#vampire gojo

[gojorgeous]

"creature of myth."

pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, it’s too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right? content: MDNI (18+  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 “sinful”, very minor religious themes, fated “mates”, 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 “SAY IT, SAY IT”. 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 mother’s jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. You’d never seen the man, and you still hadn’t. He’d asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things he’d be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. You’d 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. You’d only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the man’s 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. 

You’d asked for proof nonetheless, and you’d 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 didn’t 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… “haunting” said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return… changed— if they returned at all. 

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 you’d never get it. 

Your wedding wasn’t 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. 

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 you’ve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags. 

You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you can’t bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldn’t even show his face for your wedding. 

The carriage ride is somehow longer than you’d thought it would be- apparently, the castle’s 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 you’ve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times. 

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. It’s… terrifying. 

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. 

Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castle’s 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 it’s not from the cold. 

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 family’s annual income. 

The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you don’t 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? 

Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than you’ve 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 you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Pull this if you need any sort of assistance, ma’am.” 

You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume it’s one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servants’ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- you’ve never seen one in real life before. 

You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. “Thank you, um-” you pause, your brow furrowing. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I asked your name.” 

Your footman appears stunned to silence, like he’d never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. “Thomas, ma’am.”

You smile and it’s genuine. “Thank you, Thomas.”He bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. “Oh, um, Thomas-” He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you. 

“Yes, my lady?” 

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. “Do you know, um, well-” You shift, trying to word your question properly. “Do you know when I might see the Lord?” 

There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. “No, my lady.”

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. 

You’re 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 he’s over you? 

You sigh. There’s 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- it’s going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and don’t fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. You’re tired. You didn’t sleep much last night, anxious for the morning… and it’s only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself it’s a bad idea and then you’re swept away into a world of warm darkness. 

You wake with a start. Your first thought is that it’s 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 you’ve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you don’t remember it. Perhaps that’s a blessing. 

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 didn’t 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. They’re worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, they’re all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home. 

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 you’ll be sore for many days to come. 

You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. You’ve 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 you’d pay it gladly. 

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 you’ve finished it doesn’t feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning. 

You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that it’s still warm, you conclude that it can’t 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. 

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. 

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- 

“Do you like them?” 

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. He’s your husband… and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

He laughs, then, and it’s a warmer sound than you’d thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps that’s a lie. 

Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. It’s shut. You didn’t hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didn’t hear footsteps, didn’t hear breaths, didn’t hear him. 

He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit… strained? 

“I have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.” 

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. “You must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.” 

There’s a beat, and then footsteps– 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. 

“Satoru, please,” he winks and you think you might stop breathing. “I am your husband after all.” 

You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like… that? There’s something too unreal about him, too perfect. It’s almost… unsettling. 

“Of course… Satoru.” 

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. 

“So, do you like them?” Your brows furrow- “The dresses,” he clarifies. 

“O-oh.” Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You don’t think you’ve ever touched something so… finely made. “I like them very much. I don’t know how to thank you.” 

There’s a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. He’s mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes forever… 

“No need to thank me. If they don’t fit, we’ll call for the seamstress in the morning.” 

You nod softly, still lost to the situation. There’s 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?

“Did you… get dinner?” It’s a stupid question, you know, but you don’t think you can bear another second of that look he’s giving you. “I fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didn’t prevent a proper meal…” You trail off. Perhaps you shouldn’t have pointed out your own shortcoming? 

He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. “You did no such thing. I’m… perfectly satisfied.” 

You nod, glad that he doesn’t seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. You’ve never had a husband before. Wasn’t 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. 

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning then, hm?” His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. “Wear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.” He chuckles like he’s just told some sort of amusing joke.

Your brows furrow. That was… not the topic you’d been expecting. “You’re not…” You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. “Not staying the night?” 

His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You don’t think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesn’t stop until you’re nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. It’s cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks. 

“Not tonight.” 

His head dips and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he’s 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. 

His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then he’s gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence. 

“Goodnight,” is all he says, and then he’s gone. 

You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened. 

~  

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, you’d 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 direct– you would have remembered sending your measurements– you didn’t. So had he just… guessed? 

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. 

When you join Satoru for breakfast it’s 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 he’s drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps he’s just not a breakfast person. 

“It fits!” he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all. 

You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. “Yes, perfectly.”

A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals it’s 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. 

“I hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?” 

You glance up, but Satoru’s eyes aren’t on you, they’re on your footman. His smile is bright, but it’s anything but friendly. You fight a shiver. 

You glance at Thomas. He’s perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. “Y-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.” When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, “-and very respectful.” 

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. “Perfect.” 

There’s a beat and then he’s standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. “Well, I have some work to do. I’ll see you for dinner?” He’s grinning again, like it’s 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. “See you then, princess.” And then he’s 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. It’s like he fears coming too close. He’s 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 don’t 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 don’t see so much as a ripple in the curtains. 

Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When it’s finally time to get dressed a lady’s maid whose name you don’t even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough she’s 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 you’ve yet to step foot in. 

The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the place– filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think you’ve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoru’s already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you. 

You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. “How was your day?” you ask as he takes his seat again. 

He chuckles. “Perfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?” Your nose crinkles. That’s the second time he’s called you that. Something about it feels wrong. You’re still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse. 

“It was… good.”

You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. “Oh? Just good?” You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to the corner– to Thomas. 

You hurry to elaborate. “Well, I just– I can’t help but feel as if there’s not much… use for me.” Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume. 

That brow arches impossibly higher. “Use?” His lips crack into that smile again, but it’s tight this time. Too tight. “You have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.” 

A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell can’t quell the sudden dread in your gut. “Of course! Of course he did.” Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. “I’ll just… I’ll try riding tomorrow.” You hate riding, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind. 

Satoru’s smile thaws into something less menacing. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that.” 

You nod eagerly. “I’m sure I will.” 

You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though it’s 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.

It’s not until several bites later that you realize you’re the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. He’s only… watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin. 

“You’re not… eating?”

That permanent smile grows a little wider and you can’t help but feel as if there’s something… menacing about it. “Ate before I came.” 

Your brows furrow. “Oh. Were you on the road?” 

You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. “No.” 

The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesn’t eat a bite, doesn’t even look enticed. You wonder how that’s possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room. 

By the time you’ve cleared your plate you’ve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. It’s comforting to know a little more about your new home, but it’s not enough. 

“Is there a library?” you ask. You’re on dessert now. It’s the best chocolate cake you’ve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue. 

“Of course.” Your husband’s eyes flicker to Thomas again and you’re honestly starting to fear for the poor footman’s life. Everytime you ask a question it’s like Satoru is angry it hasn’t already been answered. “It’s yours to use as you please.” 

You smile lightly. “Perfect. Thank you.” 

He softens a bit at that. “Is there anything specific you wanted to read about?” 

You shrug. “The estate, I suppose. I should know my home’s history, no?”

His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. “Oh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. I’ll leave them aside for you?” 

You swallow and give him a shallow nod. “That would be perfect. Thank you.” 

He chuckles. “My pleasure.” 

When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoru’s not far behind you, saying he’ll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight? 

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, you’re 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? 

You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. “Will you stay with me tonight?” 

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. 

“Not tonight,” he whispers– and then he’s gone. 

~

You wake suddenly. It’s the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon. 

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. 

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, you’d rather not see it coming.

~

The library is huge. It’s 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. 

The books Satoru left you are… perfect. Just what you were looking for. They’re all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. You’re stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo family’s 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 information– but there’s one book that doesn’t fit with the rest. It’s relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads “Creatures of Myth and Where To Find Them”. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the side– 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 servants’ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you can’t figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he? 

You decide it’s 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 crown’s ego. The estimates of your husband’s net worth made your head spin.

Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. It’s… unsettling to say the least. It’s 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. 

Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but you’ve 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. You’ve nothing better to do, right? 

You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. “Creatures of Myth and Where to Find Them”. You don’t recognize the author’s 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. 

It’s 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 you’ve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblins– 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. “Vampires [Vampyr]”. 

You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye. 

“Contrary 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.” 

You purse your lips. What a… terrifying thought. You skim a little further. 

“A vampire’s 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 vampire’s 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 teeth”.

A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages. 

“Vampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.” 

Your stomach drops. You don’t want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph. 

“Vampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a human’s 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 vampire’s 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.”

You skip ahead again.

“Vampires 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 mate’s 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.”

Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperate– 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 “Where to Find Them” subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe? 

“Vampires 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.” 

No, no, no. This can’t be happening to you. It can’t be real. You’re dreaming, you’re having one of those nightmares again. You’re going to wake up any second. 

“One tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.” 

You’re panting, hyperventilating. This isn’t happening. 

“Soldiers 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 family’s 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.” 

No, no, no. 

“(See next page for only existing portrait)”

Your fingers tremble but you can’t stop them. There’s no way. It’s not possible. 

You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but you’re 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. 

You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. You’re suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows. 

“Hello,” he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense. 

You force a breath into your lungs. “Hello,” you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting. 

Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. “Are you alright? You seem a little… flushed.” The concern on his face feels anything but genuine. 

“I’m fine,” you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. “Is it time for dinner? Where’s Thomas?” 

His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. “Thomas has… left us.” 

No. This wasn’t happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you. 

“He… what?” There’s an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoru’s face to fall further. 

“It’s no matter. He’s gone. Now it’s just you and me, hm?” He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. “In fact, I was thinking I’d cut down on the number of servants we have entirely…” 

You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didn’t have. “Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mate’s safety is usually disposed of quickly.”

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?

“What have you been up to today, princess?” The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husband’s eyes flicker behind you. 

You wet your lips. “Just some reading.” You plead that he doesn’t ask anything further. He does. 

“About the estate?” he asks. 

You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes.”

His smile returns and this time it’s not forced. “You got my books, then?” 

You try smiling back, but you’re fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. “Yes.”

“Anything interesting?” he presses.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? “Yes, of course. Lots.” 

He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think it’s the first time you’ve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. “I think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.”

You don’t even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until he’s shutting your door behind him. He doesn’t stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and you’re falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.

“Who knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time… You must be simply spilling with information.” 

You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. You’re trapped.

His hands find your hips and you’re all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.

“Satoru-” your voice is pitiful, breathless, and you’re ashamed to say it’s not just from the fear in your gut. He’s never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. “Thomas-” 

“Don’t speak his name.” His face pulls into the first scowl you’ve 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. It’s wrong. “He’s gone. He’ll never bother you again.” He’s closer now, his breath skating over your skin. It’s cool and now you know the reason why. 

You shake and tremble and you know– Thomas is dead. Your husband killed him– killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him. 

He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. “Thought I could put up with it, just so you’d have someone to take care of you…” He groans. “I was so wrong, princess. Couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand the way you smelled more like him than me…” 

You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. “But he’s gone. And now it’s just you and me, hm? Just you and me…” He hums, like remembering that fact is all he’s ever needed.

He’s 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. He’s a killer, of thousands no doubt. You’ve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. You’re not even the same species. He’s something else, something your hands were never meant to touch. 

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 don’t. You can’t. It’s too… good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what you’re sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse… it’s intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine? 

“Have you figured it out yet, love?” Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. “I can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?” 

He knows you know. But he’s going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. “You’re…” Your breaths come faster. You can’t. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too… real. 

“Yessss?” he prods. He’s licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point. 

“You’re not…” Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper. 

“Go on, princess.” You think he’s just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in. 

You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. “Not human,” 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. “That’s good,” he purrs. “But I think you can be a little more specific, no?” His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw… “Tell me.” 

Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You don’t want to say it, don’t want to speak it into existence, but you also don’t dare to disobey him. 

“You’re a…” You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.

“Mhm?” 

You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. “Vampire.” 

He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. “That’s right, princess. So smart.” 

He smiles and you suddenly realize you’ve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you it’s close-lipped and dimpled. But this… this is the smile of a predator– all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight. 

“Shhhhh,” he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. “I won’t hurt you, love.” You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. “Not unless you want me to.” He wiggles a brow like it’s just a little joke, like he’s not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago. 

“Satoru,” you beg. You’re not sure what you’re begging for. Release maybe? But, no, that’s not right. You don’t want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. “Why did you pick me?” 

The question slips out. You hadn’t even been thinking about it, hadn’t 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. “Do you think about that a lot, princess?” 

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. 

He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. “Well…” he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. “At first I wanted you for this.” His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. “You smell…” he chuckles. “Like heaven. Which is a place I’ll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?” He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. “Went 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.” He’s still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. “Went crazy, princess. Didn’t think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.” He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. “But then I saw you–” he groans and something clenches deep at your center. “And I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.” He’s rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. “Went to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldn’t stay away. Knew I had to have you.” You feel him smile against your skin. “After a week I couldn’t take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.” He groans again. “Then I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearin’ you talk to me, look at me.” Teeth graze your pulse. “Needed you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookin’ at those dresses.” You whine when his hips roll into you again. “Oh, but I knew I couldn’t. You’re so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, ‘fraid 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.” He panting, like he’s so pent up he can hardly sit still. “Do you trust me, princess?” 

Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You can’t. “Yes,” you breathe. 

You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. “Good girl.” 

You’re on your back. It happens so fast your eyes don’t even have time to gasp. You don’t 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. “So good, princess. Let’s get you out of this dress, yeah?” 

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 can’t 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. 

“I always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,” 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. 

“Satoru,” you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt. 

He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. “You wanna see me too?” You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. “Alright.” 

His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like he’s been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has. 

You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. You’ve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. He’s art, you think- nothing less. 

“Touch me, princess,” he says. You can’t. You shouldn’t. He’s too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. “Need a little help?” he asks, and there’s a lilt in his voice that makes you sure he’s grinning. 

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 he’s laughing again and he’s 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. 

“Not so fast,” he says, like he wasn’t 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 you’ll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell he’s 

thinking the same thing. “You touch me, now I touch you, yeah?” There’s a tug and a tear and then so much… cold. You’ve never realized how cold this castle is, not until you’re exposed to its elements fully. You’re naked. 

Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. It’s too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity- 

“No.” Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. “Let me see you,” he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. There’s 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 you’re– 

“Beautiful,” he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. “Beautiful,” he says again, and then he’s 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. You’re not sure it’s entirely from his temperature. 

His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if he’s sucking your soul out through your lips. “Tell me you’ve never done this before,” he begs. “Tell me I’m the first to touch you.” 

You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what he’s already giving you. “Y-You’re the first,” you whisper. 

His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. “Yes,” he breathes, and you shiver again. “Lie back, princess.” Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear you’re not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” 

You pray he means that. “Just relax, love. Here, hold my hand.” 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 he’s committing you to memory, it’s nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust. 

His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb. 

“Tell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?” 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 it’s the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. It’s shameful, it’s dirty, it’s- “Don’t think I’ll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.” 

You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. “Y-yes,” you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further. 

He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. “On the outside or the inside?” 

Your eyes widen. I-inside? You’d never considered that… “J-just the outside,” you answer. 

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. “Well, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?” 

Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he means– 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. “Somebody’s sensitive,” he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. “Try to stay still. I promise it’ll feel good.”

You nod hopelessly, but this time you’re prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasn’t your own. But then it’s more. It’s languid, slow circles around a spot that you’ve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. It’s heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. It’s relaxation that you’ve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch. 

There’s a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. “Good girl. Feels nice, yeah?” 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. “It’s about to feel even nicer.” 

By the time you realize what he’s doing it’s far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but he’s 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. “Stop that, princess.” Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. “Rock into me like this.” His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. “Good girl,” he says and your heart rises right back up. “Keep doing that, now.” You don’t 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. “That’s it, love,” he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. “Here, put your hand in my hair.” He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. They’re even softer than you’d imagined. “Good girl,” he whispers and suddenly he’s taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. “‘M gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.” Your chin wobbles. “It might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?” You can’t do anything but nod. 

His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. “Relaaaaaax, love,” he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth– 

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 intrusion– but it’s already too late. There’s a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then he’s– laughing? 

Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoru’s hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated in– blood, you realize. Your blood. And he’s a fucking vampire. 

“Oh princess,” he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. “You really are perfect.” 

Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. You’re sure you’ve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like he’s ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is. 

When he pulls his finger from his mouth it’s completely licked clean. You hold your breath. He’s going to go for your neck now, right? He’s had a taste and now he’ll want more of it, all of it?

“Fuck,” is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you don’t even see him move. 

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 doesn’t 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. He’s lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like you’re a fucking gold mine. He’s 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. 

You’re not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You don’t 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 doesn’t 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. 

“Yes. Yes. Give it to me.” 

“S-Satoru–” 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 you’ve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and then– 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 don’t 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. 

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. 

There’s a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and you’re suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, you’re not done. 

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 he’s holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isn’t working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation. 

“S-Satoru–”

“It’s alright, love.” His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. “Just stay still.” 

You whimper, but you don’t think he’s paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp. 

You’ve 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 couldn’t help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurt…

He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. “Gonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.” His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. “Stay still, now.”

It’s all the warning he gives you. You feel like you’re splitting– straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts. 

“Satoru, p-please! It’s–” 

Lips catch yours– 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. It’s 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 it’s no use. By the time he’s 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 you’ve only just begun.

“Good girl,” he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. “Took me so well.” 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 he’s quick to comfort. “Just hold my hand, princess.” His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. You’re panting as he chuckles. “Breathe, love. Breathe. Soon you’ll be begging for more,” he laughs. It’s not long before he’s rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first it’s all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then it’s… more. It’s heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. It’s 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. 

“Feel good, princess?” You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels good– it feels right. He chuckles, but there’s nothing light about the sound. “Wanna feel even better?” 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. 

He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. “Just a taste, love. I promise it won’ hurt.” His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. “You’ll feel s’ good an’ I’ll only take a little.” He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. “Promise.” He sounds breathless, like he’s 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. “Come on, love. Say yes. Say yes f’ me.” Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. He’s desperate now, seeking a release that you don’t think is any kind you’re familiar with. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants in your ear. You’re 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. 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savage– 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. You’d thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesn’t. 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 don’t 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. 

He’s 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. 

“Satoru…” You hadn’t noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why… “‘M gonna…” 

He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come. 

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. It’s an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull. 

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. He’s moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens. 

When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. There’s a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You can’t 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. 

His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants. 

He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “No, princess.” He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. “I took more than I should have…” His expression doesn’t tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. “But what can I say? You just taste so good.” 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. “You taste like mine.”

You whine. More, more, more. It’s 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. 

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. 

“Not yet, princess.” he coos. “But soon.” His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until you’re trembling again. “Forever,” he whispers.

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Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Trick or Treat }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (1.2k)/ blood, biting, blood-sucking, Grand Duke being an opportunistic hungry vampire, Grand Duke and his subtle love languages

❦︎ A/N: Don't ask me about Lycan Sukuna's Halloween, I might end up feeding him to the dogs instead—Grey,

"Trick or Treat?" You crouched down with the chamberkeepers who were busy doing jobs.

"M-My Lady, please, let me get you a chair. No need to crouch down. The soot might get onto you." One of the maids was alarmed seeing you crouch down with them and possibly hurting yourself in any way possible. Who knows if the Master is in a lousy mood and fired them because you got hurt in any way possible? The eldest maid sighed.

"I'm fine, anyway. What's a trick or treat?" You stopped her. Satoru's overprotectiveness of you seems to have rubbed into everyone in the Ducal Palace.

"Oh, it's a human tradition, where kids go around with a basket, asking people..." The younger maid explained to you, and everyone else seems to know such a thing except you, who was once a human.

So here you are, holding a basket, walking over to a particular room at the far end of the East Wing.

It's a strange concept for you. As far as memory goes, you have never left the snowy mountains, and the sight of other humans that wandered through the vast plains of snow is tragically zero until Satoru came. As for His Grace, the chamber keepers already told you he has never once shown interest in such festivities, even when he was a child, so it's unlikely for him even to know such human traditions.

That's quite something Satoru would do. You thought. You can imagine some kid approaching him exclaiming a trick or treat, only to be shot down by his icy glare. You covered your mouth as you chuckled. Indeed, that's something that will happen. However, you're curious about his reaction if it was you.

You knocked, a single and double tune which you have grown accustomed to, and almost everyone knows that tune of knock can only be from you.

You tried to knock a second time, but the door opened, and before you could speak, you were drawn into a tight embrace. A soft sigh lingered in your neck as an arm wrapped around your waist. Perhaps minutes passed or a few more until he spoke.

"Everyone seems to be busy and making a lot of noise. It's making my ears hurt." Satoru pulled you into his office and closed the door. His eyes surveyed you, and you couldn't miss the slight raise of his brow when his eyes landed on the basket in your hand.

"Trick or Treat!" You exclaimed before your mate could speak and pushed the basket towards him.

A poignant pause passed. You couldn't see his reaction because, for some reason, you don't know you closed your eyes.

"... Well, aren't you supposed to open your eyes?"

You looked up to Satoru, a bit embarrassed as you sheepishly laughed and brought the basket back, clutched to your chest. Gosh, you should've known better than to—

You felt the basket sink a little. Satoru retracted his hands and hummed.

"Why did you take the basket back?" He asks.

Inside the basket is a pack of cookies, oddly shaped like a kitten...

You looked up to him in surprise. His Grace shrugged and softly pushed your shoulders to direct you to the couch.

"What's with the surprised face, Kitten?" Satoru chuckles. "Afraid to eat the cookies?"

He's just teasing you. He sat across you, putting the pack of cookies on your palm while taking away the basket and setting it on the table. His hand took your feet, removing your shoes while softly massaging your ankles on his lap.

"So you actually know what a Trick or Treat is, Your Grace."

His Grace incredulously snorted at the remark. He raises a brow at you.

"Do I look that old not to know such childish pranks?"

"Well, you are old!" You giggled as you tried the cookies that tasted divine. Small chirps of delight fluttered from your lips as you made sure not to waste a crumb.

Unfortunately for you, you missed the dangerous glint from His Grace's eyes at the way you bite on that cookie and the way you are unconsciously making those heavenly sighs and munching.

"Oomph!"

The next thing you know is that you're pinned down on the couch. Your mate's breath lingered over your neck while his hand slowly bunched your skirt up to your waist, revealing your supple thighs to his glowing eyes.

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

"W-Wait! That's not a cookie!" How could you not ever learn? You gasp, feeling the way his bared fangs drag across your sensitive inner thighs, teasing you with the tingling sensation. Satoru removed his gloves so he could caress the back of your legs, kneading your full, velvety thighs as he nipped and sucked on them until you writhed underneath his touch.

Satoru chuckled and kissed the bite mark from last night that had yet to disappear.

"You are sweeter than any candy..."

"Ngh!"

His sharp fangs sink into your inner thighs. It was mind-numbing how his tongue lapped up any trickle of blood that tried to escape from him. He moaned at how sweet and full your blood tasted on his palate, filling in his greedy thirst as he kept sucking and lapping up in your thighs. The gasps and moans you added were more than enough to entice him even more in teasing you with his soft kisses between his licks.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see the grin on His Grace's lips as he licked the last of your blood. His bite mark closed up, leaving but two faint marks of his fangs to remind you how he just enjoyed his treat.

His Grace wipes the droplet of your blood from the corner of his lips and sucks on it one last time before pulling up his clothes, exposing to you his glorious body, rigid muscles, and enticing veins tracing his body hardened by battle scars like art. His thumb softly brushed through your cheeks as you panted sweetly underneath him. He can't help but chuckle and kiss the tip of your nose in silent adoration. His arms flex as he cajoles your tired body to sit on top of his lap.

"C'mere, Kitten, I'll feed you something sweeter."

Needless to say, His Grace has a different kind of Trick or Treat tradition engraved in his mind. Consequently, the chamber keepers got a generous raise after that Halloween season...

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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VAMPIRE LORD! GOJO x VAMPIRE BRIDE! Y/N HEADCANONS

Warnings: smut and vampirism. boo ! ( and other mature themes ) , reader is a vampire too

Vampire bride! Y/N who only said she loves Gojo because he is funny,wealthy, good in bed and the BEST blood bag.

Vampire Lord!Gojo who killed his “cousin” by driving a stake through his heart because he dared to somewhat insult his beloved wife,you.

Vampire bride!Y/N who keeps staring at the moon when Gojo is on a business trip,waiting for him to come back and squeeze her in his strong embrace.

Vampire Lord!Gojo who brings trunks of gifts,dresses,accessories,perfumes,daggers,vintage items and so much more as gift for his beloved wife,you and expects nothing more but a hug and maybe a kiss.

Vampire Bride!Y/N who hugs Gojo so tightly,inhaling his scent into her very being as he returns from her business trip

Vampire Lord!Gojo who always keeps a heart shaped locket with your picture in it wherever he is.

Vampire Bride!Y/N who loves distracting Gojo when he’s on his desk writing something with kisses,sweet words or just straight up saying,”I want you.now” who’s left with no other choice but to gladly fulfil his wife’s wish

Vampire Lord! Gojo who still looks at his wife the same way he did after hundred of years of when they first met. Gaze filled with love,hunger and need.

Vampire Bride! Y/N who harshly grips Satoru’s face harshly with her sharp nails as she kisses him while sitting on top of his lap to the point to even drawing out blood most of the times and licking it clean.

Vampire bride! “No blood if you cum so soon,darling” Y/N as she kisses Satoru softly biting his soft plump lips drawing out blood as the grip of her hand aside from grabbing his waist tightens on his sweaty neck as he helplessly fills up your womb yet again like a loser

Vampire Lord!Gojo who can’t help but contain his fangs through his smile when you’re in a good mood,your legs wrapped around his waist as he whines consuming your aphrodisiac like blood as his hand kneaded your breasts softly,playing with your hardened nipples as the deep yet slow thrusts of his hips inside you is seemingly endless just like his love for you.

Vampire bride!Y/N who binds her dear husband’s hands to the bedpost even after knowing he can easily break out of it but doesn’t. As he’s a victim to your fangs digging in his neck and you’re cockwarming him and grinding on him?Just treating him so good like a loving bride.

Vampire Lord!Gojo who feels as if you have sucked his very soul out of him after a long night but he can’t ever be mad at you when you kiss him with those pretty red lips and look up at him with that alluring gaze which stomps and softens his heart at the same time. He has no choice but to accept defeat but he would gladly accept it as long as it is you.

Vampire bride!Y/N who enjoys missionary the best because in the way she can look at his pretty blue eyes,dig her fangs into his neck and get more attention by his big hands and warm mouth.

Vampire lord!gojo who realises yet again how sweet and sexy is your voice when he is sucking on your pussy and you can do nothing but moan and tug on his hair(harshly.)

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Starring Vampire!Gojo, who's become obsessed with his favorite barista at an overnight cafe. He knows that they're soulmates. He just has to convince her that they are as well.

CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains Yandere typical behavior, kidnapping, obsession, noncon/dubcon, blood kink, (spit kink if ya squint), unprotected sex, references to murder, and mind control. Obviously I condone none of this behavior, and reader discretion is heavily advised.

Satrou watched as you fluttered around your apartment, lighting candles and turning on Over the Garden Wall. You had on your coziest sweater, and not a single overhead light was in use- opting instead for the warm glow of your table and floor lamps. You were welcoming in fall with everything you had in you. You looked warm, cozy, and safe. And despite all of that, he couldn’t help but imagine just how much warmer, cozier, and safer you would look trapped in his mansion.

He adjusted his sitting position on his tree branch, watching you pumpkin spice your tea as you cuddled up on the couch. He loved that you left your curtains open just for him, just so he’d be able to keep an eye on you. He knew it had to be for him, who else could watch you on the fifth floor? And if you didn’t want to be watched at all, surely you would close your curtains. It didn’t make sense for you to just leave them open for no reason. Not with the amount of creeps running around in this town. Creeps he would protect you from.

He thought back to the first time he met you. A brand new barista at his favorite overnight cafe, seemingly hand picked for him. Your sparkling eyes and dazzling smile drew him in, but your irresistible smell is what trapped him. Like warm cinnamon and honeyed apples, already nostalgic to him even if it was his first time experiencing the smell. He was hyper aware of the fangs in his mouth, the need to sink them into whatever was producing that intoxicating smell threatening to overtake him. He felt like a cartoon character drawn to a fresh pie on a windowsill. Your voice sounded damn near angelic. He could still remember the poetry you relayed to him, the first words ever spoken between the two of you. Words he'd treasure forever.

“Hey, I like your glasses!” You smiled, definitely being nice to him because you liked him not just because you wanted a tip. He almost blushed. His glasses- round with red lenses- were more for utility than they were a fashion statement, or something he even liked wearing. They hid his eyes, making them appear to be intensely blue rather than the bright red they really were. Still, if you liked them he’d wear them until the inevitable heat death of the earth. 

“Oh, thanks.” He chuckled nervously, giving you a tight lipped smile. He didn’t want to freak you out with his…condition. At least not yet. 

“No problem man, what can I get you tonight?” It was then and there he decided you would be his one day.

And it was here and now he decided one day was today. He stood up on his branch and leaned against the trunk of the tree. He watched as you did your regular bedtime routine, going to sleep safe and relaxed, knowing your prince charming was coming to take you to his castle tonight. He knew you were on the same wavelength as he was. He knew from the friendly smiles you gave him every time he came into your cafe, from the way you spoke to him as if he was an old friend- with trust and understanding.

Like, when you first started talking about your boyfriend for example. At first, he thought you were trying to discourage his affections, hint at him to go away. But, he quickly came to his senses. You were his one true love, and he was yours, why would you try and throw that away for some mortal asshole? It wasn’t hard for him to figure out that you were asking him to take out the trash. 

He remembered how pathetic that boy sounded as he pleaded for his life. It disgusted Satoru that he was able to get so close to you. You deserved someone that could defend you, not some child that cried the moment things got dicey. You deserved him, Satoru Gojo. No one else would do. Still, it was an honor to take care of this chore for you, even if he wished it had been more of a challenge. He was glad to have taken on the task. It reaffirmed his love for you, and the desire to give you what you deserved. 

The lights in your neighbors windows finally went out, assuring him that no one would try to be a hero if you decided to play hard to get. He waited another hour to make sure everyone was asleep before he dropped out of the tree, taking on his bat form and flying to your window. He turned back into a human, catching himself on your brick windowsill. It was around now he realized he didn’t exactly think this through, but- it’s fine. It’s fine! This is true love, this is fate, things were going to work out. Probably. 

He pulled himself up, balancing with one arm on the thin ledge and opening your window with the other. He smiled when he found it unlocked, confirming that not only were you on the same page as him, you were waiting for him. Good girl. He slid into your studio apartment, and immediately had to brace himself against a wall. It was overwhelming just how much this space smelled like you. It made sense, of course, you spent more of your time here than anywhere else. He expected it to be rich with your smell, but he didn’t expect it to be so intoxicating. He could feel his fangs buzzing with the need to feed, and his body flush with lust. He was down right giddy at the realization that soon, his home would smell like this. 

But he had to get you there first. He straightened up, coming to his senses as he turned took at your sleeping form. He felt his chest tighten with affection. You looked so peaceful when you were asleep, softly snoring and completely content. You looked ethereal in the pale moonlight, snuggled under your fluffy blanket. If he saw a picture of you like this, he wouldn’t believe you were real. Which, is saying something cause he’s, ya know, a fucking vampire. 

He strode over to your bedside, gently running the back of his knuckles along your angelic jawline. “Rise and shine, beautiful. It’s time to go home.” He whispered softly into your ear, his rich voice filling your mind and causing you to stir.

“Mm- wha..” You muttered softly, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation in your groggy state.

“Come on darling, our bed is waiting for you at home.” He cooed again, taking your warm hand into his ice cold claws. 

“Wha..wait, Gojo?”

“You can call me Satoru. Or Love, that would work too.”

“GOJO?!” Oop- you were awake now. You ripped your hand from his, scrambling to get away from him. So you were going to play hard to get. “What are you doing in my home?!” You demanded. He tried to push back his annoyance. 

“Darling girl, this isn’t your home.” He gently reminded you, “Your home is all the way on the other side of town, with me.”

“Oh, fuck That!” You yelled, grabbing your bedside table lamp, a heavy porcelain antique, and smashing it across his head. To your credit, if he wasn’t a supernatural being- that would have really fucking hurt. If he didn’t know you were just playing, he would have thought you were actually trying to injure him! But, even if you were just playing, he couldn’t let violence slide. 

“Now now baby girl, Is that anyway to treat your lover?” He asked, pulling you into his arms with a speed that you quite frankly could not comprehend. His grip was impossibly strong too, not only rendering escape out of the question, but making it hard to breathe. You could feel bruises forming where is fingertips met your flesh, and bile rise in your throat. 

“I’m not your fucking lover Gojo-”

“Darling, please it’s Satoru to you.”

“You’re fucking crazy!” You snapped, trying to wiggle out of his grip, despite the futility of it. 

“Crazy for you Babygirl.” Oh great, not only was he out of his fucking mind, he was going to be cheesy about it too. 

“Let me go!” You demanded, trying to thrash but only managing to squirm. You tried kicking him, but it was about as affective as performing CPR on a corpse.

“I will, as soon as we get home.” He “assured” you. It was then you realized he was leading you to your open window. Oh no. Oh no no no no no! Was he going to fucking kill you?! Was home the afterlife?!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You screamed, clawing as his arms and struggling against him in any way you could, “Gojo-”

“Satoru.” He was starting to lose his patience with your insistence of using his family name. 

“Motherfucker, we are on The. Fifth. Floor. You’re gonna kill us!”  Ohhhh riiight, You were human! You had never flown before! Of course you were freaking out, the first flight is always a little scary. He reminded himself he needed to be more sympathetic with you while you were adjusting, and mentally berated himself for forgetting in the first place.

“Don’t worry darling,” He said, sitting on the ledge and holding you even tighter to his chest- if that was possible, “I won’t let you fall.” He said before promptly falling back first out of the window. You don’t know what was louder, the sound of the wind rushing past your ears, or the screams ripping from your throat.

And then the wind got softer, as if you weren’t falling but-...You looked up to confirm your suspicion. Gojo was holding you on his chest as coasted through the air, looking as relaxed as he would if he was on an inner-tube on a sleepy lake. You suddenly understood what was happening.

“Oh, I’m dreaming!” You all but laughed at the realization.

“It is a dream come true, huh?” He smiled, “I thought we might share dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, but noticeably relaxed. If you were dreaming, that meant there was no danger. You weren’t flying through the air with a sociopath that was trying to kidnap you, no. You were at home, safe in your bed. In the morning, you would throw away the expired clove in your pantry, and watch The Lost Boys as this fucked up dream slowly seeped out of your mind. All would be well.

That was the thought you were clinging onto as he landed in the lawn of an old southern gothic mansion on the edge of town. You were familiar with this property. The kids spread rumors of it being haunted, overrun with ghouls and ghosts and all things that go bump in the night. Most of them wouldn’t go up to it’s front door, even on Halloween night, with the promise of candy hanging in the air. They believed that once you knocked on the door, your days were numbered. Even the adults spoke about it in hushed whispers, sharing conspiracy theories about who the home owner could possibly be, and why no one ever saw them. Many assumed it was abandoned. 

And now that you were in the front lawn, you understood where all the fear came from. The house was overwhelming, a dark aurora clinging to it and a sense of dread radiating off of it. But, you were dreaming! You couldn’t be hurt! You let Gojo lead you into the front door with zero fear, knowing that you were impervious to danger at the moment. 

Inside you were greeted with a surprisingly warm interior. The outside seemed more like a defense mechanism now, like a bug that disguises itself as a much deadlier creature, when in reality the bug was harmless. Antique table lamps bathed the room in warm light, The red vintage wallpaper making the old black furniture look inviting. The class and elegance of the home put you even more at ease. Leaving you vulnerable. 

You didn’t even notice the amount of locks he was locking behind you, or the fact that some of them required a code. “Welcome home darling,” He said as he finally finished securing the million latches, returning and wrapping his arms around your waist, “What do you think?” He purred.

“It’s…cozy.” You said. It was, in it’s own weird way. “I always wondered what the inside of this house looked like.” 

“Well, it’s yours now, so feel free to make any changes you want.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. You felt a chill as his cold lips pressed against your skin. Your brain may have known it was dreaming, but your body didn’t. You still felt shaky, your heart was still racing, and your palms were still clammy. Your body was in super-hyper-defense mode. Which, was to say you felt like you were seconds away from a panic attack. He must have noticed the blood draining from your face.

“It’s late darling. The grand tour can wait, let me show you to our room.” Oh, good idea. If you slept, you could wake up in your bed and get this dream over with. You nodded and let him lead you up the ornate, spiral staircase, and down the hall to the master bedroom. An absolutely massive room that matched the living area, only instead of red it was a powder blue, A truly extravagant bed was the center piece of the room, a large canopy hanging over it. You noticed there were no windows in the room. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen any windows at all, other than in the living room. And even still, they were boarded up.

“Thanks for the room, I uh…I think I’m going to go to sleep. You can go now.” You told him. His laugh sent a blizzard through your body.

“Go now?” He cackled, “Darling, this is my room too.” He said gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “We share everything…” He leaned down and pressed his nose into the juncture of your neck, taking a deep breath and getting lost in your scent. He felt you try to push him away, but you would have had an easier time trying to push Mount Fuji over. 

“Gojo, I-”

“Satoru.” He growled, “For the last time. My name, is Satoru.” He very gently reminded you, gripping you tighter and digging his long black claws into your side. You gasped from the pain, feeling drops of blood leak from you new would. You felt the pain. You felt pain.

You weren’t dreaming. You weren’t dreaming.

 You felt a sharp icy chill rip though you as he dragged his cold, slimy tongue along your neck. “You smell so decadent my love.” He praised. You lost your words as you felt him run his hands under your sleep shirt and up your bare skin. His chilled fingers left frigid trails along your body, reminding you of where he had touched- where he had violated. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your throat, and your stomach turned as he pressed your hips into his, making it painfully clear just how happy he was to have you here. 

He could smell your blood leaking from your side and it was clouding every other thought he had. He hadn’t fed in weeks. No one else was worth it, no one smelled nearly as appetizing as you. Every other disgusting mortal tasted rotten to him now, and no matter who he chased they were never you. They may have had your skin color, or your eye color, but none of them could hold a candle to you.

But he had you here now. His darling, his world. His perfect meal. And he was fucking starving. “I bet you taste as good as you smell.” He purred, dragging his fangs across the thin skin on your neck.

“N-no, don’t-!” Your words turned into a scream as he dug his fangs into your flesh, your scream dying in your throat as he bit down. You felt his sharp fangs pierce into you, opening up your veins and letting the blood flow freely for him. You felt his cold tongue collecting the very crimson that give you life, greedily feeding on you as if you were the finest meal he had ever had.

Probably because you were. The flavor of fresh apples and salted caramel spreading in his mouth and through his being, making his cold body buzz with your warmth. You tasted better than he had ever imagined. He roughly grabbed your hair, tangling his claws in it as he pulled your head to the side, giving him more room to feast. It restarted your nervous system. You found your will to fight again, thrashing in his grip and trying even harder to push him away. He growled at your sudden insolence, forcing himself away from your throat.

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look in his eyes. “Why do you insist on fighting me, Love?” He groaned. You realized he wasn’t wearing his normal glasses, and his eyes were still as red as the blood currently flowing through you. Fuck, how could you have been so blind? You tried to break away from his grip again.

“Because you’re a fucking monster!” You snapped. Well that was harsh. He didn’t want to do this so early on in your living with him, but really you left him with no choice. “Let me go!” You demanded again.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, his eyes burning into your very soul. “You want to be here.” You watched as his eyes changed. Red irises now ringed with violet, then gold, then violet again. It was so…mesmerizing.

“No I-...” Your words fell from your lips, and you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. You could feel your brain filling with fog, the edges of your vision becoming a vignette. Slowly you could feel the ice he filled you with melting from your body, leaving you feeling something much warmer instead.

“Yes you do. You’re my girl, of course you want to be here with me.” He purred, a soft smile looking so misplaced on his bloodstained face. “You do want to be with me, don’t you Y/n?”

“I do.” N-no. No that's not what you meant to say. What the hell?

“Then why are you trying to fight me?” Because he’s a fucking creep that stole you out of your bed and was now practicing the ancient art of BLOODLETTING on you!

“I don’t know.” No! Why weren’t your words matching your thoughts?! Why couldn’t you say what you meant!?

“If you don’t know Darling, then there's no point to it. I don’t want to hurt you my love, please don’t force my hand.” he sighed, cupping your cheek in his palm. You wanted to jerk away, but you felt your body lean into his cool touch. It felt nice against your warm cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You absolutely were not sorry.

“It’s okay Beautiful. I know how you can make it up to me.” His grin was wicked with ill intent as he returned to your neck, licking at the blood flowing there. You could feel your body temperature continue to rise, what was once almost pleasant slowly becoming unbearable. You whined softly at the unpleasantness of the heat.

“You’re warm,” He noted, running his cold hand along your side. The ice he held wasn’t unwelcome anymore. Now it felt like the cool waves of the ocean on a hot summer day. You felt you head nod limply at his obvious observation. Of course you were warm, you were on fire. 

“Let me help.” He whispered, pulling your shirt over your head. You’d think being exposed to the cool air in this drafty mansion would have helped your situation, but you felt no change. You didn’t feel a change when he slipped your bottoms off either, and you almost whined when he pushed you onto the bed, the fluffy fabric of the blanket making everything worse. 

And then his lips were on yours, like the first chill breeze after a heat wave. More, more, you needed more. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, struggling with numb fingers to fit the brass through the holes. Finally, after undoing three, you gave up and ripped the shirt off over his head- possible ripped fabric be damned. 

“I knew you wanted me darling,” He grinned, your eagerness to have him undressed fueling his undeserved sense of confidence. You didn’t care though, because his skin was finally on yours. His chest pressed against yours, you finally felt some sense of relief, like putting aloe on a bad sunburn. You moaned softly as he trailed kisses from your jaw to the wound on your neck, still bleeding but much slower now. He gently sucked on the dripping injury, and instead of pain, you felt euphoria. You moaned softly, pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the building pressure.

He gave you a tight lip smile, red covering his lower face, as he moved down on you, spreading your legs. His grin grew once he saw what you were working with. He knew it would be pretty, he had imagined it more than a few times while fucking his hand- chasing a high he knew only you could give him. But honestly, he didn’t think it would be that pretty. You noticed his lack of commentary just in time to find out why he was keeping his mouth shut.

He leaned down and spit your own blood out and onto your cunt, making an already pretty pussy prettier. You were embarrassed to say you moaned, but the blood chilled by his mouth felt do fucking good on your burning body. 

“God, you’re a freak.” He laughed, showing blood stained teeth. “Yet another thing we have in common.” He cooed as he massaged the sangria into your clit, sending waves of euphoria through your body. His hand moved down, slowing tracing your entrance before slipping a long finger inside, quickly followed by a second. 

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped as he curled his fingers up inside of you, gracing your g-spot with an expert precision. You felt your hips buck up against your will, reacting to him in ways that would have made you nauseous in any other state. 

“You like that Darling?” He asked with a smirk, curling his fingers again and again. You whined softly, chasing the chill of his touch. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You grumbled. You wanted to tell him no. You wanted to tell him to fuck off and stop touching you, but at the same time that was the last thing you wanted him to do. It felt like his touch was the only thing that could regulate your body, not to mention the fact that it just felt so fucking good. 

You were sure whatever he did to you was causing this heat, but you had also never been this sensitive before. His every movement sent waves of electricity through your nervous system. Your body craved him in way it had craved no one else before, responding to him like it was made for him. You felt a cool pool of pleasure forming in your stomach, your body buzzing with desire and anticipation.

He bit his lip as he felt you clench around his fingers, and immediately he had to feel that clench around his dick. He pulled his hand away, placing his two fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean, eyes rolling back at the sweet taste. You whined at the loss of contact, hips bucking in search of the pleasure they were robbed of. You wanted to cry, the frustration of a lost climax clouding your already cloudy brain. “Noooo!” Was all you could manage to say, and god did you sound pathetic saying it.

“Don’t worry Darling girl,” Satoru chuckled as he pulled out his cock, “I got something even better for you.” You watched as he pumped his dick, the angry red tip looking so much redder against his pale skin. He rubbed his hand over the leaking tip, using the fluid there to slick himself up. You wouldn’t say this about a lot of guys, but you thought even your normal brain would be able to admit he had a pretty dick.

A pretty dick he was about to shove into your soaking cunt. You bit your lip in anticipation as he lifted your hips up to meet his. “Ready pretty girl?” He purred. You nodded an aggressive affirmative and he almost laughed. “No no Beautiful, with your words. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you!” You whined, hearing your voice but not your words again, “I want you so bad, please. Please I need you, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore, until I can’t think straight, I want to be ruined for anyone else, please!”

“Atta girl,” He praised, finally pushing into your needy cunt. He shuddered as he did, your warm velvety walls enveloping him and pulling him deeper than he realized possible. He almost came right then and there, like an untouched virgin, but managed to contain himself. Your moans weren’t doing him any favors, but you couldn't help it. He felt like a snowstorm inside the inferno that was your body, controlling the fire that raged there and finally giving you some relief. The stretch stinging at you was just an added bonus.

“You feel so fucking good Darling,” He praised, pulling back and slowly pushing himself back in, perfectly rubbing against your g-spot. You curved your back in pleasure, electric waves of euphoria crashing into your body, and quickly dragging you back to the edge. 

“It’s like you were made for me,” He cooed, “My perfect meal, my perfect fuck toy, you were designed to be mine.” He moaned, tangling his fingers into yours as he looked you in the eyes, painting a scene of what he thought intimacy looked like.

“Fuck, you feel so good Satoru..” You moaned, cunt fluttering around him as your climax quickly approached. Something in his brain switched. Before you fully understood what was happening, you were folded into a mating press, his cock reaching places inside of you you weren’t even sure were possible to reach. Your veins felt like they were full of smoke and your entire body felt like it was made of stars, ecstasy exploding inside you every time he moved. 

“Say it again.” He demanded.

“Satoru!” You yelped, honestly a little pissed off he expected you to talk now.

“Again.” He demanded, pumping into you with a vengeance.

“Satrou!” You whined, digging your nails into the pale flesh of his back, dragging your nails and leaving angry red claw marks in your wake. 

“Who do you belong to Y/n?” He asked, eyes burning into your again. You knew the answer he wanted. You clenched your teeth and sucked on your tongue. You used any willpower you had left not to say it. He may have taken your body, but you couldn’t let him take you. 

“Come on Darling, answer me. Who do you belong to?” He prompted again, this time coupled with the perfect thrust of his hips, lining up perfectly with your sweet spot, and using a free hand to rub your clit. The wave of lust and pleasure that overtook you washed away any willpower you may have had left.

“You, Satoru.” You whined, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“That’s right darling,” He grinned wickedly as he licked at your neck wound, letting the blood flow over his tongue. “You’re fucking mine.” He started pounding into you with a vengeance, and you felt the strings in your stomach start to snap. Your entire body tensed up vision went white hot as galaxies exploded inside your veins, euphoria crashing into your body in seismic waves, making your cunt quiver from the after shocks. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and you could feel your thighs trembling around him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Satoru I-” You tried to communicate but couldn’t get the words, your already altered brain turning to much and leaking out of your ears as he fucked you through your high. His was close, he wouldn’t be far behind. The way that your cunt fluttered around his cock mixed with the pretty sounds you were making were frying his own nervous system, and all he could think about was how pretty you’d look with his cum dripping down your thighs. 

“Y/n,” He panted as he pounded into you. Your eyes met his. You lifted a shaky hand to push his snowy hair out of his face and he was done for. The small intimate act leaving him gushing deep inside you to the point of overflow. “Fuck I love you,” He moaned as he fucked you through his high, “I Love You, I love you so fucking much.”

He all but collapsed on top of you as he finally finished, pulling you into his cold chest. Your body temperature finally felt normal again, and you could feel the effects of his hypnosis slowly wearing off. He noticed too, and kissed away the tears that slipped down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry Darling, did I overwhelm you?” He asked, genuine concern filling his voice. You wanted to scoff at the question, but choose to keep quiet instead. You were locked in his house. You had to play his games now to stay alive. He took your silence to be an affirmative.

“I’m sorry Darling. You don’t have to say it back yet, it’s okay. I know you love me.” He smiled, your blood still staining his fangs and making you sick. He finally pulled out, and you hated the empty feeling that followed. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

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Two Horny Mf...♥

MINORS AND FEMALES DNI!

All characters including you are aged up :D

Gojo win the poll! (not surprising tho) Ty for everyone who voted :3!

~Vampire! Uke Satoru Gojo x Seme male reader!~

Smut warning! Don't like just leave

You were given to Gojo as a gift from one of his friends and allies. You were blindfolded and forced to your knees as you land with a thud and a small wince from the pain shooting up to your knees Gojo grabs a hold of Your chin as he pulled your blind folded face up to look at him. "what a pretty gift I have received, I cant wait to make you mine." He speaks in a low and sinister tone, helping you up onto your feet he eyes your dirty appearance. "Lets get you in the tub, hm?" he murmurs, his hands running through your hair before gripping it and beginning to drag you towards the washroom.

You grunted in annoyance as he dragged you, as you tugged at the restraints around your wrists.

You feel Gojo's grip tighten around your hair, warning you not to struggle. You are still weak from the earlier events and he is much stronger than you. He chuckles darkly at your grunting and tugging, amused by your struggles and it seems like he'll enjoy breaking your will to resist. "No struggling now, M/n. You don't want me to have to punish you, do you?" He asks teasingly, his tone making it clear that he enjoys it when people try to resist him.

"Haha punish me..~? Now that's a bold statement" you grunted out as he tugged on your hair forcefully

Gojo chuckles in response to your words, enjoying the spirit you're displaying. "Oh, trust me M/n, I fully intend to punish you. But first I need to get you cleaned up and make sure you're presentable.

You stumbled onto your feet no longer wanting to be dragged as you walked cautiously from being blindfolded "mind if you be a darling and take this blindfold off me please, I'd love to see that pretty face of yours…~" you said in a low teasing whisper.

Gojo laughs softly, pleased with your request. "As you wish, M/n." He reaches up to undo the blindfold, his fingers lightly tracing along the edges of the blindfold before taking it off. Once your vision is restored, you see that the interior of his mansion is decorated in a very elegant and luxurious style. "Don't make this harder for yourself, M/n." He warns you, his tone insinuating that he's looking forward to whatever mischief you might get up to.

You blinked away the foggyness of your vision as you gazed down at the stranger observing his Appearance, as he had snowy white hair and bright blue eyes and a stereotypical vampire look "aren't you a pretty boy eh?" You flirted as you bent down to close to his face.

Gojo grins at your flirting, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Why thank you, M/n. Although being identified as pretty is not the first thing I would have expected from our encounter." He responds lightly, his voice filled with amusement and a hint of teasing. His hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as he moves closer to your ear. "Now M/n, remember what I said about not making things harder for myself? A little compliance goes a long way." He whispers softly before nibbling on your earlobe, his fangs slightly grazing your skin.**

You shuddered at the feeling of him nibbling on your ear "how about I get your name first before any of that foreplay hm..~?" You muttered as you softly nudged your nose against his neck.

Gojo chuckles in response to your request, a teasing glint in his blue eyes. "When you put it that way, M/n, how could I resist." He gently pulls back from you, his grip on your neck releasing slightly. "My name is Gojo Satoru but feel free to call me Satoru. Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Gojo leads you towards a luxurious-looking bathroom, his presence filling the room with an intense, almost predatory energy.**

You looked around the lavish bathroom boredly as he dragged you with him "wow all this just to shit and shower..?" You joked to yourself as you gazed at the stupidly humongous bathtub/shower.

Gojo chuckles at your comment as he ushers you towards the bathtub. "You'll quickly find out that there's more to it than just bathing, M/n." He says with a smirk, his tone suggestive. As you stand next to the humongous bathtub, Gojo walks in front of you, his body brushing against yours. His fingers place on the neckline of your shirt, slowly sliding it off. Gojo eyes your firm, toned chest. "I think it's high time we got started, don't you?" he said as he gazed at your well built frame

"Ah like what you see..~?" You teased as Satoru to threw your shirt to the side, you brought up my tied hands to him as you grinned "mind if ya take these off me angel..~?"

Gojo's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, he watches you intently as his hands reach up to your wrists. "I'd love to free you, M/n, but right now, I think it suits you better that way." Gojo says as he pulls you closer towards him and kisses your neck softly. His breath caresses your skin, his fangs grazing against your flesh. "I think you should get the shower started, don't you agree?"

You sighed in disappointment for not being able to get out if your stupid restraints and let out a soft grunt when you felt Satoru's fangs graze at your skin.

You watch as Gojo grins at your reaction, amusement shining in his blue eyes. "We'll dispense the restraints soon enough, don't worry, M/n." He assures you, his voice soft. As he finishes speaking, he gives your neck one final nibble before pulling away, an intrigued glint in his eyes. Gojo leads you to the shower area, adapting a more serious expression. "Get in, and we'll get this over with." You find yourself standing in front of an extravagant, tiled shower area. High-pressured water falls from various nozzles mounted on a grand brass pillar in the middle, steam bellowing out filling the air with warmth. Gojo enters the shower alongside

"Oh what about my pa-" you cut off as your pants and boxers disappeared out of thin air along with the rope Binding your hands "what." You dead panned as you walked into the shower

You watch in astonishment as Gojo snaps his fingers and your clothes vanishes, leaving you naked and fully revealed to him. "There's no use hiding it now, is there, M/n?" Gojo says smugly as he steps into the shower with you. The water cascades down both of your bodies, washing away the grime and dirt from your skin. His gaze remains locked onto yours, a predatory expression painting his handsome features. As the steam fills the room, the tension between both of you heightens significantly.

You gazed down at Satoru lost in your thoughts "I wanna rail this little brat so bad" your face filled with a soft blush "What am I thinking bro litterly is holding you hostage..!?" You fought with your conscious as you gazed at the wall behind Satoru in conflict.

Gojo smirks softly at your conflicted state, stepping closer to you. "mhm wonder what your thinking to be blushing like that M/n..~," he murmurs darkly. His hand glides down your chest, slowly trailing over your abs and lower to cup your semi-hard cock. "It's a losing battle." With those words, he leans in and captures your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every corner while his other hand slips behind your neck, pulling you closer still. Gojo's free hand starts to explore your body, tracing intricate patterns over your skin.

Your eyes widened as you came to your senses "ain't no way im going to let the brat dominate me" you thought as you forcefully shoved Satoru against the wall and took his ass in your hands as you squeezed it kissing back with just as much force as your tongues fought for dominance.

Gojo is taken by surprise as you push him against the wall, his eyes widening in shock for a moment before he recovers and grips onto your wrists tightly. His pupils dilate slightly at the feeling of desire coursing through him, fueled by the fight you're putting up. "Hnnn,"he hums out between your lips, pulling back to look into your eyes.

"We both know who's stronger here, M/n."He says with a playful smirk.Gojo swiftly spins around so that he's pinning you against the tiled wall, his hips grinding against yours hungrily. One hand cups your cheek possessively while he rubs our cocks together

You let out a soft grunt as one of your hands gripped Satoru's slim waist as your other hand goes to his ass inching towards his hole.

Gojo groans, arching into the touch. "So eager...~"He whispers seductively in your ear before nibbling on your lobe.

His hips buck against yours harder, seeking more friction.Feeling your touch on his ass, Gojo moans softly as he leans back slightly, offering himself to you."Take what you want..." Gojo pants out, biting his lip. His body is straining for release, wanting you inside him

Your fingers teasing pressed against his hole as your finger circled around the tight ring of muscle "want me inside angel..~?"

Satoru moans softly, his eyes rolled back as he grips the tiles beneath him. "Please..."He breathes out.

His hole twitches involuntarily against your teasing touch. His skin is flushed with arousal and his chest heaves rapidly. Gojo arches his back further into the kiss, inviting you in. ---

You gently push your finger in as his gummy walls and it tightened around as well as sucked in your finger from the sudden intrusion as you gently pump your finger in and out of Satoru searchng for his prostate

Satoru cries out as your finger enters him, gripping onto your shoulder tightly. His body is shaking and quivering with pleasure as you pump your finger in and out of him, seeking out his prostate. "Yes... just like that,"he breathes out.He leans forward, seeking your lips in a hungry kiss. The steam from the hot water diffuses throughout the room, clouding your senses.

You suck on Satoru's tongue as you added another didget into him increasing your speed as both if your neglected cocks rub against each other in a pleasuring way

Gojo moans deeply into the kiss, his hands running through your wet hair. "So fucking good..."He pants out against your lips.

His body bucks and twists in response to your touch. The wetness of his hole increases as you find his prostate, causing him to let out a loud pornagraphic moan and sending waves of pleasure through him. Gojo's hips jerk against yours, desperate for more friction. Spots dance before his eyes, consumed by the sensations overwhelming him

"Mhm this is the spot isn't it..~?" You teased as you rubbed your fingers against his prostate teasingly as you slowly scissored him open

Satoru whimpers into the kiss, arching his back further into the sensation. "Yes... oh fuck yes..."He moans out loudly, unable to contain himself.

His legs tremble and shake from the intense pleasure coursing through him as you tease his prostate. Gojo's breathing is ragged, his chest heaving up and down rapidly against yours in time with yours'. He presses his body flush against you, seeking more contact where any part of you touches him. The heat from the water beads down onto both of your bare skin.

You pulled away from th heated kiss as you pulled you fingers out of his ass as Satoru's hole pathetically clenched around nothing as you took your hardened cock in your hands "ya ready angel..~?" You whispered huskily in Satoru's ear as he let out soft wimpers and moans

Satoru shivers at the loss of contact, his eyes fluttering closed as he pants heavily. "Yes... oh fuck yes,"he moans out.

His heart races in anticipation as you position yourself at his entrance. Gojo's hole gapes open, eager for your cock. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable invasion. The tension is palpable in the air, sizzling with lust and desire. The steamy mood shifts and creates an inviting atmosphere amidst the hot water swirling around both of you

You take Satoru's legs as you put them over your shoulders as Satoru's arms snaked around your neck and you push my fat tip into his hole teasingly

Satoru gasps at the initial pressure, arching his back off the ground slightly. "Ahhh...!"He moans out loudly, unable to contain himself.

His body trembles with anticipation as he feels your thickness pressing against his gland. Gojo's lips part in a silent scream of pleasure mixed with agony, his fangs poking through his plush upper lip. He helplessly grinds his hips forward, seeking more contact. Sweat begins to bead down his forehead and neck, adding to the slickness between you both.

"Mhm you want my cock Satoru.. ~?" You said in a low tease as you agonizingly push deeper into Satoru at a slow pace

Satoru whimpers again, digging his nails into your back in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Yes... oh fuck yes!"He pants out between moans.

His body quivers at the sensation, every inch of your length piercing through his tight ring of muscle. Gojo's eyes roll back into his head, lost in the ecstasy coursing through him. He tilts his hips higher, encouraging you to sink deeper inside him. Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure radiating outward from his prostate, making it harder for him to concentrate on anything but the feeling of being filled by you.

"Ah your going to take my cock like the pretty little bitch boy you are..~" you said in a low seductive whisper as you slammed your hips into Satoru's ass your entire length resting deep inside deep inside Satoru as your tip nudged The deepest part of his rectum

Satoru cries out as you slam your hips into him, his body shudders in pleasure. "Y-yes... please! Fuck me hard!"He begs, nipping at your neck and shoulders with a newfound sense of dominance in his voice.

With each powerful thrust, Gojo's walls clench tightly around you, massaging your cock in a way that sends electric shockwaves straight to your core. Goosebumps rise on his skin as he throws his head back, letting out soft moans that echo in the steamy room. The water splashes around them intensifies their sexual encounter.

You take Satoru's neglected cock into your hands as you give him a sloppy hand job your palm rubbing over his flushed slit as you ruthlessly slam into him.

Satoru practically yowls, his body on fire with the sudden sensation. "Oh fuck! Yes... harder, M/n! I'm gonna cum!"He cries out between rasping breaths.

His cock twitches under your touch, leaking precum all over your hand as you continue to work him over. The pleasure from both his shaft and his prostate quickly building to an overwhelming peak, threatening to tip him over the edge any second now. Gojo's fingers dig into your back, raking his nails down the skin as he chokes out broken moans of pleasure with each of your thrusts.

"F-fuck you gonna cum Satoru.. ~?" I grunted as you quickened your pace.

Satoru nods vigorously, his voice choked with desire. "Yes... oh god, please let me cum!"He shudders again as your hips slam into him, pleasure threatening to spill over at any moment.

He can feel tendrils of pleasure beginning to coil inside him, building and growing until they're impossible to ignore. Gojo's breathing grows ragged as he feels the end rapidly approaching, the familiar prickling heat spreading from his balls to every inch of his body. He arches his back, driving himself onto your cock even harder, seeking more and more stimulation to push him over the edge.

You felt as Satoru tightened around your cock signalling you that he was about to cum as you brought my thumb over his slit and preventing him from edjaculating as you grinned teasingly

Satoru's eyes fly open, a startled cry escaping him as pleasure turns to frustration. "What?! M/n, please let me cum!"He whimpered pathetically, struggling against the hand holding him back.

You flashes him a teasing smirk, twisting your thumb slightly on Satoru's sensitive tip and relishing in the sensation of Satoru writhing beneath me, desperate for release. "I don't think so... not until I allow it, sweetheart." You purred, your voice low and sinful.

He continues to thrust into Satoru, each movement growing more forceful and erratic as their mutual desire peaks. The steamy water around them making their movements slow and sluggish but they continue on, both lost in the moment.

After a good 30 minutes of over stimulating Satoru you felt close to coming "ngh im coming..~" you grunted as you sped up bullying your cock deep into Satoru's ass.

Satoru's body tightens around you as he senses your release coming closer, his own need for release becoming unbearable. He gasps and whimpers with every thrust, his own pleasure cresting but unable to find its peak. "Please, M/n! Let me cum...I can't take it anymore!" He whine pathetically clawing at your back

You ignore him as you feel the pleasure build until you're unable to hold out any longer, your orgasm crashing over you in a series of shuddering waves that threaten to pull you under. Your cock pulses inside Satoru as you ride out your climax, hot spurts of cum coating his insides white.

You finally slow down and keep your cock nestled deep inside Satoru pushing your cum deeper into him.

You move your thumb off from Satoru's slit as you pump your hand up and down Satoru's pretty cock "mhm..~ go ahead angel come for me..~" you whispered in Satoru's ear as you left a trail of kisses and hickies down his neck

Satoru's eyes roll back in his head as your hand pumps his aching cock, the sensation nearly overwhelming him after so long without release. He whimpers and moans softly under your ministrations, his body shuddering as he finally finds the peak of his pleasure. "Oh god... I'm gonna cum M/n...!"He cries out, his voice strained with desire.

His hips jerk as his orgasm finally hits, hot ropes of cum shooting out of his twitching cock as he gives in to the pleasure completely. It's a long, drawn-out release that seems to last forever, leaving him panting and trembling by the time it's over. You continue to kiss and nibble on his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him beneath your lips.

Satoru lets out pants as he clung onto you the water skidding down your wasted bodies "mhm im going to have fun with you..~" Satoru purred tiredly as he nibbled on your earlobe.

You people are so horny for Gojo its almost funny

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[selfindulgentpixies]

Blood upon the snow: chapter 1

Vampire!Gojo x gn!reader

You read that right folks, it's finally here. Or part of it is anyway. I decided to split my vampire Gojo fic into several parts just because feed back really helps me stay inspired and I'm not sure how long this potential beast of a fic will take me to finish otherwise in all honesty. I've put a lot of work into this fic so far. probably one of the most refined things i've written.

CW: canon typical violence, blood drinking (you know vampire stuff),GN!Afab!reader, reader isn't a blank slate but I still hope you will enjoy putting yourself in their shoes, reader is a hunter(the normal kind), Sukuna is here and he's his own warning. Potential for vampire politics in a future parts if i'm feeling crazy, past satosugu (what you thought i'd be able to leave suguru out of this?)

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It had been years since it happened but you’d never forget it. The winter had been a particularly harsh one and you’d heard the adults talking about bandit attacks being on the rise due to scarcity. Your mother had soothed you and told you nothing would happen though. That you'd get safely from one city to the next. She’d been wrong. 

A merchant caravan was far too tempting a target with all the potential goods on board. From the food to all the valuables carried within. You’d been asleep when it happened, curled up safely in your mother’s lap the both of you wrapped in warm furs and being gently rocked by the movements of the carriage. You were meant to make it to the next major settlement by noon the next day. But right now the moon hung high in the sky, bright enough to to be seen through the thin cloud cover. The world outside was all shimmering shades of blue and white under the winter moon’s silver gaze. 

The silence of the snow muffled night is cut sharply by a scream followed by a loud crack of splintering wood echoing through the air, likely from the back of the caravan. You wake groggily in your mother’s arms, dazed and confused as she sets you down on the seat so she can look out one of the carriage’s windows toward the front where your father was at the reins. A wet thump, followed by a scream from your mother. More screams, seemingly from all around, cries from adults scrambling to issue orders. Then your carriage veers, the horses startled by the chaos.

 You’re knocked from your seat, tiny body tumbling across the carriage when something suddenly rams into its side, sending it over and off the path. The world goes dark, you’re not sure for how long. When you come to the caravan isn’t immediately in sight though the screams seem to echo all around you. When you finally catch sight of an orange glow in the distance your eyes are able to focus on something much closer as well. A dark shape lying in the snow, red slowly spreading around it. No. Not it. Her. Your mother. There’s several figures in the distance backlit by the distant chaos approaching but you can’t tear your wide eyes from your mother. You begin to crawl toward her when her eyes suddenly fixate on you. “Run.” You freeze. With more strength she speaks again. “Run.” The figures in the distance grow closer. “I said RUN.” 

You stumble up to your feet then. A step backward. 

“RUN”

And you do. Turning on your heel to stumble through the forest. You hear shouting then but you don’t listen to it. Can’t listen to it because you need to listen to your mother. Her face in that moment seared into your mind. Cold air burns through your throat and lungs as you push yourself to run. To where you had no idea. You didn’t know these woods. You’re quick though, like a little rabbit, running with fur boot clad feet you barely sink into the snow at all while your pursuers stumble and sink through the deep drifts of snow. Too heavy to be supported by the shimmering shell that is the snow’s top layer.

You keep running long after you stop hearing their crashing footsteps and shouts. You keep running until you can’t. You collapse, coughing, lungs burning from the effort and cold. You curl into a ball right there beneath the canopy of pines. You’re not sure how long you lie there, but eventually somehow silent and without sinking into the snow at all a pair of boots appear in your line of sight. You weakly turn your face to look up, your lashes and cheeks decorated with jewels made of frozen tears

A person.. Are they really a person, they seem too beautiful to be a person, it’s as if the moon took human form and came to earth. They kneel down in front of you, expression solemn as they reach out to brush away some of the frozen tears before cupping your tiny face in their large hands. Their hands are nearly as cold as the snow you’re laying upon. All you’re really focused on now though are their bright blue eyes, not just bright but glowing. You attempt to speak but no sound comes out of your raw throat. 

“Shhh… Don’t try to speak.” The voice is deep yet melodic, you think it might be soothing if you weren’t so numb. The deepness of the voice at least makes you think they’re a man of some kind even if not a human one. He picks you up and bundles you into his coat. You gaze up at him as he carries you, where to, you have no idea but you can’t seem to care in your current state, so instead you gaze up at him. His eyelashes like the snowflakes that fall around you as they dust over his cheeks with each blink. 

You’re apparently not the best listener  because you weakly croak out a question. “Are you an angel? Did I die..?”

He pauses mid stride and glances down at you, crystalline eyes wide. Then he laughs, the action jostling you against his chest. “Now that’s a new one.” He adjusts his hold on you and continues. “You don’t need to worry about what I am and no you didn’t die.” His solemn expression has been replaced with a soft one. Lips gently curving at least for a moment and gaze soft before he looks ahead. “No more talking from you, you need your rest.” 

You don’t need to be told again as your eyelids feel heavy. The exhaustion from before settling over you like a blanket, wrapped in this strange man’s coat and being gently rocked by his steps you drift off. 

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You stare up at the ceiling of your small room, blinking away sleep. It’s been years since that night and yet you still dream of it. You roll from your cot, immediately stuffing your feet into a pair of slippers. It was beginning to get cold out, the chill always bringing with it the dreams. Not that it was winter yet. Instead of a world dusted in white the world outside was a fiery palette of reds, oranges and yellows. 

You wander your way to the small kitchen where your grandmother sits with a cup of tea clutched between her weathered fingers. “You slept in.” It’s simply an observation not an accusation. “That’s not like you. Normally you’re up before the sun, not well after it.” 

You reach for the pot of tea and pour yourself a cup, happy to cradle the warmth in your hands. You hum. “And yet you didn’t come to wake me.” 

Your grandmother hums in turn then, it was a response you picked up from her after all. “Of course not. You need to get more rest or you’ll burn yourself out. You’ve spent nearly everyday in the woods either hunting or gathering other supplies.” 

“I need to make sure we’re both taken care of. It’s predicted to be a harsh winter. This fall has already been particularly cold.” You blow on your tea and sit across from your grandmother. 

“We already have more than enough smoked and dried meats to get through the winter.”

“And the extra can go around to others in the village who need it in that case. If not that I can take it to trade in the larger towns for other supplies we might need. You know, like your medicine. OW!” You yelp as she gives your leg a thwack under the table with her cane.

“Watch your tone,” She replies, both hands returning to her cup to raise it to her lips for another sip. “And stop worrying so much about me. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself still.” 

You grumble and rub at your leg. “Stubborn old bat…” you mumble beneath your breath. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing~” You sip at your tea as she narrows her eyes at you. 

Before she’s able to say anything more there’s a knock at the door, drawing both of your attention. “Expecting someone today?” You ask her as you begin to get up and go to the door. 

“Not at all.”

 Not that it was abnormal for people to stop by for any number of reasons in a village like this. What wasn’t normal was when you looked through the peephole and saw one of the lead elders had stopped by your home unannounced. You open the door quickly and step to the side so your grandmother can see who it is. 

“Now to what do I owe the visit, Gakuganji? The elders council isn’t meant to gather until the end of the week.” Your grandmother was technically on the council though she was the current youngest member to be welcomed on. Meanwhile she’s said before that she remembers Gakuganji being old already while she was young.  Honestly you can’t imagine this fossil ever being young anyway.  

“There’s an urgent matter that I need to discuss with you.” He says to your grandmother while his eyes flick pointedly toward you. 

You raise your hands in mock defeat. “Alright alright I’ll make myself scarce. Just give me a minute to get properly changed, old man.” This earns you a glare from Gakuganji and a snort from your grandmother as you head back to your room. Soon enough you’re dressed and heading out the door, grabbing your bow and quiver as you go. Your hunting knife already secured to a belt at your waist. Admittedly you’re curious about what could be so urgent that it would bring Gakuganji here, especially when as your grandmother had said there was to be a regularly scheduled meeting of the elders from the various villages at the end of the week. 

You stretch and breathe in the crisp air. Glancing toward the sky you realize just how late you actually had slept in and feel a bit mortified. Your grandmother had really let you sleep in well past noon. You grumble and go to bundle up one of your kills from the previous day onto the back of your horse to bring to the city to sell. You really did need to go and get more medicine for your grandmother anyway. 

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It’s grown dark once you’re on your way home. The days grow shorter and shorter giving way to long nights. You didn’t mind it much. There was a certain peace that came with it, though while on the roads  you didn’t allow yourself a false sense of security. It’s why even when you weren’t hunting you always had your knife and bow. It’s a habit that’s saved your life on more than one occasion, both from creatures of the night and simple brigands who think you’d make an easy target. 

Something is wrong tonight. You feel it in the air. Everything is too quiet and when the forest is quiet it often means something dangerous is around. You pet your horse’s neck, aiming to soothe it. That’s when not far ahead you see a figure on the road. You slide your bow off your shoulder, your free hand poised to grab for an arrow if you need it as you steer your horse with your thighs. Not that it needed guidance on the path home which you’ve taken hundreds of times.

“So even rabbits can bare their teeth, hmm?” The figure speaks without looking at you. His voice is deep and dripping with amusement. “Put that arrow away before you get hurt, human. I have no business with you”

A shiver goes through you at the words. Human. Your horse stops and refuses to go forward. Your horse that’s encountered all sorts of beasts and kept its nerve. When you don’t say anything the man looks over at you, his eyes are crimson and his face is adorned with tattoos. You know who he is even without having ever seen him in person. You press your lips into a firm line. Sukuna the vampire lord from a distant land. His territory brushed precariously with the Vampire lord who called your own lands home. Two vampires who were closer to gods than anything walking this earth truly ought to be. Crystalline blue eyes and a snowy night flash through your mind’s eye.

You at least know better than to question his presence out loud. But still you don’t avert your gaze and his eyes narrow.  Suddenly he is much much closer, making your horse rear back in panic, knocking you off before it lets out a sound of fear and runs off into the woods, leaving you on your back on the dirt road. 

“Perhaps your beast is smarter than you are.” 

You let out a hiss of pain before opening your eyes and looking up.  He’s standing above you, crimson eyes gazing down at you unimpressed. Fear pricks across your skin and keeps your mouth shut. After what feels like an eternity he snorts and suddenly you feel as if you can move again. You scramble to your feet and look away. Years of experience have told you not to take your eyes off a predator and give them an opening lest they rip out your throat but your instincts say to stop meeting his eyes and get away. You think your instincts have the better of it this time.

“Now you show sense,” His tone is incredulous. Now that you’re looking away from his face he begins to walk past you. He pauses when he’s right beside you. “You should be grateful I’m in a good mood tonight.” And like that he’s gone.  

The encounter leaves you shaken and without a ride. You curse and shakily gather up anything that fell off your horse with you before heading home. Hopefully your horse would find their way back home just fine and wouldn’t get picked off. You’d worry about them being stolen if they liked anyone but you.

You debate the whole way home if you should tell your grandmother that you encountered Sukuna. Would she even believe you? And if she does, what can she do with the information? Bring it up to the other elders at the end of the week? Or maybe Gakuganji is still at the house… Your whole face sours like you just drank bad milk. That old man wouldn’t believe you. There’s no way.

You’re incredibly surprised then when you crest the hill to the village and see chaos. People rushing around everywhere, loading carriages and preparing livestock to move. You break into a run toward your home. This had to do with the elder’s visit, there’s no way it wasn’t related. When you burst through the front door and into the kitchen you’re surprised to find your grandmother much like you had this afternoon when you’d gotten up. Though this time she’s smoking instead of drinking tea. Blue grey smoke curls into the air from the intricately carved pipe.

“Grandma, what’s going on? Why is everyone panicking and why’re you just sitting here?” 

A deep inhale and the end of the pipe shines bright with embers casting the old woman’s face in orange light before she sighs out a plume of smoke and sets the pipe down against her little wooden ashtray. “I told the villagers they need to evacuate.” 

Your brows furrow together and dread begins to tighten your chest. “But why? What did the old fossil say, and don’t try and say it’s unrelated.” 

She snorts. “Don’t let him hear you call him that…” she ignores your mumbled ‘you call him that all the time’ and sighs deeply. “You’re aware that we fall within a vampire lord’s domain correct?” 

You’re a bit taken aback but you nod. “Lord Gojo oversees this territory and the vampires within it.” Not that he exercised any direct power over the human population. Not in a ruling sense anyway. 

Your grandmother nods. “The people of his territory are lucky. He’s benevolent as far as vampire lords are considered. He limits the hunting of vampires within his territory and protects us from outside threats.” She pauses, seeming to think for a moment. “He even saved you and brought you home to me without asking for anything in return.” 

You’d started to brew tea as she spoke, needing to direct your attention somewhere to control the dread, but now after lowering the kettle over the flames in the hearth you look at her. Really look at your grandmother, frail and forlorn but with a slightest hint of a smile on her face.

“Imagine my shock when he showed up at my door with you bundled up tight. By the time he brought you home I’d heard tell of what happened to the caravan, I’d assumed you’d been lost. But there he was with you, rosy cheeked and cared for. You’d been missing until you were able to tell him who your family were… “

You sit across from her, wondering where she was going with bringing up this story. “I don’t really remember much other than when he found me to be honest..” 

“I’m surprised you remember that much.. Truly though I’d expected him to ask for something in return. Perhaps even ask for you once you were of age.”

You choke on nothing at her words and your cheeks flush with heat. “Grandma! That isn’t funny.” Your voice is indignant.

“It’s not meant to be,” she says seriously then sighs. “My point is we’re lucky. He mostly leaves us all be despite his eccentric whims. That isn’t something many who live within a vampire lord’s territory can say. Afterall when I was growing up I fled from the territory of one who was far more malevolent.” 

Lord Sukuna. Your encounter on the road flashes through your mind. Things are slowly clicking into place in your mind. 

“Lord Gojo has been challenged to a battle by Lord Sukuna.” She folds her hands on the table in front of her, the weight of her words creating a pit beneath you that threatens to swallow you whole. You'd heard the stories of how those who lived within his domain lived or died based on his pleasure of displeasure. 

“On the road tonight-” you begin but your grandmother cuts you off.

“This is why the village is evacuating. We’re too close to where the battle is to take place. Though some are going to go further than others. If Lord Sukuna wins, who's to say how quickly all our lives will be thrown into chaos. If he’ll decide to try and take over or if this is simply a game to test his power.” 

You chew your lip. “Okay if that’s the case why aren’t you preparing to leave as well?” 

She makes an incredulous sound. “Please, you know how my health is. I’m staying here, I won’t be run off from my home by him again. I told the villagers to evacuate so they can make their own choice. Mine is to stay here.” 

You stare in disbelief. Maybe you shouldn’t be shocked considering this small village basically sprung up around your grandmother after she settled here. But still to just stay and wait for whatever happens… 

The kettle begins to whistle and you push away from the table to get it. To prepare you both steaming cups of tea. 

“My question then, oh grandchild of mine, is what will you do?” 

Your hands tremble slightly as you pour each of you a cup. “How long do we have, do you know?”

“Two nights from now on the harvest moon.” 

“Thats-” 

“Incredibly short notice? I imagine Sukuna is forcing lord Gojo’s hand for it to be so sudden. Fight him on that night willingly or he’ll simply begin wreaking havoc in his domain regardless and force him into a confrontation that way.”

“And i really can’t convince you to leave…?” 

“No. I decided years ago that I would live out my life here in this village. If it’s to end in a blaze of glory during a battle of titans? Then so be it.” 

You tightly clutch at the tea cup in your hands. There’s an unspoken ‘you won’t take that away from me will you?’ that hangs in the air between the two of you. And you won’t. Despite how much it pains you, you won’t take that away from the woman who’s given you so much over the years. 

—

In the end you’d left. You stayed longer than most, until the autumn sun was high in the sky, uncaring of the destruction that was sure to be wrought that night. Hadn’t the sun realized that a day like this was meant for storms and gloom? But you’d stayed until your grandmother urged you out the door. You’d wanted to drag her with you but if her final wish truly was to live and die in this village you couldn’t take that away. 

You didn’t go far. Only as far as you had to, something in you deciding that you’d bear witness even if from a distance. The powers at play were hard to comprehend. Two beings who appear to be but mere men but with power so immense that you think your grandmother’s description of titans failed to convey it fully. You imagined this is what it was for gods to clash. 

The night is old when all seems to have settled and you make your way toward the battlefield. Your intention was merely to see what was left of your home and if your grandmother perhaps still lived. You don’t make it that far though under the harvest moon’s orange red glow. Instead halfway through a scorched field you find him. Pale form covered in ash and blood, once brilliant blue eyes staring dully at the night sky above. 

Your breath stutters in your chest. Part of you wishes you could say you hesitate but you don’t. You move to the vampire lord’s side, gently going to your knees by his head. There’s no reaction, not at first anyway. But then dull eyes slowly move toward you. Even still you knew he was dying. If nothing was done he was going to die just like you would have in the snow all those years ago if he hadn't found you.

You draw your hunting knife from your belt, the worn handle carved from the antler of your first kill making it feel like an extension of yourself. You stare at it and its glinting blade, kept meticulously sharp and clean by you, before glancing back down at the man who’d saved you. You weren’t sure if this would even work but you felt you needed to try. Cold steel cuts into the back of your wrist cleanly. You let out a hiss between your teeth at the feeling, and then watch mesmerized by the blood welling to the surface. 

With the knife tucked away you slip one hand beneath his head and then lower your bleeding wrist to his lips. At first he doesn’t react. Instead your life simply flows passively past his lips. “Please… I never got to thank you,” Your plea is quiet. 

You feel it then, his lips moving against your skin. His lashes flutter before his eyes seem to gain a hazy sort of focus, different from the dullness of moments prior. You press your wrist more firmly to his mouth and you feel his tongue laving over the cut in your wrist. The action surprising you both as something unfamiliar in itself but also in how it soothes the stinging wound. Then like a steel trap being triggered his hands fly up and grab your arm securely before his mouth fully latches onto your wrist, fangs cleanly piercing your flesh as if you were nothing more than a ripe summer peach. You cry out, both from the sudden sting of pain and the abruptness of his action. You don’t try to yank away, instead curling forward, the hand that was once supporting his head going to the ground to curl into the soil. You pant, your face directly above his with your eyes closed tight. The pain is fading as quickly as it started, numbness taking its place similar to when he’d licked the cut you’d made. Your eyes flutter back open and for the first time the eyes you remember from that winter night meet your own. Crystalline as they hold your gaze even as it grows hazy. 

You wonder then if you were trading your life for his. If he would drink you dry with every pull of your blood past his lips. You don’t think you’d mind that since your time had been borrowed from him anyway. You sway even on your knees and begin to fall forward. It’s only distantly that you note him releasing your wrist before everything swims out of focus. __

Ba-thump

“Gojo! You’re alive! We thought- .. who is that?” 

Ba-thump

“I don’t have time to explain. Get Shoko-”

Ba-thump

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And there you have it folks! And i used dividers for the for the first time. Nothin too fancy but I felt this deserved it. I would love to hear if you guys enjoyed this and what your favorite part/s were. This fic is sorta my baby. It's somthing I'll work on when the mood strikes because I want to do it right and put a lot of love into it. I'm really trying for those gothic romance vibes. Also sorry Gojo wasn't in this chapter a ton but I really needed to set the scene and tone of this story.

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Are you looking for a vampire? (vampire!Gojo x fem!reader) (SFW)

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Author's note: I've never written vampire Gojo before and I haven't even seen too much of fics with him as a vamp. So I wanted to try something new since I love vampires and I love Gojo.

Also huge thanks for my lovely @ladycheesington as always <3

warnings: mentions of blood but other than that it's pure flirt and fluff

wordcount:1.7K

Big yawn and an even bigger stretch eased your pain. It was dark, late at night but you were still working on the research. As a journalist at a famous newspaper you had to sacrifice your sleep from time to time. You never complained, though, because you loved your job, your coworkers and surprisingly you had a wonderful boss. 

Supernatural stories of yours made into a series in the magazine. Your readers loved your work and nudged you for a while to come up with something about vampirism. Weeks, even months have passed and you kept searching for any proof of their existence.

As you were walking down the street you felt like someone followed you. The bit of a rainy night, the chilly wind and your lack of sleep made you think your mind played a game with you. 

The key slid easily into the lock and heard that clicking sound before opening your front door. As you stepped in you took off your shoes and placed your umbrella into its holder a funny feeling rushed through your body.  “I’m so tired.” you mumbled as you walked into the living room and turned on the lights. 

Crystal white hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes greeted you. Instantly you froze in your action as the shock took over your body. You wanted to scream or run away but instead you stood still without a slight move. A few seconds passed when you grabbed your phone in your pocket and tried to dial the number of the police. Before you were able to hit the call button the device simply disappeared from your palm. Your eyes widened and your lips parted. 

“I’ve heard you were looking for a vampire.” the raspy voice broke the tense silence and you snapped your head to the unknown man. The second you noticed your phone in his hand you frowned. “Okay, this is interesting.” you thought to yourself. 

“Who are you?” you breathed heavily. “What do you want? Why are you in my home and how did you get in and…” you kept shooting all the questions without a break. 

“Easy.” he chuckled. “As I said I’ve heard you were looking for a vampire, so  thought I would visit you.” 

Insanity? Probably. But you walked slowly to your desk, grabbed your laptop and placed it on the table before you took a seat right in front of the unknown handsome man. “I swear I’ll be so ashamed if he’s going to kill me.” you thought.

“Are you trying to say you are one of them?” you frowned.

“I’m not trying, I am literally saying that.” he smirked and flashed his fangs slightly. Your eyes widened and you gulped big. 

“Well, I might regret this but would you give me an interview then? First you could start with your name…” you clicked your tongue but regretted it instantly. Maybe giving an attitude to a vampire wasn’t the best idea. On the other hand he just chuckled and nodded. 

“I’m Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you.” 

After a few minutes of basic and boring questions, such as how old is he, where he comes from etc, you asked him about his past. Gojo surprisingly answered every question you asked him. He talked for hours about his home, he described the centuries he lived in with so much detail it amused you. 

“You’re telling me you were turned in the 1700s?” your eyes widened. 

“Exactly. It was a messy night. I was drunk and reckless and blinded by those big, fat boobs.” he cleared his throat. “I mean I was tricked…”

You pulled a slight smirk while shaking your head a bit. “Power of the boobs.” you whispered.

“You know I can hear you, right?”

“Sorry.” you felt as the blush crawled upon your face.

After talking about the 1700s he stopped out of the blue.

“Why did you stop?” you looked up at him confused. You noticed him staring at your neck like a beast gazes at its prey. “Uhm, it would be a shame if you killed me now.” you tried to hide your nervousness. “You know, before I publish your story and all…”

“I would never hurt you, darling.” he growled. 

“Will you continue? I think we just got to the end of the 1700s.”

“No, not tonight.” he slowly stood up and pushed back the chair. The confused look on your face made him chuckle. “I won’t tell you everything at once, so I can see you tomorrow night too and the day after.” he smirked. 

You blushed from head to toe, you had no idea what was gotten into you but this crystal white haired man definitely had an effect on you. 

***

The next night you were more eager than you expected. You were sitting in the living room waiting for the vampire. Excitement and fear were mixed in your mind and you had to admit it was going to be harder to handle than it seemed in the beginning. Sweaty palms rested on your thighs, slightly squeezing your own flesh and hoping to ease the tension. Then like a flash of light he appeared in front of you, sitting on the chair lazily once again. 

“Shall we start?” he crossed his legs as he laid back in his seat. 

The upcoming nights seemed exactly like this. You were sitting and waiting for him. There was one thing, though, that kept changing night by night. The feeling of enjoyment. The euphoria he gave you every single time he appeared in your home. You started to feel more and more comfortable around him. He never even once showed any sign of threat, he always acted polite and gentle and maybe he flirted a bit but you weren’t sure about that. 

The realization hit you hard when you noticed it was supposed to be the last night you met him. The story, his story, was about to come to an end. You didn’t want that at all. 

“Hello, beautiful.” he greeted you with his typical sweet smile, flashing his mesmerizing blue eyes at you. “Before we start I have a question I need to ask.” 

You nodded without any words. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he said it as if it was all natural to ask.

“Excuse me?” your eyes widened.

“I like you and you like me too.” he shrugged.

“How do you know that I like you?” you raised one of your eyebrows.

“Oh, drop the act, sweetheart. I can hear your heartbeat. It speeds up the second you see me, whenever I smile at you or compliment you. Oh, just like now. It’s really sweet, you know.” he kept teasing. 

“Okay, okay, fine. Stop it, please.” your cheeks became as red as a tomato. 

“I take it as a yes.” he chuckled as he reached his hand out for you to take. 

***

There was a huge ferris wheel in the city with cabins which seemed like the perfect place for a date. While you were sitting in it he told you the rest of his story. The way he got into this city and how he heard about you. You tried to focus on his words, you really did try but couldn’t take your eyes off his pinky rose lips. The single thought of feeling his lips against yours drove you wild. Gojo noticed it and playfully made a joke.

“You should take some notes, darling. but you can taste my lips later, if you still want to.” 

Suddenly you choked on the air and cleared your throat. “I wasn’t looking at them like that.” you snapped back. But you both knew it was a lie. You were definitely looking at them like that. 

Satoru leaned so close you could smell his minty breath. “You sure?” he whispered. His words sent shivers down your spine and you lost it. With one quick move you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips against his. His lips tasted just as you imagined if not even better. The second you felt his tongue entering your mouth a soft moan escaped you which encouraged him to keep going. 

After a few sloppy kisses the ride ended you had to leave the cabin. Satoru kept silent but frowned his fingers with yours and you walked to a park hand in hand. 

Billions of thoughts were rushing through your mind when you arrived at a bench and you decided to sit down. The charming vampire kept talking and talking, adding bits of details to the story to be full. A slight smirk crawled upon your face as you started to draw little circles into his palm. Satoru read you like a book, he knew what you were thinking about.

“Are you really sure about this?” he leaned so close he was able to lick your neck. 

“Please!” you begged as you tilted your head a bit, giving him more access. 

At first it felt painful and weird but just a second later the uneasy feeling was replaced with joy and pleasure. You couldn’t help but moan into the night as he kept sucking gently on your neck. Everything happened so quickly you didn’t even realize when it was already over. 

Not even a single drop escaped, he savoured all of it. Maybe the adrenalin, maybe the lack of sanity but you wanted to kiss him more than anything. And so you did. You kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss, an aggressive one and you still tasted your blood on his tongue. 

Even if you were ready to spend the night with this charming vampire he appeared to be a gentleman. 

“We should stop before I lose my control, darling.” he broke the kiss and laid back a bit. 

“What if I want you to lose control?” you teased as you bit his lower lip. A dangerous growl escaped his mouth. His super speed allowed him to take you home in a heartbeat. 

Before you even realized you were laying on your bed and were about to experience how a vampire acted when he lost his control. 

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[phoenixisdabestwriter]

"You... wish to seek shelter from me?"

Lightning flashed, revealing the way the vampire's, Satoru as you had recently learned his name, eyes glinted in the light as they peaked out from the strands of his white hair, a shade too bright blue that it almost blinded you, in a sense. You flinched, looking away from the vampire lord, your hands wringing into the fabric of your long jacket.

"I... I am terribly sorry, my Lord." You stammered, taking a step back. "I just... I just need a place to stay for the night and then I'll be out of your hair-"

"You're not even afraid of me?" He asked, his voice sounding quite coy. "Are you new here? Don't you know what I am?"

You nodded, trying to will your hands to stop shaking but your nerves were too high wracking your body in a way that was hard to subdue.

"I-I do." You managed to say, still not looking at him. "But, I'd prefer to find shelter in the rain with you than with my... previous companions."

Satoru cocked his head to one side, leaning forward until he was but a hairsbreadth away from your face. His eyes darted to your neck, wondering what it would it be like to pierce the supple flesh.

"Oh really...?" He asked quietly, sounding rather amused. "And why would you want to stay with me? I'm sure you know what I do with my guests."

"I can... be of use to you." You said, looking back at him and flinching when you felt his nose brush against yours.

You took several steps back, feeling quite flustered as you stared at the handsome and infamous man that was the Vampire Lord, Satoru Gojo. You were a bit taken aback when his eyes darkened slightly.

"You can be of use to me?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave in a way that nearly had you swooning, despite the danger.

It was no wonder that vampires were like the temptuous snakes that snuck into the Garden of Eden.

You nodded slowly. "I... have information that I believe you'd find relevant."

"How interesting." Satoru opened the door wider, a smirk on his lips, which revealed his sharp fangs. "Please, come in. Let us discuss this over some cool wine and hot broth, hm? I'm sure we can make an excellent partnership."

The way he said that last word with several different implications sent a shiver up your spine.

"Thank you, my Lord." You said, bowing your head.

"I am glad to be of service to those on my land. In whatever means necessary."

#writing #writer #original writing #writblr #mod speaks #author speaks #x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #vampire gojo #Not my best work but I just wanted to write something for the concept #will probably make a part 2 to do this idk

[akicult]

contains…vampire!gojo. bf!gojo. kissing. blood sucking. maybe dubcon (?). lovedrunk!gojo. not proofread. drabble.

“will it hurt?”

your loving gaze and pinched eyebrows was enough to pull your boyfriend into a trance, mapping every inch of your soft skin—so full of life and body so warm underneath his, gojo couldn’t help but feel the buzz of excitement.

his eyes—so bright and blue you could almost see your reflection in them alone—softened at your quiet plea. he knew you were nervous.

his cold, pale fingers brush against your warm cheek as he hums, “a little.” he plants a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “do you trust me, baby?”

your legs wrap a little tighter around his waist, locking him in place before you nod wordlessly to give him your answer, despite the fact that he could feel and hear your heart pumping quicker in your chest.

“h-how badly?” you murmur, frown significantly growing and he couldn’t help but chuckle just a little.

“not too much. it’ll feel like a pinch,” he takes your chubby cheek between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing softly just to watch you grin. “and then you’ll get a little lightheaded. but i’ll be with you the whole time, sweet thing.”

he just has so much patience when he’s with you. he’s grown to move at your own pace—and maybe it’s because he’s been alive for so long that he hasn’t felt any need to rush through things.

and well, he may love you a lot, but gojo is a bit of a liar.

he knows you well enough to know just how sensitive you are, physically and emotionally. and he knows well enough that even the softest nibble—even with his dull teeth—causes you to squirm.

so he can predict how you’ll react very well. and in some ways, that excites him a little more then it should.

“what if you take too much?“ you say nervously.

his head shifts to the side, white hair swaying momentarily. “doesn’t sound like you trust me, angel.”

you frown, taking in a deep breath. “n—i do!” your head lowers shyly, “‘m just nervous.”

his hand continues to cup your cheek, fingers sliding against your skin so softly it could lull you to sleep. he holds a small, closed-mouth smile to his perfect pink lips before he leans in and plants a much needed kiss to your lips.

your fingers card through his soft, white hair—fingernails sliding through his scalp to keep him close while your back silently arches into his chest. he held you close, and you could already feel yourself growing loopy just from his kiss alone.

when he pulls away, you feel significantly lighter.

“i promise, i wouldn’t do a thing to harm you. you’ll only feel it for a second. then it’s over, my love. all done.” gojo whispers, lowering his head to he could tilt and press gentle kisses to the opposite cheek he was holding.

your lip slides between your two teeth, and a small sigh escapes them. “‘kay. ‘m ready.”

you could feel the way his grin grew as his lips press against your cheeks, and the longer pop kiss he placed to your jaw made your body loosen.

his dazzling blue eyes meet yours again, but you were hardly paying attention to those. just the sharp, pearly white fangs he had on display as he smiled.

“i love you so much,” he coos, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat wash over you.

his thumb soothes little circles to the spot near your ear, his own long and thin, pale fingers cupping the side of your head when he lowers himself to your neck.

just a pinch. you repeat, not allowing your increase of nerves ruin his fun, even if he was utterly aware.

“just a pinch,” gojo whispers, almost like he could hear inside your mind—which, despite the majority of his abilities as a vampire; that was not one of them.

his breath fans your neck when you raise your chin allowing access to the chilling veins that litter your skin.

you smell so nice—whether it was perfume or just you.

your eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows pinching before you can feel it.

his teeth forcefully poke their way through your thick layer of skin, and you immediately seethe. legs that had been loose around his waist now wrap around him tight, pressing him against you.

“ah—” you quietly croak, arms tightening around him in a similar fashion all the while he felt like he was approaching heaven.

his teeth immediately sunk into your flushed, warm neck, blood washing straight through his body as he sucked and he could almost—nearly—moan just from the feeling.

he’s tasted many people in his life. and yet, not a single one comes close to just how you taste right now.

he knew you’d taste good. he thinks he could’ve bet his life on it.

your body rushes with this surge of energy, limbs so tense you were practically squeezing him to death, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“‘toru—ah—it hurts,” you whine, frown so prominent now that he’d likely feel remorse if he was able to see it.

and just like the wave of energy hit, you instantly feel your eyelids grow heavier.

your limbs fall loose, legs unraveling from his waist and just resting much like your arms. your body grew cold, little needles poking into your skin at a rapid pace. you could feel a faint sheen of sweat accumulating around your forehead, and your eyes open to reveal dizzy surroundings.

gojo feels like he’s on cloud nine. his body buzzes with a rush of life, growing and seeping into him deep while he savors every last drop you’re willing to give him—and he’s willing to take from you.

he may know this hurts, and feels weird—but he was not going to let you die. absolutely not.

“you taste so sweet, my love.” his teeth pull from your neck slowly, feeling your body twitch underneath him as he does.

when he finally separates away from your neck, he can immediately note just how paler you’ve gotten. that normal flush and warmth to your body was long gone, and your skin looks dull.

his blinding blue eyes scan yours—watching your eyelids fight to stay open and he can only smile.

his fingers smooth your hair just like you had done to him, rubbing the side of your head to soothe you—and when your head lulls to the side his smile grows.

the two deep marks in your neck looked so natural. he had only wished they would stay there forever. sure, he can mark and litter your skin as much as he wants with his lips—but this was an obvious tell that you were taken. off limits.

“how do you feel?” gojo asks softly, fully aware that you’re so out-of-it, you probably don’t even understand him at the moment.

your eyes were closed, limbs so weak you couldn’t even move if you wanted to.

“tired.” you moan weakly, leaning into his touch. he smiles, brushing his fingertips along the side of your cheek.

“i know, baby. but you did so well. so perfect. taste perfect.” he praises, and he knows if you were more conscious right now—and had the proper amount of blood in you—your face would’ve lit up and you’d be on fire.

“i did?” you ask softly, and he can’t help but lean down to plant short kiss to your cold forehead.

“you did. thank you, angel.” he grins, revealing deep red lips and stained teeth.

i don’t do kinktober but i really wanted to write this LOL. i’ve never written anything like this either so i hope it was at least a little okay

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[noroi1000]

Honored One Shot no. 6 - @deadlytemptress

"Batty~"

•°NSFW with vampire Gojo°•

"Do you want to play again, Little Batty~?" you murmured, placing your hand on his head as he placed his cheek against your shoulder.

His chest was pressed against your back as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

"I'm not a bat." he said into your skin.

"Vampires can usually turn into bats."

"Only in the movies."

"You can fly and you don't have wings. But as a vampire, you're Batty. You don't turn into a bat, but a white bat with black glasses is what you would be. Or a cat."

"Just call me by my name, baby."

"Does Batty bother you?"

"No, but I'm not a bat."

"If you say so..." you murmured. "But sometimes you are like a bat."

"And what about this?" He said with a smile.

You saw his sharpened fangs.

"If you're hungry, I'll let you bite me if you admit you're like a bat."

"You are unfair. Little Girl-Boss~." He pressed his nose to your neck.

"And you are always hungry." You laughed and pointed to the light bite marks on your neck. "I'll bleed out if you don't stop. You're eating me and normal food."

"I can eat you now if you want~" he whispered in your ear as his hands reached for your hips.

"And you won't bite my thigh? Somehow I don't believe it." You turned to him and placed your hands on his cheeks.

His lips kissing your wrist.

You were surprised that you were still alive with his hunger pangs.

He then either eats everything in your fridge or reaches for you.

There are two ways for him to eat you.

One way is to drink your blood.

The second is to put your head between your legs.

If you agree, you can expect either his teeth under your skin as he drew your blood, or his head between your thighs.

Now he meant the latter. Because he reached your hips.

"Will you let your vampire eat you, queen?" He reached for your thighs with the same smile.

He lifted you to sit on the sink.

He stood in front of you, his fingers stroking your thighs as his mouth reached yours.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, dominating the kiss.

The fight between you for supremacy. Neither of you win or give up. Something that always turns into a wild, breathless kiss.

You ran the tip of your tongue lightly over his one claw, feeling the sharpened tip. But before you could hurt yourself, you pulled away, kissing the corner of his mouth.

To see his smile.

Light pink on his ears.

He pulled you to the end of the sink cabinet and reached over to take off your pants and panties.

Taking the fabric down to your knees.

And then he knelt down, spreading your thighs open so he could put his head in there.

You couldn't move your legs freely because of the pants and panties in your knees.

But what he meant was that your thighs would be around his head as he ate you like he had nothing else to eat.

Pulling you a little closer, he blew cold air over your sensitive core, watching the slight wetness that appeared.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, looking at you with those blue unnatural eyes.

Eyes that are so beautiful and inhuman. Because he's not human.

You ran your hand through his white hair, tugging lightly on the strands. He grunted into your thigh.

A sign that he likes it.

That he can be dominant, but you also like to be in control.

He loved your power bottom game.

The way you tug his hair lightly as he fucks you. Or you bite his neck or arm. It's like you scratch his back and leave red marks there. This is how you hold his hips telling him not to stop. The way you tell him about the pace he wants to give you.

There was such power in your words.

And he liked to be called a good boy while he did what you wanted.

All you had to do was tell him how you want him to fuck you and he did it.

His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, and you let out a contented sigh as his tongue found your hole, wriggling inside, teasing your walls.

As his lips covered your clit, you put your fingers in his hair, feeling him suck on your sensitive bud, holding your thighs in place.

But suddenly you pushed him away from you as you felt the prick caused by his tooth.

"No teeth... Toru..." you groaned, clearly feeling your pulse speed up.

He rested the side of his head on your thigh, with that smile that anyone can think of whether it's cute or irritating. Innocent or dark.

Simply put, his smile is unpredictable.

Nobody knows what that might mean.

But that smile suits him. Because your boyfriend is very unpredictable.

"Fine. No teeth." He chuckled but didn't turn his head back between your legs.

He stood up, lowering your pants and panties to your ankles.

Your legs now wrapped around his hips, with no way to escape from him.

But for Him it was a very comfortable position.

Your hips at his groin. Your legs wrapped around him with no way to change that position.

He took off his black T-shirt and licked his lips from the rest of your juices.

"I don't know which is better. Your blood or this." He said with a smile as he untied the drawstrings of his sweatpants to pull it down and let his hard cock out.

"No teeth." You said, placing your thumb on his lips, wanting to pull him into a kiss.

But he playfully caught your finger between his teeth, biting lightly.

"My dick has no teeth. But it bites when it sees my girlfriend's nice tight pussy."

He let you pull him into a kiss as you spread your thighs to give him a little more space.

He blindly found your entrance with his tip.

Pushing into you inch by inch.

You dug your nails into his muscular arms, feeling the stretch inside of you.

He also purred into your mouth.

like a cat...

He hadn't hit bottom, but he was already moving his hips back and forth, establishing a steady pace. Which you wanted to change.

"More..." you moaned into his mouth.

You wanted all of it.

"Deeper..."

He lifted your hips up, keeping you on his body as he stood.

Letting your body slide all the way down to his cock.

Moving that steady pace inside your walls. He let your hands run over his body. You could leave as many nail and finger prints as you wanted. he wanted it. For his beloved princess to do so. He moved his lips to your neck, his fangs scratching at the sensitive spot he had found. And he started to suck the little blood that appeared there.

"I love you..." he moaned between breaths as your thighs tightened on his hips, holding him close to you.

You placed your lips on his pulse in his neck. Feeling the pleasure.

Your fingers tugging at his hair as your other hand's nails grab your arm.

"M-More... Batty..." You moaned into his ear smiling. It sent a nice shiver down his spine.

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[rice5x]

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

#geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #art #illustration #gego #goge #vampire au #vampire gojo #priest geto

[greycaelum]

What about vampire gojo and reader, when some aristocrats critized her for her weird/unique looks? And tell her he’s only with her cuz shes too pretty and she doesn’t deserve it.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Thoughts}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings. Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose... His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (2.6k)/ bullying, racial profiling, light-heavy petting, obsessive bordering subtle yandere thoughts, feeding on blood, cuddling, use of power and authority over subordinates/ angst to comfort/ vampire Satoru is his own warning

❦︎ A/N: loved writing this ask, more thoughts about vampire au? I hope you liked this one too~

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

Like how no one fails to notice your appearance. Wherever you go, you receive long gazes that hold different thoughts.

Before Satoru turned you into a vampire, your lady-in-waiting had often mentioned how peculiar you look even as a human. Was it for your shining hair, your gleaming eyes that seems like the river of stars, or perhaps your skin that seem to sparkle in the moonlight? They often told you your features are closer to the nymphs residing in Soladrina—the floating plains of the gods and goddesses—than that of a human.

Satoru has never mentioned these and you never gave them attention. Surely, he never failed to tell you how beautiful you are but never did he make you feel that you are different from what you are supposed to be.

But your mate's normalcy to these so-called 'differences' doesn't apply to the eyes of society.

The Grand Duke has long foregone his social duties. Ever since the late Grand Duchess, it is known that the grand duchy has dropped all social appearances. With his father sick and bedridden; His Grace is often away for hunting or war there was no one to deal with such frivolous outings. And even if he was present, he has no interest. He's far more suited to the gore of war and the silence of his study than drinking tea and eating scones in the garden.

Then, there's you.

His butler mentioned starting to build relations with the other families. At first, you dropped the idea, with no title in your name it is unheard of to attend the banquets of the aristocrats. Moreso for a human turned vampire. The vast difference in status and race was quite a dilemma for you to suddenly step into the high society without looking as if you are using the Grand Duke's paramount reputation and influence.

But after Satoru brought you in the celebration of the winter solstice, conspicuously displaying his claim and palpable affection in public eyes, everyone just knew the wheels are turning. The very next day a mass of correspondence and invitations are pouring in.

Not for His Grace.

But for you.

It was no secret how the Grand Duke is devoted to the bone with his mate. It was just a matter of passing the mourning period of his father that he will name you his Grand Duchess. From his gestures, there is no question which fell hard between the two of you. All aristocrats are intrigued about what kind of lady captivated the cold-blooded warlord, for him to be so besotted to the bone. 

"Your Grace." You sighed at his pout, this petulant attitude has been going on for two days now. And from the looks of it, it will continue even more if you don't promise him something he likes. "I promised tomorrow, we'll go picnic with no more interruption."

The sight of your mate sulking isn't something to be underestimated.

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings.

Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose...

His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

"Get back here before twilight because you are not leaving my sight the day after tomorrow until you get tired of my face," Satoru growled in defeat. He was cursing the mailman who delivered the letter despite the rain. Running a hand over his hair in annoyance. You're his mate but it seems he's the one who least spends time with you. Where's the justice in that? Satoru muttered profanities in frustration.

"Is that a punishment, Your Grace?" You giggled, tapping the nose of your mate as he preys on your every move. "Because it sounds like a reward to me."

Satoru merely snorted and ever slowly let you withdraw from his arms to get ready. His eyes were glued to your figure as you put on your corset, pulling on the strings that confined the soft curves of your waist to the slenderness of your hips but the strings kept loosening.

A hand sneaks up to rub circles on your shoulder blade and the strings of the corset tug you making you stumble backward until you hit the familiar hard chest of your mate.

"I should just pull this, right?" Hot breath fanned your nape.

You faintly nodded. Despite how many times this moment repeats itself, it never fails to have you hold your breath feeling the strings tighten, forcing you to breathe out a sweet gasp and straighten up as Satoru hummed, knotting the strings into a bow and staring at the enticing curve of your pretty spine.

"Good girl." Satoru purred, his hand found your tights, caressing them as the two of you stare at the mirror, your unbearable flushed cheeks and legs clenched together whilst his devilish smirk as he nibbled your earlobe. "You're so sweet and soft to me Kitten," Satoru whispered as he toyingly bit the shell of your ears whilst keeping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling because of your knees wobbling from his caress.

"Milady? Can I come in?" A chamber keeper knocked hesitantly, trancing you out of a stupor.

If your mate's touch wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the embarrassment of the person outside hearing you and Satoru is sure enough to level you into a combusting mess.

"Are you alright Lady Y/n? For cold weather, your face is too flushed."

Lady Akari, one of the daughters of the nobles living within Albastru asked you. She's a quaint young lady who often keeps to herself unless spoken to. It just so happens she's standing close to you this time.

"Yes, I am alright. The layers of clothing are just a bit stuffy even for the cold weather." An amicable smile from you settled her and offered another cup of the chilled tea which you happily accepted and she talked to you about the new venture of her father that may interest you.

"If it isn't Lady Y/n. Are you alright Milady? You look pale, paler than a vampire usually is." A bratty voice came close from your back and a teenage girl with extravagant layers of expensive fur to keep her from the cold smiled at you but her foxy eyes spell trouble.

"Lady Minami... you look—" you paused and looked at her up and down before continuing. "—rather stuffy."

The lady frowned at your remark.

"Of course, Lady Y/n is paler. After all, she is still a newborn. For a banal human to adapt this fast in our nature, it must only be because of His Grace's venom." A cold voice emerged behind Minami. Lady Risa of the Kamo Clan looked at you with narrowed eyes. Her distaste for you was openly displayed. "Such an impure blood." The venom was dripping in the tone.

"That is not true! Lady Y/n has the most beautiful eyes than any of you." Lady Akari rushed to defend you but it only gathered much more attention in your corner thus you held her back and turned to the two girls picking on you.

It's not unusual for pure-blooded vampires to openly regard their distaste for turned ones like you. Vampires can be quite the purist when it comes to bloodlines. Seeing humans as nothing more than blood banks. Truly... It's a good thing Satoru isn't here or else you'll never hear the end of this.

Setting down your cup of tea you straightened your posture, looked at the two ladies, and tilted your head to the side with an unamused smile.

"What unrefined mouths you have. Is that how educated noble ladies behave? I would like to see the face of your tutors and show them their incompetence in teaching etiquette for raising brats like you who lack the class and decorum in a social gathering. Uncultured girls."

The surrounding spectators chuckled and the host immediately came to your corner asking about the problem.

"You dare run your mouth because you're His Grace's mate. You're just a figurehead no matter how you act like a noble lady." Lady Minami seethed. 

"It doesn't change I am the Lady of the Grand Duke you have been wanting over the years. I am the mate of the Grand Duke. If you have enough dignity and intelligence you will know how to behave around me. Future Countess."

Lady Risa glared at you with whole passion and turned her heel away.

"My Lady..." The host of the banquet looked troubled by the conflict and looked at you for leniency.

You nod and let the matter go. This is just but a scratch of how high society works. It is such a tiring thing to deal with calculations and machinations against each other. No wonder Satoru dislikes it to the core. You sat on the bench under the shade of a magnolia tree away from the party.

"Lady Risa was right. Doesn't Lady Y/n look too different from humans? I once visited the Eastern Continent and I've never seen a human that looks anything like her."

The girls gossiped behind your back, not knowing that you were listening behind the tree.

"His Grace, The Grand Duke must be blinded that's why he's so infatuated to her. Come to think of it, why would the Grand Duke even like a human? He's from the lineage of the Imperial Family with the purest royal blood. It must only be because of that bewitching face that he has fallen for her."

"Have you noticed? She came out of nowhere and the Grand Duke was totally in love with her. She must come from the race of witches and enchanted him."

A chuckle came from your side. Lady Mei-Mei swirled her red wine and looked at you.

"Gossiping won't bring gold in their pockets. Don't you think so Lady Y/n? Don't frown, unlike them, you're a rich woman. Money makes people sing and dance."

Your frown was relieved and replaced by a chuckle at her open greed for money.

If there is one thing about Lady Mei-Mei is that she's too attached to wealth. But that also makes her easier to hang out with. She is honest and efficient. The kind that will bring gold and information with every deal you make with her.

Satoru stared outside his window as your carriage entered the gates.

"Should I have the dinner served at the garden, Master?" Yuta noticed his Uncle's sudden interest in the window and surmised that you were back. His Uncle has no other interest aside from you so it has become easy for Yuta to know when you are around.

Satoru looked at the sky and saw the grey clouds brewing in. Promising a harsh thunderstorm for tonight. 

"Yuta." Satoru's eyes narrowed at the garden where different flowers are clashing on the blue roses flowers he specifically planted for his mate. Weeds. Satoru clicked his tongue.

"Yes, Master?" Yuta stiffened at the cold tone he was so familiar with.

"Some unsightly thorns are trying to prick what's mine..." Seems like there will be tongues that need discipline. Subordinates that dare to bite the hand of their master that feed them bring nothing but an omen. Seems like the garden needs some weeding.

The door to the study opened and your figure immediately diminished Satoru's dark thoughts. Yuta excused himself to prepare the dinner and left the two of you alone.

"Did you have fun?" Satoru started the fire in the hearth and sat on the couch, patting his lap for you to join him. Your sweet weight fitted perfectly on his lap as he bring the quilt up your belly ensuring you are snug and safe from the cold bite of the storm.

The drizzle of the rain started hitting the glass window but Satoru kept you cozy and warm near the fire, curled inside his arms. His lips rested on your head while your nose nuzzled against his chin. Preciously cradled away from problems and harm. Satoru brushed the stray hair on your forehead. No one would ever understand how much your existence means to his life. But that's alright, all he could ever truly care for is you and only you.

He could forget everything and just have you like this, satisfied and snuggled in his protective embrace. Everything fades in comparison in every moment he sees your smile.

"Lady Mei-Mei told me about a new business venture..." Your cheery voice dissipated the exhaustion in his mind. You talked and talked even while dinner is served in the room and everyone left for your privacy. Satoru kept you on his lap and took it upon himself to feed you while you told him about today's happenings.

"Mnnn, anything else you need to tell me, Kitten?" Satoru lazily drawled, watching you lick off the faint drops of blood after feeding a bit from his wrist. You're really like a kitten. He smirked darkly and waited for you to tell him what he's been waiting for. 

Your pretty eyes blinked in confusion and shook your head like an innocent lamb.

"Really?" So you're not gonna tell him? Too bad he saw everything with his eyes even if you do not tell him.

"Oh! I remembered." A pout formed on your lips. "We can't have a picnic tomorrow, the ground is wet from the rain. What should we do?"

"..." That's not what he wants to hear.

Satoru hummed and tucked you in his arms before standing up and walking to the connecting door leading to his bedroom chambers. Laying you on his bed and tucked you under the covers as he dropped a lingering kiss over your lips before closing the curtains to keep the lightning from startling you in your sleep.

"I will finish something and join you soon. Sleep for now. I'll think of something we can do tomorrow."

"Do you have to?" You brought the blanket higher to your nose until only your eyes are visible. "Can't we sleep already?"

If this is the usual matter Satoru would have foregone it and joined you in the bed, holding you in his arms as he stroke your head to sleep. but this is different. He smiled apologetically and kissed your forehead one last time before walking back to his study where Yuta was waiting, a stack of paper in the young man's hands.

"Master I have the list of ladies who offended the Lady during the tea party earlier." Yuta felt a little sorry for the date of these ladies. But his Master does not hold debts mercifully.

The lighting struck and the feral glint in Satoru's eyes glowed.

The weeds in the garden will have to suffer the torrential rain.

The quarterly gathering is a week away. Seems like their fathers will know what repercussions entail when they fail to discipline their daughters' mouths. Satoru never does light punishments. 

Only with pain, they will learn their lesson.

It's okay if you won't tell him how those women talked about you. But it doesn't mean he will let it go. No. He's not a gentleman nor is he a paragon. He is your mate and if anyone dares to prick or even hurt a strand of your hair means offence against him as well. 

Offence against him is the same as surrendering their head to the silver platter.

And you don't need to know about it. After all...

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[rossithepixie]

Well i meant for this to just be a quick warmup but i liked it so i cleaned it up a bit. Tis the season so have a tired vampire Gojo. (Yes i gave him bat wing nip piercings. I think he’d get a kick out of them)

Maybe i’ll add color later.

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more doodlesss

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