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this is pt.2, pt.1
Toji, Kento, Satoru, Geto
TOJI
good fuckin slut
sweet little honey on the road
âDaddy will be home soon, baby...â
virgin killer
KENTO
all yours
bounce on your husband's cock, baby
making you feel good
after a long day
SATORU
the strongest bouncing you on his strongest
distracted in the kitchen
gift after a mission
take it then
GETO
you're so perfect...
my perfect fucktoy.
fucking the teacher for a better grade
turning you into his little cockcrazy monkey
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Wild men
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Grimmjow jaegerjaquez
Relishing his anger out on you
Something heâd do
Using you while you whine out his name
Making you work for it
How hard heâd pound into you
Punishing you
Ryomen Sukuna
Something heâd do
Pushing your face into the sheets while he uses you
Size kink
Watching as you squirm around on his length
How hard heâd pound into you
Punishing you
Toji fushiguro
Giving you a special lesson on a desk
Making you ride him with your back facing him
Size kink
How hard heâd pound into your
Something heâd do
Making eye contact with him
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jujutsu kaisen pound town
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~Getou suguru~
69 after a long day
Breakfast turns into sex
Morning sex
Pounding you on the table in front of everyone
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jujutsu kaisen pound town
MDNI!! CW: pls donât read this if you donât like porn links because some people donât like theses things and people under age donât read there will be links to porn videos on twitter so be aware
~Sukuna Ryomen~ (only his true form)
Squirting around his cock
Cumming inside of you
Locking you down only to pound into
Pulling your hard while pounding into you
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đ Ao3 Fics Iâve read and love đ
đ infidelity by @tawus (completed)
gojo x fem reader
Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years â clubbing â behind his back. Too bad that on Satoruâs most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on herâŚ
đ desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)
all jjk men x fem reader đ
Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They werenât picture perfect but neither were you.
đ mascara by @/softstellars (on going)
geto x fem reader
You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although youâre pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.
đ a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)
toji x fem reader
The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".
đ you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)
toji x fem reader
sequel to a pearl!
After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?
đ rings by @/bungeemum (on going)
toji x fem reader
you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?
đ a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)
gojo x fem reader
geto x fem reader
Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.
đ fateâs gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)
gojo x fem reader
geto x fem reader
sequel to a dangerous game
çźĺâ a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.
đ him & i by @pharixden (on going)
gojo x fem reader
toji x fem reader
sukuna x fem reader
A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isnât a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.
đ changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)
gojo x fem reader
From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.
đ the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)
toji x fem reader
Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.
đ 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)
nanami x fem reader
Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.
đ forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)
sukuna x fem reader
You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.
đ love kills by @/sourome (on going)
i actually donât know đ i think toji x fem reader
The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your motherâs heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.
đ the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)
sukuna x fem reader
Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.
đ bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)
toji x fem reader
Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...
đ violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)
gojo x fem reader
In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?
đ starboy by @septembersummer (completed)
gojo x fem reader
sequel to violet lights
After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didnât know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, heâs better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.
đ sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)
toji x fem reader
Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect FiancĂŠ. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.
This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.
đ the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)
gojo x fem reader
This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.
đ untameable waves by @/circedemedici
(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)
has been taken down i dont know if itâll come back but if it does iâll link it! but iâm leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(
please let me know any other fics youâve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3
i think i used every tag known to man LOL đ
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CAUGHT ON FILM #2! â JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...more nsfw twt links of the jjk men
INFO...jjk men x fem!bodied reader, women in the videos may be white skinned and light skinned but these videos are only to show howâd they fuck you, choking, cow girl, doggy, missionary, rough sex, oral (m & f receiving), spit, handjobs, fingering, overstim, bondage, praise, degradation, squirting, creampie, breeding, anal, sex toys
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
TOJI
pounding your pussy in the backseat of the car
choking you and spitting in your mouth while he fucks you from behind
teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock
making you squirt all over his dick while he cums in your pussy
he loves seeing your mascara run down your face
toji doesnât like when you use condoms, you feel too good
GOJO
gojo watching in the mirror as you bounce on his cock
pulling your panties to the side and eating your pussy
using his fleshlight on him
you look so cute in your nightgown he just had to fuck you in it
he loves the way your ass bounces back on him
gojo getting needy and thrusting up into your hand
NANAMI
fucking you before the two of you go out on your date
pushing you up against the shower door and fucking you after a long day
cockwarming him in public but canât help getting needy and moving your hips against his
eating your pussy until you cum and make a mess
choking you and making you rub yourself through your panties while he praises and reassures you
fingering you till you squirm
GETO
jerking him off while he fingers you
waking you up in the middle of the night cause heâs so needy
licking you through your panties
the two of you get a little distracted while watching a movie
geto thought it would be fun to try anal
sloppy head is the best head
SUKUNA
treating you like a whore while fucking your face
using your pussy for his own pleasure
using your tits to jerk himself off
fucking you rough against the couch after a bad day
breeding your cute little hole
he loves using toys on both of your holes until youâre shaking
HIGURUMA
grinding your ass against his hard cock, teasing him
guiding you up and down his cock
deciding to tie you up and fuck you from behind
holding you close to him while he whispers the nasty things he wants to do as he licks and sucks at your sensitive spots
playing with your pussy for his own enjoyment
spanking you for being a brat
CHOSO
rubbing your clothed pussy over his dick before he gets too needy and fucks you
he canât help eating your pussy even after youâve cum already
sitting on his face while heâs distracted on his phone
making out naked and getting touchy
breeding your pussy on your cute picnic date
making him cum through his underwear
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words to use when writing
Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:Â
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, windedÂ
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:Â
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:Â
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vileÂ
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heavenÂ
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken abackÂ
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrapÂ
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
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jujutsu kaisen pound town
MDNI!! CW: pls donât read this if you donât like porn links (also working on my masterlist)
Toji Fushiguro
Feeling his big length
Have him pound into your ass
Riding him in the living room of your house
Treating you like a slut
Fucking you into the sheets
Loud enough the neighbors could hear you
Satoru Gojo
Riding him in front of a mirror
Car sex with him
Sucking him off in his bedroom
How you guys first met
Pounding into you in the middle of the living room
Move night turns into fuck night
Geto Suguru
Slapping your ass from behind
Finger you in the morning
Fucking you in the back seat of a car
Fucking you into the couch
Using no protection
Eating you out
Choso kamo
Riding him reverse cowgirl style
Needy in the morning
Wearing a school girl uniform for him
Fucking you while you play the game for him
Letting him cum inside
Finger you
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A TEST OF ANGUISH (pt. 4), kamisato ayato/reader
SYNOPSIS⌠they love is not for the weak of heart OR KAMISATO AYATO has more buried in his rib cage than he lets on.Â
â Â warnings, kamisato ayato & fem-presenting!reader, a smidge of confrontation, pain pain pain.
â Â notes, ayato is actually an allusion to my ex lmaooo.
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YOUR fingers are gentle as you thread them through soraâs hair, carefully threading the strands together until itâs a braided crown of blue. youâve just finished tucking in the last bits of hair into her braid when you see the coloring; itâs faint, but her light blue has begun to shift to a deeper indigo at her roots.Â
âokaasan, am i pretty yet?â her light indigo irises are fixed on you through the reflecting vanity mirror. sora had sensed your halt in motion, her smile innocent and inquiring.Â
you bring an easy smile to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair before reassuring her. âyou have always been the most beautiful to me.â your hands move to adjust to the collar of her formal dress, the light purple blossoms peeking out just over her shoulders. you had this dress made just before you left the kamisato estate, hopeful that she might be able to wear it during summer festivities rather than a trial between two dominant clans.Â
a reality which you seem to be so detached from as of late.Â
it had been a couple months since youâve moved out of your old residence, a decision you made in the best interest of you and your daughter, and yet you canât help the strange welling in your heart at the thought of having to set foot inside once more.Â
a house once full of unity, now harboring distrust and tension, you had no choice to bring sora back to it. as the sole heir to the hayashi matriarch and the only child of the head of the yashiro commission, sora could not be absent.Â
âsora,â you begin, âi just want you to know⌠that, uhmâŚâ thereâs a lump in your throat and something tickles at your tear ducts. your daughter turns to face you on her chair, her smaller hands coming to cup around your face as her expression fills with worry. âiâm alright, flower, no need to worry.â you bring a hand to place on hers, thumb rubbing softly against the back of her hand in comfort.
âafter today, if somethings donât go the way i planned,â you explain, âi donât want you to think for even a second that i donât love you. not ever.â the thought of having to give her up had been tormenting you the past few weeks after the elders had brought into question succession for both clans with the continuance of a divorce.Â
between the yashiro commission and the hayashi clan, there was only one legitimate heir. and youâre sure everyone who was anyone in the room would want a claim to your sora.Â
âeverything will be alright as long as iâm with mama,â sora replies quietly, offering a soft smile. there was absolutely nothing you wouldnât do for this little girl.Â
you press a soft kiss to her forehead. âletâs hope that never changes.â
holding her hand in yours, the two of you leave the room, making it down the hall to the grand room where the most important meetings are held. the few elders which had gathered outside the door lower their gazes and bow, offering you their respects. The guards outside the door stand in position of salute, only moving back to a position of attention when you nod.Â
there are whispers among the few which you pass on your way towards the doors, their voices hushed but not quiet enough for you to miss.Â
âa pity the yashiro commission has to incur such a loss over a petty issue,â one criticizes.Â
âyouâd think as a matriarch sheâd be more understanding and mature,â the other replies. âit seems ridiculous to stage such a trial between clans, no?â
sora looks up at you with confusion in her eyes, and you simply bring a soft smile to your face, shaking your head in dismissal. âyou pay them no mind, flower.â you stop just before the doors, your free hand coming to signal to the door keepers. âvermin who mooch off of their diluted family ties hold no opinion in the court of nobility.â
there are some hushed gasps behind you and you see your daughter giggle, the doors coming to open before you to reveal a larger room of gathering nobles. directly in front of you at the grand table, kamisato ayato sits beside his younger sister, an image of placid indifference reflected in his figure.Â
the elders seated in the room took to their feet, offering a bow of acknowledgement as you approached the room. ayato was delayed in his response, standing moments later and offering a deep bow.Â
you bowed in response, sinking deeply before returning back to your full height. Akane appeared at your side at once, ushering sora to the side seats where she could sit but remain in proximity to you.Â
âmatriarch of the hayashi clan, i, kamisato ayato, head of the kamisato clan, greet you humbly. regardless of the outcome, i wish all good intentions during this trial.â his voice is smooth and courteous, but void of any emotion, yet another twist to the knife in your heart.Â
âi, hayashi y/n, head of the hayashi clan, wish you well in this fair trial and hope you accept the ruling without protest,â you reply, smile soft and polite.Â
you see his jaw tick at this, a feeling of satisfaction settling deep in your bones.Â
when the doors open one final time, it is everyoneâs turn to bow, for the raiden shogun comes waltzing in, voice calm and level when she asks, âshall we get started then?â
"SHE was born on the kamisato estate, by natural laws she is the kamisato clanâs right!â an elder at the table, whom you recognize to be one of the most senior among those gathered from the opposing party. she only ever liked the number on the profit amount your marriage brought her. âthis is inarguablyââ
one of the elders from your side stands from his chair, violet eyes seething at the remark. âinarguable? it was not in the contractual agreement!âÂ
the air is tense with anger, confusion, and stubbornness, all of which you remain aware of yet quiet. your eyes are trained on your husband, his eyes also never leaving yours since the moment the both of you sat down.Â
it isnât until the raiden shogun speaks do the two of you avert your eyes to her. âwhy are the lot of you discussing the little girl as if sheâs a mere object? Have you any respect for the child?â her violet eyes are narrowed and gaze is pointed, as if to pierce straight through anyone who might answer her conjecture incorrectly.Â
ân-no, almighty s-shogunââÂ
another elder stands, trembling before the archon. âplease, we didnât mean any insolenceââ
âand yet,â raiden continues, âi have yet to hear anything remotely negotiable in the past two hours iâve been stuck sitting in this chair. tell me, have you any idea what the girl is like? taken the time to understand who sora is?â
at this, ayato flinches, the question itself more indirectly intended for him.Â
âit is true that by natural law sora is entitled to the kamisato clan,â raiden begins, the faces of all those in favor of the aforementioned clan lighting up in delight, âbut after further examination of the justification for the divorce, it would seem that she is, inarguably, the rightful heir to the hayashi clan.â
protest begins to break out amongst the elders and you feel the heat clawing at the back of your throat, the tickle of electricity in the air as everyone begins to overwhelm you. before you can react, there is a burst of blue, water form the shape of blades pointed at every elder in the room.Â
âall of you, hush!â it is your husband, hands clenched on the table and expression tight with rage. âhad it not been for any of you, we would never be in this mess to begin with!â
the room is silent but for the ticking of the clock. his words ring through your head, a mixture of confusion and anger swirling in the pit of your stomach.Â
âthe elders?â your voice is just barely a whisper. âi spent nearly a decade wasting away in a loveless marriage and you want to blame the elders?!âÂ
your husbands eyes are wide when they meet yours, his mouth open as if his words were not meant to be his.Â
you laugh coldly. âi knew you were a low creature, but i had never thought you to be pathetic enough to continue blaming everyone but yourselfââ
âi do blame myself! i am the only one i blame!â ayatoâs eyes are a mix of desperate blue and youâre not sure what to think of it. âi sleep alone and walk past empty rooms where you and sora used to play. i sit at an empty table where we used to eat. i waste away in a home of ghost and absent memories, do not tell me that i do not blame myself!â
âthen where were you?â you think heâs unbelievable. âwhere. were. you? i brought her into this world alone. she received her vision without you. her first summer festival, without you. archons, ayato! where were you?!â
âi thought you hated me!â
âyouâre the one who told me we were married for politics!â
âbecause i wanted you to hurt!â
âwhy?â
âbecause i love you!â he is huffing and attempting to catching his breath. he runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, looking around at the room of eyes all on him. lowering his voice, he continues, âfrom the moment i met you, i loved you, and i have never felt like i was enough and thought of bringing you anything but happiness did terrible things to me.â
you swallow the lump inn your throat. âso you abandoned me?â
he canât meet your eyes. âi felt if you were too close, you might discover the worst of me. that maybe if youââ
âno. no, ayato, donât be cruel,â you interrupt, shaking your head. You will not hear any of this. you stand from your chair, a look of anguish on your face when you meet those beautiful cerulean irises. âyou have no right to say that.âÂ
he stands too, hand almost reaching towards you. âmy dearestââ
âno!â your voice cracks and you pick up the skirt of your dress, back up towards the doors which you came in. âyou can curse at me, insult me, do your worst, but you have no right to plead your love to me!â
sora stands from her chair and comes running to you, her small hands clasping at yours. you gather her in your arms, ordering the guards to open the doors. you turn to face your husband who, having rushed from the other side of the table, stands just meters away from you.Â
âyou are a cruel man, kamisato ayato.â your eyes are sharp with hatred, your expression twisted with pain. you bow in acknowledgement to the raiden shogun, who nods back. you meet the gazes of all the elders in the room before replying, âthis trial is over, i will hear no more of your grievances.â
and you turn and run. you escape. you leave with sora in your arms your past on your tail.
because love shouldnât hurt. it shouldnât.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 (coming soon!)
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! w/Jujutsu Kaisen
More: Twitter links with the JJk men, repost bc it was taken down :(
Featuring: Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo
âž Ryomen Sukuna
âS too big for you
Fuckinâ the life outta you
He loves pounding into you
That one time you almost said your safe word
âž Toji Fushiguro
Stretching you out
He wants another kid
Heâs just so much bigger than you
You trying your hardest to fit him
Follow up with : heâs so proud when ur finally able to take all of him
âž Gojo Satoru
Cumming deep in you
Fucking the housemaid every time he comes home from college
Gojo & Geto competing who can fuck you the hardest
Sucking the life out of his pretty cock
âž Geto Suguru
Fucking your brains out with Gojo
He loves watching his come drip out of you
Him fucking Gojos housemaid whenever he visits
You always take his rough throat fucking âcus youâre his good girl
âž Choso Kamo
Sucking your tits while you ride him
Morning cuddles w/ him
Heâs so weak for pussy jobs
Overstimulating him to the point of tears
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â A PUNK ROCK DRUMMER AND HE'S SIX-FOOT-THREE !! â
⧠pairing: older brother! choso kamo x best friend! reader
⧠summary: you've been asked whether you and yuji are together a million times - but the truth is his brother is more your type -- so what happens when you end up sharing a bed one night?
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, reader is two years younger than choso (same age as yuji), (all in their 20s but age is vague), bed sharing, switch! choso, soft dom! choso, sub! choso, oral (m), handjob (m), dry humping, fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, implied itafushi, implied bi king yuji, a little angst with choso, but a lot of comfort, cuddling, nobara hijinks, art by @/yume041624
⧠wc: 5,597
⧠for my 2k celebration event: item 2 has been sold to one anon!
Yuji Itadori was not your boyfriend.Â
It was a sentence you had to say probably as many times as Yuji had to tell people you werenât his girlfriend. It was the first thing people asked when they saw the two of you together, or some iteration of âyou two are soooo cute together,â âyouâre the perfect couple,â or your favorite, âwhenâs the wedding?âÂ
The last one you liked to answer with when hell froze over.Â
And it wasnât because Yuji wasnât attractive â he was. He was cute, athletic, loyal to a fault, somewhat intelligent when he put his two brain cells together, and had a really nice smile. But you said that with all of the platonic energy in the universe â because if anyone asked you to kiss Yuji (year seven, a dare that went horribly wrong, and ended with you shoving Yuji into someoneâs lap) â you would probably laugh or puke.Â
Whichever naturally came first (or possibly both).Â
But the good thing was Yuji felt the exact same way â he saw you as a sister, someone he respected, loved, but never romantically â you knew that by the way he barely had reacted when he had barged into your bathroom when you were getting dressed from your shower still, and just promptly just shut the door with a shouted, âsorry!âÂ
You glance to your right, at Yuji who was playing a video game beside you on the couch â No, your type was not the golden retriever, stare into your eyes longingly, and bring that boy home to your parents â no, your eyes slid over to your left, your type wasâŚhis older brother.Â
Jet black locks that hung to his shoulders, inked tattoos peeking out from beneath his black t-shirt, bags under his eyes as dark as his gaze itself, and his perfect lips were curled in a small smirk â at you.
Choso Kamo was absolutely your type â except for the fact he was your best friendâs older brother. That little problem still niggled into the forefront of your mind, even as you saw him lick his lips out of the corner of your eye, the rounded metal piercing on his tongue glinting in the fluorescent lights of the basement. Your eyes drew back to the TV screen where Yuji was badly losing a fighting game online, toying with your phone in your hands.Â
âYo bro, are you headed back to school tonight?â Choso went to a college couple hours away â his break nearly over now â while you and Yuji went to a nearby university, two years behind Choso.Â
âYeah, Iâm going to make the drive tonight, probably get there before midnight or just after,â he sighs, raking his painted fingernails through his hair, âwhen do you two head back?âÂ
âNext week,â you replied, watching Yuji fall into sudden death in his match, âYuji promised to help me move this time, and not blow me off to help his boyfriend move this time,âÂ
âFushiguro isnât my boyfriend,â he snaps, and the other player takes him out, Yuji glares at you, knuckles white against the controller, âlook what you did,â he grumbles, tossing the controller onto the table, clattering against the wooden surface.Â
âCareful, you break another controller, and your dad will kill you,â you smirk, âif you werenât so sensitive about Fushiguro, you wouldnât have lost!âÂ
His cheeks are stained an incriminating red, as he gets up and stalks off, muttering something about getting a soda from upstairs, and heâs gone in a flash, as you chuckle, far too pleased with your work â a little more prodding, and maybe youâd win that bet with Nobara about Yuji and Megumi getting together on the first day back.Â
âSo, is that Fushiguro kid good enough for him?â Chosoâs voice snaps you from your thoughts, as Choso raises an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips.Â
âWhoâs really good enough for Yuji?â But you add, âbut Fushiguroâs a good guy. Heâd be a good match for Yuji,âÂ
âAnd what about you?âÂ
You tilt your head, your heart stutters in your chest, âWhat about me?âÂ
âWhoâd be a good match for you?â And you bite your bottom lip â you canât be honest can you? How could you? Yuji had no idea how you felt and if he did, he may be horrified at the thought of you dating his older brother. But what if he wasnât? And what if â your eyes meeting his own â you didnât care?Â
But you donât get to reply as Yuji comes bounding back down the stairs, bad mood already dissipated in the short few minutes he was gone, as he tosses you your favorite drink and does the same with his brother, âwhat Iâd miss?âÂ
You rolled around in bed, tossing from side to side â until you sighed again, resting on your stomach. You were so stupid. You had all day with Choso, all day to say something â to steer the conversation back to what you were talking about before. But no, you couldnât. The three of you had dinner together, and you watched Choso leave, bags in hand, as you did the last two years.Â
He and Yuji clap hands together, as he ruffles his little brotherâs hair as always, âDonât do anything stupid okay? Visit your dad as much as you can. And let me know if you want to visit,â and his eyes find yours, âthe both of you,âÂ
And his palm comes to ruffle your hair as usual, leaning far too close for your heartâs sake,Â
âBe good ok?â And god, you have to force yourself not to shiver, as you nod, âYuji, let her sleep in my room. She shouldnât be forced to sleep on your couch again.â
âI always tell her to take my bed but she always says noââÂ
âThatâs because your mattress sucksââÂ
âWell mine doesnât,â Choso cuts in, and fuck, why does that make you press your thighs together discreetly, âSo just sleep in there, ok?âÂ
And now thatâs where you find yourself, in Chosoâs bed, in the room that Yujiâs dad had set up for him to use â it was relatively neat, a guitar left in the corner that he often used when he was here to practice â the one he had been sleeping in for the last month, the bedroom youâd pass each night and wish you had the courage to knock on his door, let the door swing open as you leaned close to him, fingers resting on his shoulder, breath warming your lips before you finallyâ
This wasnât helping, you groaned into his pillow, and neither was the fact that this entire bed smelled like him â like musk and spice and something thatâs so distinctly him. So distinctly him that you canât ignore the ache between your legs, as your traitorous mind summoned images of him lying shirtless in bed â you knew from how his t-shirt would ride up that his body was far more toned than he looked and from when his chest pressed against your back when he reached for a plate from the table.Â
Fuck. You buried your face into the pillow again, you would be lucky to sleep an hour, much less a full night. But finally, you do drift off into Hypnosâs realm, however brief it is.Â
Until youâre awoken by rustling, you turn on the bed, consciousness stirring, as you hear the sounds of shifting again and your eyes blink open only to see a shirtless Choso standing in front of you.Â
You nearly pinch yourself to ensure your sinful thoughts before bed hadnât betrayed you (and you do discreetly, as you stare at each other), âChoso?â You ask, voice thick with sleep, despite your body being far too awake for its own good, as your eyes finally dart away from the expansive view that is his bare chest, âwhat are youââÂ
âThe roads got bad while I was driving back, itâs raining really hard â I got drenched even just heading from the car to the house,â he pulls on a shirt, âsorry I just came to grab a shirtââÂ
âDo you wanna sleep in your bed?â You move to get up, but he shakes his head, his hand finding your head again, as he ruffles your hair, âI can sleep in Yujiâs room â itâs fine,âÂ
His lips quirk, âNo, itâs okay â Iâll take the couch in his room, itâs not a problem,âÂ
There was a problem â Yuji had locked his door before bed â the idiot. And once he was asleep, he slept like the dead â and the only way to wake him was the scream your throat raw, or a necromancy blood ritual â whichever was simpler.Â
âYou can take your bed, I can sleep on the floor,â you chew your lip as you watch him set up a sheet and blanket on the floor of his room, âChosoââÂ
âIâm not going to have you sleep on the floor,â he raises an eyebrow, as he lays back, âjust go back to bed, Iâm sorry I woke you,âÂ
You shake your head, âyouâre fine,â and you glance at the bed â there was enough space for both of you, wasnât there? âwe could share the bedââ
âNo,âÂ
âIt would be fineââ and he seems unconvinced, his dark eyes finding yours again, cutting off your train of thought, âwhat?âÂ
âDo you always insist on sharing a bed with a guy?â And your cheeks burn, eyes unable to meet his as you glance at your phone, âyou should be more careful,âÂ
âI trust you, and Yuji,â you add, chewing your bottom lip â you were veering into dangerous territory, âI wouldnât do this with anyone else,âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âReally,â and he reaches up, you think to ruffle your hair again, but instead his fingers brush his cheek, long fingers trailing the length of your cheekbone, âChosoââÂ
âGo to sleep, we can talk in the morning,â and his fingers fall away as quickly as they come, as he turns away, his black locks fanned out on his pillow, âgood night,âÂ
âNight,â you murmur, as your eyes rest on his back â how was he so close yet so far? You barely remember a time he wasnât there â he had found Yuji when he was in middle school ��� right after his grandfather had passed away. You were by Yujiâs side, holding his hand, when Choso tapped on his brotherâs shoulder. And it wasnât love at first sight â you were overprotective of Yuji, but Choso took his time to gain your trust with actions â until he had gained a lot more than just your trust â he had gained your heart along with it.Â
And even now, those adolescent feelings still lingered, and he remained just barely out of reach. Close enough to touch, but not enough to breach.Â
You close your eyes finally, maybe it wasnât meant to be.Â
You barely drift off when you hear the sounds of soft cries and even a whimper â your mind is pulled from the arms of sleep into reality, eyes fluttering open to only find the darkness of night, the barest glimmer of moonlight let in by the cracks of the curtains, and you see him.Â
Choso. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, fingers clutching at his blanket â his knuckles nearly white, his brow formed valleys seemingly as deep as his fear. His breath left his lips in short pants, and youâre climbing off the bed before you can think.Â
Yuji had told you Choso hadnât had the best upbringing. You didnât know much, but you had known Choso had grown up taking care of his other siblings, left to be a father instead of an older brother. And his fatherâŚhad abused all of them when he had bothered to be around â Choso taking the worst of it.Â
Youâre at side, but you donât know what to do â your fingers shake as you reach to touch him, but you donât know if that will only scare him more, âChoso, youâre safe,â you said softly, âIâm going to touch you okay? Youâre safe, youâre okay â come here, Iâll keep you safe,â and your fingers graze lightly against his brow, smoothing itâs ceases before running your fingers through his hair, âno one can hurt you,â and your other hand eases his fingers from his blanket, intertwining your fingers, âyouâre okay,âÂ
And his body slowly grows more limp, the tension ebbing away with each second, as his breathing slowed, your name leaving his lips, âI-Iâm sorry,â you shush him gently, âIââ
âCome onto the bed,â you murmur, and heâs shaking his head, âChoso, itâs okay, itâll be fine.âÂ
His eyes slowly flutter open, but instead of fear, you only find sadness, âBut what ifâŚI hurt you somehow?â His voice is soft, and you almost chuckle at the thought of him hurting you.Â
âYou could never hurt me, I know you, Choso,â you tug him by his hand lightly, âcome on, please?âÂ
You get onto the bed first, and he slowly follows, the bed dipping with his weight beside you. Your heart squeezes at the warmth of his body being so close, your fingers hesitantly reaching for him, and his arm slowly wraps around your middle, giving you enough time and space for you to move away (you donât), âThank you,â he murmurs, and your lips curl in a soft smile.Â
âOf course,â you say, and you inch even closer, as his breaths slow and warm your skin, and your eyes finally flutter shut too. And as you slip back into sleep â you wonder if youâll truly wake to only realize this was a dream.Â
Choso had watched you and Yuji grow up â well, he was still growing up too â it felt as if he had aged so much faster the way he grew up. When he found out about Yuji from his deadbeat father, Choso went looking for him â only to find him with a death announcement â Yujiâs grandfatherâs. Choso knew what it was like to lose family â the wounds never would heal, it was a poison that seeped into every crevice of your body, and hung on your bones like weights. But even so, Choso didnât know Yuji â and he didnât know how heâd react to a random person showing up to his grandfatherâs funeral.Â
But he did anyway â and he was so glad he did, because he not only found his brother, but he found you too.Â
You â Yujiâs best friend, and who he thought his little brother would eventually date, even despite his protests that the two of you were just friends. You, who had encouraged Yuji to spend time with him, while guarding him as you did, eyes sharp and evaluating around his presence. But that eased with time â and with time, you both had grown up.Â
You had grown up to be even more beautiful than he thought was possible. And it wasnât just your appearance â that had shedded the second skin of insecurity and awkwardness that came with adolescence â but it was everything. Even more than before, you radiate warmth, the same kind of warmth his brother did, but instead of a blinding sun, you were soft light that enveloped those you wished to. Â
And this past month had been an exercise of self control if not torture. Seeing you in the mornings, hair askew as you emerged before Yuji did, a soft smile that he only could hope was reserved for him. Voice thick with sleep as you told him âgood morning,â and it was â every time he got to wake to the sight of you.Â
This morning was no exception, but only cemented that fact. Â
Although, now that he was waking up beside you, maybe he was wrong, maybe you were blinding â because you blinded from seeing every ounce of logic he thought he had. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, your soft breaths tickling his skin, as his fingers tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.Â
How were you so beautiful? The back of his finger traced the slope of your jaw, no one should be allowed to be this ethereal â especially while they slept. Your feet stuck out of the blanket, and he fixed it, making sure you were warm enough, but he only succeeded in making you stir.Â
He froze as you only nuzzled into him further, your fingers grasping at the front of his shirt, while your legs further entangled with his, your waist, pressed right against his andâŚa particular problem presented itself.Â
Fuck.Â
He needed to leave the bed, but how would he without waking you? He carefully slipped his arm away from you, trying his best to detangle your legs from his own. But only for your eyes to flutter open anyway â his breath catching as your half asleep gaze meets his, your lips curling into a soft smile.Â
âMorning,â you murmur, voice still thick with sleep, and god, he hopes you canât hear or feel how his heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. You donât seem the slightest bit concerned at the proximity, your eyes opening and shutting still, âare you okay?âÂ
âI am, thanks to you,â he murmurs, his cheeks warming at the sight of your sleepy smile, as you rubbed your eyes, âdid you sleep okay?âÂ
âI did, I think I slept the best I had in weeks,â you admit, as you blink away sleep, and really look at him â only to find him staring, âwhat?âÂ
âYouâre justâŚreally beautiful,â and he delights in your eyes darting away from his shyly, and his fingers brush against your chin, guiding your gaze back to his, âyou really have no idea what you do to me, do you?âÂ
And he feels your breath catch â and he wonders if heâs crossed a line, if he should back off, if he had rung a bell that should have never been touched â but your fingers curl around his, lips parted, âThen why donât you show me?âÂ
He swallows thickly, as he draws closer, thumb rubbing the length of your cheek, and you let him â putty in his hands, âCan I kiss you?â And you nod wordlessly, and he doesnât wait any longer, his lips brush yours.Â
Itâs chaste, barely a kiss at all, lips parting far too soon, but he canât help but hesitate, he wants this to be right, he never would want to hurt you â never wanted to even approach that line, much less toe it. But by the way your fingers threaded in his long locks, finding purchase on the back of his neck to only kiss him â he figures heâs fine.Â
But fuck, youâre more than just fine. Youâre everything, everything to him.Â
Your lips glide against his so utterly softly, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, and you part them for him with ease. He swallows your moan eagerly as he tastes you, as your fingers tug at his shirt, urging him on top, as you roll onto your back for him.Â
âButâwe shouldnâtââ he bites his lip, âYujiââÂ
âWho the fuck cares about Yuji right now?â and youâre climbing on top of him this time, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly over his morning wood, as a gasp escaped his lips, âyouâre a lot more honest down south, Choso,â you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor, his eyes widen, raking over your exposed skin, gasping when you lightly grind down on his already tenting erection, âYuji doesnât need to know, as long as weâre quiet,â and you lean down to kiss him.Â
All sense leaves his mind â right as your lips find his again, and your hands slip under his shirt, the sounds of your kisses ring in his ear, your lips quirking up when your teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groans.Â
Your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, and he leans up, helping you toss it onto the ground to join your shirt, âI thought you liked Yuji,â he murmurs, âI never thought you wouldââÂ
âYuji is my friend â my best friend. The only thing weâve ever come close to sharing is a kiss when we were kids because of a dare, and even then, I had pushed him away,â and you smile that same way that had stolen his breath time and time again, âbut Iâd never dream of pushing you away, ChoââÂ
And heâs flipped you under him, your back pressed against the mattress, your breath caught in your throat, as his lidded gaze finds yours, âEven if I make you scream?â His fingers trace down your cheek, the length of your jaw, across your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, âyou wonât mind letting Yuji hear you then? Hear how good I make you feel?â He murmurs, and you whimper as his fingertips breach the edge of your bra, teasing the perked peaks underneath, âwonât push me away when I push into you?âÂ
âChoso,â you gasp, as his fingers roll your nipples between his fingers, âfuckââÂ
âYou have such a filthy mouth for someone so innocent,â he murmurs, voice gliding over your body like velvet, âhave to put your mouth to good use, wonât I, baby?â And his fingers glide down your stomach now, teasing the waistband of your shorts, âyou like it when I talk like this? I wonder how much,â he hums, his eyes finding yours, looking for confirmation as his fingers drag down gen elastic of your shorts, and sees the wet patch of your slick, âbeen waiting for this as much as Iâve been, baby?âÂ
âYes, please,â you whine, and heâs teasing your hardened clit through the wet fabric, âbeen waiting so long, Cho, pleaseââÂ
âYou were so bold before,â and his lithe fingers are tugging your underwear aside as his fingers circle the outside of your cunt, âdoes it only take a few touches to have you so pliant under me?âÂ
You pout, and itâs so unfair how adorable you look â god, it was always so unfair how cute you looked â âPlease, donât tease me,âÂ
âHow can I not when I waited for this for so long?â he kisses the length of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your body, his knees pressing your thighs apart, as his thumb presses teasingly against your clit, âtell me, how long have you waited?âÂ
âChosoââ you whine, but it falls on deaf ears, even as your hips try to grind against his touch, heâs pressing your hips back down, âI-I donât know,â but he knows from the way from your forearm covers your face out of embarrassment that you do.Â
âI know you do, sweetheart,â and heâs easing your arm from your face, thumb dragging down your kiss bitten lips, âdonât hide from me,â he murmurs, âyouâre too pretty to hide,âÂ
âPlease, just touchââ and a gasp parts your lips again, back of your head pressing into the pillow as a single digit works itâs way inside your fluttering walls, the wet squelch of your walls against his finger nearly enough to make him cum in his boxers there and then, âCho, so good,â and god, heâs reaching a hand into his boxers to palm at his aching erection.Â
âSo fucking wet fâme, baby, just for me, right?â and youâre nodding wordlessly, his finger was so much longer and thicker than your own, âcanât wait to sink inside you, baby,â and heâs adding another finger, slowly working you open, toying and teasing you until the moans heâd dreamed of spill from your lips again and again. His palm grasps desperately at his weeping erection, imagining your smaller fingers around his cock,Â
âChoso, sâclose, canâtââ a soft groan leaves your lips.Â
âCum around my fingers, pretty, fall apart for me,â he grunts, and his thumb bares down on your clit, and youâre tipping over the edge, as your mouth falls open, back arching as you cum hard, pleasure ripping up your body, as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. Your eyes flutter open slowly, as he pulls his fingers from you slowly, your slick clinging to his fingers. You watch him as he presses his fingers into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean of your cum, âbest thing Iâve ever tasted, baby,â and heâs leaning to press a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans with ease, as he lets you taste yourself on his tongue.Â
And youâre rolling him over onto his back, as his dark gaze finds yours, as you kiss your way down his body, until you settle between his thighs, âMy turn to taste you,â you look up with half lidded eyes and curled lips â and his cock twitches even before you even lay a finger on him. Your fingers tug down at the elastic of his waistband of his shorts and pull them down with ease, eyes glazing over as you stared at his bulge, tip weeping against his boxers, a large wet patch that your fingers brushed against.Â
âI wasnât the only one who was eager, Choso,â your fingers graze his tip, teasing his slit through the damp fabric, drawing a hiss from his lips, âsuch a pretty noise,â you press your thighs together, âwonder what other noises I can pull from these lips,âÂ
âPretty, fuckââ he grunts as you tug his boxers down finally, his cock slapping against his stomach, as your eyes seemingly dilate at the sight of him.Â
âYouâre the pretty one, pretty boy,â his cock was lovely flushed red, pearly bead of pre-cum dripping from his slit â and god, heâs really sensitive, keening as your fingers wrap lightly around his tip, smearing his pre down his length, ânow, whoâs gonna be the one to wake Yuji? Gonna let your brother how good it feels have his best friend touch you?â And his cock twitches at the thought, and you donât miss it, as your fingers begin to slide down to his base, âoh, you want him to hear us? Want him to hear me suck you off too?â And your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip, his hips jerking, as the tip of your tongue traced his weeping slit.Â
A whine leaves his throat, as your mouth envelops him now, fingers touching what your mouth couldnât take, your tongue running along his veins.Â
God, youâre a fucking vision, he nearly blows his load in your mouth as his eyes flutter open to watch you â head bobbing and sucking at his cock, a mix of his precum and your spit dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. His fingers thread in your hair, as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth.Â
And heâs easing you off, your lips removed with a pop, a string of your saliva and his pre connecting you to his aching erection.Â
âSuch a good girl,â heâs pressing his thumb on your tongue, letting you swallow his precum, âfuck, baby, please, I need you,âÂ
And heâs got you under him again, your legs folded and pressed against your chest, long fingers pressing into his soft flesh, âChoso, fuck me, I needââ your words cut off as you moan as he drags his cock against your fluttering cunt, your thighs quiver and shake from anticipation, ânghâ ah, stop teasing me,âÂ
âYouâve been teasing me for so long, baby, can I have two minutes?â His tip sinks into you, far too fucking slow, âwanna make this last, been dreaming about this for too long, wanna make you feel goodââ now that heâs had a taste, he canât go a moment without it, your skin the sweetest thing he ever had â heâs no better than a desert wanderer gulping water down for the first time â because now he canât help but want you swallow you whole. Â
You whimper, and he canât hold back anymore at the sight of large tears pooling in your eyes, and heâs sinking into you, inch by inch â and god, your warmth is so much fucking better than he could have ever imagined. And he had, with guilt gnawing at him, as his fingers jerked his pulsing cock off, imagining that it was your pretty pussy he was cumming in, instead of his fist.Â
You swallow him whole instead, your needy cunt pulling him deeper and deeper, until he finally bottoms out. âPrincess cunt gonna make me cum before I even fuck you, baby,â heâs groaning, and your walls flutter around him, tugging him in even before he tries to pull out.Â
âSâbig, Choso â Iâm so full, baby,â youâre moaning, fingers trying to find purchase on something, anything, but even so your legs are parting more for him, as he slowly starts to fuck you.Â
The smacks of your skin meeting his echoes in his ears again and again, your hips rising to meet his thrusts, and heâs so fucking deep â you swear you can feel him in your stomach, tip surely brushing against your cervix.Â
His grunts only make you wetter, as he pistons his hips desperately, murmuring sweet words in your ear about how perfect you were, how good you were taking him, and how he couldnât wait to fill you up.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut as large tears slip down your cheeks, that he thumbs away, finding your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss as he splits you open, âCho, fuck, please Iâm sâclose,âÂ
âCum for me, baby, cum all over my cock,â and his fingers are reaching down, rubbing circles over your clit just as his cock finds that spot that has your back arching and pleasure running up your spine. And youâre gone, squirting all over him, unable to even be embarrassed as he fucks you through your orgasm, his low groan at the fucking mess youâve made of his sheets and his cock â ring of white forming around his base, as he fucks you through your orgasm, âgânna cum, whereââÂ
âInside,â and thatâs all it takes for him to fall over the edge with you, his cum painting your walls, spurting as his hips slowed as he fucked his release into you, slowly easing your wobbly legs down, groaning again as he pulls his softening dick from your messy cunt, watching your mixed releases spill from inside you.Â
Heâs rolling off of you, lying beside you, as he cuddles you, burying his face in the nape of your neck, pressing sweet kisses to your still burning skin, âAre you okay?â He murmurs, leaning back, as he runs his fingers through your hair. And his gaze is impossibly soft with concern only for you, âare you in any pain? Do you needââÂ
And you kiss him softly, still full of need, but just for his presence, for his touch, for him, all of him.Â
âAll I need is you right now, okay?â His cheeks grow even more flushed, eyes shying away, even after all the two of you had done. And as the afterglow ebbs away, your anxieties creep back in â was this just a one time thing? Did he really even like you? Or was this just a matter of circumstance? You were almost too afraid to ask but you were too afraid not to, âChosoââÂ
âWill you be my girlfriend?â He asks, cutting off your sentence, and heâs biting his lip, âsorry did I cut you off-â and you kiss him again, smiling against his lips, as you pull away, eyes shining, âis that a yes?âÂ
You laugh, âWhat do you think?â And you kiss him again. And again, and then a thought occurs to you, âyou donât think Yuji heard us right?âÂ
And Choso considers it, checking his phone, âNo, he would have been giving us shit about it by now,â and he smiles, âbut like you said before, I really donât want to talk about my brother right now,â and his lips find yours again, âwe can worry about telling him later.âÂ
You both have a very late start by the end of this. But the next time someone asked you if Yuji was your boyfriend, at least you could say something else:Â
Youâd smile, and shake your head, showing off your lock screen of you and Choso, âNo, my best friendâs brother is the one for me.âÂ
âYou owe me 5,000 yen,â Yuji says over the phone, grinning, âI told you they would hook up by the end of the break,âÂ
Kugisaki whines on the other end of the phone, âFuck, you rigged this, Itadori â I know you must have,âÂ
âItâs not my fault the roads were bad when he was going back to school,â although it was his fault that his brother couldnât sleep in his room and had no choice but to sleep in his room â but Kugisaki didnât need to know that, âat least you didnât have to hear them all morning,âÂ
She laughs, âOh please, itâs not like I haven't walked in on you and Fushiguro making out, what twice now?âÂ
Yujiâs cheeks flush, âShut up! And donât tell anyone about that. She wonât ever let me hear the end of it, and Choso â you know what he did to my ex girlfriend, he practically interrogated her,â he really didnât want to subject Megumi to that â not yet at least.Â
âYeah, yeah, then you better treat me to lunch when weâre back on campus,â and he opens his mouth to reply, âor I might just let it slip to your bestie that you actually donât have classes on Tuesday and thatâs the day youâre gonna spend at Fushiguroâs place,âÂ
ââŚNowhere too expensive, okay?âÂ
âYou donât get to make demands in this situation.âÂ
⧠a/n: my itafushi heart popped off sorry hahah. this was a fun concept and i hope you guys enjoyed it!! thank god this one wasn't as long as my last celebration fic :). i was able to finish it in like two days, rather than like a week lmao. i will be doing my original concept for the celebration fic -- it's just taking a different form :) and didn't quite fit these prompts / request like i wanted it to. also yes the title is from that victorious song lmao.
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arranged marriage! gojo heacanons
pairing: gojo x fem!reader
synopsis: just some headcanons about arranged marriage gojo! headcanons do follow a linear plot
content: MDNI (18+ONLY), nsfw & sfw content, arranged marriage, p->v, oral (fem!receiving), pregnancy, breeding, not proofread because i'm lazy!!!
a/n: i had a request to do a sort of expansion/sequel/prequel (?) on my business or pleasure fic, so... this is that. enjoy! and remember AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!! divider credit to: @cafekitsune
wc: 2k (that's so much headcanon lmao)
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who reluctantly agrees to an arranged marriage when the clan decides itâs time to secure the lineage and make a new heir.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose jaw nearly drops when he sees you for the first time as youâre walking down the aisle. No way youâre that hotâŚÂ
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs practically rocking on his feet waiting for the minister to give him permission to kiss you.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who drags said kiss on a little (a lot) longer than he needed to and spends the rest of the night wishing heâd dragged it on even longer.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs actually really pissed that there are so many damned guests at his wedding. All of them want to talk to him when all he really wants to do is talk to you!!!Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who only gets about three words into you the whole night and feels like pouting every time someone pulls him away from your arm.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally relaxes a bit when the partyâs over and he finally gets you alone.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has a hard time keeping his hands to himself on the drive home.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who canât help but stare at your lips as you answer his silly little questions about your favorite color and your favorite food.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has to restrain himself from literally pulling you out of the car and up to his penthouse.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who suddenly finds himself a little nervous when he finally has you to himself. Itâs his wedding night and he has to please his wife, right?Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who revels in tearing away your dress until he sees the lacy little white set you have on underneath.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who pins your wrists to the bed just so he can admire the way you look beneath him.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who nearly comes with no warning the first time he hears you moan his name. He decides itâs his sole purpose in life to make you moan like that as much as possible.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is somehow both gentle and rough, who peppers you with kisses but rocks into you so good he has you seeing stars.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he ascends when you come around his cock and then ascends again when he remembers he married you and gets to see it for the rest of his life.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes sure to cum inside you and give you every last drop. After all, you have to make a new little Gojo heir, right?
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who holds you tightly to his chest until you drift off to sleep with your head atop his heart.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes the next two hours to be able to fall asleep himself, too hyped up on all the endorphins heâs feeling.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose brow furrows and stomach drops when he wakes the next morning to you not in his arms.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who scours the house for you and finds you in the living room reading, already having been up for hours.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart fractures a little bit when you greet him soooooo formally and tell him that thereâs some breakfast in the fridge.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends far too long in the shower, letting the water run over him and trying to figure out where he went wrong.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who comes to the conclusion that he just needs to win you over a little more slowly, who smiles and thinks he knows exactly how to do it.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds you still reading on the couch and tells you to get ready to go outâ youâre going shopping.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes you to every designer shop he can think of and buys everything your eyes so much as graze over. Even if you tell him you donât want itâ he doesnât care. Youâre getting it.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart flutters in his chest when you smile at a pretty little necklace he buys you. Itâs not the most expensive thing heâs bought you by far, but it makes you the happiest nonetheless.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs confused as to why you keep thanking him so profusely on the way home. His money is your money now⌠do you not know that?Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes a stop at the bank on the way home and gets you a flashy black credit card with your name (and new last name hehe) printed at the bottom. He loves the way your eyes widen and your lips part when he tells you thereâs no limit.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who asks you what you want to do that night. Fly to Paris for dinner? Pack for a vacation to Bali? Maybe just a fancy meal at Tokyoâs most exclusive restaurant? Heâs shocked when you say youâd prefer takeout and a movie on the couch, but all too happy to oblige.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who orders half the menu at your favorite ramen restaurant that heâs never heard of.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes go wide when he takes the first bite and tells you itâs the best thing heâs ever eaten.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who stares at your lips when you laugh and ask him, âreally? The best?âÂ
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs suddenly tugging your skirt down your thighs and burying his face between your legs. He takes one long lick and moans, saying that the ramen is now only second-best.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he could fuck you for hours on his couch, but stops after just a few rounds. He doesnât want to tire his little baby out.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who savors the way you let him hold you after sex. Why couldnât he hold you like this all day? So what if youâd just metâ youâre his wife???Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buries his face in your neck to memorize the moment, dreading the second you pull away from him.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who almost protests when you wrap a blanket around your body and pad off, saying youâre going to take a shower.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who debates cornering you in the bathroom for another round, if only so he can hold you again, but thinks better of it and cleans up your forgotten ramen instead.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is completely exasperated when you never return to finish the movie. He finds you sitting in your shared bed, reading again.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart drops when you only look up long enough to give him a small smile instead of tumbling straight into his arms.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds himself once again in the shower contemplating his existence.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who decides heâll win you over one way or another, even if it takes longer than he originally intendedâŚÂ
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who climbs into bed next to you and slings an arm around your waist casually, like his heart isnât hammering in his chest when he buries his face in his pillow.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who doesnât truly fall asleep until you turn off your bedside lamp and lie down beside him. His heart does little skips when you donât wiggle out from under his arm.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who wakes first in the morning this time to find you curled so tightly into his chest heâs sure his pounding heart is going to wake you.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes turn into little hearts when you wake blushing after you realize how closely youâve curled into him.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who tells you itâs okay and pulls you back into him and smirks when you can't see his face.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends the next few weeks buying you every knick and knack, every snack and meal, and bending you every surface in the house.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes light up whenever he sees you wearing that little necklace he bought you on that very first shopping trip.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buys you another necklace⌠this one with his initials dangling from the chain.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes you ride him so he can see his letters swaying from your neck as you come on his cock.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends every waking moment with you on his mind, who gets in a sticky situation while fighting more than once because heâs waiting for you to text him back or remembering all the nasty things he did to you last night.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally takes a look at the pages of those books you like so much and realizes the pure filth his dirty little wife reads right beside him every night.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs not angry or put off, but rather excited. He uses it as a manual the next he has you under him and when he repeats a line verbatim from your book he laughs so loud at your shocked little blush that heâs sure youâre both getting a noise complaint in the morning.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes every effort to find out what you like (beyond reading smut) and buys you front row tickets to a concert for a band that you both happen to love.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds out your favorite movie series and takes three (unapproved) days off of work just to have a marathon with you.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is having his morning coffee (full of cream and sugar and caramel sauce, of course) when you make your way into the kitchen with your lip pulled between your teeth.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes blow wide when he sees a stick with two little pink lines and realizes heâs managed to knock you up on the first try.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who simply has to have you right then and there, bending you over the counter and groaning your name when he slides inside your cunt. Heâs gentler this time, though. Canât be too rough when his wife is pregnant, right?Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who goes overboard with his excitement and buys a new car the same day he finds out youâre pregnant. Itâs practically a tank with all its safety features. He says youâre only allowed in that specific vehicle for the foreseeable future. Get used to it.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs all over you now. Whatever restraint he had before is gone now that youâre carrying his baby. He touches you⌠everywhere. All the time. Itâs like it pains him to not have at least a smidgen of his skin on yours.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who keeps trying to win you over in the following weeks. He needs you. Not just your body, but your mind and your soul, too!
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who just lets it slip that he loves you when heâs balls deep in your cunt. Doesnât even get embarrassed or flustered about it, just keeps pounding into you and whining about how much he loves you over and over again while heâs filling you up.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who lets the floodgates open after that. He tells you he loves you at every opportunity. It gets to the point where those three little words donât even fluster you anymore, but you havenât said them back. Not yet.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who waits patiently. He knows heâs getting to you, little by little. Heâs sure heâll hear you say it back soon.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo whoâs blindsided despite having convinced himself heâd be able to play it cool. Heâs got you on the couch, wrapped up in his arms with his head on your tummy (he gets to hold you as much as he wants now hehe). Youâre braiding his hair when you tell him that you love him.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who flushes the deepest shade of pink youâve ever seen and pulls down his blindfold like he needs to see you say it again.
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who begs to hear it again and again and again until heâs smiling so wide it's literally blinding.Â
Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks his arranged marriage was definitely the best thing to ever happen to him <3
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Jujutsu Kaisen Men + Twitter Links (NSFW)
A/n i used to be @everrrlong but my account got terminated so im reposting!
Other Jujutsu Kaisen Men Here
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Toji Fushiguro Part 2 Part 3
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Sundered 9: RESOLVE
Pairing: Gojo x reader
⢠Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 âŚ+
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments
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a/n: sorry, it took so long. i had problems lol mb
You canât remember at what point everything started going right but youâre not complaining.
 âI donât think I can continue like this. I donât think we should continue like this.âÂ
âLike what?â You looked up at him, a look of worry filling your wide eyes. He stared down at you with an expression you canât read. You felt his hands trail beside you, before cupping your cheeks, kissing your lips softly. âToji, was I not-â And he was quick to quell you
âNo, Y/N. Itâs not on you, stop putting everything on yourself, baby.â He hates that the first thing you think when something fails is your fault. He hates that heâs making you feel like youâre the only one who needs to put in the work.Â
After your arguments, Tojiâs been thinking that his emphasis on how youâre being pointlessly jealous of a dead person is why you think youâre the only one who has to make big adjustments. Thatâs probably why you think you have to put in the most effort to make this work.
âThen, what is it? I thought we were doing well, Toji.â The worried look on your face mixed with frustration as you took a step back from him, rubbing your face with your hands. âWe are doing well, Y/N.â He was firm with his answer, and you know heâs telling the truth. But why? âWe work so well together. But this isnât the relationship we deserve.â He sighed.
âThat doesnât make sense, Toji.â You pursed your lips, emotions getting stronger. âIf we work so well together, then how can you say that this isnât what we deserve?â You sat on the bed, patiently waiting for an answer.
âWe deserve to be in a relationship where we donât have to remind ourselves how we should be constantly.â Toji mentally cursed himself for putting you in such a situation early in the morning but he doesnât think he could sleep another peaceful night with everything in his mind.Â
âRelationships are things that flow naturally, Y/N. You do not do things just because you have to, or just because somebody told you to do it. You shouldnât feel like you have to remind yourself what to do.â He breathed heavily, sounding as if heâd been practicing this in his head for a while now. âIs that how you feel with me?â You tried him, only to get the question back.
âIs that not how you feel with me?â Your silence answered his question. There was a pool of hot liquid in your eyes that you wouldnât allow to fall. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âThink of the strain that youâve been putting on yourself, Y/N. Tell me you had not once thought of letting it all go even just for a second.â
A sob erupted from your throat; one that you didnât see coming. Itâs a thought you always choose to ignore because you really want to try hard for him, for this thing to work. Now, you understand when they say that sometimes itâs more painful to hold on than to let go.
As if getting burnt by holding on to a rope too tightly, hoping that the other end would stop pulling away.
But right now, Tojiâs slowly being torn away from you. And you canât do anything about this unbearable pain that feels like it could tear you apart; limb for limb. You realize that even if he doesnât pull away, youâd still end up being hurt for this rope that you are holding on to is too far out of your reach.Â
âToji⌠I donât know, I thought I found something good with you. And now it just felt like Iâm losing all of it like Iâm losingââ Toji quickly shushed you, hugging you ever so tightly to him and it scared you. It almost felt like he was letting you memorize the comfort of his body against yours because this was the last time youâd be feeling it.
âYouâre not losing me, love.â He consoled you and though, you canât express it, the words brought you comfort. âI just donât think weâre meant to be in this setup but that doesnât mean youâre losing me.â And just like that, the pain was back again.
âDo I not deserve it?â You asked him, almost flinching at your words when you promised yourself youâd never ask anyone that. Toji sighed, taking both of your hands and bringing them to his lips. âNot this. You deserve more than this. You deserve to be genuinely happy without sacrificing anything, without feeling spent.â
You canât remember, or more like you chose not to carve into your memory how that day ended. The only image you can see in your head is how he cuddled you to sleep, woke you up to eat with him and the kids, and went home. You remember him saying that they could always visit. And you hated yourself for doubting him.
âMama, look it.â You heard your baby talking to you as she showed you the screen of your phone. It was Toji. It surprised you that you werenât crying, or hurting as much as you thought you would. Maybe itâs because of the reassurance that you received from him.Â
And itâs not something like hoping that youâd be back together again but itâs more of a security that you didnât just lose such a good man in your life; even as a friend. âYeah?â You answered, pulling your toddler closer to you just as she started to move near the edge of the bed. âJust wanna know how you're doing.âÂ
You chuckled, finding it funny that your now ex is calling you, indirectly checking if youâre still crying. Itâs normal for him to expect that kind of thing but the difference between this and other breakups is that you actually ended on good terms and with valid reasons, seeking only the best for each other.
âI am a bit ok, surprisingly.â You answered, you heard a sigh from the other end of the line and a tiny laugh from Megumi, probably watching something on his iPad. You looked at your daughter, thinking if sheâll start looking for her little friend tomorrow and how youâre going to handle that.Â
âIâm sorry.â You rubbed your eyes, humming at his words. âThis is for the best, I guess.â You spoke, remembering how you used to tell that to yourself when you found out that Satoru got himself a new girlfriend; throwing all his promises out the window and choosing to move forward away from you.Â
âYou know Yui can still come over for play dates, right?â He spoke as if reading your mind. Toji knows of your concern about this matter as you expressed it earlier to him. Yui has spent a lot of time with Megumi and you know how she is with him because heâs her real first close friend.
âI wonât mind if sheâll be dropped off by Satoruf, he could even accompany her with you guys. I wonât mind, really. I know Megumi will ask for Yui.â He laughed lightly, patiently waiting for your answer, only to receive a hum.
âY/N, youâre free to make decisions nowââ You know that heâs talking about your reconciliation with Satoru but to be very honest, thatâs not in your mind right now. You might be yearning for that whole family, and you can see Satoruâs progress but that doesnât mean you can just bounce back like that.Â
âI donât know, thatâs not how I really feel, I think I should focus on building myself as an independent person for now.â You pursed your lips and you could just imagine him nodding his head to your words. âItâll happen if itâs meant to happen.â You know that Yui needs her father, and you know that if she could talk to you right now, sheâd probably wish for the two of you to be together with her.
But you want to know if this thing youâre feeling for Satoru is real or if itâs only because you longed to give your daughter that fulfillment. Itâs not a bad thing to want that for her but you donât know if you can handle another heartbreak for rushing things. âIâll just let things be for now.â You added, sighing deeply. Â
The conversation with Toji went on for a couple of minutes before you said your goodbyes. You know it wonât be like this every night and that makes your chest squeeze but itâd only feel like forcing things if you asked him for that. Youâll move forward. Like you always do. Your child is growing and maybe itâs about time she learns something valuable from you.
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âDa!â The little girl squealed as her father entered your apartment. She got up and ran to him, almost tripping on one of her toys. âCareful. Iâm not going away.â He picked her up, kissing her cheek. You closed the door behind you, rushing to kick away the things on the floor. Itâs still a bit messy because youâre trying to get her ready for the day before you head to work.
âYouâre early.â You spoke to him, watching them sit on the couch. âIâmâŚuh, cooking something. Have you had breakfast?â You bite your top lip as you turn away from them. âI had coffee.â Yui was trying to put a clip on his hair, laughing when she thought she got it done. âCome, eat with us, then.â You picked your daughter up, heading to the kitchen.
âMama! âGumi?â You put her in her chair, sighing lightly at the mention of her playmate. It has been almost three weeks and you still havenât told Satoru about what happened with Toji and you. Heâs not asking either, but you can tell heâs curious, eyeing you as he enters the small kitchen.
âHeâs at daycare. Maybe next week, when Mamaâs not busy, alright?â You spoke, placing the food in front of her, and pressing on the plate to make sure that it was stuck on the surface. âHavenât seen them around.â Satoru cleared his throat, playing it cool as he didnât want to seem like he was intruding into your âlove life.â
âThey, uh, they wonât be around so much anymore.â You put the plates on the table, tucking a hair behind your ear as you turned. Satoru pursed his lips, not wanting to pry any longer but the next sentence made his eyebrows raise. âWe kindaâŚToji and I broke up. So, if not for the kids, we wonât-âÂ
âSince when?â If it was before Satoru would probably be thinking about how this is a chance for him but right now, as he sat on that kitchen table, all he could feel was worry. He thinks that you really love Toji and he became your rock during the times when your baby daddyâs acting up.
âAlmost three weeks ago. Itâs, uh, nothing too heavy. The relationship just became too much.â Satoru doesnât know if itâs right for him to say âsorry.â Heâs scared that it might break you and he doesnât want to see you cry again.Â
He made you cry many times and he hated himself for it. He canât help but feel like any anger he might harbor towards Toji would be⌠invalid. âI didn't think dating when you both already have kids would be so different than when you donât.â You chuckled half-heartedly.Â
âWe just donât think it could stand in the long run, soâŚâ You shrugged, finally sitting down after you placed the glass pitcher on the table. You peeked at Satoru, attempting to read the expression on his face.Â
âLook, I know Yuiâs always been our priority but if you need a bit of time for yourself, you know you can leave Yui with me.â He cracked his knuckles, not sure of how to help you with this. âYou should take a break from work, if you think thatâs what you need, I will-â You placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.
Thereâs not much he can offer that wouldnât make it look like heâs trying to take advantage of the situation. Thatâs the last thing he wants you to think. He thought you were a bit gloomy during the past couple of weeks and assumed it was just a loverâs quarrel or something.
âThanks. But itâs alright. Weâre good, weâre justâŚnot dating anymore.â You let out a laugh, retracting your hand away as you reached for the towel to wipe your daughterâs food-stained cheek. âMegumi and Yui still play together, I mean theyâre besties now, right?â Yui giggled at the mention of her friend.
âThatâs nice, heâs her first friend.â Satoru smiled genuinely. Aside from Yuiâs occasional babbles, Satoru and you ate in silence. Eating together at your home is beginning to become a normal, regular thing now. And for some reason, it doesnât worry you anymore.Â
Getting Yui ready took a bit more time than it should have when she wanted her Dad to pick her clothes. Of course, none of you could say no. You quickly brought out your phone to take a photo of her and her father, holding hands as they stood before the clothes she took out of her drawer.
âItâs chilly. You canât wear that.â You commented on the shirt she brought out. With a pout on her lips, she continued to pull on her clothes. âWeâll pair it with something. Yeah?â Satoru consoled her, earning a smile from the little girl. âIâll make the two of you fold all of that.â You joked before turning to pick up a few scattered clothes.Â
You checked her bag one last time, counting all the things she needed in your mind. You can hear her laughing as Satoru struggles to put on her boots. She is the happiest when heâs in the house. You fear that sheâll soon start asking about why her father lives in a different house, unlike most kids.Â
âYou donât have to worry so much if she left something. Weâll probably be here tomorrow, you know how she is.â Satoru laughed, lifting the child. Itâs true that even during the days when sheâs supposed to be with her dad, she still asks him to see you. There was one time when they showed up at your work and everybody thought that youâre back together.
âIt could be something important.â You sighed, leaning in to give your daughter a kiss. âBe good.â She nodded her head, wiggling her brows in the process, knowing that it never fails to make you laugh. Satoru canât help but stare, statued by how close you are to each other; paralyzed by the fact that this couldâve been better if he never did what he did.
âDonât forget the face creams at night, please.â You reminded him, stepping away as you locked eyes. âOf course.â He took the bag, walking towards the door with you trailing closely behind them. âBuh-bye!â She waved at you from her car seat. You watched as Satoru made sure it was locked before closing the door behind him.
âSee you in a few days, Mama.â He spoke playfully, and you know that heâs just trying to say it for your daughter but it made your heart swell for some reason, a blush forcing its way to your cheek. This has been happening a lot with him, even when you were still with Toji. You tried to convince yourself that you were just âcaught off guard.â
Work kept you busy for the whole day. It wasnât long until you found yourself on your couch, smiling at the video Satoru sent you. Yui was holding an elephant bowl full of ice cream, focused on the movie playing on the screen. Their matching lilac pajamas made everything more adorable. After sending a reply, you put your phone down.
Days and weeks went by fast. Megumi and Yui played at the park together last week. You thought itâd be awkward but it was pretty much the same with Toji minus the intimacy. He was still chill to be with and he was still very caring towards you. And you admired him for all of it.
âI ran into them at the mall once. I think they went toy shopping.â He spoke, looking over at the kids as they struggled to understand how to make the seesaw work on their own. âOh yeah, he mentioned that one time.â You replied, before giving a warning to your daughter whoâs now so ready to climb the metal board.
Your mind went back to the image of Satoru coming in with boxes and bags, and a little kid trailing behind him, holding on to the hem of his jacket. He couldnât even carry her because of everything but she was overjoyed, showing off her new stuff.Â
âYou canât leave all that here. Her room isnât big, Satoru.â You sighed, picking your daughter up, âYou already have so many toys.â You reminded her but she wasnât listening at all. âItâs alright, Iâll bring them to my house,â Satoru spoke as he put them on the couch.Â
Sometimes you wonder if youâll ever save up enough to get a bigger space for you and Yui. Satoru once brought it up, offering help but you donât want that. Youâre not together, so to you, being able to provide and improve on your own for your daughter is a goal. You trust that thingsâll get better for you, even if youâre alone.
âYou two working it out?â Toji's voice brought you out of your memory. You looked at him for a couple of seconds, and he just stared back at you, like he just asked the most normal question an ex could ask. âN-no. Heâs not even trying, I mean he never even explicitly tried to show any hint. I doubt that any of us are thinking about that right now.â You rambled and he just nodded.
You didnât mean to blurt out something like that so casually. But in all honesty, that made you more comfortable and less tense about all of this. He doesnât make you feel awkward at all. He doesnât make you feel like youâre stuck in your past with him. Itâs almost as if heâs just been a friend, a very close one, all this time.
There was a moment of easy silence between the two of you. You can only hear the noises from the other kids and the two in front of you. But it wasnât long until it was broken by Toji. âHe loves you, you know?â You feel like even the sound of your breaths paused. âIâm not saying that you should force yourself to try again with him. I just want you to know that Satoru genuinely loves you.â
Thinking about it now, you realize that you and Toji never really talked like this about your relationship with Satoru before. Itâs always just the problems and the past that you always claimed to be only bitter memories now.Â
Toji leaned back on the chair, not caring if you were answering or not. Heâs good at sensing the atmosphere, and youâre not in a way bothered by the topic. You were surprised to hear it from him, of course, but you donât feel troubled at all.Â
âSatoru and I had a talk once, just the two of us. I was expecting less from him due to how he treated you before.â He crossed his arms on his chest, eyes wandering as he recalled, âBut he was so sure with his words, I was kind of taken aback.â He chuckled, and you wondered what his exact words were.
âNo offense, but I feel like that was the only time I really looked at him as a man; a grown man.â He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. âI know 'cause Iâve been there.â He nodded, sounding softer and you just know who heâs thinking about. âThe resolve; the determination in him even when he knows that itâs impossible.â
âHe has to work on a lot of things. Heâs got so much to reflect on.â You sighed, unsure of how to react, not because you rejected the information but because it got your heart drumming in your chest. âWe gotta grow as individuals. And if weâre meant to be together, itâsâŚitâll happen on its own.â You chuckled, swallowing dryly.Â
You donât know if that scares you or excites you for the future. But you know that itâs gonna be so much better than before.
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6 Months Later
âMama why? Mama why?â You heard Satoru laugh loudly at your daughter's words. Sheâs been repeating the same words over and over since you started getting her ready. Her hair was up extra nice today and sheâs staring at her gown hanging near the dresser.
âMama whats go on? Huh, Mama?â She asked again, sending Satoru into another fit of laughter. âBaby, Iâve been saying. Itâs Yui Day today. Your birthday.â You smiled at her kindly, securing the cute hair clips on her head. âI donât think sheâs fully taken any of this in.â Satoru sat on her bed, looking at the two of you.
Her grandfather volunteered to take care of the preparations at Satoruâs house. The helpers arrived early in the morning and Satoru left him there to pick the two of you up and to help get his little girl ready. Youâre still in your house clothes and youâre not even a step closer to being ready.Â
âGo take a shower, I got her.â Satoru arrived just as you were fixing Yuiâs hair. âOkay, the shoes are over there. Put the headband on after the dress so it wonât mess up her hair.â You reminded him as you stood up. âYes, Maâam.â The little girl jumped towards him pointing at her dress. You stepped out and got ready as quickly as you can.Â
You were supposed to wear the dress you bought the other week. It wasnât much and you were worried that it might not look that good, especially with the guests that will come over. You didnât want to look cheap but you wanted to save so you went for something that goes in the middle.Â
To your surprise, when Satoru brought Yuiâs gown and shoes, he got another set with him. You thought it was for some outfit change but he soon revealed, albeit shyly, that he thought the dress matched the theme of your daughterâs party so he got it for you. It was a designer dress and a pair of shoes.Â
âIâdâŚIâll pay for this, alright? I canât justââ He cut you off with a close-lipped smile and a gentle sight. âY/N, I know itâs hard to accept this but I already had lots of shortcomings with you and Yui. This doesnât mean anything, donât worry. Iâm not trying to, you know, I just want you to feel your best during our daughterâs birthday.â He spoke, nervousness still clear in his voice.
âB-but youâre free to decline it if you donât feel comfortable, sorry, I can take it back to theââ This time you cut him off with a laugh, âIâm sorry this is just so⌠expensive. I donât know how to feel if I just openly accept it from you.â You placed the box on the table behind you, sitting down in hopes of changing the atmosphere.Â
âOkay, thenâŚjust consider this as a gift since I, uh, failed to get you one on your last birthday.â He breathed out the last part as if it was a heavy feeling in his chest that he couldnât push past his lips. It isnât as heavy as it was to you though.
Your last birthday was painful to remember, probably the worst one you had ever since you were born even if you never had a big celebration your whole life aside from when you were with Satoru. Last year, your birthday was on the same day as Satoruâs co-parenting schedule.Â
That time you were hoping that he and Yui would celebrate it with you. But that morning, he came in with Naomi. With hickeys peeking from his jacket, messy hair, and swollen lips, they picked Yui up. You remember your daughter babbling about âMama dayâ in a much less understood baby talk that Naomi still caught.
âOh, is it your birthday? She said âmama dayâ, right?â Her bright eyes shined at you, dimples showing as she smiled but it didnât lessen the ache in your chest. âOh, sorry. Happy birthday.â Satoru spoke, proceeding to take his daughterâs belongings. âWe shouldâve picked Yui up in the afternoon so, they could spend time together.â She suggested, laughing awkwardly.
âWhat time did you book the Childrenâs Museum trip?â Satoru halted, his back turned to you. You were about to interrupt, afraid that you were starting to look too pitiful for the lovebirds in front of you and your child. âIt starts at 10:00.â She spoke, adjusting the toddler on her hip. âItâs 9:19.â Satoru read his watch, biting his lips with his eyebrows scrunched together.
âWe canât really leave her now, the Childrenâs Museum isnât open every day. You canâŚuhââ He tried to think, turning to you but you canât take it anymore. âN-no. Itâs alright. YouâYui have fun, baby, alright? Weâll go out when youâre back home.â You waved at the child and her smile soothed you. Almost.
âHappy birthday, Y/N, sorry.â Naomi smiled, avoiding your eyes and you hated it. You hated that she felt sorry for you. You hated that they felt sorry for you. âEnjoy your day.â She added, turning around as she urged your daughter to wave again. âWeâll get going, sorry again. Happy birthday.â He spoke lowly, earning a fake smile and a nod from you.
You closed the door before you could even see him put his hand on her waist and guide them to his car. It was supposed to be. That should be the three of you. You wiped the stray tear that fell from your eyes with the back of your hand. That day, you stayed at home, slept until your mother came and brought food, and refused to tell her the story.Â
That night you stayed awake, wondering how many falls a heart can take before it turns to dust, never to be recovered again.
âDone?â Satoruâs voice brought you back to reality. Your eyes flickered to the reflection of the door in the mirror. You were about to respond when the door burst open, and your child trudged in, almost falling as she squealed. âMama! Pretty Mama!â She pulled at her skirt, turning. âWow, lovely. Youâre so beautiful, baby!â You cooed at her as she hugged your robe-covered waist.
âDada put this. Dada! This!â You can tell how excited she is by how she shows off everything; from her headband to her anklets and shoes. She even shows it to her father even if heâs the one who dressed her up. You chuckled in amusement, all the pain numbed as your eyes focused on the present.
You looked over at Satoru who tries to look everywhere but you. Your hairâs still wet from the shower, and youâre still in your robe, all bare underneath and you canât believe it took you this long to realize that. âYouâre so pretty, how about we take pictures downstairs? Or with your toys?â He tried to convince her, wanting to give you time to dress up.
âMama come!â She pulls at you, âMama has to wear her pretty dress too, so youâll be twins.â Satoru quickly picked her up, smiling at you as her daughter babbled excitedly, allowing him to distract her as he closed the door behind them. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror once more, drying your hair quietly.
Thinking back on what Toji said, you canât just believe them after everything Satoru has done.
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You can feel Satoruâs light touch as the three of you pose for the final picture of the day before the party ends. It has been such a long day. Yui happily walked around, clapping at the guests when they sang her a birthday song; quite the opposite of what you thought would happen. You and Satoru received a lot of statements and questions as you were greeting the visitors too.
âOh, youâre back together again, thatâs great!â His aunt said to which he quickly answered with a chuckle, âIâd love that, but no.â You smiled at the old lady, thankful for the understanding face rather than pushing.
âI knew youâd be back to Y/N!â His cousin winked at you, raising a fist bump which you couldnât really reject. Satoru nodded his head, glancing at you awkwardly at how loud the man was being âWhen did you guys get back together?â He elbowed him like he was so sure of the information.Â
âWeâre notâŚreally back together. WeâreâŚThis is co-parenting.â Satoru took Yui from you. âSay hi.â And thatâs how he changed that topic. He met Yui once when she was a baby and to say that he was mesmerized by how much she looked like Satoru now is an understatement. âHow did you manage to turn yourself into a little girl.â He and Satoru laughed and you excused yourself to greet some of your relatives who attended.Â
âI would be mad but, oh well, anything that makes that little doll happy.â Your grandma sighed, smiling as she hugged you. âWeâre not back together. Iâll bring her here in a bit.â You muttered, pulling at your dress. âThatâs a nice dress you have, it looks expensive, honey.â Your mother complimented.
âYeah, Satoru got itâŚf-for me. So, uh, we could match the theme. He organized this.â You smiled nervously, worried at how her eyebrows raised. âIâll be back, Mom.â You added with a little wave before going back to Satoru and Yui who were now looking at you in distress as she got taken by Satoruâs friend.
âDonât take him back.â was Shokoâs first words to you as you reached them, making the whole table and you laugh. âStop it.â Satoru grunted, âGive me my kid back if youâre going to be like that.â He rolled his eyes playfully before meeting yours. âHeâs still far from that.â You replied, making them laugh again. Satoru knows that you arenât joking at all.
Itâs funny how the people around you have different views regarding reconciliation with him. And you, you donât want to think of it. Or more like youâre scared to think of it.Â
Because you fear that deep in your heart, you still yearn for all of it.
âYui!â A voice called and when you turned around it was Megumi in his cut little outfit that almost matched Yuiâs dress. âOh gosh, youâre so cute âGumi!â You cooed, hugging the little boy. He would look down at his shirt and back at you as if to show it off. Your eyes wandered around for Toji and you found him speaking to your Mother. You smiled as he waved at you.
âI didnât see you guys come in.â You spoke as you got close to them. âSorry, weâre a bit late. He wanted to get another gift.â Toji laughed, nodding at Megumiâs direction who was now walking towards your table with Satoru and Yui. âThanks for coming.â Satoru encouraged, a little awkwardly.
âMegumi wouldnât miss his best friendâs birthday.â Toji reached over to fix his son's clothes. You stayed for a bit to talk with Toji and your mom, Satoru took the kids to the photo booth to play with the other kids at the party.Â
And now youâre walking the last few of the helpers out the door, thanking them for the smooth flow of the event. Yui already fell asleep on Satoruâs shoulder, just like her little friend. Toji went home with a sleepy Megumi who refused to get carried by his dad and insisted on walking despite the constant stumbling.
Thanking Satoruâs Dad before he heads home, he gives the two of you a piece of advice: âI hope you two are not thinking too much of what to do with what you have.â You both didnât know what to say. You donât even get it at first but when he spoke again, it all made sense.
âIt will happen if itâs meant to happen. Like before. When you were blessed with this angel.â He softly stroked Yuiâs cheek, chuckling when her nose twitched. âWell, thatâs all. Youâre both doing just great. Satoru, stop worrying about the things with your mom. Leave that to me.â With that, he bid goodbye and left.Â
You had to stop yourself from being too curious about what happened with Satoru and his mother. All that you know is that he broke up with Naomi and you thought that she probably tried to stop him, of course. Whatâs bugging you is the fact that his father had to comfort him about it. Would it be too much to ask?
âLetâs go inside.â He ushered, adjusting his daughter in his arms and patting her head as she wiggled a little before going back to sleep. âIâm glad we hired helpers. I donât think I can handle cleaning after all of that.â He laughed, carefully sitting on the couch. âI donât know how celebrities do meet and greets. I feel so drained.â You agreed sitting down on the loveseat.
âI canât believe sheâs three now. Itâs like she was still so tiny a few months ago.â His whispers were low; gentle. You could hear all the love in his voice and the tired yet contented look on his face as he gazed lovingly at his child. She could be getting a sibling now, but you fucked around. You caught yourself thinking, biting your lip at the realization of how silly youâre being.
After a short conversation, Satoru decided to put her in her bed. Youâre sure that sheâll be awake in an hour or two. You agreed to stay the night here since you considered that Yui might want to open her gifts by the end of the party. She already opened some earlier due to curiosity but got distracted multiple times and ended up forgetting about them.Â
âOh, shit.â You whispered, rummaging through the baby bag with her feet on your lap. You were trying to clean her a little but you ran out of wipes and you forgot to put the extra pack due to the rush this early morning. You carefully placed her feet down to get up and find Satoru. You saw him in his front yard, putting away some things that had been used earlier.
âDoes she have wet wipes here? The one in her bag ran out.â You asked him, stepping out of the house. âYeah, itâs in my bedside drawer, do you mind getting it?â He spoke, carrying a foldable table to the other end of the yard, âOkay.â You found his bedroom door ajar and let yourself in.
Did he specify which one? There are two bedside tables. You went to the closest one, opening the first drawer. You knew you were looking for the wipes and thatâs why you came here, you mentally noted that anything in here does not concern you and thus, must not be meddled with.Â
But right now youâre staring at the brown envelope with a hospital address and a name with the âMD, OB-GYNâ title plastered on it. You donât have to have a degree to understand that. You can feel your heart slowly picking up a pace as you think of all the possible meanings of it.
Was Naomi pregnant and they decided to abort it? Did Satoru make her do it? What if he made her do it because of the fact that he still wants to be with you? You canât really do anything if thatâs why but it makes you feelâŚaccountable. Is this why they broke up on bad terms that even his mother doesnât want to see him anymore?
The envelope was staring back at you and you canât help but feel like touching it; opening it. You can get your answer right now if you just read whatâs inside this quickly. You wonât have to think about all of this anymore. The voice in your head silenced the approaching footsteps and the sound of Satoruâs voice calling your name.
A shadow was cast upon you and the paper. You looked up to see Satoru staring at the envelope with slightly wide eyes. He quickly closed the cabinet, swallowing as he avoided your eyes. âSorry, I forgot to mention.â He moved away to get the wipes from the other drawer. âIt-itâs here.â He walked quickly, urging you to get moving. âLetâs go before she wakes upââ
âWhat was that, Satoru?â You donât care how this made you sound as you grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving the room. He wouldnât have reacted that way; he wouldnât have disregarded the matter if it wasnât something to be hidden. Why did he look so alarmed that you saw it? Like youâre not supposed to know about it.
âIt was an old test, I forgot to throw it away.â He rasped, staring at your lips; staring everywhere but your eyes. âI know how to read. The date it was delivered shouldnât be far from the day the test was done, right?â You half blinked, breathing in as you told yourself to calm down. You donât know how youâd feel if he told you thatâs none of your business.Â
âWas Naomi pregnant when you broke up with her?â Your voice was a bit more steady, âNo.â He sounded small and you could tell that whatever was going on inside his head wasnât easy to verbalize. âThen, whatâs there to hide about it?â You donât need him to tell you, you could tell that you werenât supposed to see that.
âI fear that I might be getting a little too overconfident about your feelings for me butââ You lowered your eyes, embarrassed at how that sounded and a bit thankful for being cut off. âShe was never pregnant. Sh-she triedâŚwhile I was intoxicated. I got her examined.â Satoru rambled, obviously triggered by your words.Â
âShe what?â You looked at him, brows furrowed and eyes wide, finding it hard to believe the assumption in your head. âI got drunk. SheâŚshe tried toâŚâ He walked towards that drawer, pulling out the envelope and the paper inside.Â
âY/N, read it. I couldn't⌠I didnât want to tell you. I didnât want to vent about this to you because thatâs all Iâve been doing, I just want to give you all the good now. Iâll try, Y/N, I promise.â At this point, you donât even know what heâs trying to explain to you but the welling tears in his eyes and the coldness of his fingers against your skin was enough to pull you to him.
The papers were dropped to the floor as you held him to you. His head was bowed down as he cried on your shoulder as if this was the first day he was allowed to cry about this; as if this was the first time he could hold on to someone while the fear, anger, and shame tore him to pieces.
He held onto you as he sobbed his heart out after holding it all in for so long.
He doesnât deserve this. No matter what he did or said, Satoru doesnât deserve this. After everything, you can see how much heâs trying. Despite not being promised anything, heâs giving his all. It wouldnât be easy to forget and it wonât be easy to trust. But the love you feel for this man comes too naturally to be contained.
âYou didnât deserve thatâŚâ You hushed him, hearing him blame himself was shattering. Does his mother know? Why did she disappear as well? What really happened? âSatoru, what happened with your Mom?â His breath hitches. The grown man in the room is now in the form of a child, looking for a hand to hold.
âShe knew about it.â His cheeks were wet and his eyes bloodshot as he looked up, running his fingers through his hair. You thought there was something wrong that day. But you didnât think it could be this bad. âIâm sorry, Y/N. I didnât want to ruin this day, this is our baby girlâs day, I shouldnât have-â
âSatoru, donât talk like that. Thatâs beyond your control.â His breaths were shaky. You doubt that even his closest friends knew about this. âMy dad and I placed a restraining order against them. I canât look at those people the same way anymore.â His eyes were closed as he took a deep breath.
âIâm sorry. I didnât think about what youâd feel or think if you accidentally found outâŚlike now. I shouldâve explained earlier.â He was referring to your assumptions earlier. âI know itâs hard. Iâm sorry, I jumped to conclusions.â You donât know how long the two of you were staring into each otherâs eyes but a voice took you out of the little world that you share.Â
âMamaâŚâ A cute, sleepy voice called out from outside of the bedroom. âIâll get her. Calm your mind, Satoru. Itâs over. Weâre here.â You have no idea how big of an impact those words had on Satoru. He almost wanted to cry again, to pull you close and cry to you again.Â
To see your back walking out of this bedroom door, but this time with the promise of being on the other side, waiting.Â
He sat there for a few more minutes, releasing all the heaviness in his chest before getting up to wash his face. Leaning on the doorframe of his daughterâs room, he saw you putting on her little sweaters as you sat barefoot on the floor. âGumi sing me.â The child spoke with enthusiasm. âHe did? What did he sing?â You encouraged, fixing her clothes.Â
âCan you sing me a song too?â He interrupted, walking in to sit down with you. It was all it took for Satoru to forget what happened earlier. Eating at home with the two of you always feels like an answered prayer. After that, you helped the child open her gifts until way past her sleeping hours.
Walking you to the guest room felt like the first time you lived together; awkward yet heartwarming. Of course, no boundaries were crossed. He wouldnât try. And you wonât allow it. At least he got to wish you a good night and sweet dreams again.
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Days, weeks, and months went by fast. Itâs already been 4 months since Yuiâs birthday and now youâre walking with her and Satoru at a grocery store. âYui, this is for the stuff we will buy, this is not a stroller.â You explained as she tried to get Satoru to put her in the pushcart.Â
He wasnât supposed to be with you here but itâs Yuiâs pick-up day and you decided that you need to get some stuff. Satoru asked if he and Yui could join you since he doesnât have anything planned except for an early movie night with his little girl. âYouâre not a little baby anymore.â She hit Satoruâs chest as he pouted teasingly at her.
âHey. We donât hit.â You talked to her sternly, making her put her head on her fatherâs chest, whispering an almost inaudible apology. âSatoru, do not let her hit you, sheâll get used to doing that.â You reminded him, knowing that he canât ever scold his baby girl.
âYes, Maâam.â He replied absentmindedly, bouncing the kid in his arms to get her to laugh. These days, youâve been getting comfortable with things like this. Youâve been getting comfortable with compliments like âOh you make cute babiesâ from old people who take a liking to your daughter.
Youâve been getting comfortable with Satoru pushing the cart for you as you look for what you need, reaching for the items on the top shelf, carrying your bags for you, and driving you home as you sit in the passenger seat.
Like right now.
âHer sleeping schedule got a lot better when she changed her vitamins, yeah?â You responded to Satoru with a hum as you chewed on your fries, handing a piece to your daughter as she kicked on her car seat. âHer doctor recommended that. Iâm glad it works, she used to get up so early.â The car stopped in front of your apartment.
âWould you like to stay? Iâll be cooking.â You wonât deny that this isnât the first time you asked, âIâd love to stay.â And this isnât the first time he agreed. You donât know why but you didnât budge from the passenger seat, knowing that Satoru was rushing to open the door for you. You went to your baby and took her inside, not worrying about your things and the groceries you bought.
You canât remember the last time it felt awkward with Satoru lying on your couch with your daughter. You also canât remember how he had a pair of spare house slippers for him here. Walking past the fridge, you saw a photo of Yui and Megumi from their recent pool party.Â
Satoru came to pick you and Yui up but you ended up staying for another hour. You canât remember when Toji and Satoru shed a noticeable amount of awkwardness around them. At one point, you even heard them talking about business like they didnât try to rip each otherâs heads off when they first met.Â
You canât remember at what point everything started going right but youâre not complaining.
âWhereâs her choccy-juice?â Satoru mimicked Yuiâs words, laughing. âI told her we were about to eat in a few minutes but she wonât listen.â Taking the chocolate milk from the fridge, he stood beside you to fulfill his daughterâs request. âSheâs not supposed to have a lot of that.â You sighed, âIâll just let her have a taste so sheâll stop.â His voice sounded so much softer now.
âDada!â She came running to the kitchen, holding onto Satoruâs leg as she tried to have a peek at what you were cooking. âWanna see? Hereâs your choccy.â He lifted her, letting her hold the sippy cup as they watched you cook. âHmmâŚâ Both you and Satoru canât help but laugh at her reaction.Â
You donât know if itâs because a lot of things happened but they all feel like distant memories; some of which you canât even clearly see in the back of your mind. Satoru felt like a new man and along with this, the pain of your past continuously fades away each time you see his face.Â
You donât want to name the feeling yet but, you know that all thatâs meant to happen will happen.Â
Like it did when you had Yui. Like it did when you got sundered. Like it did when you tried with different people. Like it does now, as you slowly, steadily fall back together.
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"creature of myth."
pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader
summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, itâs too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right?
content: MDNI (18+Â ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as âsinfulâ, very minor religious themes, fated âmatesâ, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO).
a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the âSAY IT, SAY ITâ. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter.
wc: 11.6k (sowwy)
You remember perfectly the way your motherâs jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. Youâd never seen the man, and you still hadnât. Heâd asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things heâd be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. Youâd thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. Youâd only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the manâs suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off.Â
Youâd asked for proof nonetheless, and youâd gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didnât surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyes⌠âhauntingâ said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return⌠changedâ if they returned at all.Â
You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wondering⌠why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but youâd never get it.Â
Your wedding wasnât even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table and⌠that was that. You were married.Â
Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them youâve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags.Â
You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you canât bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldnât even show his face for your wedding.Â
The carriage ride is somehow longer than youâd thought it would be- apparently, the castleâs size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think youâve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times.Â
The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. Itâs⌠terrifying.Â
When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance.Â
Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castleâs peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but itâs not from the cold.Â
You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your familyâs annual income.Â
The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you donât belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me?Â
Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than youâve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than youâve ever dreamed of.Â
âPull this if you need any sort of assistance, maâam.âÂ
You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume itâs one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servantsâ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- youâve never seen one in real life before.Â
You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. âThank you, um-â you pause, your brow furrowing. âIâm sorry, I donât think I asked your name.âÂ
Your footman appears stunned to silence, like heâd never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. âThomas, maâam.â
You smile and itâs genuine. âThank you, Thomas.âHe bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. âOh, um, Thomas-â He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you.Â
âYes, my lady?âÂ
You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign and⌠wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?
You clear your throat again. âDo you know, um, well-â You shift, trying to word your question properly. âDo you know when I might see the Lord?âÂ
There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. âNo, my lady.â
Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps.Â
Youâre stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight to⌠consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When heâs over you?Â
You sigh. Thereâs nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- itâs going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and donât fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. Youâre tired. You didnât sleep much last night, anxious for the morning⌠and itâs only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself itâs a bad idea and then youâre swept away into a world of warm darkness.Â
You wake with a start. Your first thought is that itâs dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like youâve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you donât remember it. Perhaps thatâs a blessing.Â
You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didnât walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. Theyâre worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, theyâre all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home.Â
You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect youâll be sore for many days to come.Â
You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. Youâve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your family⌠then youâd pay it gladly.Â
You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetually⌠black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when youâve finished it doesnât feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning.Â
You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that itâs still warm, you conclude that it canât be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags.Â
You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle.Â
You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterly⌠amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effort⌠Your hand brushes purple silk and-Â
âDo you like them?âÂ
You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skin⌠you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. Heâs your husband⌠and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing youâve ever seen.Â
He laughs, then, and itâs a warmer sound than youâd thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul.Â
âSorry. Didnât mean to scare you,â he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps thatâs a lie.Â
Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. Itâs shut. You didnât hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didnât hear footsteps, didnât hear breaths, didnât hear him.Â
He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit⌠strained?Â
âI have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.âÂ
Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. âYou must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.âÂ
Thereâs a beat, and then footstepsâ ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.Â
âSatoru, please,â he winks and you think you might stop breathing. âI am your husband after all.âÂ
You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like⌠that? Thereâs something too unreal about him, too perfect. Itâs almost⌠unsettling.Â
âOf course⌠Satoru.âÂ
He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet.Â
âSo, do you like them?â Your brows furrow- âThe dresses,â he clarifies.Â
âO-oh.â Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You donât think youâve ever touched something so⌠finely made. âI like them very much. I donât know how to thank you.âÂ
Thereâs a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. Heâs mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes foreverâŚÂ
âNo need to thank me. If they donât fit, weâll call for the seamstress in the morning.âÂ
You nod softly, still lost to the situation. Thereâs a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing but⌠look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?
âDid you⌠get dinner?â Itâs a stupid question, you know, but you donât think you can bear another second of that look heâs giving you. âI fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didnât prevent a proper mealâŚâ You trail off. Perhaps you shouldnât have pointed out your own shortcoming?Â
He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. âYou did no such thing. Iâm⌠perfectly satisfied.âÂ
You nod, glad that he doesnât seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. Youâve never had a husband before. Wasnât he supposed to just sort of⌠put you on the bed and⌠do it?
Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue.Â
âWell, Iâll see you in the morning then, hm?â His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. âWear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.â He chuckles like heâs just told some sort of amusing joke.
Your brows furrow. That was⌠not the topic youâd been expecting. âYouâre notâŚâ You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. âNot staying the night?âÂ
His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You donât think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesnât stop until youâre nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. Itâs cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks.Â
âNot tonight.âÂ
His head dips and for a moment you think heâs going to kiss you, but then heâs bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch.Â
His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then heâs gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence.Â
âGoodnight,â is all he says, and then heâs gone.Â
You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened.Â
~Â Â
You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, youâd only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and directâ you would have remembered sending your measurementsâ you didnât. So had he just⌠guessed?Â
That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense.Â
When you join Satoru for breakfast itâs in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit more⌠liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever heâs drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps heâs just not a breakfast person.Â
âIt fits!â he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all.Â
You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. âYes, perfectly.â
A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals itâs Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking.Â
âI hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?âÂ
You glance up, but Satoruâs eyes arenât on you, theyâre on your footman. His smile is bright, but itâs anything but friendly. You fight a shiver.Â
You glance at Thomas. Heâs perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. âY-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.â When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, â-and very respectful.âÂ
That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. âPerfect.âÂ
Thereâs a beat and then heâs standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. âWell, I have some work to do. Iâll see you for dinner?â Heâs grinning again, like itâs so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. âSee you then, princess.â And then heâs gone.
~
If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. Itâs like he fears coming too close. Heâs never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to plan⌠and no Satoru. You donât see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You donât see so much as a ripple in the curtains.Â
Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When itâs finally time to get dressed a ladyâs maid whose name you donât even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough sheâs back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that youâve yet to step foot in.Â
The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the placeâ filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think youâve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoruâs already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you.Â
You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. âHow was your day?â you ask as he takes his seat again.Â
He chuckles. âPerfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?â Your nose crinkles. Thatâs the second time heâs called you that. Something about it feels wrong. Youâre still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse.Â
âIt was⌠good.â
You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. âOh? Just good?â You donât miss the way his eyes flicker to the cornerâ to Thomas.Â
You hurry to elaborate. âWell, I justâ I canât help but feel as if thereâs not much⌠use for me.â Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume.Â
That brow arches impossibly higher. âUse?â His lips crack into that smile again, but itâs tight this time. Too tight. âYou have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.âÂ
A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell canât quell the sudden dread in your gut. âOf course! Of course he did.â Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. âIâll just⌠Iâll try riding tomorrow.â You hate riding, but itâs the first thing that comes to mind.Â
Satoruâs smile thaws into something less menacing. âIâm sure youâll enjoy that.âÂ
You nod eagerly. âIâm sure I will.âÂ
You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though itâs the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.
Itâs not until several bites later that you realize youâre the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. Heâs only⌠watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.Â
âYouâre not⌠eating?â
That permanent smile grows a little wider and you canât help but feel as if thereâs something⌠menacing about it. âAte before I came.âÂ
Your brows furrow. âOh. Were you on the road?âÂ
You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. âNo.âÂ
The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesnât eat a bite, doesnât even look enticed. You wonder how thatâs possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room.Â
By the time youâve cleared your plate youâve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. Itâs comforting to know a little more about your new home, but itâs not enough.Â
âIs there a library?â you ask. Youâre on dessert now. Itâs the best chocolate cake youâve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue.Â
âOf course.â Your husbandâs eyes flicker to Thomas again and youâre honestly starting to fear for the poor footmanâs life. Everytime you ask a question itâs like Satoru is angry it hasnât already been answered. âItâs yours to use as you please.âÂ
You smile lightly. âPerfect. Thank you.âÂ
He softens a bit at that. âIs there anything specific you wanted to read about?âÂ
You shrug. âThe estate, I suppose. I should know my homeâs history, no?â
His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. âOh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. Iâll leave them aside for you?âÂ
You swallow and give him a shallow nod. âThat would be perfect. Thank you.âÂ
He chuckles. âMy pleasure.âÂ
When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoruâs not far behind you, saying heâll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight?Â
He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, youâre thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, but⌠off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you?Â
You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. âWill you stay with me tonight?âÂ
His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse.Â
âNot tonight,â he whispersâ and then heâs gone.Â
~
You wake suddenly. Itâs the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon.Â
Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare.Â
As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, youâd rather not see it coming.
~
The library is huge. Itâs sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge.Â
The books Satoru left you are⌠perfect. Just what you were looking for. Theyâre all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. Youâre stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo familyâs influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of informationâ but thereâs one book that doesnât fit with the rest. Itâs relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads âCreatures of Myth and Where To Find Themâ. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the sideâ must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.
~
You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servantsâ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you canât figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he?Â
You decide itâs a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crownâs ego. The estimates of your husbandâs net worth made your head spin.
Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. Itâs⌠unsettling to say the least. Itâs always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you.Â
Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but youâve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. Youâve nothing better to do, right?Â
You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. âCreatures of Myth and Where to Find Themâ. You donât recognize the authorâs name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there.Â
Itâs fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying youâve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblinsâ all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. âVampires [Vampyr]â.Â
You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye.Â
âContrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.âÂ
You purse your lips. What a⌠terrifying thought. You skim a little further.Â
âA vampireâs key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampireâs body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teethâ.
A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages.Â
âVampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.âÂ
Your stomach drops. You donât want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph.Â
âVampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a humanâs predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampireâs strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.â
You skip ahead again.
âVampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.â
Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperateâ desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the âWhere to Find Themâ subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe?Â
âVampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.âÂ
No, no, no. This canât be happening to you. It canât be real. Youâre dreaming, youâre having one of those nightmares again. Youâre going to wake up any second.Â
âOne tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.âÂ
Youâre panting, hyperventilating. This isnât happening.Â
âSoldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his familyâs characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.âÂ
No, no, no.Â
â(See next page for only existing portrait)â
Your fingers tremble but you canât stop them. Thereâs no way. Itâs not possible.Â
You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but youâre not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru.Â
You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. Youâre suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows.Â
âHello,â he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense.Â
You force a breath into your lungs. âHello,â you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting.Â
Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. âAre you alright? You seem a little⌠flushed.â The concern on his face feels anything but genuine.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. âIs it time for dinner? Whereâs Thomas?âÂ
His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. âThomas has⌠left us.âÂ
No. This wasnât happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you.Â
âHe⌠what?â Thereâs an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoruâs face to fall further.Â
âItâs no matter. Heâs gone. Now itâs just you and me, hm?â He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. âIn fact, I was thinking Iâd cut down on the number of servants we have entirelyâŚâÂ
You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didnât have. âVampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly.â
You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?
âWhat have you been up to today, princess?â The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husbandâs eyes flicker behind you.Â
You wet your lips. âJust some reading.â You plead that he doesnât ask anything further. He does.Â
âAbout the estate?â he asks.Â
You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. âYes.â
His smile returns and this time itâs not forced. âYou got my books, then?âÂ
You try smiling back, but youâre fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. âYes.â
âAnything interesting?â he presses.
This isnât happening. This canât be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? âYes, of course. Lots.âÂ
He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think itâs the first time youâve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. âI think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.â
You donât even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until heâs shutting your door behind him. He doesnât stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and youâre falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.
âWho knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time⌠You must be simply spilling with information.âÂ
You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Youâre trapped.
His hands find your hips and youâre all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.
âSatoru-â your voice is pitiful, breathless, and youâre ashamed to say itâs not just from the fear in your gut. Heâs never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. âThomas-âÂ
âDonât speak his name.â His face pulls into the first scowl youâve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. Itâs wrong. âHeâs gone. Heâll never bother you again.â Heâs closer now, his breath skating over your skin. Itâs cool and now you know the reason why.Â
You shake and tremble and you knowâ Thomas is dead. Your husband killed himâ killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him.Â
He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. âThought I could put up with it, just so youâd have someone to take care of youâŚâ He groans. âI was so wrong, princess. Couldnât stand it. Couldnât stand the way you smelled more like him than meâŚâÂ
You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. âBut heâs gone. And now itâs just you and me, hm? Just you and meâŚâ He hums, like remembering that fact is all heâs ever needed.
Heâs kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. Heâs a killer, of thousands no doubt. Youâve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. Youâre not even the same species. Heâs something else, something your hands were never meant to touch.Â
Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut says⌠but you donât. You canât. Itâs too⌠good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what youâre sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse⌠itâs intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine?Â
âHave you figured it out yet, love?â Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. âI can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?âÂ
He knows you know. But heâs going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. âYouâreâŚâ Your breaths come faster. You canât. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too⌠real.Â
âYessss?â he prods. Heâs licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point.Â
âYouâre notâŚâ Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.Â
âGo on, princess.â You think heâs just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in.Â
You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. âNot human,â you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.
He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. âThatâs good,â he purrs. âBut I think you can be a little more specific, no?â His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw⌠âTell me.âÂ
Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You donât want to say it, donât want to speak it into existence, but you also donât dare to disobey him.Â
âYouâre aâŚâ You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.
âMhm?âÂ
You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. âVampire.âÂ
He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. âThatâs right, princess. So smart.âÂ
He smiles and you suddenly realize youâve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you itâs close-lipped and dimpled. But this⌠this is the smile of a predatorâ all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight.Â
âShhhhh,â he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. âI wonât hurt you, love.â You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. âNot unless you want me to.â He wiggles a brow like itâs just a little joke, like heâs not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago.Â
âSatoru,â you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre begging for. Release maybe? But, no, thatâs not right. You donât want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. âWhy did you pick me?âÂ
The question slips out. You hadnât even been thinking about it, hadnât even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.
His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso in⌠thoughtfulness. âDo you think about that a lot, princess?âÂ
You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be.Â
He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. âWellâŚâ he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. âAt first I wanted you for this.â His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. âYou smellâŚâ he chuckles. âLike heaven. Which is a place Iâll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?â He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. âWent into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.â Heâs still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. âWent crazy, princess. Didnât think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.â He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. âBut then I saw youââ he groans and something clenches deep at your center. âAnd I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.â Heâs rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. âWent to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldnât stay away. Knew I had to have you.â You feel him smile against your skin. âAfter a week I couldnât take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.â He groans again. âThen I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearinâ you talk to me, look at me.â Teeth graze your pulse. âNeeded you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookinâ at those dresses.â You whine when his hips roll into you again. âOh, but I knew I couldnât. Youâre so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, âfraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.â He panting, like heâs so pent up he can hardly sit still. âDo you trust me, princess?âÂ
Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You canât. âYes,â you breathe.Â
You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. âGood girl.âÂ
Youâre on your back. It happens so fast your eyes donât even have time to gasp. You donât see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. âSo good, princess. Letâs get you out of this dress, yeah?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru canât seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone.Â
âI always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,â he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin.Â
âSatoru,â you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt.Â
He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. âYou wanna see me too?â You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. âAlright.âÂ
His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like heâs been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has.Â
You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. Youâve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. Heâs art, you think- nothing less.Â
âTouch me, princess,â he says. You canât. You shouldnât. Heâs too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. âNeed a little help?â he asks, and thereâs a lilt in his voice that makes you sure heâs grinning.Â
His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every one⌠You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then heâs laughing again and heâs throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long.Â
âNot so fast,â he says, like he wasnât the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and youâll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell heâsÂ
thinking the same thing. âYou touch me, now I touch you, yeah?â Thereâs a tug and a tear and then so much⌠cold. Youâve never realized how cold this castle is, not until youâre exposed to its elements fully. Youâre naked.Â
Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. Itâs too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity-Â
âNo.â Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. âLet me see you,â he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips.Â
Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. Thereâs silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that youâreâÂ
âBeautiful,â he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. âBeautiful,â he says again, and then heâs on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. Youâre not sure itâs entirely from his temperature.Â
His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if heâs sucking your soul out through your lips. âTell me youâve never done this before,â he begs. âTell me Iâm the first to touch you.âÂ
You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what heâs already giving you. âY-Youâre the first,â you whisper.Â
His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. âYes,â he breathes, and you shiver again. âLie back, princess.â Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear youâre not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle.âÂ
You pray he means that. âJust relax, love. Here, hold my hand.â His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like heâs committing you to memory, itâs nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust.Â
His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb.Â
âTell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?â His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but itâs the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. Itâs shameful, itâs dirty, itâs- âDonât think Iâll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.âÂ
You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. âY-yes,â you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further.Â
He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. âOn the outside or the inside?âÂ
Your eyes widen. I-inside? Youâd never considered that⌠âJ-just the outside,â you answer.Â
Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. âWell, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?âÂ
Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he meansâ his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. âSomebodyâs sensitive,â he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. âTry to stay still. I promise itâll feel good.â
You nod hopelessly, but this time youâre prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasnât your own. But then itâs more. Itâs languid, slow circles around a spot that youâve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. Itâs heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. Itâs relaxation that youâve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch.Â
Thereâs a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. âGood girl. Feels nice, yeah?â You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. âItâs about to feel even nicer.âÂ
By the time you realize what heâs doing itâs far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but heâs got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. âStop that, princess.â Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. âRock into me like this.â His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. âGood girl,â he says and your heart rises right back up. âKeep doing that, now.â You donât dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. âThatâs it, love,â he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. âHere, put your hand in my hair.â He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. Theyâre even softer than youâd imagined. âGood girl,â he whispers and suddenly heâs taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. ââM gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.â Your chin wobbles. âIt might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?â You canât do anything but nod.Â
His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. âRelaaaaaax, love,â he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouthâÂ
You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusionâ but itâs already too late. Thereâs a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then heâsâ laughing?Â
Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoruâs hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated inâ blood, you realize. Your blood. And heâs a fucking vampire.Â
âOh princess,â he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. âYou really are perfect.âÂ
Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. Youâre sure youâve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like heâs ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is.Â
When he pulls his finger from his mouth itâs completely licked clean. You hold your breath. Heâs going to go for your neck now, right? Heâs had a taste and now heâll want more of it, all of it?
âFuck,â is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you donât even see him move.Â
Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesnât bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. Heâs lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like youâre a fucking gold mine. Heâs lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop.Â
Youâre not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You donât notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesnât fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake.Â
âYes. Yes. Give it to me.âÂ
âS-Satoruââ you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any youâve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and thenâ you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you donât hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision.Â
Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was before⌠well, there was no doubt any longer.Â
Thereâs a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and youâre suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, youâre not done.Â
Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if heâs holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isnât working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation.Â
âS-Satoruââ
âItâs alright, love.â His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. âJust stay still.âÂ
You whimper, but you donât think heâs paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp.Â
Youâve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldnât help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurtâŚ
He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. âGonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.â His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. âStay still, now.â
Itâs all the warning he gives you. You feel like youâre splittingâ straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts.Â
âSatoru, p-please! ItâsââÂ
Lips catch yoursâ hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. Itâs too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but itâs no use. By the time heâs fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that youâve only just begun.
âGood girl,â he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. âTook me so well.â You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because heâs quick to comfort. âJust hold my hand, princess.â His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. Youâre panting as he chuckles. âBreathe, love. Breathe. Soon youâll be begging for more,â he laughs. Itâs not long before heâs rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first itâs all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then itâs⌠more. Itâs heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. Itâs sensation and⌠pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin.Â
âFeel good, princess?â You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels goodâ it feels right. He chuckles, but thereâs nothing light about the sound. âWanna feel even better?â Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants.Â
He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. âJust a taste, love. I promise it wonâ hurt.â His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. âYouâll feel sâ good anâ Iâll only take a little.â He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. âPromise.â He sounds breathless, like heâs struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. âCome on, love. Say yes. Say yes fâ me.â Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. Heâs desperate now, seeking a release that you donât think is any kind youâre familiar with. âYes, yes, yes,â he chants in your ear. Youâre not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do.Â
âYes,â you whisper.Â
His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savageâ but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades to⌠ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. Youâd thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesnât. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You donât want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath.Â
Heâs moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments.Â
âSatoruâŚâ You hadnât noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why⌠ââM gonnaâŚâÂ
He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come.Â
Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. Itâs an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull.Â
His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Heâs moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens.Â
When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. Thereâs a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You canât help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like.Â
His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You donât think youâll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants.Â
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. âNo, princess.â He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. âI took more than I should haveâŚâ His expression doesnât tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. âBut what can I say? You just taste so good.â Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. âYou taste like mine.â
You whine. More, more, more. Itâs all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago.Â
He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave.Â
âNot yet, princess.â he coos. âBut soon.â His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until youâre trembling again. âForever,â he whispers.
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