Jujutsu Kaisen 0 (2021) + letterboxd Reviews

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||Edward Nashton x GN!Reader|| devoted to you ||

summary: from the very first time you decided to step foot into that café, Edward had been infatuated with you. He couldn’t help himself. He had to get to know you, to be in your presence and be KNOWN. be FAMILIAR. he did everything to know you, he daydreamed about you and him, entangled. Fingers locked. He knew all about you. That’s how he liked it. He fooled himself into believing you and him were REALLY in love. But you had no idea who he was until he decided to let himself be known to you.

Cw: mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, sexual content hinted at.

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As the Soft putter of The rain bellowed below onto the dark and foreboding place deemed Gotham, Edward Nashton sat quietly, hunched in his dingy and overcrowded apartment. His hair sticking to his rounded face, as he stared into his computer screen.

His clear glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he sat focused on the blinding screen, the light emitted from it being the only thing that illuminated his shadowy room. His lips curled into a heaving grin, his teeth busting through as he stared at the image. It was an image he acquired of you.

It was fresh to his collection and he couldn’t help but admire you as your blurry figure stood, admiring what had been below you, wrapped in your fingers. It was a letter. From him.

He cackled softly as he stared at it. He bit his chapped lip as he felt his body flare; and ignite with passion. Oh how he loved when you read his cards. He had been thoughtful, and he thought it showed.

Picking out cards he thought you would enjoy. Ones that through his secret alphabet, revealed how deep his passion burned. It was red hot, and scarlet, flaring as it flushed upon him, raining on him like the rain that proceeds throughout Gotham.

That’s how he felt the first time he saw you. When you had first stepped through the diners entrance, your hair matted and wet from the rain, your smile beaming through the desperation you felt to get to some sort of safety away from the thunder and rain. And then, you sat right next to him. Then right there, He felt something within him ignite that day. A hunger that never subsided, only grew to be progressively hungry.

A famished beast within him. At first, he didn’t know how to feel. Feel about the sweltering that grew raw within his chest. You looked at him, like no one else did. You stared at him with your glossed eyes, and Edward felt warm and welcomed to them. Being called in. Even as he sat there, his back curving to Shield his worn out diary; the pen staying stiff within his hand as he looked back at you. he smiled. And the best part was, you smiled back. Even then he knew that from then on, you and him were meant to be.

He wanted to crawl into bed beside you all those day you had wept and all those day when you were sick. He wanted to be near you, just like the first time he had saw you. He never saw you in the diner again but he always waited. Hoping you’d maybe one day come back. Even then he didn’t mind.

He knew where you went when you were absent. He watched you everyday. He knew when you woke up and when you went to sleep. He knew it all and he would rise when you did and fall when you fell, the moon shining down on you as you slept. He knew you like no one else. Your favorite music, your favorite food and more. He knew you better than you knew yourself even.

He loved you so much he even touched himself to the thought of just talking to you. His smiled always painted thin as his hand planted itself on his shaft. His lips shuddering as he whispered out your name, his body flaring again and again. He loved how you made him feel. But he felt as if he loved to much that it sickened him. He was beyond any normality and there was no-turning back. He ached and swelled in bliss. Just for you.

You sat waiting for response. There was nothing. He had ignored you again. You sighed softly, your eyes welting as tears slid from your puffed eyes. He ignored you again. How could he? Your fingers slipped around your phone as you attempted to call him. No response. You pulled your phone back frustrated as you angrily texted him a goodbye before you stood up.

Your mind racked with images of him tangled with someone else; an image of them strewn about a messed up bed as you attempted to focus on getting ready. You were going to get out. You needed the fresh air. You sniffled softly as you made your way towards the diner, unbeknownst to you edward followed your pursuit. Once he had realized you were going to the diner he did a blunt turn, slipping through an alleyway to make it there before you. He needed to be there before you. He needed to see if you’d sit with him.

When you arrived, your eyes scanned the booths. All filled. Your eyes then traveled to the counter at The front. The man you had saw the first time you were here was sitting, hunched over as always. You laughed slightly; assuming he was a regular. Slipping up beside him you looked over to him and decided to talk to him. Lord knows you needed some human interaction, especially after being locked inside your apartment everyday. You were horribly terrified to go out alone. It was all because of the letters you kept receiving from someone. The letters and cards resembled that of the riddlers work. It horrified you. You knew what the masked vigilante was capable of. Your hairs stood on end as you thought of it.

Edward had been watching you the whole time. Reading your expression; that of sadness mixed with some unthinkable fear. What could be causing your face to twist into one of dread? He didn’t know but he stared at you as you looked back at him. His eyes quickly evaded yours. He cursed himself for looking away. A perfect opportunity to stare into your eyes yet again, so up close and personal and yet he chickened out. Ashamed he sat as he scribbled at the crossword in front of him.

You cleared your throat making the male look up at you. You smiled as you attempted to make conversation.

“Gothams gloomy as always..”

Edward nodded slowly, pushing his specs up. Yet again Edward felt it. The festering obsession, building up and swelling within his chest, cracking up through his heart, to his face. His face curled into one of surprise. Looking at you from his shoulder as he responded.

“Gotham is quite the dark and unforgiving place isn’t it?”

You nodded into you cup, sipping as you cast your cup down.

“Indeed it is…my name is y/n, and you?”

Edward grinned as you told his name. He already knew your name. How silly of you to give it to him when you both knew eachother. He was elated to breathe the same air as you. He wanted to seep his love deep within your skin and allow it to grow, and plant itself in every part of your body.

He loved that you were playing this little game with him pretending you didn’t know him. He played along serenading it as he danced around it. He didn’t mind so long as you came rubbing against him, giving him the attention he desired.

“My name? My name…yes my name is…Edward…”

He answered truthfully. How could he lie anyways? You knew him and he knew you. It would be unfair to play his alter identity when you both were so close and played with one another. He watched as you smiled, extending your hand to him. He hesitated. He didn’t know why? He had craved to finally touch you for so long. So why now had his hand grown so clammy and stiff? He stayed like that for a brief stance, before slipping it into yours.

You smiled. You admired the males courage, despite his shy demeanor. He was odd, but his face and overall presentation was comforting enough to not make you uncomfortable nor distressed. His froggy and timid demeanor was inviting.

You studied his face, round and thin chapped lips, his wide green eyes that sat directly behind a shield of clear plastic and glass. His hair that stuck to his head, somewhat tamed. You admired his cute face, and his personality was somewhat cute. It almost made you forget that you were only here to get your mind off your now ex.

“Edward? I like that name. What brings you here? Is it me?”

You teased. Edward looked at you with a look of pure hunger. You knew him so well. He wanted to throw himself into a warm embrace, locking lips and wrapping his arms around you, but he contained himself. He loved to play your games.

He liked it just as much as his cards littered with riddles he loved to send you. He loved it almost as much as you. You were as warm and inviting as his riddles were. Yet you we’re also just as mysterious as them. Maybe that’s why he was so infatuated with you. Even if he thought he knew you he’d never fully know you or your thoughts. He’d never be able to dissect that wonderfully curated brain of yours. Never, which almost tortured him as much as the life that is, what he deemed his very own riddle.

Cruel and unwelcoming. But he never blamed you for that no. He couldn’t. That’s just how it was. And he had to play by the rules, and so he did. He slipped from his thoughts as he looked back at you.

“You caught me! in fact I’ve been following you around everyday.”

You stared at him, laughing the remark off. He was joking, it was apparent to you, just teasing you for the remark you had made. Of course it was a joke. But it rang true to your current situation, which sat with you. You ignored the feeling though, stirring the now cold coffee you had purchased.

“That’s funny you mention that. I’d been doing the same thing.”

Edward sat up slightly. His ears enjoyed what they had now just processed. They were delighted. They wanted to hear more. You liked him just as much as he liked you? Oh but of course, he knew this. Yet his chest couldn’t help but thump, thump loudly as his heart banged against it. He was never going to be over you. He was truly devoted to you. He’d never let you go.

“Oh? I…If that’s so…then…why don’t you come over? Since you’re so interested in me?”

You laughed it off slightly. The remark. Did he actually want you to come over? You hummed in response. Not saying anything as you ran the waitress over to you, paying and briefly scribbling on a napkin before you left. Edward stared at it, his body aching as he read what message you left for him.

“Hey Ed, why don’t you call me? Let’s have Lunch sometime?”

He giggled slightly, staring at your phone number. That was one thing he didn’t have. It was now in his possession. He grinned, shoving the napkins into his inner coat pocket, slipping out into the rain as he looked above, to the deep dark Gotham sky. He laughed, extending his arms out as the rain enveloped him. He love your little games. He loved it all. He was simply and utterly devoted to you.

AND THATS ALL FOLKS!! I haven’t wrote anything in awhile and I thought it was about time I finished one of my Edward fanfics I had on the back burner. I hope you enjoyed!

in light of israel's looming invasion on rafah, south africa implored the icj to call for the protection of palestinians with new preliminary orders. the icj denied this request, insisting that its january orders would be sufficient enough in ensuring the safety of people residing in rafah.

we have all seen how israel responded to the icj verdict earlier this month. they have all but intensified their attacks on palestinians, their favorite of whom seem to be children. this will end in a bloodbath. palestinians, already malnourished and living in literal tents, will be bombarded, they will be shot, they will be slaughtered. and when i say palestinians, a lot of them are actual toddlers. the videos coming out of this are proof enough.

at this point, it has been made amply clear that palestinians will never experience safety in their own homeland. a lot of the families in gaza are trying to raise funds to get out of it, because there's nowhere left to go.

there is nowhere left to go. if these people don't get the funds necessary to escape, they will die.

it's vital that you go to operation olive branch's spreadsheet, choose a family that resonates with you, and donate as much as you can to their gofundme. every last dollar counts. one dollar could be the difference between life and death for a family. please don't fall victim to the bystander effect. your contribution counts, however little it may be. and whether you're able to donate or not, spread this to as many people as you can. each second we stay silent is a second an entire family is brutally massacred.

One Piece Minks/ Furries Part 2

Voicemail

TW: Smut

Summary:  Trevor makes sure you won’t ignore him again.

Afficher davantage

in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you

sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!

"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.

"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."

the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."

"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."

"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."

"you always ask me what two plus five is."

"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.

thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."

you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.

"kaminari too!"

"and bakugou."

mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?

"no he does not!" counters mina.

"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."

"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."

"he's not that evil."

"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."

you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"

"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"

your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?

she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.

strange.

you know you can't be imagining this.

"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.

immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.

"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.

kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"

"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"

"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."

you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."

before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.

"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.

"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.

he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.

"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."

"damn your handwriting is messy."

your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.

mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.

a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.

something she has never seen before.

then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.

his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.

as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.

Me when I go to the riddler’s apartment for the first time

Selfish intentions.

Warnings: dirty talk, mild slut shaming, fucking in someone else's bedroom, Dom Deku, mentions of panty stealing. NSFW. This is just fucking filth. I did this in basically a quirkless college au so all characters are 18+ aged. Thanks. This is also like 1000 words.

Maybe this was a bad, bad idea. Could you bring yourself to care? Not at all. Not when Izuku Midoriya so eagerly buried his tongue in your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your clit while two of his thick fingers worked open your cunt. Vaguely, you wondered if by the time you were done Katsuki would know you both came on his sheets.

Your hand tangled in Izuku's thick hair, making him moan when you tugged from the scalp. The noise causes your clit to twitch against his tongue from the zap of pleasure it caused. Fuck, why was he so damn good at this? You looked down, watching as he lost himself in your taste, his hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress that were clearly neither of yours. God you could cum right then, knowing your juices stained his face and the sheets below you.

Being in a place you weren't supposed to be in made it so much hotter.

Inwardly Izuku was almost mush, he loved eating you out already but knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way and only him drove it home. He supposed he shouldn't be this petty, after all it's not like he could truly blame Katsuki for his panty thieving but...you were HIS girlfriend and part of him was pissed off that Katsuki had the audacity to even think of you sexually, to think about touching you at all. He resolved, if Kacchan didn't get this fucking hint, if you'd let him he'd fuck you in front of him.

After all, Kacchan had to learn his place; but for right now he was focused on you. Tracing the letters of his name on your clit as his fingers crooked up to hit that spongy spot inside you that had him crying out his name and pulling his hair. He ignored his throbbing length in the confines of his sweatpants in order to properly please you, tasting the sweetness of your release was always his favorite part. He could almost taste how close you were, feeling how your walls fluttered against his fingers as your cries rose in pitch.

His name fell off your lips like prayers in a church and his eyes fluttered when he tasted all you had to offer, lewd slurping noises coming from tasting the sweetness of your cum making it hard for you to think. When he pulled away you could only whine in protest, almost pouting as he took your shaky legs off his shoulders.

“Turn over, hike up that pretty little ass for me princess.” His voice seemed raspier, darker than you were used to as you obeyed his command, yelping when smacked your ass. The sting of it felt good on your heated flesh.

“Good girl, you're already a mess and I've barely started.” You could feel his grin as you hear rustling clothes before feeling his cock head slide between your dripping folds, he was fucking teasing you.  A mewl leaves your lips and you arch deeply, inviting him to slide into you but he continues his teasing instead. Finding your sweet whines and moans intoxicating to his ears and his ego, you're begging for him.

“P-please Izuku, please stop teas- oh!” Your pleads were clipped short as he slid his thick cock home inside you with one thrust. Your ass hitting his thighs with a soft smack. You moaned, you could never get used to how his cock stretched you out. You could feel how every delicious ridge and vein dragged against the walls of your cunt with even the slightest movement. He let himself be still for a moment, his hands rubbing your hips to let you adjust a tad before he started his thrusts.

He was driving you insane, the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls with every slow, mind numbing thrust he made. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your walls he could explore but it was too slow, making your body hot with the need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are. You could tell this was on purpose, Izuku was always a wretched tease when it came down to it. One more pleasurable but oh so slow thrust made you snap at him.

Looking back at him you glared, “Fuck me like you fucking mean it or maybe I'll kick you out and wait for Bakug- OH.” Your words got cut off as a squeal like moan left your lips, Izuku starting a punishing pace as he pushed your head down to the sheets. His movements rougher than you were used to from him, more dominant.

“He couldn't fuck you good as me anyway.” He rasped, fucking into you harder with every word. His hand on the small of your back to keep you arched for him, his other hand gripping your hip. “Look at you, a fucking mess on my cock. Pussy fucking dripping so much I can feel it on my thighs.” You whimpered, not used to how crude he was being, the words making your ears burn but you loved them.

“I'm making you gush more than he could ever dream of and that's the point.” His hand that was on the small of your back crept up to your hair, pulling hard enough to make your back bow, head up and mouth open in a gasp. “You're mine and I'm gonna leave his sheets a mess with the fucking proof that you're mine.” The low tone of his voice sent shots of pleasure right to your core, a wet squelching sound echoing in the small dormitory from just how wet you were and how hard he was fucking you.

“Don't be afraid to make a mess on my cock, on the sheets, cause I'm gonna fuck you til you're squirting all over them.” The hand that was on your hip left to press against your throat, squeezing at it just enough to make your vision blur.

“He'll like it anyway. Since the fucking pervert steals your panties, I'm gonna make sure your juices even stain his pillow.” If you could see Izuku, you'd have seen the feral glint in his eyes as he sped up his thrusts. Determined to fuck you into an oblivious, incoherent mess while he had the time.

Katsuki had returned late in the night to his dorm, wrinkling his nose slightly when he opened the door at the smell of what seemed like sex. He looked around, brows furrowed in slow building anger but everything looked the same. Except one thing, a pair of very familiar red laced panties rested, soiled on his desk. There was a note with them that said enjoy and he recognized that it was the shitty nerds handwriting.

“Fucking Deku.” He rasped, trying to ignore the fact that his cock stirred in his gym shorts.