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hellavile · 17 hours

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‘ HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A BLACK WOMAN SCORNED. ’

₊˚♱ a one night stand finds suguru getou awakening into a blood thirsty vampire. desperate for information on this newfound mystery, he pursues a woman by the name of vice persephome, whom he’s concerned over his magnetism towards. as secrets slowly reveal, getou finds himself falling into the involuntary trap of the persephome bloodline.

𑄽𑄺 pairing; vampire!getou x black!fem oc.

𑄽𑄺 genre(s); vampire, fantasy, erotica.

𑄽𑄺 playlist; link.

𑄽𑄺 contents; 20+, mature themes, lowercase intended, vulgar language, smut, vampirism, violence, murder/death, generational curse, drug & alcohol usage, original characters aside from getou + satoru, dom/sub dynamics, angst, humor, obsessive and possessive tendencies, + more warnings will be added later on.

INDEX.

one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.

CAST.

VICE PERSEPHOME

GETOU SUGURU

SATORU GOJO

ALANI HAZEL

ARDEN PERSEPHOME

REED ANGELO

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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lovedrunkheadcanons · 3 months

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(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

RATED E

CONTAINS: Satoru x submissive virgin, Satoru x fem oc, married couple, wife receiving.

WARNINGS: smut, groping, fingering, dirty talk, oral, raw sex, consummation, blood, first time, crying, screaming, fluff, cute couple shit, love confessions, all the usual fixings.

For the next few days Hannah was patient. She did not jump at the first opportunity, choosing to set her plan in motion when Makoto was away visiting family. The housekeeper would be gone a week, leaving her and Satoru alone in the house. Just the two of them. No one else.

The clock on her dresser struck six o’clock. They had just eaten dinner - leftovers from last night - and allotted themselves some free time before bed. Hannah made all the necessary preparations; bathed, brushed her teeth, shaved her legs. She wanted this evening to be perfect. Perfect for him.

Now cleaned and freshened up, she walked into her closet where her wedding attire hung and lifted the first notch off her ikō, mindful not to let the rest of the rack topple over as there was little else keeping it together. She tilted the notch to one side. The uchikake slid out with ease and tumbled to the floor. The October sun had already set. Only a small paper lantern burned in the closet, capturing the silver threads and lilac wisteria in its light. The little wife gathered the precious garment in her arms and prayed for guidance.

She would wait another hour, but no more.

The hour had passed. Hannah stood outside his bedroom in the hallway. She was accustomed to them sleeping in her room, but that was about to change.

Mustering the courage, her knuckles rapped twice on his door.

“Satoru?” she squeaked.

Nothing at first.

Then the sound of shuffling footsteps.

The door slid open.

Satoru popped out, wearing matching grey sweatpants and tee, readers poised on the bridge of his nose. He must’ve been in the middle of reading something. His mouth stretched into a yawn.

“Hey you, I was just about to head over. Ready for bed?”

Hannah did not answer and looked down at the floor, blushing like mad. “N-not exactly.”

The confusion was apparent on his face. He didn’t understand. It was late. Why wasn’t she ready for bedtime? But it didn’t take long for him to realize what she was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn’t wearing. His Six Eyes saw right through the wedding kimono like crystal clear water.

Oh.

Feeling there was no time to waste, Hannah started to unloop the kimono, freeing the double knots she so expertly tied and untied a million times from poor nerves. Her hands shook feverishly. But just as the second tie came undone, she felt callused fingertips covet her own, halting their ministrations. She looked up to see pools of turquoise blue boring into her.

“We don’t have to do this, Hannah?” One hand moved to cradle the small of her back, holding her close. “There’s no rush.”

Hannah felt the urge to cry, but tried suppressing it. “Oh, I think we’ve danced around the subject long enough.” She smiled despite the emotion threatening to spill over. “Because you see, my darling, I’ve been a fool. A bloody, stupid fool.”

“A fool?” He stepped in to gingerly cup her face. “What makes you say that?”

The tears came freely. Hannah stared directly into his eyes; hazel colliding with blue, and did not mince words, voice carrying a shred of vulnerability.

“I love you, Gojō Satoru,” she said. “I was a fool not to see it sooner, but I’m willing to make it up to you. If you’ll have me.”

The Six Eyes wilder pressed a thumb to her lips, holding her into silence. Like the striking of a match, the smoldering of a flame, something awakened in his eyes she could not pinpoint, a light that could not be extinguished. Saying nothing, he wiped away her tears and lowered his hands to the drawstring of her kimono, whispering in an almost childlike voice. “May I?”

Obedient, Hannah let her hands fall to her sides as he tugged the knot, unraveling the uchikake he had gifted her from its silken chrysalis.

The wedding kimono dropped to the floor.

Hannah stood before him, naked as the day she was born. Like a sculptor assessing his fine handiwork, Satoru gave himself a moment of pause, eyes sloping over her breasts, nipples puckering from the sudden chill, nice and pink, the ones he’d been lusting after since he first saw her singing in the bath. His hands lifted to cup the supple mounds for himself, but not before he glanced to his wife for silent permission. Hannah gave a singular nod and gasped as one warm palm slipped underneath, gently bouncing the flesh up and down repeatedly, circling the pink bud with a calloused thumb. She was the perfect size, not too big, not too small. Exactly how he liked it, and his training regimen had worked wonders; His wife wasn’t a scrawny twig anymore. There was meat on them bones.

A beating pulse began throbbing between his legs the more he weighed her, stared at her. “Holy shit, Hannah, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…,” he lost his train of thought, coveting her other breast. “So beautiful.”

His fingers were positively electric, sending prickles down her spine, massaging both breasts in a manner she hadn’t considered. Whenever she happened to touch herself running a rag in the wash or dressing into a bra such touches elicited no effect, but the fact these were his hands made all the difference. She liked it. It felt good.

It felt right.

Finishing his assessment, Satoru relinquished his hold. Callused hands sought hers and gently pulled her towards his bed, turquoise blue eyes filled with insatiable desire. He sat her down along the edge and backed away.

He lifted his shirt.

Loosened the drawstring of his sweatpants.

Hooked the elastic of his boxers.

And as he removed the last article of clothing, Hannah turned to look away, retaining those last vestiges of innocence, but Satoru denied her.

“Hannah.” He said it softly like a reprimand. “Look at me.”

She drew a shaky breath and slowly inclined her head, forcing herself to see.

Her lips parted.

Hannah had studied the male anatomy in biology books, seen Michelangelo's David up close during a pilgrimage to Florence, but Satoru standing before her in all his glory stole her breath away. He was truly a sight. A living monument of corded muscle and chiseled abs and years of discipline combined with blood, sweat, and tears. Everything about him was a masterpiece. From the definition of his arms to the carved ridge of his v, prompting her gaze to wander to their joined axis.

Her eyes widened.

He’s big, she noted. Bigger than the average male, already red and very erect, muscles relaxing so blood could pour into the corpora and harden the spongy tissue inside. Hannah knew at this stage his heart rate had elevated significantly nor could he feel the sticky precum oozing out his penis. His balls had swelled to twice their normal size, brewing millions of tiny sperm preparing to travel through the ejaculatory duct, whereby they would mix with seminal fluids from the prostate and exit out his urethra in search of an egg during climax. (That was the clinical side of it, anyway). Where things got tricky depended on what followed afterwards because —

“We can’t use condoms,” she blurted, clasping her mouth, swallowing as she watched a dribble of precum drip to the floor.

If Satoru’s cock wasn’t throbbing so badly like a stallion cooped in a barn full of mares, he would've voiced his opposition. It’s not that they “can’t” use condoms. No, no, no. It’s that they “wouldn’t.”

Vaguely curious on what to expect, Satoru had skimmed the Church’s stance on marriage and sex, Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body, and why most forms of contraception were frowned upon, excluding NFP. While he saw the logic, he vehemently opposed the conclusions. Contraception and birth control had lifted millions out of poverty, gave women the freedom to work and make their own choices. To think otherwise was outdated as it was regressive. Perhaps a small, minute part of him believed Hannah would rebel against her religious views, but alas. They were going oh naturale whether he liked it or not, and if she fell pregnant, so be it. He was in no position to argue.

Satoru steadied himself.

“I’m gonna open you up first, alright?”

Hannah gave a nervous nod. “O-Okay.”

“If you want me to stop for any reason, let me know.”

She nodded again.

Satoru cradled her chin, eyes serious. “I mean it, Hannah,” he said, smoothing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I can get a little carried away sometimes. If there’s anything I do wrong, tell me.”

She held his steady gaze and folded her hands over his. “I trust you.”

Satoru pressed his forehead to hers and splayed his hand over her stomach. She shivered as he gently pushed her down on the bed, taking ownership of her hips, and settling himself between her thighs.

At once, his touch went from languid to worshipful, breath hovering over her chest like warm vapor, encouraging the shy nipple to respond accordingly and relax. With lustful ardor, his mouth overtook it, sucking and pulling on the pink bud, while using his left hand to fondle the other breast. She could feel his hardness rub against her stomach, hearing him moan in pleasure. Hannah was beyond starstruck. Never had she experienced anything like this before. The swirling of his tongue combined with his thumb tracing around her nipple had her pressing her head to the mattress.

In time, his hand gravitated towards the warm cove of her thighs, slowly prying the legs open more to untangle the dark web of curls, gently combing the hair. Hannah felt the need to hide her face, embarrassed that he wanted to touch her there; the one area she hadn’t shaved. A dark chuckle roiled from him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, wringing the curls. “You know how much I like playing with your hair,” his hand started to dip further inwards, “Unless…there’s something else you think I should play with.” A violent shudder became her as his fingers teetered closer and closer to the tender swell underneath. “Let’s have a feel, shall we?”

Before she could think, two of Satoru’s fingers slipped inside, curling ever so slightly to imitate what he was about to do with a different body part. Hannah shut her eyes, struggling to find breath as Satoru toyed and teased and smarted. He added a third finger and soon Hannah could feel his entire hand caressing her arousal, thumb and pinkie stroking the folds in slow, deliberate circles, while his three remaining fingers plunged in and out of her continually, pleasuring her as best he could till the flesh grew achingly sensitive. Hannah let out a pitiful whimper, rocking her hips to match his “come hither” rhythm in the hopes it would help alleviate the budding tension collecting at her navel.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Small trembles ran through her as he went deeper, her little moaning pants mingling with the slick sounds of him stroking for her most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred, feeling her clamp tighter and tighter around his fingers. He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin just below her ear. “Don’t fight it now…Ah, you’re going to cum any second…Yes, I can feel you cumming…my Hannah…my Hannah…my Hannah...”

An all consuming heat suddenly surged through Hannah’s body; her head, her breasts, her stomach, pooling down between her hips until she felt her entrance hold and release around his fingers like a heartbeat. A rush of moisture came to the forefront, coating the invasive digits in fresh wetness. After digging a little more, Satoru withdrew the soiled fingers and eagerly brought them to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled, cock panging for her in earnest. He welcomed the flood of endorphins to invade his brain and he licked each finger dry. Her very first orgasm was his for the taking, and it smelled and tasted better than anything he could’ve imagined. He wanted, no, needed more.

A feral look possessed him. Satoru knelt at the foot of the bed and propped her legs over his shoulders, leaving them to dangle like streamers, and before Hannah realized what was going on, his craven tongue was gliding along the wet folds of her pussy, licking the rims clean and stroking his way to the juicy center as though savoring a melted treat. Overwhelmed, Hannah’s soft whimpers turned to moans. “Satoru,” she called out and tried clamping her legs together when she started orgasming a second time. His wicked tongue plunged deeper. “Satoru!!” she cried louder, but Satoru had spread her hips wide apart, listening to his name being repeated over and over again as she came inside his mouth. So many wonderful, delicious sounds, envisioning her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and heavy-lidded eyes lashes. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to wring as many orgasms out of her like this as humanly possible.

Below, his cock was screaming for release. Satoru groped the hardened juncture below in an effort to appease it, stroking once, twice, feeling very tempted to throw in the towel and go all in. It ached like a motherfucker, but he had to pull away.

Although, he underestimated Hannah’s pleasure in this. Not wanting it to end, her hands clamored for his mouth to return, but Satoru quickly seized them. “No, sweetheart, no.” He kissed her knuckles. “If I keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.”

Her next words were dangerous.

“Then don’t,” she whimpered, practically begging. “I don’t want you to last.”

He tucked a trestle of auburn behind her ear. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” came her delirious response. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Regaining his balance, Satoru lifted her hips and properly angled himself.

Thanks to their warm-up, he slid inside her without much resistance, cock warm and heavy, stretching the virgin skin to accommodate its larger girth, yet the sensation was so intense and unyielding Hannah clenched without giving it a second thought. No, this was nothing like his fingers, nor his tongue. She felt her privates were on fire, as though his hardness was made of fiberglass, penetrating deeper and deeper until her walls thinned out and split open. Something tore. She smelled blood.

“Satoru,” she cried, gritting her teeth as tears watered her eyes. “It’s…Oh, God.”

“Breathe, Hannah,” he panted the deeper he went. “I broke your hymen. You’re alright, just breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby, but breathing helps. Breathe, Hannah.” He watched her choke on an inhale and release a long, staggered breath. “Good girl, just like that.” She didn’t tell him to stop, so he pushed in a little more, her wet pussy squeezing around him. Fuck, she was tight. By far the tightest he’d ever had and the feeling was indescribable, her walls hugging him in all the right places, hitting the bulbous gland at the tip of his penis at just the right — Oh yeah. That’s the spot. This was Satoru’s first time with a virgin and in a daze he almost forgot himself, swearing never to use condoms again. Nuh-uh, nope, not when she felt like this. Not when she made him feel bigger, fuller even.

Meanwhile, Hannah clutched onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulder blades like mountain hooks. “Move,” she begged the deeper he went. “Satoru, please move.”

“Give me a minute, baby,” he huffed, voice velvet soft. “I’m almost there,” and with one final nudge his penis went as far as it would go, kissing the entrance of her womb.

Hannah grabbed a fistful of sheets, her throat so clenched she could barely form the words, “Satoru…please.”

Knowing she was having a rough go, Satoru eased his hips and did a little shimmy, making the intrusion more bearable. Hannah’s breathing steadied. He reached up and cupped her teary-eyed face, wanting one final look at her before they took the plunge. Although, in many ways they already had. His knees quivered from restraint.

“I’ll start slow,” he hushed, stroking her burning cheeks lovingly.

Hannah managed another nod and hooked her arms around his neck.

“You ready?”

“Hmhm,” she grimaced.

And so it began.

As promised, he set a maddeningly slow pace for her at first, gently tilting to a new spot each time he entered, allowing his cock to explore every inch of her sex with undiluted pleasure. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised between thrusts. “Aah, so good.” Tears flowed freely down Hannah’s cheeks with every torturous roll of his hips, every sharp gasp, every languid moan and sweet encouragement pouring out his mouth; fiberglass, heat, fire. She felt she would melt. It was too much.

Somewhere amidst their rigor, she managed to recapture his lips in a needy kiss, holding down her muffled cries and wrapped her legs around his torso, smooshing their bellies together. It helped. The pain eased a little the more he gyrated. She forgot the stench of blood. Panting for breath, Hannah broke from the kiss and pressed her head to the mattress as his large calloused hands resumed fondling her now very sore and tender breasts, giving her focus to the sound of their bodies slapping hard against each other, growing louder and faster the more they went at it.

She felt the muscles hook around her navel once more. The peaks of her nipples tightened and her core began pounding harder than ever before. A thousand tiny dots obscured her vision, along with a faint ringing developing in her ears. Her mouth went slack. Sensing she was close, Satoru grunted and took the opportunity to lower his hand, using his thumb and index to stroke the wings of her clit, causing the edges of her vision to turn stark-white. Then he rammed upwards as far as he could and somewhere in the back of her mind Hannah knew she was belting his name, screaming it loud for all to hear, but she didn’t care and neither did he. Their bodies were functioning on autopilot, grinding aggressively back and forth in fine, strobic movements. Lost to both pain and pleasure.

Their lovemaking reached its acme when a resounding groan, deep and guttural, coursed through Satoru’s throat like a low keening. Hannah felt his groin expand within her, the surmounting pressure bringing him past the point of no return, fully opening him up. There was no stopping it now. Faster and faster he bucked, spinal reflexes working full throttle, and within seconds Hannah felt something warm and sticky gush between her thighs. She heard a noticeable squelch as six months worth of abstinence and desperate longing came channeling out in heavy intervals; one, two, three, four…her insides were like liquid. Meanwhile, Satoru closed his eyes and snapped back his head, moaning loudly with every newfound release. Hannah’s own eyes lulled as yet a new orgasm engulfed her senses, his warm seed spilling into her like rainwater to the parched ground. Their fingers found each other, weaving into place. So this was what it was like when a man came inside you, she thought. It was the most incredible she felt in ages, if not, ever. Her toes and fingers tingled. Was she floating?

It was over as soon as it began. Satoru needed a good minute to expel himself, humping a few extra times to make sure he had finished, wanting her to have every last drop. He raised his head to catch his breath, ignoring how sensitive his genitals felt inside her.

Caught in a state of bliss, turquoise blue and moss brown stared into each other for a blissful moment, both disoriented. Satoru watched new tears stream down his wife’s cheeks as she began to sob, overcome with joy and euphoria. They’d done it. They’d really done it. The amber glow of the lights made her skin look radiant. She was his sun, his obsession, his hana. They’re would be no one else.

He wiped away her happy tears and sought her hand, wedding rings glistening from an oath fulfilled, skin-warmed and gold.

“Daisuki, Satoru,” he heard her sigh contentedly in the lantern glow.

Having yet to pull out, he hunched himself over so their foreheads could touch. “Not as much as I love you,” he replied in English and sealed her lips in a final kiss, cradling her in his arms as he positioned their bodies to lay beside each other on the bed, still conjoined.

If only they could remain like that forever. Never to be parted.

His wife.

Her husband.

One flesh.

At long last.

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 2 months

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tags: satoru x f!reader, gojo and reader are in an established relationship, gojo leaves for a work trip and returns, slight banter, fluff, slight insinuations of late night activities, giggles, lovesick Satoru and teasing reader🤍

"it's been a while since you've stayed the morning," trying to ignore satoru's incredibly cold hands, you sigh, attempting to minimize the shiver that runs down your spine. cream-colored blankets adorn your shared room. a trinket from singapore, a beautiful set of earrings, lay on your bedside serving as a physical embodiment of satoru's "I missed you" after being gone for almost 6 days on a trip abroad. something to do with clan formalities that you yourself aren't quite sure of.

his kisses linger on your bare shoulder like the strawberry powdered cookies you make on special occasions. he's always had an affinity for sweet things, which was why he always adored it when you wore sweetened fragrances. hence why his nose buries itself in your hair. he groans.

"you think I would leave my girl by choice?" the slight smirk and exhale against your skin makes you giggle, scrunching your nose in the process. "I only did the elders a favor because no one else could do it." he sleepily kisses your shoulder, "was gonna suggest doing it through zoom, but those old geezers barely know how to navigate the internet." you chuckle.

"is that your way of saying you'd rather stay with me instead?" he nods, enjoying how your silken soft fingers run against the roots of his hair. satoru thinks he could stay like this forever. in fact, he doubts the afterlife could be this comforting, so he tries to engrave the feeling to his memory, like a reflex he so wants to keep alive. repeating, repeating, repeating.

"maybe." he hums, "maybe I just like you as a friend." you heartily laugh, making the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"obviously my rivaling sense of humor has enamored you." you muse, "not the strongest now, hm?"

satoru knows if anyone else were to say these words, he wouldn't have allowed it, but hearing them from you makes his heart warm and feel like a lovesick teenager despite being a 28-year-old grown man. so he muses back.

"weren't so strong when I had you spread for me last night, now hm?" now it's your turn, and the way you laugh this time feels like drops of sunlight inside satoru's being. you've infected him. and all he can do is want more, basking in the beauty of your words, touch, and laughter. he sighs.

"God, you're so beautiful."

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moo-rin · 24 days

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I miss you 💭

mmm, romance on the verge of tears… my favorite.

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http-tokki · 1 month

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what do you want me to do about that?

~ satoru gojo x reader ~ tags/cw: established friendships! lil suggestive! idk what else to write, its not nsfw but its also a lil spicy ~ wc: 400 ~ a/n: I'm writing this while fighting my sleeping meds (I was trying to wean off them but caved cause I wasn't sleeping and the inside of my brain sounded like mitski screaming on a loop)

"Dude, I'm so fucking uncomfortable right now," you whisper harshly to Satoru who is standing in front of you in the checkout line.

You shift on your feet, trying to find a position to stand in that doesn't have clothing rubbing against your skin in a way that makes your skin crawl. The blasting air conditioning does nothing to thwart the mid-summer heat and you were suffering.

Gojo turns his head to you, eyebrow raised as he waits for you to finish your complaint. "How? You're not carrying anything?"

True, you hadn't been burdened with the task of carrying the shopping bags full of clothes and homewares but you're the girl in this equation, you're not meant to carry things; plus everything in the bags had been bought by Satoru for Satoru so why should you have to carry his bags.

"I've got a thong on and it's so far up my ass, I can feel it in my throat." you whinge, shifting your weight again in an attempt to dislodge the material from hell. You didn't have anything else to wear this morning, having realised all your regular soft and comfortable underpants were either in the washing machine or waiting to be washed and you weren't about to commando it all day, but with the way the lace was determined to cut you in half, commando would have been way more comfortable.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Satoru dips his chin so gravity can tilt his glasses down his nose.

"Nothing, I'm just bitching." irritation blooms in your chest. "It's not like you don't tell me things I don't wanna know."

"No, I'm asking you," Gojo holds your stare and whispers. "What do you want me to do about that?"

"Nothing! I'm just-"

Satoru turns his body until he is completely and wholly facing you.

"Do you want me to help you out of them?" he ducks his head lower, face now inches from your own. "Or do you want me to take them off myself?"

Heat fills your body at his words. "I-"

"Do you want me to get on my knees and slowly drag them down your thighs with my teeth? Or do you want me to use my mouth for other things?"

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jeankluv · 2 months

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Dancing in the moon || Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Words: 5k

Summary: You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.

Tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending

Materialist

You had been preparing for this for a year, for the day when a suitor would present himself to your parents, the king and queen, and ask for your hand. When you were little, the idea of marriage seemed wonderful, a celebration, you in a beautiful white dress. It all sounded idyllic. But that notion began to fade as you realized you would marry someone you barely knew, interested only in your status. After all, you were the heir to the throne, and who wouldn't want to marry the future queen of the kingdom?

You sighed, looking out over the valley ahead. You had gone for a ride with your horse to clear your mind and contemplate what would happen in just a few weeks. You wished time would stand still or that you could escape through the forest and live a normal life.

“Princess.” you heard from the side.

Indeed, you hadn't gone alone, it was unimaginable for you to take two steps without someone being by your side. In this case, it was your personal knight, Satoru Gojo. He had been with you since your coming of age, personally chosen by your father for his battlefield skills.

Initially you found him annoying, you couldn't be without him anywhere and you felt like your little freedom you had before it was more nonexistent with him by your side. Over time, you grew fond of him and even came to know him better. So much so that you had developed feelings for him. At first, you didn't believe it—the symptoms were so strange that you had called the doctor more than once. It was only after your maid recounted how she met her current husband that you realized, you were in love with your knight.

And there was nothing you could do.

You nodded and gracefully rose from the place where you had been sitting. Your hand cleared your dress of the clinging blades of grass, and you proceeded to approach your horse. Satoru proffered his hand, assisting you in mounting, and the contact sent your heart into a familiar acceleration, as it had on numerous occasions.

Securing the reins, you awaited Satoru's ascent onto his own horse. With both of you prepared, the rhythmic cadence of hooves marked the commencement of your gallop back to the castle.

Upon reaching the castle, you left the horses in the stables and decided to retreat to your bedroom. You wanted to be alone for the rest of the day. Your spirits were at an all-time low.

“Princess.” Satoru's voice reached you once again.

Satoru was the only one who addressed you as “princess”, the others referred to you as “your majesty”. And you liked he was the only one using that word.

“Your father insisted on meeting with you after the ride.”

“Fine.” You grumbled.

You knew what the conversation would entail, and you were not eager to have it.

Navigating the castle's lengthy corridors, you made your way to your father's private office. A gentle knock was met with a “come in” granting you permission to enter.

“Father.” You inclined slightly before him and walked to sit in the chair across his desk. “Gojo mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me.”

Your father looked at you and nodded. “Indeed. We won't proceed with the celebration to find a fiancé.”

Part of you wanted to celebrate, but deep down, you knew it meant something else.

“A proposal has come in from a count. His second son is a bit older than you, but he comes from a noble lineage, well-educated, and is deemed a perfect match to be your future husband.” He picked up the paper in front of him. “I've discussed it with your mother, and the wedding will take place before your 20th birthday, which is in 4 months.”

No, no, no. This couldn't be true. Were you not going to have any say in this? You would marry someone you didn't know? Your dress crumpled as you clenched your fists, and you felt the inner cheek would bleed from how hard you were biting it to prevent tears.

You couldn't refuse, you had to accept it for the kingdom, for the crown, for your parents.

“Alright…” You whispered.

“Good, that's it.“

With those words, you stood up from the chair and left the office. Passing by Satoru, you started to walk, almost run, to your room, with him following closely.

Entering your room, you closed the door, leaving Satoru outside. It was then that the tears you had been holding back began to flow, and sobs filled the room.

You yearned to escape, craving freedom to decide for yourself rather than being bound by decisions that might benefit your people and kingdom. You acknowledged your selfishness, living surrounded by luxury, wealth, and power. Yet, there you were, on the floor of your room, in tears, contemplating a marriage you didn't desire.

You dragged your tired body to bed, curling up under the blankets, closing your eyes and welcoming the embrace of sleep.

When you opened your eyes again, it was deep into the night, perhaps 3 or 4 in the morning, and an absolute hush enveloped the surroundings.

You rose from your bed, grabbing a coat to shield yourself from the cold. The urge to ride your horse and lay on the grass gazing at the starlit night consumed you.

Carefully, you opened your room's door, ensuring no one was around. Satoru was absent, so stealthily and avoiding everyone, you made your way to the stables. There, you smiled at the sight of your horse.

“Hello, beauty.” You whispered, stroking its mane. “Shall we go for a ride?” The horse nodded, and you smiled again.

“Princess.”

For a moment, you froze in place. How had he found you? You hadn't seen him; he was supposed to be asleep by now.

“Why are you here?” he asked while you still had your back turned.

“Satoru…” You turned to face him.

His white hair shimmered even more in the moonlight, and his blue eyes stood out like bright stars.

“I wanted some fresh air.” You said.

“You shouldn't be here.” he stated, approaching. “It's cold here, you could get sick.” He took the coat and wrapped it around you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I'm fine.” you insisted, taking a step back.

“Where would you like to go?” Your eyes lightened up at Satoru's question.

He knew you too well.

“Can we go see the stars, to the field where we were today?” You requested, your eyes filled with light as the thought of feeling a bit of freedom.

Satoru said nothing and turned to grab the reins of his horse. You smiled, realizing that you would indeed be heading there. The moon provided enough light for both of you to see the way and reach your destination. Once there, you dismounted from your horses and gazed up at the sky, marveling at the countless stars.

“It's beautiful.” you whispered.

“Princess.“ Satoru called you again, and you saw he had spread his cape on the ground. “This way, your neck won't hurt.” You nodded and lay down on it.

“Lie down with me, Satoru.” you requested, reaching out your hand.

“I don't think it's appropriate, princess.”

“It's just you and me, Satoru.” You pouted. “Please.”

Satoru looked around and then lay down beside you, also looking up at the stars.

You both lay there for a while, not saying anything. You could hear Satoru's breath next to you and your own heartbeat growing louder.

What would he do if you suggested running away together? Would he reject you? Take you to your parents? Step away from your side? Or maybe he would agree and run away with you? In almost the year of knowing him, it had been nearly impossible to read Satoru. He always maintained his knightly role. But according to your maids, you were the only one he smiled at, the only he would treat kindly and softly. You wanted to believe it was because you were the princess but deep down you knew it.

It was then when you began to notice those small details, and perhaps your enamored heart created an illusion, but when he looked at you, he made you feel like the only woman in the world.

Did Satoru feel the same way as you? You wanted to know, you wanted to ask if someone already occupied his heart.

“Um... Satoru.” You spoke, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

“Mhm?” He murmured.

“Have you ever... been in love?” You sounded like a little girl.

Satoru fell silent. You wanted to turn your head to see his reaction. What kind of expression was he making? Would he think you were foolish?

“Yes…” he whispered, and you felt your heart squeeze, creating a choking sensation in your chest. “But…” He continued. “Nothing can ever come of it.”

You turned your head and saw Satoru looking at you, that feeling of being the only woman for him filling your chest again.

Satoru's hand caressed your cheek, and you closed your eyes to savor the warmth of his fingers. Why couldn't you stay like this forever? Why did you have to be the heir to the throne?

“Satoru…” you whispered. You wanted to say it. You wanted to tell him that you were in love with him. “I…”

“Princess, please don't.” He interrupted, and you opened your eyes again, met with Satoru's sad gaze. “If you say those three words, then... I won't be able to stay by your side.”

Your heart shattered. No matter what you did, you and Satoru could never have a happy ending, not even a beginning. You were a princess, and he was a knight.

“I think it's time for us to go back, princess.” Satoru said as he stood up, and the cold night air hit you.

You didn't want it to end, you wanted it to last just a little longer.

“Dance with me.” You said after standing up.

Satoru turned to look at you and tilted his head. “Princess…”

“Come on, Satoru.” You insisted. “Do it for me, please.” You pouted.

You could swear Satoru chuckled at that moment, but his hands on your waist made you lose all sense. He pulled you close, and both of you started dancing under the moon, while you hummed a song that only the two of you could hear.

As you danced, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private moment. Satoru's touch felt comforting and electrifying at the same time, sending shivers down your spine.

The quietude amplified the unsaid words lingering between you, creating an emotional storm that crackled in the air.

“Princess…” Satoru's voice broke through the silence.

You halted, eyes locking, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. “Satoru…” You replied, your voice strained with an unspoken ache.

The dance had become a battlefield of suppressed desires and forbidden yearnings. Satoru's touch on your waist sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't offer you what you deserve.” He connected your foreheads and closed his blue eyes, his words heavy with the weight of his duty.

“Yet, you've given me something I didn't know I needed.” You replied with a heavy heart,

He pulled you closer, a mixture of desire and anguish etched on his face. “We tread dangerous grounds, my princess.”

“And what if I want to dance on the edge?” You whispered.

The moon witnessed the turmoil of unspoken confessions, aching to spill into the night air.

As you kept on dancing the growing feeling on your stomach was still there and you couldn't resist it any longer. Pulling Satoru closer, your lips met his, in a kiss. It was wrong, you knew that, you shouldn’t be doing that but you wanted to. You wanted to be able to choose by yourself. The kiss was a desperate and passionate one . It was a surrender to the emotions that had been building.

The taste of the forbidden lingered on your lips as you parted, and the air became heavy with the weight of unspoken confessions. Satoru's eyes searched for yours.

“Princess…” He whispered, his voice mixed with longing and regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit, this stolen moment could never be more than a memory..

“Satoru…” You started, your voice trembling with vulnerability. “I…”

“Princess, please.” He interrupted, his eyes pleading with you. “We can't let this go any further. It's not right. You’re a princess.”

Regret washed over you, a bitter reminder of a love that was destined to remain in the shadows. “I know.” You whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek. “But at this moment, it felt like the right thing to do. I needed to do it.” You looked down at your feet.

“I'm sorry.” He said, the weight of his duty feeling heavy in his words.

With that, he stepped back, breaking the distance that was between you. The dance came to an end, leaving you both standing in the cold night air, caught between the echoes of that love and the reality that dictated your paths must diverge.

After that brief night, where both of you danced and shared a kiss. The distance felt to grow even bigger. Satoru had built a wall between him and you, which now seemed impossible to climb. The looks full of love were still there, but they were mixed with a pain that you knew neither of you could take away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The days began to pass and turned into weeks, later into months and you realized that in just a few months you would be at the altar in front of a man you neither knew nor loved.

It was three weeks before the wedding when your father called you to tell you that the wedding would be postponed due to a war that had started in the north of the kingdom. Apparently the best soldiers would go to the ranks the next day and that included Satoru.

You felt a knot in your stomach. Satoru's duty was clear, but your heart couldn't help but tremble at the possibility of losing him in the war. Regardless of your positions, you approached decisively toward the zone where soldiers were preparing.

You found Satoru adjusting his armor, his gaze firm and resolute, but with a shadow of concern in his eyes. When your eyes met, an instant of complicity was shared between you two.

“Satoru…” You called out with a trembling voice, approaching him.

He turned toward you, his expression softening at the presence of the woman who had occupied his thoughts and his heart. And always would. “Your majesty.” He greeted you with a slight nod.

After that night, that dance and that kiss, Satoru stopped calling you “princess” and started to refer to you as “your majesty” and you hated it so much.

You took his hand and led him away from that zone, taking him to your room. Leaving both of you completely alone, almost isolated from the rest of the world.

“Your majesty…” He murmured with a sad look on his blue eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You whispered with a trembling voice. “It’s just you and I, please call me princess again.” You held on to his armor and rested your forehead on the cold metal.

“Alright my princess.” He whispered, leaving a kiss on you head.

You looked up, meeting his bright blue eyes, which, as on so many occasions, looked at you as if you were the only woman for him. Making you feel much more than a princess, a goddess, the most beautiful woman, everything.

“Spend the night with me, Satoru.” You whispered.

“Princess…” He started. “I can’t… we can’t do it.”

“I don’t care Satoru, I don’t care if you are a knight and I’m a princess.” Your eyes were already filled with tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “It’s just you and me tonight Satoru.” Your voice sounded with desperation, fear and sadness. “I love you Satoru.” You let out when the first tear started to roll down.

Satoru watched your face in silence and after a few moments he leaned towards you, kissing your tears away. “Don't cry, my princess.”

He broke away and began to strip off his armor, setting it aside. Your cheeks began to redden when you saw her athletic body before you and your body temple at the thought of what you would do that night between your sheets. You wanted it, even though you knew it was wrong.

Satoru met your gaze again and approached you. He cradled your face in his hands and pulled you close to him for a kiss. This time more desperate and passionate than the one you shared under the moon and the stars.

With clumsy steps you reached your bed and Satoru began to kiss your neck, causing a new sensation in you that made your body tremble with passion.

Satoru, who was sitting in front of you, began to undo the cord that tied your dress to take it off and leave you completely naked before him. Shame flooded you when you realized how you looked and tried to cover yourself.

“Please don’t…” Satoru held your hands and placed them to the side. “Don’t cover yourself up my princess.”

He brought his face closer to yours and began to leave wet kisses first on your neck and then on your breasts. You could feel your body heating up with every kiss Satoru left embedded in your skin.

"You are so Beautiful." I whisper against your skin. “So fucking beautiful.” She kissed your breast again, causing a moan to escape your lips. “I wish I could have you, forever. You and me alone."

“Satoru…” You shivered as his mouth began to suck on your left nipple. You never thought you could feel the way you did at that very moment.

You laid your body on the bed and closed your legs tightly before the sensation of pleasure that your lower parts were asking for. Satoru, noticing how you moved your legs trying to give yourself some pleasure, began to go down your body, leaving kisses on your abdomen and reaching your hip.

“Spread them for me, my princess.” Satoru spoke.

And you did it as he said, spread your legs in shame. A feeling full of lust and pleasure ran through your entire body when Satoru began to suck on your private part. You gripped the sheets as you bit your lower lip trying not to let any of those moans that were building up in your throat come out.

Satoru introduced his tongue into you and you felt that you reached a new peak, while his tongue ran over you with his free hand he began to play with your clitoris, making moans leave your lips this time without being able to avoid it.

“Exactly.” Satoru said. “Don’t hold down those pretty noise.”

This time, he inserted one of his fingers inside you, causing your back to curve at the new sensation. You had touched yourself before but Satoru's fingers were much longer and bigger than yours.

“Ah…” You moaned loudly when Satoru introduced another finger in you.

“You’re so wet for me, my princess.” He said taking the fingers out and sucking them. “So good.”

He introduced them back in you again while he made circles on your clitoris with his thumb. You could feel how you were approaching your limit, how you were going to reach your orgasm. Satoru whispered in your ear to make him come on his fingers like the good girl you were. So with a moan that was silenced by a kiss from Satoru you came on his fingers. Your legs trembled due to the immense pleasure that coursed through your entire body.

The air in the room had become heavy and you were completely agitated after having reached your orgasm. You watched as Satoru got out of bed and got rid of the few clothes he had left on him. The thing was not over and as you watched his figure you wondered if fate could give you a chance to extend that night.

Satoru positioned himself between your legs, his member rubbing against your entrance. You were scared, it was your first time and you knew it used to be painful.

“I will be gentle.” He whispered to your ear, leaving a kiss on your lobe. “Just tell me if it’s too much.” He said connecting your gazes. “Okay, princess?” You nodded, giving him the permission to began.

Satoru little by little began to introduce his member into your entrance and you noticed how the pain ran through your body. You hid your face in his neck, while you held onto his shoulders tightly. He stood still, letting you get use to the new feeling.

“Satoru…” You broke the silence. “Move, please.” You said looking at his eyes.

He nodded and started moving inside of you sending electric shocks throughout your body with every thrust he gave you. The pain had disappeared and the only thing you noticed now was immense pleasure and lust running through your body. You hugged his neck and pressed him closer to you, wanting him to reach even deeper inside, to fill you completely.

“Satoru.” You moaned.

“What princess?” He said with a cocky smile on his face. “What do you want me to do?”

“I…” You bite your lip when he thrust you once again. “I want it harder.”

“Harder huh?” He smiled. “But what if I hurt my dear princess?”

“I don’t care, just… just fuck me harder Satoru.” The tears of pleasure were rolling all over your face.

You felt on cloud nine when Satoru started to fuck you even harder than before. You were so close to your second orgasm of the night that you could even pass out. You felt Satoru tension and his dick getting harder than it already was. He was about to cum.

When you felt like you were about to come, Satoru grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, leaving you face down and with your ass in the air. That's when he introduced his member into you again and this time you felt it even deeper than how you had it. been doing.

“Ah…” You moaned, feeling how Satoru kept on ramming you.

He held your face and kissed you on a wet and sticky kiss which drowned out the moan you let out when you came. Satoru growled against your lips as he came too. You broke the kiss and Satoru pulled out of you and then laid you down on the bed and covered your body with kisses.

“You should take a bath, princess.” He whispered, embracing you.

“I just want to stay with you like this Satoru.” You held tightly in to his arm.

Satoru's fingers gently traced patterns on your back as you shared a quiet moment, while your hearts but in unison.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You whispered, your voice barely audible in the intimate space.

Satoru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. “If only time would grant us that luxury.” He said testing his chin on your head.

“Satoru…” Your voice again trembling. “Promise me you will come back.” The tears were once again on the edge of falling. “I will find a way to be together.” You moved and looked into his blue eyes.

He held your hand and kissed you. “I promise, no matter what. I will find my way back to you.” He kissed you. “I love you, my princess. And we will find a way together, I won’t hesitate and be a coward this time.”

You smiled and started crying, oh how you wished time could freeze, how you wished things could be different.

With the gentle touches of Satoru on your back you fell asleep. Satoru gently disentangled himself from your embrace and I admired you for a long time, trying to remember every detail of your face knowing that that night could be the last time I saw you again.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, trying not to shed tears for the woman of his life.

The cold of the morning woke you up, the arms that had covered you when you went to sleep were no longer there. In bed there was only you and the memories of the night before. You stifled a sob when you realized that Satoru had left to fight for the kingdom and the uncertainty of not knowing when you would see him again began to fill your chest.

You noticed a small piece of paper on the table and with trembling fingers you reached out. Feeling the knot on your throat and your stomach you unfolded the paper and started reading.

“My dear princess,

If you are reading this it means I’m already long gone. In these lines, I try to express the inexpressible, the emotions that burn in my chest while I make the difficult decision to leave. Duty and loyalty to the kingdom call me, and although my heart would like to stay with you and flee in search of a future where we can be together, destiny calls me.

Every moment we shared has been etched in the depths of my being. Your laughter, your tears, and above all, the love we share. That night we danced under the moonlight. Everything.

I still remember the time his majesty the King ordered me to be your personal knight, I hated the idea. But I am extremely grateful that it happened.

I leave you this letter as a testament of my eternal love. Although the kilometers distance us, and the days become long, I want you to know that my heart beats only for you. I will always carry you with me, in every battle and every lonely dawn.

There are no words that can mitigate the pain of goodbye.

You are the light of my life. And I will love you in this and in each of my lives.

Yours truly,

S.G”

Loud sobs filled the room as you could barely see anything with all the tears streaming down your face. He was gone and you didn’t know when you would see him again. With a heavy heart you folded the paper once again and you kept it in a place where no one else could find it, that was only yours, Satoru's and yours.

You dried your face and put on the best of smiles to go to breakfast. You were received by your mother only and by your maids. That same day you would be assigned a new knight to escort you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was then when the days started to go by. Those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months.

You received sporadic updates on the progress of the war. But one fateful day, a messenger arrived with news that the battle had taken a toll on the kingdom's forces. Satoru's name was not among the survivors. The weight of grief bore down on you, and the castle seemed to crumble on you when you read the list.

That day and the following days and weeks you were inconsolable. Your appetite was closed and the sleepless nights waiting and praying to the stars to return your loved one seemed to have no end.

But it didn't matter how much you prayed, how much you begged for Satoru to come back to you. The prayers were never heard and one freezing day in February the news that the war had ended and that your kingdom had won filled the halls of the castle. Filling it with joy and light, something that disappeared when you entered your room.

It was at the celebration banquet where your father announced your wedding, which would take place that spring. During that night your hands and lips were badly injured, after having been clenching your fists and biting your lip to avoid crying in front of everyone present.

The return of the heroes was celebrated, but you could only mourn the departure of your only love.

Your love was gone, and the only thing left were the memories you both shared in the shadows.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

And finally spring arrived and with it the wedding. You couldn't stop crying during the entire process where your maids were preparing you, they looked at you with sadness and pain, knowing that although you had never even said it out loud, you loved the knight Satoru and from the day you had learned about his death, a part of you had died with him.

If it was true that you met again in another life, you hoped that in that one you could have your happy ending.

“I love you Satoru.” You whispered to the air. “I will find you in our next life.”

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tadashisdisaster · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru

Read PART 2 HERE!

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Gojo being the bestest roommate eva, unprotected sex, praises, friends to lovers, rough sex, ❕MINORS DNI❕ AN~ me and my sister were talking about how Gojo would totally lounge around with nothing on and his hand in his underwear watching tv, and one of his roommates walk in on him and grimace bc he looks like a complete bum.😭

🌿Roomate Gojo-

lounges on the couch with nothing but underwear on and his hand stuffed in the front. His constant laughing always pissed you off because he knew you were studying, something he would never be caught dead doing. He loves watching you walk out of your room only to give him a scolding look, resting you hand on you hip and furrowing you eye brows. You’re just too cute to be taken seriously so he just laughs. “Heh, what’s wrong doll?”

🍯Roomate Gojo- Loves a good movie night. Just put on a scary movie and you’re all over him. “Satoru….why’d you put this on?” You whine hiding your face in his chest. He grips your waist and holds you close. “Forgot you didn’t like scary movies.” He smirks, resting his chin on top of your head.

🍈Roomate Gojo- He knows your too scared to go to sleep after the scary movie so he lets you sleep with him in his room. He wraps his arms around you and softly kisses you neck. “Satoru, what are you-”

🪑Roomate Gojo- who ruts in and out of your tight cunny because you looked so damn good in you cute ass shorts and oversized AC-DC shirt. “F-fuck baby, feel so good f’me.” Your legs shake at your up coming orgasm. “cum with me yeah?” You nod you head feverishly, as you cream around his cock and he paints your velvety walls white.

🌱Roomate Gojo- Peppers kisses all over your face telling you how good you did and how much he likes you. “You like me?” He hides his face in the crook of you neck “Always have.”

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merlucide · 4 months

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drunk jjk men x reader hcs

notes: (I wrote this tired so ion know how this is😬)

words: 438

characters: gojo, nanami, toji, choso

warnings: curse words, SUGGESTIVE content((mention of seggs (not nsfw))

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gojo satoru

I mean it’s cannon he’s a light weight so—

he’s definitely a talkative and emotional

drunk. Start questioning everything and

anything. Definitely starts to sing cupcakke

songs, screams it too😭. Gojo is constantly

putting on a smile and caring the weight of

the world on his shoulders. when he is drunk

he is vulnerable and honest. When he’s sober

he is constantly complimenting you, when

he’s drunk he gets even cheesier((is that even

possible?!)). Sloppy wet kisses too, he’s so

cute when he slurs “I love yours”. After all of

that he gets really sad and mopey. Asks if you

really love him, and what if he can’t do this or

that. You of course tell him you will always

love him and it’s all gonna be okay. Gojo

might not remember what happened when he

was drunk but knowing you were there when

he was vulnerable and emotional makes his

heart swell💗 (soft for him😭)

nanami kento

this dude gets drunk… like once a blue moon.

He probably has average tolerance tbh. He’s

probably the most normal drunk, he’s just a lil

slow lol. More vulnerable and honest. Will

complement you! He’ll go like “ wowww your

eyes are really-reaaally purrretttty, have you-

did you- already know that?” 🫣😍 is

compliant, will go to bed and take meds if you

ask him:3

fushiguro toji

oh for fucks sake. He is a paaaain. I’d say he

has a pretty high alcohol tolerance, so drunk

toji is rare. Motherfucker is already cocky-

drunk toji is cocky and extra HORNY. My dude

please- I don’t wanna have seggs rn pls leave

me aloneeee 😭. Super duper handsy, legit is

leeching off of you. AND!!! Middle of nowhere

he passes out! ON TOP OF YOU!! So now

you’re slowly sinking to the floor because of

this heavy huge mfer. I recommend you just

leave him on the floor, he’ll be okay. Has the

worst hangover lol

kamo choso

((can half-curses even get drunk?)) I’m like

torn between lightweight and average

tolerance. Anywho- super talkative and

delusional too lol. He’s theorizing with the lint

roller. He’s just holding it up flaring his hands

ranting about how we live in a simulation

controlled by the government. Super

romantic too, suddenly becomes a poet- like

okay Shakespeare?!pop off 😍. Starts to get

emotional when he tells you how much he

loves you. Saying he can’t imagine his life

without and and how you make him whole.

Clingy baby🥺 sloppy cheek kisses omg. Trips

over everything too. It’s like watching a baby

take it’s first step. (( choso baby please,

please a chance pls))

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Ty for reading!

Reblogs are appreciated!

made December 18th 2023

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takadokii · 7 months

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˚₊‧ caught in the middle ‧₊.࿐

summary It's early summer when Kazuha catches herself thinking about kissing her best friend a bit more than expected. While he makes it pretty obvious that the feeling is more than mutual, she finds herself holding on to memories from last autumn. As Satoru, Suguru and her are sent on a mission to protect a girl who is way too cheerful considering she's fated to die, Kazuha's taught a lesson in letting go and comes to a foreseeable realisation: falling for Satoru Gojo is going to be the death of her.

pairing gojo satoru x f!oc / geto suguru x f!oc

tags high school au, down sooo bad gojo, lots of character building, hidden inventory storyline,

warnings (more specific at the beginning of every chapter), major spoilers for gojo's past arc (ep 25-29 / ch 65-79), profanity, violence, mentions of blood and past trauma, guns and weaponry, heavy injuries, major character death!

word count 24k (ongoing)

status ongoing (updates 7pm)

links collection ; taglist ; wattpad ; character profiles ; ao3 ; pinterest ; art ; timeline ; playlist ; ask my characters (open!)

✧ o. prologue

✦ i. a divergence of distance / the 10th day of summer

✦ ii. i dreamt of fishing in jeju / an honourable sacrifice

✦ iii. bittersweet mortal cravings / words of wisdom

✦ iv. o! girlhood / a tale of whispers

✦ v. burning, living vengeance / troubled waters

✦ vi. karma called / just because

✦ vii. path of purpose / beyond honour and glory

✧ o. epilogue

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lovedrunkheadcanons · 1 year

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SUMMARY: The year was 2014. With the marriage of Satoru Gojo and Hannah Thames made official, the first of its kind, a bridge had finally been established. Relations between the Jujutsu and Western factions practically improved overnight, bringing hope that Ryomen Sukuna would be exorcized at long last, but things are never that simple. (An AU where Satoru survives the Culling Game.)

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

Ch 1: The Wedding

Ch 2: Meetings and Mishaps

Ch 3: The King of Curses

Ch 4: Through Many Dangers, Toils, and Snares

Ch 5: The Strongest

Ch 6: The Siren

Ch 7: A Moment of Grace, A Thread of Enlightenment

Ch 8: After the Rain, Earth Hardens

Ch 9: We Are But Flesh and Bone

Ch 10: There Is No Easy Way To Learning

Ch 11: Laborare Est Orare

Ch 12: Tomoe’s Warning

Ch 13: Fear No Danger To Ensue

Ch 14: Into The Belly of the Beast

Ch 15: The Only Way Out Is Through (I)

Ch 16: The Only Way Out Is Through (II)

Ch 17: Reconciled

Ch 18: Fighting the Inevitable

Ch 19: Duch and Butch

Ch 20: A Heart to Heart

Ch 21: Life’s Tiny Victories

Ch 22: The Nature of Bees

Ch 23: Great Courage Is Righteous Anger

Ch 24: Kumari’s Appraisal & Armaments

Ch 25: The Road To A Friend’s House Is Never Long

Ch 26: The Harp

Ch 27: Hiding In Plain Sight

Ch 28: A Burden Shared Is A Burden Halved

Ch 29: Resolution

Ch 30: One Flesh (Rated E)

Oneshots

Sticks and Stones

A Girls’ Night Out

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真希 (Maki)

The Blindfold

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