulders anyways, "That does not permit the way you spoke to me."
"I know, I do. I am sorry for not seeing past my own desires."
Her brow furrowed as she looked up to him, her nose close enough to brush his. "Your... desires?"
His smirk returned at that; she had obviously zeroed in on the part of his sentence that he hoped she would. His hands lifted to her waist, pushing her back further to the wall as he leaned back and roved his eyes over her. This apology was getting more and more confusing.
His eyes returned to hers, the heat back in place as he studied her. She felt herself blush, red covering her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. He leaned back down to her ear.
"Do you want me to leave, Little Fox?"
She tried to inhale, but the air was thick, and her lungs simply would not take much air. "I... I need to go to dinner."
He laughed lowly, "That's not what I asked, so answer my question please?" He leaned closer, his lips down her neck to her collarbone.
She held back a gasp, trying to compose herself before her mouth spoke for her: "No."
"No?"
"Please, no."
Another chuckle, "Good... because just because I apologize, Little Fox, doesn't mean I'm done with you."
He leaned back, stepping away until her entire being craved his touch. He looked over her.
"Where did he touch you?"
"What?" She was breathless already, oh my it was embarrassing.
His smile was viscous because he knew, "Tell me, Evangeline Fox, where did your little vampire boy touch you?"
She actually almost laughed at his possessiveness, "Jacks--"
But he stepped closer, grabbing her hand. "Here?" He placed his lips against her hand in the whisper of a kiss. It was sweet, almost loving.
But then his lips were under her ear, "Here?" He licked, and nipped slightly as he worked his way across her neck until she moaned out.
He chuckled, "Did he ever find the spot that makes you sing, hmm? Right here?" He bit down again.
She went to say no, but it came out in a whimper as she pushed against him.
He pulled back again, his thumb brushing her lip. "Obviously here... but we know I can't kiss you-"
"Bite me." She jumped, too quick to give him the opportunity.
But he leaned forward, "So eager," he praised before his teeth sank against her bottom lip. He whimpered again, moaning his name as he pulled away.
"So tell me, where else?" He held his hand out, giving her the control to show him.
With a shuddered breath, she took his hand, moving it over her neck again and letting him give a gentle squeeze before she gathered her courage and moved his hand down to the tops of her breasts. She watched his face as she did, watching as his eyes battled between rage and lust. She was grateful for her skirts, for once, for the way he couldn't see her rub her thighs together. She usually hated his anger, but the rage he had at the thought of another man touching her... suddenly her panties felt tight and... wet.
"... Just the top?" He asked through his teeth. She bit her lip, only knowing how to shake her head.
Jacks growled, gripping her waist and turning her roughly so he could shove her against the wall. She almost shrieked before she felt his hands at the small of her back, he was careful to not tear the lace, but he roughly pulled the laces apart until the bodice hung loose at her waist before turning her back around.
Eva pulled at the sleeves as Jacks stepped back and watched the dress fall to the floor of the alcove until she stood in her slip and flats.
"What if we're caught?"
He didn't stop looking at how the slip hugged her curves to say: "I can control what people do, love, don't worry about it." And then he was stepping forward to grip the hem of her slip.
"But-" She didn't have time before the slip was pulled over her head and his hands landed on her chest.
He cursed as he leaned down to nip across the swell of her breasts. Her head fell back against the wall, but she hated not doing anything. So she reached forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. When she began to struggle, she got frustrated and ripped the buttons apart until his was standing shirtless. She moaned again as her hands landed on his hot skin, just has his lips closed over her breast.
Evangeline gasped, "He-he never..."
"Of course, he wasn't creative enough." Jacks grunted.
Before she could say anything else, his hand slid down her stomach to her panties. He wasted no time running his fingers over the fabric, "Here?"
No, she'd never been touched there. She'd heard from fellow girls that certain feelings derive from that area, but she had never been courageous enough to explore.
"No... no one." She whispered.
He smiled against her stomach as he knelt onto his knees. "Good, I'd have to kill anyone who had."
The words alone felt like she might shatter. It was a feeling she didn't understand. His fingers skimmed her skin up to her hips, lightly gripping the sides of her panties as he looked up to her. She'd never get over it, the way he looked on his knees. His hair was disheveled from where she had gripped it as he sucked on her skin. The look in his eyes neared on begging as he asked, "Do you trust me to show you?"
She didn't know, but she couldn't help but nod, "Please, Jacks."
That was all he needed before his grip tightened and her panties her ripped from her skin. She squealed as he dropped them.
"I need those!"
He chuckled, "No, Eva, I promise you do not." But then his eyes moved to between her thighs, and the groan he let out was so tortured that the knot inside her stomach strung tight. "I always knew you'd have a pretty cunt, Little Fox."
With his words, he lifted a finger until it reached her center, running through her folds and picking up something slick.
"And oh, my fates," his forehead landed to rest on her naval, "You're so wet for me, aren't you, pretty girl?"
"Yes..." She breathed out, still unsure.
He looked up at her, but only as his thumb pressed hard against the nerves between her thighs. He watched as her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened with surprise. Oh, my fates indeed. Jacks continued to push that thumb in lazy circles over that spot as her hips shuttered.
She thought she'd felt it all, but that was before his thumb pulled away and was replaced by his ring finger nudging against her opening. It pushed forward with equal sting and equal pleasure. Eva's head fell back before Jacks demanded: "Look at me."
She obeyed, suddenly willing to do anything he asks. "Good girl, good little fox." He praised as he brought that finger in and out, over and over. "I've just got to taste you, you know that?"
"W-what?" wouldn't it taste... awful?
He returned his attention down, smirking despite her question as he used her other hand to push her legs further apart. As he leaned forward, her hand shot out to grip his hair and stop him.
Before she could blink, her hand was pulled away and pinned to the wall as her side. His eyes held heat as he looked up from her, "Do not stop me from pleasuring you, Evangeline. Do not stop me from erasing the very memory of that boy."
She paused, thinking, before relaxing and shifting her legs open wider. As unsure as she was, she also found herself liking the idea of submitting to what he wanted to do to her.
Happy now, Jacks let go of her hand to steady himself as he leaned forward. Before she knew it, he what nudging her center, and suddenly his tongue was in the spot his thumb had been and-- oh.
"Oh, Jacks, please!" Her hands returned to his hair, but only to push him closer. Her hips rolled in a way she'd never felt as his tongue flicked and his teeth grazed while his finger found that spot.
She felt him hum against her, "Such a perfect cunt, princess. You're going to fall apart for me, okay? Fall apart on my face." He practically moaned the words, but they still held all the authority.
And she couldn't take it, one more lick and suddenly she was shattering against him and he was gripping her, his tongue taking everything she had. He didn't stop until the shaking became light tremors, and he went to stand up.
She felt awkward suddenly, "Um, well..."
"Oh we're not done." He scoffed, hands finding his pants as he cornered her again.
"We're... we're not?"
"Not unless you want to be." He shook his head, undoing the buttons of his trousers as she watched. She knew the male anatomy, knew that size and width always differed like height. But she still wasn't prepared for the outline indenting his pants. Still, she reached out simply because she needed to do something.
Grabbing the top of his pants and underwear, she took a deep breath and shoved until they fell below his knees, and he stepped out of them and his boots. There they stood, nothing on. She tried not to look but she couldn't help it. If he'd touched her down there, maybe she could...
She reached out before he knew, her hand wrapping around what she could fit and naturally pumping up and down. It was the first time she'd heard Jacks gasp, and he caught himself with his arms on either side of her head.
"My fates, Little Fox, that feels so good." She smiled at the praise, liking that she was doing something right.
"Can I... also use my tongue?" She was curious.
He let out a breathless moan, "Yes, yes you can. But... not tonight. Tonight, you're mine."
She didn't know what he meant as she dropped her hand just for him to seize both of her wrists in one of his hands. He positioned them above her head and left them there so he could grip her waist. She loved his touch, so demanding, so adamant.
He lifted her against the wall, "Wrap your legs around my waist, princess."
She did as told, and watched as one hand returned to her wrists, and another grabbed his dick. She was entranced as he rubbed the head of it against those nerves once again. And suddenly she was back to square one, writhing and rolling her hips.
"Good... good little fox." He cooed. And then he pushed lower, to that same hole his finger had been.
"No.'' He paused immediately, "How... how will you fit?"
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, not a kiss, but brushed. "I've got you ready, my love, let me take care of you."
He waited for further protest before pushing forward. It stung, but less than she thought it might. More so, she felt full. She felt him stretching her as he groaned against her neck. She watched where they connected, as he only went in a little, before pulling back and pushing in further and further. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but her mouth opened in a moan.
"Please, please, more." She cried.
She felt him tense, before he pulled out and suddenly slammed into the hilt. She screamed, praying no one was near.
"Oh my, Jacks, please."
"You like that?" She asked against her ear, "You're taking all of me so well, Eva, and you like it? You hated me mere hours ago but look at you so obediently obeying me."
"Yes, yes, please." In and out, in and out, she couldn't stop watching. She'd never felt this way before, never felt so safe and so on edge.
"Let go with me, c'mon baby." He pushed harder, faster. Over and over until they both shuttered and fell apart together. She wanted to kiss him, and the way his forehead landed on hers when he let go told her how badly he longed too as well.
"Oh my fates," She breathed as he let her legs fall to the floor. Jacks chuckled before picking up her slip.
"We're doing to get you dressed, then you're coming back to my rooms to clean up, okay?"
[id: It’s a drawing spread of Gojo post Prison Realm. He is wearing a black shirt, his uniform pants, and black shoes. On the left, there are three chibi drawings done over the kanji for his name—the first chibi, he is floating and holding the prison realm, the second, he has one hand in his pocket and the other pointing up, and the last, he’s crouched with his arms over his knees—and on the right is a full body where one hand is placed on his shoulder across his chest and the other is in his pocket. He is depicted with pale skin, freckles, and small gold earrings. /end id]
Satoru’s been out for less than three minutes after being away for 19 days in the timeline (over 1000 for us) and he’s already talking shit to every villain in the vicinity, mouth writing checks he can quite definitely cash—I’ve missed him so much!
