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diorsbrando · 2 years

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YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT. ( b.k )

pairing ! ━━ husband!byakuya kuchiki x captain!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is black and thick coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. reader is also the new captain of the 3rd division of the gotei 13. just pure intimacy and fluff. undertones of nsfw. mentions of nudity. suggestive/explicit scenarios like bathing together. teasing if you squint . passionate kisses. hints of domesticity bc they’re married. sickeningly sweet fr i love it. byakuya is sarcastic. he’s also soft n caring and very much in love under that stern façade <3 husband material fr .

word count ! ━━ 3.8k

notes ! ━━ back again letting my bleach brain rot take over :) this was another random thing i decided to write about but don’t worry, i have more ideas for him and so many more from bleach and other fandoms :) i just had to get this out of my system . also, i come back to this edit of him a lot heheh. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

edit as of 9/26 ━━ turned this into a self-indulgent fic as a gift to myself bc why not :)) i think i got carried away near the end. byakusosa is one of my selfships LOL happy birthday to me <3

byakuya kuchiki is the captain of the sixth division of the 13 Court Guard squads, as well as the 28th head of the Kuchiki Clan, an influential and noble family. he was aloof, stern in his beliefs and values— about himself and others. he often came off as indifferent and borderline arrogant. his skills as a shinigami were not anything to be taken lightly or to be trifled with for his spiritual pressure was intense. his combat experience and strategic compentency, including his shikai and bankai made him very strong— and intimidating.

and then there was you. you had been appointed captain of the 3rd division not that long ago, but still a while after ichimaru’s betrayal, making you the third woman who currently held a captain’s position within the Gotei 13. truthfully, you didn’t really like leadership positions, especially ones as prestigious and impressive as this. in truth, you’d much rather be led. the drastic change in environment from a lower district in rukongai to lavish and spacious captain’s quarters and becoming a high ranking shinigami still felt strange, despite all the time that has passed. even a lieutenant, third, fourth or fifth seat position would have been more appealing to you than a full-fledged captain. but unfortunately, your strengths were recognized, you were vouched for, and not one for confrontation.

the two of you couldn’t be any more different.

you were always the introverted type. having anxiety around other powerful people ( despite having tremendous power of your own ) , being easily intimidated, and not great at speaking publicly. leading a squad was a task in itself and at times, you shamefully wished that izuru could handle everything for you. but that was just wishful thinking and unfair to your subordinates.

even being a captain yourself, it wasn’t a frequent occurrence to cross paths with another captain. it was an even rarer sight to cross paths with the captain of squad six. captain kuchiki was seldom seen out and about around the seiretei— unless it was for a captains meeting, training or leading his squad when there was a force threatening the soul society or dealing with manners that were thrust upon his shoulders as the head of a great noble clan. he never had the time, or frankly the regard, to mingle or lounge about with other captains or their lieutenants.

he was a very busy man. but, apparently not so busy to spare you a glance at every opportunity he got, or to greet you whenever you did see him.

he wasn’t too busy to stand and willingly converse in idle small talk with you, despite him having “better things to do than just stand around”.

he wasn’t all that busy to spare himself a little break from his paperwork and drop by your squad’s barracks within the seiretei. he’d flash-step into your office, effectively startling you and causing you drop the paintbrush and parchment in your hand, both of them rolling off your desk and onto the floor.

your other hand was clutched to your chest, in a feeble attempt to stop your racing heart. “shit—captain kuchiki! you startled me.”

standing up from your chair to retrieve your materials, you didn’t miss his subtle eye roll. “i offer my humblest apologies for disturbing you.” sarcasm dripped from his smooth, monotone voice; it became his favorite way of speaking when addressing you. when you looked back up at him, you saw that his face remained stern and expressionless, but there was a ghost of a grin wanting to tug at his lips.

he followed you on your way back to your desk. you could feel his unwavering stare burn a hole in the back of your head and suddenly your captain’s robes felt sweltering.

you cleared your throat awkwardly as you got yourself situated back in your chair, his strong, intimidating figure looming over you. “what can i do for you, captain kuchiki?” there was a certain emphasis you inadvertently placed on the word captain, that made the raven-haired man’s eyebrow twitch.

“i thought i told you, when we’re alone, you may call me byakuya… my love.”

byakuya kuchiki was capable of being rather tactical in his flattery, knowing exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. he didn’t bother trying to hold back the small smirk the moment he noticed you shifting in your seat. he found you even more adorable when you were flustered and physically unable to handle any affection he threw at you— especially when it came unprompted like just a moment ago.

“i-i’m just …. trying to remain professional. you are aware we aren’t at home you know.”

he hummed in reply before placing a medium sized object on your desk. he leaned closer to your ear and purposefully lowered his voice as he spoke, “the servants prepared a special meal today, but it seems you’ve neglected to take it with you.” his countenance never wavered still, but there was an undertone in his voice that suggested something else. something that made your stomach churn and butterflies erupt from their dormant cocoons.

you stared at the bento box blankly, trying to think of how to respond. another one of captain kuchiki’s skills included causing the words in your throat and within the walls of your mind to wither away and die. byakuya secretly reveled in the way you visibly shuddered when he further closed the distance, letting his soft lips brush against your cheek. it was having a greater effect on you because he was usually never this….coquettish outside of kuchiki manor. or even the master bedroom the two of you shared.

“so, you... came all the way here to bring it to me? byak— captain kuchiki, this is v...very unlike you.” you corrected yourself as you gripped the writing utensil in your grasp tighter. a gentle, baritone chuckle erupted from his throat, vibrating the very skin cells on your epidermis. it was a uncommon sound, and your ears—as well as your warm cunt— cherished every moment of it.

“is that a problem? i didn’t realize there would be such issues when i’m just trying to take care of my wife and making sure she’s…well fed.” the words ‘my wife’ sounded so good coming from his mouth, even several years after you’ve tied the knot. like the sweetest honey and vanilla dripping from a mouth-watering pastry, the endearing but inherently possessive nature of those two words lit your stomach aflame.

with an unexpected but delicate dip of his right hand onto your lower back, his pillowy mouth finally came together and laid the most tender kiss upon your cheek. byakuya made sure to let his lips linger a little in order to allow the tip of his tongue to fleetingly glide against your skin. his teasing, half-smile threatened to grow wider when his sharp gaze drank in the sight of your back slightly arching in his touch, and the sound of the tiniest whimper you just weren’t able to contain.

normally, it was you who had the greater affinity for byakuya’s affection during nearly all hours of the day, but this was certainly different— a good different, obviously. you couldn’t help but wonder if something happened that was impactful enough prompt him to do something as risky (or more like risqué) as this; you were well aware that he frowned upon any kind of public display of affection outside of the manor, and you made a note to quell your urges to get too close to him—at least until you got home. you strove to portray yourself solely as a colleague to the dark-haired man while fulfilling your duties as part of the gotei 13.

byakuya kuchiki, as a captain and the head of an influential noble family was unapproachable, almost seeming unreachable when he displayed his bouts of power and prominence. however, byakuya as a husband was someone completely different. you wouldn’t believe the brooding shinigami who rarely smiled and took his job entirely too seriously, was also the same man so desperate for your presence that he would leisurely come visit you, in the middle of the day while on duty.

and he was careful as well; the moment he sensed even the slightest modicum of someone else’s spiritual pressure, he’d reinstate the appropriate distance between the two of you, much to your protest when you nearly whined out his name. the urgent slam of the door to your office cut off your words.

your lieutenant izuru made a sudden appearance in the room, effectively startling you for the second time today. “captain, forgive my sudden intrusion but your—” the blonde’s nervous, lidded eyes then flickered over to the captain of the 6th division, who just stood silently a few feet away from your desk. his head was slightly lowered, and his muscled arms crossed over his chest.

“c-captain kuchiki! your being here is certainly an... unexpected surprise. to what do i owe the pleasure of you coming to visit squad three’s barracks?” izuru was as respectful as ever as his kneeling position shifted a little to show his respect to another superior officer.

“it is nothing for you to be concerned about, lieutenant. i was just about to take my leave.” he responded in his signature, stone-cold voice. before leaving, he nodded his head in your direction as a farewell. maybe it was the incomparable speed of his movements, or the way his figure blurred as he used the flash step to make an exit, but you could have sworn, you saw a small simper on his lips.

damn him, you cursed him in the back of your mind.

damn him, as you continued to reminisce on his little visit for the rest of the day. your skin still remembered the featherlike touch of his slender fingers, the ghostly trail of his lips and very presence imprinted on your mind, causing your subordinates to give you worried glances when you made a certain expression; they even asked you if you were in pain. was it that bad?

damn that byakuya, as he stood roughly across from you during a scheduled captain’s meeting. you could hardly focus on whatever head captain yamamoto was saying about finances, when all you could do was discreetly stare at the clan head passively listen to what was being discussed. you felt yourself grow increasingly frustrated at him for not paying you even the slightest bit of attention— not even a glance. but your feelings were misplaced and irrational. your own words from earlier rung out in your mind’s ear: “you are aware we aren’t at home, right?”

when the day finally came to a close, and all the captains were formally off-duty, you hardly even got out a ‘have a good evening!’ to the rest of your squad before taking your leave, leaping from roof to roof, in an effort to reach kuchiki manor quicker.

upon your arrival, some guards were already standing at the main, grand entrance to the estate, and welcomed you back with a rigid bow and a uniform greeting. “welcome back and good evening, lady kuchiki!”

replying to them with a nod of the head and an absent-minded hum, you didn’t hesitate to inquire on your husband’s whereabouts. “has byakuya returned yet?”

one of the guards spoke up as they returned to their upright posture. “yes, the master returned a little while ago. he should be in the bath by now, considering the time.”

with an affirmative nod of your head, you maneuvered your way throughout the expansive property until you reached the designated part of the mansion where the bathing rooms were. a servant was already present preparing the soap and shampoo that they would be using today.

there sat your lover, already bare in the tub that was designated as his. his hair was tied up in a messy updo style (a scarce sight for anyone unless it was in the bath), and his strong, muscled back facing you. after all this time, seeing him so...exposed will always awaken the butterflies in your stomach and the heat in your core. he wasn’t even looking at you, or saying anything, but byakuya was still able to make you so nervous you. he was effortlessly handsome, and had an imprint on your body and soul that would last for an eternity.

without turning around, byakuya noticed your unique but familiar spiritual pressure and greeted you in a deep, velvety voice. you swear you could pounce on him right then and there.

“welcome back, my love.” he slightly shifted his head to the side as he addressed you, the small, cheeky grin he’d been wanting to sport all day truly glimmering within the walls of his own home, and in the presence of his lovely wife.

that’s when you noticed that only one tub was ready and filled with warm water, and that was the one that byakuya was currently lounging in. the temperature of your face rose exponentially when you realized what it meant; you could practically see the smug undertones of his expression.

then, your skin was overcome with a sudden sensation, causing your figure to shudder with poorly concealed delight. you had been wanting to get close to him in a more intimate setting all day; you’ve been dying to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him, and it must have been obvious because one of the servants that were preparing the soap and petals— wait, petals? how come? — cleared their throat with a silent question, asking for permission to disrobe you for the bath.

eagerly obliging, you let them take off your captain’s jacket and shinigami robes before departing to fold them neatly in your bedroom, leaving you in nothing but panties crafted from the finest linen (byakuya spared no expense when it came to you) that was now becoming drenched in your arousal.

slipping the piece of fabric off and letting them fall to your ankles, with the help of byakuya’s outstretched hands, you let him guide you into the spacious tub, and sink slowly into the lukewarm, slightly translucent water. pink petals from one of the many cherry blossom trees on the estate’s expansive property waded around your body.

you were slightly confused on what the special occasion was, since the two of you didn’t normally bathe in together in the same tub, but you definitely weren’t complaining. the soft, content hum that escaped your lips was music to your husband’s ears. byakuya let the hand that was encasing yours drop to your back, gently tracing the indented line of your spine with his lithe fingers, while the other strong arm pulled you directly onto his lap; you both let out a quiet hiss when your extremities made contact with one another. his quickly hardening cock was now sitting directly under your wet folds.

“byakuya...” you keened, gliding your soapy hands up his lean, muscular chest until they circled around his neck. you shifted closer to him on his lap, causing his muscles to tense and his hips to twitch in an upwards motion, but he kept his composure, as always. “what’s all this for?”

the ebony haired man stared at you incredulously for a few moments before shaking his head. you would have thought he was annoyed with you if it weren’t for the endearing smile on his lips or his rough palms that were now affectionately resting on your waist and right cheek.

“are you so busy and scatterbrained that you’ve neglected your own birthday?” his voice was soft, so soft and tender, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever heard his voice get so delicate before.

your eyes widened in epiphany at the realization. today was your birthday, you’d been so busy with papers, and the new recruits, all these meetings—you had hardly left your office. byakuya bringing your lunch to you this afternoon made even more sense now. you were surprised that you’d even forgotten about it, because for the last few weeks, you’ve been excitedly chattering about it in his ear, not-so-subtly dropping hints as to what you wanted as a gift, having a good feeling that he’d get them for you, despite looking as if he didn’t care enough to listen. but when the day finally arrived, it had just…. came and went.

a low, hearty chuckle graced your ears as byakuya placed a soft peck on your nose. he was thoroughly amused at the look of confusion on your face. “silly woman…it’s as if your senses have escaped you the moment you awakened and are just now returning to you.”

you could hardly let out a giggle before byakuya— quite impatiently, as a matter of fact— closed the gap between both of your mouths and let your lips mold together, your bodies converging as one under the dim lanterns in the washroom. the kiss was slow, but the slow kinds of kisses were your favorite; it allowed you to really taste him, to get lost in his touch and his almost inaudible groans—it allowed you to drown in him.

the emotion that byakuya poured into your being through a mere but passionate gesture was almost too much. your senses were clouded with his scent and his presence, it was enough to make you weep as you tried to reciprocate at least a fraction of your own love in return.

it wasn’t obvious, but his sheer adoration, devotion and loyalty to you far outweighed yours.

he was first to break the kiss, regrettably so, for his lips that were coated with your saliva still brushed against yours. “happy birthday...my beautiful sakura flower.”

your already glassy eyes widened a fraction of an inch at the unique name, never hearing him say that to you before. your chest sparkled and crackled with a tingly feeling you couldn’t quite discern. your mind’s ear hyper-focused on the one meager phrase, so much so that didn’t feel the tears freely rolling down your face until byakuya used the pad of his thumb to softly wipe them away. why were you even crying? you weren’t sure, but all you knew was that your heart was soaring.

“hmm, not only are you hopelessly distracted, but it seems you are a bit of a crybaby too. annoyingly sensitive.” byakuya’s countenance was completely serious as he teased you with a fondness in his tone that only you knew. it was one that elicited a soft chuckle from your throat as you nuzzled into the open space on his neck, mumbling a barely audible shut up as you adjusted your weight.

the clan head underneath you let his head loll back a little as he let out a soft groan. “we should go back to the room now, where we may continue your birthday.... celebration in peace.”

when you didn’t stir at his suggestion, your husband put his lips directly on the cartilage of your ear, his breath tickling your ear canal and causing you to shiver in his firm grasp. “my love,” he coaxed you in a deeper, sultrier voice. there was a dominant edge in his tone, effectively pulling your attention back to him and made your empty cunt clench around nothing, “all the gifts you’ve been hinting at are there waiting for you. and, i have one last, personal present to give you...”

as an emphasis on the word ‘personal’, byakuya let his hands move downwards to hold your voluptuous ass, and experimentally rolled his hips against your dripping core, giving you both the amazing gift of friction that your bodies had been craving. before you could even stop it, a whimper-like moan bubbled up from your lungs, your need for him skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

he blessed you with another lazy, roll of his hips, his cock brushing against your folds and dragging against your clit, this time with a reassuring squeeze on the globes of your ass. “you do want it, don’t you?”

“y-yes....” you replied breathlessly. “want it...so bad. need you ‘kuya.” he let out a self-satisfied hum before scooping you up from under your thighs and standing up from the tub. you let out a yelp at the sudden cold air engulfing your body, stray petals sticking to both of your wet skin.

locking his slim waist in between your thighs, you felt yourself swooning at just how strong the captain of the 6th division actually was. stepping out of the tub, he made haste to your shared master bedroom with you in his arms, not caring that much if one of the servants saw you; he knew they wouldn’t dare speak a word anyway, unless they wanted to lose their jobs.

your husband also made haste to attack your neck in an unrelenting flurry of kisses the closer he got to your room. “tell me, darling, what is it you need? or rather who is it you need?” he murmured against your neck, each kiss growing more fervent than the last, causing you to whine at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin after each kiss. “hmm? use your words and let me hear you.” he demanded softly, expertly and swiftly opening the door enough to slip inside and closed it behind him.

“i..i need you, ‘kuya....you, only you.” you muttered in his ear, earning you another hum of approval. the quiet praise was more than enough to satisfy you.

finally detaching himself from your deep, walnut colored skin, he hovered over your form on the soft bed, your long, braided hair that was tied on top of your head coming undone. seeing you sprawled out beneath him like this, so patient and needy for him and him alone, spurred something primal in his gut. he was beyond grateful that fate had aligned itself in such a way and allowed you to end up here with him, forever his, he forever yours. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this way again, but of course you were full of surprises; he constantly found new things and reasons to fall in love with you. and on top of it all, it was your special day today. byakuya was overcome with the urge to give, and give, and give until you were so brimming with his love for you, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

he knew he wasn’t the best with words all the time, but he was certain his actions more than compensated for it, in everything he did, especially when it came to loving you. byakuya smiled to himself a little —a grin probably missed by you because it was so inconspicuous—when he pondered on what your reaction would be when you figured out that he took the liberty to clear both of your schedules for tomorrow, so you can spend the whole day in each other’s presence.

it wasn’t even his birthday, but the best gift that captain byakuya kuchiki could ask for, in this life or the next, was staring right back at him with hearts in her pupils.

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. written with shinigami!fem!reader in mind. reader is black coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. established relationships. nsfw content including explicit descriptions of smut. soft, passionate fluffy sex. size kink if you squint. kind of angsty but not really. a headcanon in drabble format. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

notes ! ━━ this idea was random and unplanned LOLZ. conceived it after talking to one of my close friends about bleach once again bc i can’t seem to shut up about that silly little animanga for the last serval months now. this isn’t beta read and i tried to proofread it the best i can but im sleepy so ill go back over it later 😭 enjoy :)

shunsui kyouraku would take such good care of you. like i’m convinced he would, and that’s partially because of his inherently authoritative demeanor of being a captain in the gotei 13 and nanao ise’s biological uncle.

he just. . . i think he finds true fulfillment and joy in taking care of you and providing you with everything you need, despite him being so lax and being incredibly lazy most of the time. because if it involves you, he wouldn’t hesitate to cut his nap times short or spend money so he can indulge in your every desire, whatever they might be, because he cares so deeply for you. he’s so big n’ strong and comforting, so easy to talk to, how could you not give in— how could you just not let go?

one of the most appealing qualities about shunsui though, is that i think he’d be a great listener. he’s the type to just watch you and your body language attentively and listen to you ramble or vent about whatever it is you’re going on about, even if you’re doing that thing where you talk to yourself under your breath. he won’t give you unwarranted advice, but he’ll listen for however long and validate how you feel. and anything you’ll say, he’ll remember it. behind that laziness, shunsui is detail-oriented in that way. when it comes to you, his memory is damn near photographic.

and when you have a number of consecutive bad days, and you come to his captain’s quarter’s, breaking down the moment he greets you with that signature languid smile of his, he’ll be there for you. he’ll be there for you the moment your legs look even the slightest bit unsteady, so he can wrap you in his embrace and hold you close. he’ll be there with the same soft smile — though it looked more like a wary upturn in his lips—and rub a warm palm up and down your back as he sat you down in between his legs, gently reassuring you that everything will turn out okay; he’ll never force you to tell you what’s wrong if you weren’t ready. shunsui will be there for you as you whimpered delicate nothings into his pink haori, most of what you were saying indistinguishable through your tears and snuggling your face into his partially clothed chest.

instead of trying to pry out whatever was bothering he says, “what can i do to help?” in that rich, husky drawl that always made your body feel warm and tingly, but most of all: loved. your wordless reply of further crawling into his lap and readjusting your position so you were straddling him was all the answer he needed. it was clear to him that you wanted him, wanted him to hold you and do what he does best: taking care of his sweet girl, his precious flower.

it didn’t take much to get you to spread out for him on his soft futon, feeling all vulnerable and seen, both literally and figuratively. shunsui would soon have your plush, gorgeous body in his calloused grasp, folded in half and pleasantly crushed under the weight of his own massive physique. you’ll be able to feel his tone deepen, his voice becoming drawn out and gruff, vibrating every nerve throughout your body, while he murmurs affirmations into the conch of your ear. he alternates between “whatever you’re feeling is valid, okay baby? you’re doing enough, you are enough”, to chaste pecks on your ear lobe, and back to “you’re so beautiful baby, so good for me by letting me take care of you, aren’t you? i love you so much—so, so much.” and with every word he utters into your soft flesh was paired with a sharp, earthshattering roll of his hips that reached so deep, you would have thought that his flushed tip touched the heart in your chest. his pelvis pressed against yours, the subtle brush against your clit sending you to heaven again and again. he held himself up with one arm, the other resting on the fat of your hips, holding and squeezing it as a way to keep you grounded, to keep you here with him. his length was heavy as it slipped in and out of your walls, but the weighty feeling of his cock, along with the weight of his words, made a new slew of tears brim from your eyelids and fall past your long lashes; there were tears of happiness.

“i-i love you. . .! love you shu. please. . . please i...” you didn’t have the chance, or the mental capabilities at the moment, to convey what you wanted to say; a tearful moan was pulled from the back of your throat, effectively cutting off your train of thought. “it’s alright, i got you. i got you, sweetheart.” he hushed you in a calm voice and proceeded to reposition himself to give you what you want. and doing this for you brought him more satisfaction than anything else he’s ever done in his life, even more than being a respected captain in a shinigami army.

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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cw ! ━━ modern au. black + thick coded reader, fem! reader. characters are aged up 18+ (imagine him how he looked in naruto: the last movie). mostly sfw content. suggestive scenarios. undertones of nsfw. fluffy softness. established relationship. naruto’s in love :)

word count ! ━━ 1.3k

notes ! ━━ i was binge watching shippuden last night and i just... yeah that’s where this idea came from. pure impulse. i definitely think he’s the soft kind of boyfie to do this <3 not entirely proofread, but i did my best so excuse any errors. reblogs are heavily appreciated!

NARUTO UZUMAKI IS THE KIND of boyfriend who would sneak through your window into your bedroom at 1 am because he missed you so much. . . even though the last time you saw him was mere hours ago when you and your friends went out to see a movie and drive around the city.

you put the plate of oatmeal raisin cookies and cup of apple juice down as you checked your phone that laid down on the disheveled comforter of your bed spread. it was 1:34 a.m., much too late to be snacking on anything, but you didn’t care. food always seemed to taste better in the dead of night when you’re about to settle in and watch something.

before getting comfortable in the bed, you made your way to your large vanity mirror and slipped off your bonnet so you can re-tie your scarf a little tighter on your head, before intricately wrapping your hair back into the protective, soft shield of your bonnet.

just as you turned around, the silhouette of a tall, male body appeared in your peripheral vision, thoroughly scaring you━ until you realized who it was. and then your body broke out into a cold sweat, the muscle in your chest beating incessantly for other reasons. not entirely because you were excited to see him.

“n-naruto? what the hell are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled from the other side of the glass. you muttered incoherents while unlocking the window, extending your hand so you can let him inside as quietly as possible. he wasn’t entirely listening to your harsh scolding. he was too busy staring at you... in an old t-shirt of his that he left here months ago, and his eyes naturally drifted down to hour bare, luscious legs. the blonde could feel his heart skip a beat when he noticed you weren’t wearing any bottoms underneath.

your annoyed groan pulled him out of the trance caused by you and your effortless beauty. “huh? what’d you say?”

“i said,” you started off in a stern tone, but it softened gradually the longer you stared at your blue-eyed boyfriend. you felt your body grown warm from the inside out the longer you pondered on the fact he came all the way here at this hour, just to see you. you’d always loved how much of a sweetheart he could be. still, your anxieties that someone, your mother perhaps, would hear the window open or all the extra movement coming from your room.

so you had to ask. “what are you doing here? i don’t want you to get in trouble because you snuck up here.” yes, you said you didn’t want him to get in trouble, and not yourself. it was true that your family did think he was a nice guy, but that trust and cordial behavior could quickly be ripped from under him had they found out that he came up to your room so late━ you parents were strict and annoyingly overbearing in that way.

all your worrisome thoughts immediately evaporated from your mind when you felt his rough but warm palms slip under your━ his━ shirt and pulled you against his own body. he didn’t waste any time to dip his neck down slightly and capture your lips in a saccharine kiss. it only lasted for a few seconds before naruto pulled back from your mouth, but only a little that his lips still brushed against your own while he talked. “...i missed my pretty girl. can’t i come see her?”

his voice slipped into a husky whisper that strip your legs of any strength it had embedded in their bones, and caused that familiar pool of arousal to build up in between your legs. you had a silky reply for him in mind, but as soon as your gaze met the deep, blue pools that were his eyes, the words suddenly got caught in your throat. the way he stared down at you, as if you were a constellation in the sky, all wide eyed and bright and shining. he marveled at your beauty, lost in the velvety nature of your voice, of the curve of your lips, the way your skin felt against his touch. you were naruto’s entire world, and he’d go to whatever lengths to see you, to see those pretty eyes and stunning smile; and he didn’t care what anyone had to say about him.

his longing stare overwhelmed you, it forced you to look back down at the nike logo of the black hoodie that clung loosely to his taut chest. “y-yeah...” that’s the only thing that you were capable of saying without embarrassing yourself. your cheeks already felt like they were on fire. and all he did was look at you like that, with those lidded eyes and that shadow of a smirk.

you couldn’t see the sly, cheeky grin that resulted from said smirk, nor did you see his pointed canines peek out from his smile. with no warning, the hands laying limply on your waist traveled southwards to the backs of your thighs, and with a soft grunt and a hum, he lifted you up with hardly any effort at all.

reflexively, your legs locked around his waist and your arms circled around his neck, holding onto his hoodie for dear life. you had to cover your mouth to muffle the yelp that was a millisecond away from leaping out from behind your lips. you stared anxiously at the ground, increasingly worried he would trip on something or stub his toe in your dimly lit room because he was too busy peppering chaste kisses on your neck and collarbone.

shockingly, he made it to your bed unscathed, and you felt him set you down on your message gently. you hesitantly unhooked your limbs from his body so he can take off his hooded sweatshirt, leaving him in only a white wifebeater, his muscled arms on display. flinging it somewhere on your desk chair, he climbed onto your bed and over the covers, snuggling in as if he were in his own bed in his own room.

“well, you surely got comfortable,” you commented cheekily as you got under the blankets as well. your 1am snack sat on your night stand, growing cold an abandoned.

“mmhm, sure did. c’mere real quick.” naruto didn’t even give you an opportunity to process what he said, let alone reply, as he pulled your body even closer to his own, until you sat on his pelvis. you were basically straddling him.

your perfectly arched eyebrow quirked upwards in intrigue, a teasing smile threatening to pull on your face. as if they belonged there, your hands lazily trailed up and down his thinly covered chest, and then wormed its way under the material of his undershirt to trace the grooves and creases of his surprisingly well defined abs. with the way he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, you could tell he enjoyed it.

staring up at you like this, not doing anything but blinking, breathing, existing in nothing but his tattered t-shirt and dark colored panties, he couldn’t find it in him to look away from you. “you’re beautiful. so fucking gorgeous. . . and all fucking mine.”

his voice almost came out in a growl, and it left your essence to further drip and coat the part of your underwear that constantly rubbed against your sex. now it was your turn to look away embarrassed, biting your lip. naruto didn’t always curse like that, only when he was too deep in his emotions, whether it was excitement, anger... or intense passion. that amorous look in his eyes was enough to make you short of breath.

a firm hand came down on your plump, somewhat naked ass as he sat upwards, leaning forward to give you another kiss that was much more fervent than before. you whined into your lip-locked embrace, a wordless sign the blonde knew meant that you wanted him to do it again━ that you wanted more.

it was times like this, way past 1 am with pale moon hanging behind the clouds, where the both of you wished time would freeze, that the world stopped spinning, just so he can be stuck in this moment with you forever. right now. you were all that he needed.

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𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗. ishida uryū

duke!ishida uryū x fem!reader

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ SUMMARY, you’re nothing but a maid in that house. nothing. you might as well have been a shadow, doomed to lurk behind the ones who were prettier than you, had more privilege, more influence; those who shined the brightest. everyday, you dreaded having to be bound to such people. your lordship, the duke of wadenreich ishida uryū was one of them, and he did not make it any easier on you with his inordinate demands and expectations. but yet, you can’t seem to still your heart or mind whenever he draws near. little did you know, your unremarkable routine of dusting the books and furniture of the library in the far left wing of the mansion would change your life forever.

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ INCLUDES, a cinderella-esque trope. slightly mean/ooc uryū for the plot. reader is a servant in the ishida household. reader is also thick + black-coded, but you don’t have to imagine it as such. royal au! bridgerton au! unrequited love. some angst. descriptions of fantasy elements and magical objects. hints of misogyny + sexism. formal/Victorian language used. eventual smut/explicit content. descriptions of violence. all characters aged up where appropriate. minors do not interact.

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ NOTES, i just want to take a moment to thank a good friend/mutual of mine @8kh for helping me develop my ideas and giving me inspiration to bring this story to life. there isn’t enough bleach works out there, and there’s even less content with uryu, so i’m so excited to present my contribution to you all. this story is also inspired by netflix’s drama bridgerton, more specifically season 1, so i hope you enjoy! more parts will be added. reblogs are welcomed and heavily appreciated. ( want to join my taglist for this series & my other works? click here! )

so this is love, this is love

my heart has wings, mmm, i can fly

i’ll touch every star in the sky

so this is the miracle

that i have been dreaming of

i look above, and hum once more

so this is love.

PART ONE.

PART TWO.

PART THREE.

PART FOUR.

PART FIVE.

© sailewhoremoon, 2022. the poem is directly derived from the song “so this is love” by ilene woods. all rights for that song only belong to walt disney studios. however the rest of this story is original content and should not be copied, reposted, shared or plagarized in any shape or form without permission.

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― SUGAR COATED, LIES UNFOLDING, YOU STILL LICK THE WRAPPER....

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 WARNINGS & 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎! ⤿ pairings: yandere! satoru gojo x black!fem!oc!

SUMMARY, the day that the strongest sorcerer satoru gojo laid his blindfolded eyes on iris kumiko, was the day he slowly started to rot into something darker, something much more frightening. despite this, he knew he just had to have a taste of her.

WORD COUNT, 3.7k

INCLUDES, explicit content, teasing, obsessive thoughts, mentions of cursed techniques and dangerous occupations, descriptions of previous character death

NOTES, not me re-falling in love with gojo again after writing this ... anyway manga coloring is not mine, it belongs to @mangacolourings , please check out and support their edits! the oc is kinda like toji but not really??? yeah i’ll explain later. pls excuse any errors, this isn’t beta-read. reblogs are heavily appreciated, not just likes!

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“HEY IRIS, CAN YOU do me a favor and check his pupils for any kind of movement? they could be dilating, contracting, any kind of response.” the brown haired doctor shoko ieiri asked her medical assistant, iris. despite only working under shoko for about a month, she had gotten quite comfortable in her daily routine, treating wounding sorcerers the best she could, and shoko seemed to put a lot of trust in her.

iris grabbed a small, handheld flashlight and walked over to where the ‘patient’ laid, unmoving, causing iris to frown at the boy’s unfortunate predicament. the boy in question, pink-haired yuuji itadori, lost in a battle dealing with the special grade curse ryomen sukuna, the alleged ‘king of curses’.

she continued to peer at the boy with sad eyes, feeling bad for him because he was just so young, too young getting involved in such dangerous affairs. it were moments like these that she felt grateful for leaving the precarious world of an assassin and certain aspects of the jujutsu world. after a while, the feeling of constantly looking over her shoulder, having to make difficult choices where one path could lead to life or death― all of it became too much. although there wasn’t any way to completely escape from this lifestyle, working with shoko was the better alternative in comparison.

iris hovered over the boy’s rather muscled body and used her gloved fingers to pry his right eye open. shining the ray of light directly in its line of vision, she waved it around a bit and watched closely for the subtlest of responses. they didn’t react at all. checking his other eye gathered her the same result.

with a heavy exhale she stepped back from the yuuji’s lifeless body. the boy was dead.

sure, she had seen many dead people, her own hands being the reason for some of their demise, but this... for some reason this was affecting her more than she expected.

“nothing,” she finally breathed out after a moment of silence, loud enough for shoko to hear. “he’s…he’s dead. i don’t even feel a pulse.”

shoko stared at her and then back at yuuji with a solemn expression painting her tired features.

slipping on a pair of sterile medical gloves, she walked towards iris, “i see…right. for now, we can continue to clean him up and patch his wounds un—“

the door to the examination room slammed open, cutting shoko’s sentence off short. two men came into view, one of them white haired and a teasing smile on his lips, the other looked stiff and nervously gripped a clipboard in their arms.

the man that looked like he was about to throw up was ichiji. iris vaguely remembered him from the first she visited the school grounds. he’d helped her get settled into her room and showed her around the general area. iris waved at him shyly and responded with a head nod and soft smile.

the tall, white haired man next to him— he had to be at least six feet in height— iris hadn’t seen before. a moment later is when it registered in her brain just who this man was. that blindfold was a tell-tale sign.

he was the strongest sorcerer there was, satoru gojo.

the small grin he had on his lips faltered slightly when he turned his head to look in the dead boy laying on the table, like an animal, ready to be dissected and examined. there was a visible crease in his brow, but all signs of any remotely negative emotion evaporated from his countenance within an instant.

iris saw through him though.

“hey shoko, what’s up?” he drawled out a greeting as he bent down slightly to her shorter stature.

iris caught her gaze lingering on gojo for longer than she intended. her eyes subconsciously scanned every noticeable change in his facial expressions in an attempt to try to read and decipher just what type of person he was. but she didn’t gain much information; half of his face was concealed and his voice never fluctuated whenever he responded to whatever her coworker told him.

and then he turned his head to look at her.

“hmmm? and who are you? were you always standing there?”

the young woman felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest as embarrassment crashed over her in waves, completely caught off guard with his sudden interest in her presence. her discomfort soon gave way to irritation, because how could someone like him of all people, not notice her standing just feet away? it had to be a joke. a cruel joke.

gojo’s crystal blue eyes twinkled in mischief from behind his blindfold at iris’ sudden abashed body language. of course he knew she was there; he noticed as soon as he stepped foot in the room by analyzing the amount of cursed energy that circulated through the atmosphere. her cursed energy residue was foreign to him, and so... subdued, there might as well have not been any at all.

the white-haired sorcerer also couldn’t help but think the annoyed furrow in her eyebrows was the cutest thing in the world. gojo had to bite his inner cheek to prevent a humming coo from tumbling past his lips.

thanks to his long legs, he took a singular step forward, until about a foot of space was the only thing separating their two bodies, the brown skinned woman instinctively flinched backwards. gojo found himself fighting the abrupt and unfamiliar urge to close the space even more. just to mess with her a little, was the rationale he decided to go with. bending slightly to her height, he briefly turned off his infinity and patted her smooth cheek in a condescending manner, as if he were addressing a toddler.

satoru didn’t want to admit to himself that he just wanted an excuse to touch her. his palm was burning with the urge to do so ever since he saw her. and her skin, like ice, cooled that burning desire.

“relax, i’m only kidding!! just a harmless little joke, alright? so just chill out,” letting out an airy chuckle. gojo didn’t move right away, he let his finger graze iris’s jaw for a second more, carefully watching her facial expressions. he found himself smirking when iris did nothing but stare at him intensely, as if she was stuck in some kind of stupor.

she was not expecting him to come up and touch her in such a….familiar manner. her face tingled with his surprisingly gentle touch, not remembering a time where she had been caressed like that.

gojo plopped down on one of the benches, mumbling something under his breath, but iris chose to ignore it. shoko and ichiji briefly exchanged puzzled gazes with one another, apparently wondering the same thing. only a moment of deafening quiet passed before gojo opened his mouth again. “you didn’t answer my question though. what’s your name?”

iris internally scoffed at his voice, already not being very fond of ‘the world’s strongest sorcerer’. her impression that he was immature and never took anything serious would stick in her mind for a long time.

despite this, she replied in a soft voice, “...it’s iris. iris kumiko. i just started here not too long ago and i work with shoko. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” iris bowed her head slightly as a form of greeting. she did the same to ichiji, who has since relaxed his tense posture a bit. “hi ichiji, it’s nice to see you again.”

the spectacled man nodded his head in return, a small smile pulling on his lips, “hello to you too, miss kumiko, and likewise.”

gojo hummed to himself at her introduction, and nodded his head absentmindedly. his covered eyes were on her figure, watching her retrieve papers from her desk to hand to shoko.

it genuinely puzzled gojo on why his gaze insisted on following her every movement, or why he turned off his infinity just to touch her. he found himself wanting to commit every brush of her plush skin, every facial expression, every curve and dip of her body to memory and engrave it in his brain forever. but why? it wasn’t like she was anything special.

right? right, she was weak. it was blatantly obvious. iris shouldn’t have any significance to satoru gojo. but...

a loud, exasperated sigh pulled the sorcerer out of his own head. shoko leaned on the table next to wear yuuji laid, curling her hair around her finger. “are you even listening to me, satoru?

gojo wolfish grin tugged at his lips, knowing damn well he barely heard a word his friend said, “’course i was! you were talking about what to do with the body.” throwing his arm on the back of the chair, his tall figure sat slouched in his seat, unintentionally spreading his legs wider while the other hand rested on his lap. iris didn’t miss the way his pink tongue ran over his bottom lip, making them even shinier than they were before. she quickly averted her eyes away from him and back to the papers sitting in front of her, squeezing her legs tightly under her desk in an attempt to retain her composure.

dammit, she cursed in her mind at nothing in particular, why’d he have to go and sit like that?

no one would know that gojo was eyeing iris once more from behind his mask. he watched how her glossy, dark-lined lips got sucked between her teeth in apprehension, how her manicured index finger drummed on her desk, how that little crease formed between her eyebrows again― he knew she was watching him and was finding her reaction to every minuscule thing he did very entertaining.

he sighed dramatically, as if this conversation about his now dead student was annoying him. “you can cut him up or something, i don’t know. i’m sure the higher ups are satisfied enough with him being dead.” all three adults were slightly taken aback by gojo’s blasé tone and response about what to do with yuuji’s corpse.

the hand that laid limply across his lap clenched into a tight fist, the veins against his pale skin becoming prominent. “fucking old geezers. they knew this would happen by sending him out on that mission. this is the reason why i decided to pursue a career in education: to try and reform this broken world of jujutsu sorcery by teaching the next generation of sorcerers how to be strong and insightful to combat its stupid ideals. to create a better world.”

iris was entranced at how gojo’s tone shifted from indifference to one full of conviction so effortlessly. not even knowing what was so bad about these ‘higher ups’, she found gojo’s reason for doing what he does admirable. he had morals, despite him being a provocative little shit.

suddenly, a gasp bounced off the walls of the morgue-like room, and yuuji itadori shot up from his horizontal position on the metal table, eyes wide and glossed over with confusion.

everyone stared at the pink-haired boy in awe. ichiji looked like he was about pass out; gojo’s expression seemed to brighten considerably, unable to contain a pearly toothed smile; shoko stood next to him, completely stunned with an unreadable expression on her face, and iris let the pen she was holding drop onto the ground.

gojo was the first to cut through the thick silence. “yuuji!” he exclaimed excitedly in a child-like voice. “look who’s back from the dead,” the sorcerer stood up from his seated position and strode over to the boy, dapping him up in a friendly handshake. iris could tell from that interaction alone just how much yuuji and his resurrection meant to him.

“how’re you feelin’?”

the pink haired boy practically beamed at him, “i feel great, actually! freezing cold, but great! it’s nice to be back.”

turning to shoko, yuuji bowed his head as a thank you for taking care of him until now and for the dark towel to wrap around his exposed body. then, his brown eyes met with that of iris’s, and she felt herself stiffen in her chair, once again startled by the unexpected attention.

like a curious puppy, yuuji tilted his head to the side, his expression glazed in confusion. “who’re you? have you always worked here?”

it was almost the exact same question that the white-haired sorcerer had asked her, except this time there wasn’t a teasing or knowing lilt in his voice that left any room to question his sincerity. unlike his sensei, he was genuinely confused.

“my name—

“this,” gojo took the liberty in answering for her, “is iris kumiko.” a feeling that iris couldn’t quite articulate shot up her spine and whizzed around in her frontal lobe when she heard her full name roll off his tongue. it sounded so smoothe or, dare she say, so natural. no, iris quickly clenched her eyes shut, that was just wishful thinking.

still, it managed to give her goosebumps under her sweater.

“she just started working here as shoko’s assistant,” gojo paused to look at her, grinning to show off his blinding white canines. in the short time she’s known him, iris now knew that him smirking in such a manner could never mean anything good. “isn’t that right, angel?”

and then, there was a pause.

honestly, it just....slipped out. he didn’t mean to call her that. at least, not at first. and not so soon. he had half a mind to deflect the tension in the air and play it off with a joke or something until he really scanned the look on her face. immediately, he decided against it; iris liked it.

iris felt her breath hitch in her throat at his sudden use of the pet name; it certainly caught her off guard. her? an angel? a heavenly and beautiful being? such words have never been used to describe her before, so she had a hard time processing his ‘compliment’, if she could even call it that. iris could feel her face grow uncomfortably hot and her heart was doing a marathon in her chest.

and so, her mind couldn’t help but indulge in the delusions of being referred to so affectionately. what if she didn’t bother correcting him? what would happen then? she found it so shameful that she didn’t want to refute his sweet words. she found it embarrassing to admit that she absorbed this kind of attention from him, certainly not the patronizing teasing from before.

but still, she couldn’t just let him say that.

“yes, i do work here with ms. shoko. and please, don’t call me that. it’s...unprofessional.” iris glared at the fists clenched on her lap. she thought for a moment before opening her mouth again, her voice getting even quieter than before, “i only just met you.”

by now, it was safe to assume that a smug or impish expression was a permanent feature on gojo’s face. “hmmmm. so you’re implying that when i do get to know you better i can call you that?”

any response she would have had quickly evaporated at his assumption, “we— n-no! that’s not.. y-you can’t just—”

yuuji, who was slipping on a large white t-shirt and black sweatpants, was next to shoko, watching the interaction before him unfold in wonder. leaning over, he whispered to the doctor, “are they like...flirting with each other? i didn’t know gojo-sensei had a girlfriend.”

of course, yuuji wasn’t being all that quiet, because iris whipped her head around in astonishment. if her skin were pale, she probably would have looked like a tomato. “NO, we’re not!!” iris denied vehemently. the level of her voice increased, and guilt immediately washed over her figure.

calm down. there wasn’t any real reason to raise her voice or let her emotions take control. honestly, it was hard for iris to believe that this man she just met was getting her all worked up over something so trivial.

gojo had since returned back to his seat, thoroughly enjoying iris’ calm and collected exterior begin to crack a little.

after clearing her throat and taking a deep breath, she spoke again, this time in her normal, gentle tone. “we’re not. clearly gojo just... likes to mess with people.” she glanced at him briefly before speaking again. “anyway, enough about him, how are you feeling right now? any abnormal pains?” iris promptly turned her attention away from gojo and onto his student instead, asking the necessary follow up questions about his physical health, considering the fact he just came back from the dead. she focused immensely on yuuji as a means to distract her thoughts from drifting off to the white haired sorcerer sitting mere feet away from her.

satoru gojo couldn’t lie to himself and say that iris dismissing him so easily, so simply, didn’t leave his heart twisting and panging uncomfortably in his chest. a small pout formed on his plump, pink lips. why was he so bothered by it?

once again, gojo found himself staring at iris’s figure. she quickly plagued his mind like an infection, with the way he just couldn’t push her out of his thoughts. as cliche as it sounded, there was just something about her...

slightly squinting his eyes, he scrutinized her cursed energy levels a second time, only finding minimal traces of it like before. but then, his eyebrow piqued in curiosity when he noticed a particular...oddity.

“ichiji, hand me that pocketknife in your waistcoat.” gojo calmly demanded his associate. the spectacled men whipped his head around to stare at gojo and his expecting hand incredulously. “w-what? but...but how did you even―” he cut himself off with a small groan, knowing that trying to make sense of gojo’s random request would get him nowhere.

with a sigh, he dug into the inner pockets of his waistcoat and dropped the object in gojo’s large palms. twirling the pocketknife in between his long fingers, he flicked the blade open and positioned it in his hand as if he were about to throw it at somebody. that somebody was iris’s back.

quickly catching on to what he was about to do, ichiji placed a firm hand on his broad shoulder, and hissed a quiet plea in his ear. “gojo....whatever it is you’re about to do, don’t do it. there’s no reason to attack miss―

“oh relax, i’m not ‘attacking’ her. i just want to...test something out.” gojo interrupted ichiji whilst shrugging his hand off of his shoulder. ichiji cursed in his mind. as much as he hated being confrontational in any way, especially against his superiors (and of course, because he could never catch a break, this time it just had to be gojo), it would haunt his conscience forever if he just stood by and let him behave recklessly. if his assumptions were correct, then gojo’s 'test of theory’ could very well kill iris.

the dark haired man took hold of gojo’s strong arm. “satoru, please, think about th―”

“ichiji,” gojo uttered in a low, deep voice, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. it was almost as if he were warning him not to say another word. ichiji froze, immediately releasing gojo’s arm from his grip and scooted in the opposite direction. there was something about the way gojo spoke his colleague’s name that made ichiji’s blood run cold. he had never heard gojo sound like this before in all his years of knowing him. it was definitely enough to shut him up.

with his dark mood disappearing as quickly as it came, gojo poured a generous amount of his own cursed energy into the blade, causing it to elongate and twist and bend, deforming its overall shape. flicking his wrist backwards only a little, he launched the now cursed object in iris’s general direction, with tremendous force and great speed.

in the middle of yuuji’s check up with shoko, iris could immediately sense the pocket knife’s presence as soon as it left gojo’s fingertips. it was an incredible amount of cursed energy, even in just one little piece of plastic and metal. it gave iris a taste of just how powerful gojo really was.

as instinctively as breathing, within half a second iris’s countenance went blank and she turned her body around, catching the small weapon in between her index and middle finger, only millimeters away from her face. stopping the blade so abruptly at such high speeds caused a gust of wind to flow through hers hair, as well as shoko & yuuji’s.

just as gojo expected, iris’s cursed energy levels skyrocketed, and was now even more menacing than before. it had become so intense that both yuuji and shoko leaned away from her uneasily. iris’s cursed energy was suffocating, nearly on par with a special grade sorcerer.

gojo’s eyebrows raised in epiphany. she was suppressing it, he had concluded. only the most skilled sorcerers, some cursed spirits or even unregistered special grades had the ability to mask their cursed energy presence. but, iris wasn’t a sorcerer...was she? if she was, he figured she would have said so when she introduced herself, so that couldn’t have been it.

one question led to two more, which only left gojo even more invested in the specimen that was iris kumiko.

if looks could kill, with the way iris scowled at him, gojo would have been a dead man.

“wow,” he commented breathlessly. if one didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken gojo’s expression for being lovestruck or having hearts in his eyes.

that mischievous grin had returned to his luscious, pink lips. everyone was shocked at what gojo just attempted to do, shoko looking more miffed than anyone. leaning forward on his knees, gojo asked in a suggestive tone, “tell me, iris, who are you really? because any normal person wouldn’t even have enough time to dodge, let alone catch it with their bare hands. you’re not exactly normal, aren’t’cha, angel?”

the current ambiance, as well as the way iris’s body slightly trembled, confirmed what gojo already knew as soon as he walked in here: he was going to have a lot of fun getting to know iris. he was going to enjoy breaking her in.

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