I'm Actually Really Tired Right Now...but...look What I Found In Tiktok Hehe

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this

tokyo revengers | mikey ⏤ 07:27

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mikey x 'cute'-obsessed reader

warnings : inappropriate language + violence ; attempted sexual assault

"cute!" you cheer in the face of the peach-haired girl before you.

"e-excuse me?" she's in disbelief, how could you be so cheery after needing to be saved from a group of bullies.

"you're so cute!" you exclaim in your cheeriest voice, eyes scrunched up in how happy you were to have met such a good person, "what's your name?"

"Tachibana Hinata," she smiles, shrugging off your odd behaviour and outstretches a hand.

"Hina-chan!" ignoring her outstretched hand, you pull her into a tight embrace, "Thank you for saving me! Let's become good friends!" you didn't need saving from those two-faced bitches but if it meant you got a precious friend, it didn't matter.

"Ehhh?!"

"are you saying you don't want to be friends?" you put on the water works and pull your puffy lips into a pitiful pout, loosening your arms around her. did she not want to be friends?

"i-i didn't mean that, it's just unexpected is all..." hinata excuses, unable to say no to your pitiable look.

"how come?" you tilt your head in curiosity, "you're a really good person so why don't people want to be your friend?"

"th-thank you..." she flushes pink as you giggle.

"so very cute~"

that day, you and hinata became the best of friends.

you had quickly realised that you and hinata didn't go to the same school and immediately got to work on transferring. there's no way you would be able to be without hinata for long, she's simply the cutest person you've ever seen so with your pleading and deceit, you were able to transfer to mizo middle school. you were even able to transfer into her class. it was perfect!

hinata was quite overwhelmed but after some time, she came to understand your unique clinginess and obsession over cute things. the way you phrase things aren't indicative of your true intentions but they were your way of communicating and hinata respected that, she's come to love it actually. not a day goes by that's boring when it's spent with you. whenever you're around each other, she feels safe and happy. hinata also loves how you support her hers and takimichi's relationship after concluding that he was cute too and that the couple were the cutest together.

cute cute cute! you love the word. you love cute things, cute fashion and cute people. if someone were to describe you, it would be cute. and the number one thing you hated were all things ugly, ugly fashion, and especially ugly people. they were the worst. ugly things didn't have a place on this world. they should all be locked away and never to be seen again!

you were just grateful that you were able to meet the cutest person ever and it was all through hina-chan and takemichi. she had grown quite worried over takemichi's sudden change in behaviour and the sudden bruises, cuts and scars that suddenly appear on his skin. you didn't like it either, a cute person like takemichi shouldn't be getting hurt so badly and so often.

frustratingly, neither of you could find any explanation for it until takemichi was being kidnapped by a person called mikey during school. you wanted to handle it yourself but respected mina's wish to do things for her boyfriend. just to be on the safe side however, you kept to the side and eyed the scene, gauging from afar if this mikey person was going to turn out cute of ugly.

unexpectedly, he turned to be the cutest person you've ever scene. and he was actually friends with takemichi!

"s-so cute!" you squeak out, eyes staring lovestruck at mikey just as he's about to turn away with takemichi and his also-cute-but-not-as-cute-tall-friend. in your awestruck state, you completely dismiss the look of disbelief on the tall blonde's face, choosing instead to continue staring at the unbothered shorter blonde that looks you up and down with a straight face.

did you not just see what the two could have done to both hina and takemichi or the trail of beaten up bodies down the hallway? drakes couldn't believe his eyes or ears. nobody has ever called the commander of the tokyo manji gang 'cute' before. certainly not accompanied with such a loving sigh.

taking in your cutesy appearance, the commander and vice assume you're nothing but a lovesick middle schooler whose experiencing nothing of the cruelness the world has to offer. not thinking much of you, mikey spares you only a simple glance over before turning away with takemichi and draken, commencing your one-sided love.

whenever takemichi could take hina to a toman meeting, you had to tag along, the first time of you joining the two, you made quite the impression on the captains as well as the other members considering your unique way of expressing how you see things.

everyone was cute, especially the captains and their vice captains but the cutest to you was mikey and you made sure that anyone who asked knew. even though mikey didn't care for your biased disposition towards him, you didn't care. you were perfectly happy with simply being able to be around the gang commander. mikey didn't think you were as interesting as takemichi or hina but you were a close friend of the two (and quickly became friends with emma too) so he tolerated your presence whenever you were around.

the captains and their vice captains felt quite pitiful towards you seeing as they saw you as such an innocent but loveable and bubbly person. seeing such a cute girl openly pin for their commander but not getting a single crumb of attention yet being perfectly okay with it was hard to watch. to remedy that, they all silently agreed to spend time with you, somewhat, in mikey's place.

on occasion, you would braid baji's hair and draw cute doodles or cats or adorable sayings on draken's arms, hands and neck. you'd read and trade mangas with chifuyu, regularly went out with kazutora, who hated being at home, and helped hakkai with his fear of girls by simply accompanying him, choosing to communicate in note form rather than talking. he just felt more comfortable that way and appreacitated that you respected him for it. you had hot ramen eating competitions with pah and peh, made by the twins and helped inspire fashion designs for mitsuya, you also helped out with his sisters on occasion just so he could have more free time. you grew on them as they grew on you and, over time, you all eventually came to see one another as family.

"everyone is so cute! i love toman!" it warmed their hearts to see you so happy and to love their group as much as they did. they never would have guessed that such a cute obsessed girl would hold affection for a delinquent gang but they didn't understand your language not in the way hina does.

hina knows that they'll eventually come to understand you the way she does and she doesn't know whether to feel excited or nervous because the other side of you was quite terrifying but fit into the lifestyle of toman perfectly.

"i'm starved..." baji grumbles from beside you, making you perk up with your usual peppy smile.

"why don't i go on a snack run for you and the others?" you offer, happy to help your cute and dear friends.

"we'll join you," emma says with her arm wrapped around hina's, who doesn't complain at being dragged along.

"yay! snack run with the girls!" the three of you giggle and go on your way before anyone else could protest, not that they could join you, things were still being discussed so business went on as usual and, eventually, the meeting was over and the members slowly dispersed but there was something missing,

the meeting was over and you still weren't back with snacks.

"where's the food?!" baji groans, clutching at his grumbling stomach.

"i don't think that's the main issue here, baji-san," chifuyu says with a stern face.

"chifuyu's right, where are the girls?" mitsuya chimes, worry and dread beginning to creep in.

on que, mikey jumps down from his elevated perch and starts heading to the steps of the shrine.

"lets go see what's taking them so long, i wanted snacks too," agreeing, the captains and their second in commands follow close behind, their steps hurried and ringing with concern for emma, hina and you.

"help! someone please!" emma's distressed screams throw the boys into a panic and immediately rush to the blonde, her arms flailing about in desperation.

"emma! what the hell's going on?" draken gets to her first and immediately begins his questioning as his eyes roam her exposed arms and legs, eventually sighing in relief at the lack of bruising and cuts.

"this group of creeps approached us after we bought the snacks for everyone and tried to touch us up," everyone's jaws clenched with anger and disgust, why did they let the three of you go alone in the first place? wasn't that why they created their gang? "we tried to walk away but one of them ended up getting to touch hina and (y/n) tried to protect her!" emma choked up as she pointed to the alley several feet away, "i managed to get away but-"

"hina!" takemichi cried, rushing to the scene with mikey beside him and the others close behind, emma clutching at draken's hand for comfort as they trailed last.

'(y/n)' mikey thought, your sweetly smiling face appearing in his mind. you never interested him but he's grown to appreciate and sometimes even search for your cheerful voice in the crowd of his gathered men. he knew you were a cutesy airhead but you couldn't be so stupid as to stand against someone that could hurt you.

rushing to the alleyway, they prepared themselves for the worst but were dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before them instead.

"didn't i tell you that if you touched any of them, i'd break your arm?" your voice was as cold as ice as your eyes were darkened and dulled, without their usual shine. they found it hard to believe if that was actually the (y/n) they knew. you looked and sounded like an entirely different person, "no quit crying!" you snapped, a murderous tone to your voice as you begin to fold the kneeling man's arm uncomfortably. you distorted it to the point of his bones cracking painfully as his friends watched in horror. the man had began to scream from the pain but you were having none of it, "shut up, ugly!" you viciously kneed him in the face.

"what the fuck?" smiley voiced in disbelief, too stunned to move at the scene. hina stood behind you with her eyes shut tight and her hands covering her ears. did you ask her to do that?

"all of you ugly shits deserve to rot in hell!" you barked and began to beat up the closest man as the rest scattered, "not cute at all," you expressed with unadulterated disgust beginning to punch the creep in the face repeatedly, "ugly...ugly...ugly, ugly ugly, ugly!" even though he fell limply to the floor, you raise your foot and begin to kick the living crap out of him with every shout of the one word they so rarely hear from you, "ugly! Ugly! UgLy! Ugly! UglY! UGLY!!!!"

you could have very well beat the man to death if it weren't for hina pulling you away frantically.

"(y/n)! that's enough! he's had enough!"

mikey slowly begins to smirk at the scene. interesting.

thoughts? if y/n and mikey got together, do you think they’d have an interesting dynamic?

navi. | next.

Maze runner masterlist

Newt x fem reader story, multi chapter

Full request on chapter one

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Maze runner

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven

Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.

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Scotch trials

Twelve. thirteen. Fourteen fifteen sixteen

Seventeen eighteen nineteen. Twenty

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Death cure

Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three

Twenty-four twenty-five twenty-six

Twenty-seven twenty- eight. Twenty-nine

Thirty

Behind the scenes series

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chaos

platonic! jujutsu kaisen x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! fem! reader

masterlist

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos.

she's unique from the rest of her versions. it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

synopsis:

you were the youngest child of fushiguro, toji.

you were also born with exceptional cursed energy, or so they thought.

before your father took his last breath, he left you in gojo's care.

little did you know that it was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster of chaos and heart attacks for you and your father-figure, gojo satoru.

warning:

major manga/anime spoilers—along with wandavision, mcu wanda maximoff in general; themes of angst, sad and fluff.

this is going to be a crack themed series, consisting of scenarios and headcanons as requested :) do note that the portrayal of the jjk characters might be ooc!

there is no accurate timeline or year gaps so please don't attack me with "why is scarlet bb fushiguro still a baby when gojo got her around the time toji died, and then cue timeskip". this is a oneshot series and a crossover, and all of it is dependent on the request sent at my inbox :D

check requests status and about & masterlist before requesting.

inspiration:

this oneshot series is inspired by @thera-daydreams' the sweet old lady is a witch series, along with the amount of platonic headcanons and scenarios i've read under 'jjk x reader' tags. ya'll better check out thera's series, it is well-written and highly recommended to read and reblog :)

playlist:

kiss later, yeojin/loona

russian roulette, red velvet

baby shark, pinkfong

sports, beach bunny

the feels, twice

the collection:

general headcanon — random headcanons ; reader goes missing for a week ; reader goes to jujutsu high and kicks ass ; reader makes people see their fears ; reader tearfully wants a mommy ; reader has trouble making friends ; reader's obsession with the baby shark song ; reader remembers who toji is to her ; reader gets rid of gravity in her sleep ; reader's mental manipulation ; possible evil! reader in the making? ; evil! reader part two ; reader loses her first tooth ; how reader spends christmas ; reader wants to marry ; reader's first boyfriend ; reader's domain expansion ; reader gets exhausted after using chaos magic too much ; reader's first crush ; reader gets attacked by people who wants her powers ; reader's birthday celebration at disneyland ; reader's first heartbreak ; reader gets jealous ; reader on her period ; reader's first cuss word ; reader turns into a cat ; reader gets kidnapped ; reader runs away from home

jjk students — 1st years + sukuna babysit reader ; 1st years loses the reader in public ; 2nd years + yuta babysits reader ; reader accidentally teleports to where yuta is ; reader meets rika orimoto

brother! fushiguro megumi — megumi with a clingy! reader ; a day with megumi ; megumi meets you for the first time ; megumi and gojo sees someone confessing to teenager reader ; reader hates megumi

sister! fushiguro tsumiki — general headcanon for sister! tsumiki

dad! gojo satoru — general headcanon for dad! gojo ; gojo meets reader for the first time ; gojo finds out the truth ; reader gets in trouble by gojo ; gojo takes care of sick! reader ; gojo takes a week off because reader missed him ; reader gets scared of insane/feral!gojo ; gojo nearly loses reader ; reader magics gojo ; gojo raises his voice at reader ; jealous! gojo fights toji ; gojo becomes clingy and whiny when reader gets a boyfriend ; gojo neglects reader ; gojo's nighttime routine with reader ; gojo being too overprotective and controlling ; gojo gets comforted and hugged by reader ; gojo's valentine's day date with reader ; gojo accidentally says something hurtful ; gojo and reader go on a beach date

uncle! nanami kento — uncle! nanami headcanons ; nanami meets reader for the first time ; nanami and gojo helps reader overcome her fear

dad! fushiguro toji — dad! toji headcanons ; reader meets toji ; reader prefers toji instead of the others ; toji fights gojo for reader ; reader runs away and goes to toji for comfort ; reader spends time with toji, megumi & tsumiki

platonic! ryomen sukuna — sukuna babysits reader ; sukuna babysits reader part two

uncle! geto suguru — uncle! geto suguru headcanon ; geto, jogo & mahito meets reader ; geto & mahito are shocked by reader's words ; geto takes reader home

mama-figure! iori utahime — reader calls utahime mama ; reader asks utahime and gojo when are they going to kiss

other versions of reader that is either older or not a fushiguro — older and gojo reader ends up in baby fushiguro's universe ; reader meets the older and other version of themselves ; reader travels to a parallel universe ; reader meets the other gojo and scarlet witch who happens to be his younger sister ; reader and the other baby fushiguro prank gojo ; other reader wants to get revenge

jjk x tokyorev — reader meets and joins tokyo manji gang ; reader returns to toman ; teenager reader is dating sano manjiro ; reader and the first years save toman from a curse ; sano manjiro meets and fights toji ; reader meets bonten mikey

Manjiro Sano x Little Sister!Reader - Part 2

Here's the part two hee

~ 12 years later ~

" MIKEY!! Come back here!! "

Sounds of laughter rang throughout the whole house along with the wailings and cry of an infant.

" Wait Emma! " Mikey tries running away from his sister, hitting Takemichy's head in the process.

" Ow! Mikey kun! "

" Oh? It's starting again " Mitsuya said amusingly

" Ahahaha damn Mikey! "

" Quit laughing and do something Kenchin! "

" Stop running away and come back here Mikey!! " Emma shouted who's armed with a frying pan and ready to hit his brother with it.

" I didn't mean to wake your baby! I swear Emma! "

" Shut up, I already warn you to be quiet yet you didn't listen!! "

Draken who finally had enough of today's shenanigan stand up and stop Emma from who still didn't give up on running after his Bestfriend.

" C'mon stop that already, our son is still crying, let's just put him in bed again " Draken tries to reason with his wife, Emma just huffed and went to their sons bedroom.

" Wooh I'm saved "

" Almost not Mikey Kun

"Shut up Takemitchy" Mikey put his shoes on and went outside

" Where are you going? " Mitsuya asked

" Somewhere, maybe visit Shinichiro to his shop? "

Mikey ventures the road with his precious CB250T when he decided to buy some snacks before he visit. Mikey park his motorcycle infront of a convinient store to buy some dorayaki to eat.

While starting the engine of his CB250T, Mikey heard some inaudible whimper near the alleyway across the convinient store, and being the curious guy he is, he went to the place where he heard the sound and found a small silhouette of a person

Mikey walk his way to the mysterious person only to find a small little girl, maybe the age of 8 or 9 err whatever...

"Hey, where's your parents? What are you doing in this kind of place? Don't you know it's too dangerous?" Mikey said while crouching down to face the little girl. He notice the she has short h/c hair and big doe e/c eyes.

'Just like her...' Mikey thought. He also noticed the girl's tattered clothes and skinny stature.

" I don't have a parents...only I have a brother but...he's dead...I only rely on myself... " She sadly answered.

Mikey only stared blankly at the girl, thinking how she able to survived on her own despite of her being young and all.

" Say, do you want to come with me? "

" My brother said that I shouldn't talk and come with a stranger "

" Well, you already talk to me, and as for being a stranger... My name's Manjiro, you can call me Mikey nii san from now on " Mikey point proudly to himself.

The girl can only stare at him, hesitation can be seen swimming her e/c eyes. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" Mikey says while smiling genuinely, his sincerity is literally oozing out of his body that cause the young girl to cling and accept his outstretched hand.

" So...What's your name again? You already know mine but I still don't know yours " Mikey asked while the both of them are walking their way to his CB250T

" Y/n "

" What? "

Mikey suddenly stop walking that cause y/n to bump into him.

" What's wrong? Mikey nii chan? " Y/n cutely asked the older male.

" Did you say Y/n? "

" Hmm! " Y/n nodded

Mikey stared at the young girl sadly, 'they also had the same name, now that I think about it, I already look everywhere yet I can't still find her, my sister... She suddenly disappeared without any traces... Does all those things that happened really a dream??

But this girl is...

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' Let Mikey nii have his happiness, just give all his sufferings to me, I can endure it all '

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'what the hell was that voice?' Mikey thought to himself while massaging his temple

" Mikey nii? " Mikey perk up and stare at the girl. He don't know what's really happening right now, he doesn't know why y/n, his sister suddenly disappeared right after he wakes up from that terrible nightmare, or is that really a nightmare? He doesn't know why he's the only one who can remembers her? And most of all, he doesn't know why this little girl besides him has the same name as y/n.

He didn't want to think of all that anymore, I mean, does he have the ability to decipher the mystery that is currently happening right now? No, Manjiro hates thinking about complicated things, nor he has the ability to.

The only thing matter is right now, the God above probably gives him a second chance to maybe not change everything but to make it up for all his mistakes. He didn't able to be a good brother for his late sister, y/n but he can to this little girl besides him.

" Mikey nii chan? Are we going to ride this " y/n suddenly asked while pointing to his precious motorcycle. The older male sat down to his CB350T and made y/n sat infront of him for safety.

" Obviously were gonna ride this! This is the best bike around here you know " Mikey boast while starting the engine. Y/n only giggled because of excitement and a little bit of fear, this is her first time riding a bike after all.

" Hold on tight kay? We're going to Shinichiro! He's also going to become you another brother! Aight? "

" Hmm! Is he kind? "

" Yeah he is, I'm sure he'll like you, after all he likes the other y/n the most " Mikey said while muttering the last part.

' Now that I think about it, maybe this girl is really y/n but in chibi form '

Mikey smirk at the thought and drive down the road with the night sky filled with glittering stars and the bright light of the moon guiding them to their main destination.

Ehem!! So yeah, I made a part two because the others are asking for it and I want to give an apology for it being late and all. Ehehe, hope you enjoy this !

Senku x fem named!reader

Rating: this chapter is A for Adults (minors be warned)

Warnings: this fic has elements of smut and a mention of eating disorders THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME CONTENT WITH THESE WARNINGS - check tags. 

Summary: Imogen has been awakened from petrification but she suffers from amnesia upon waking up. Senku and Taiju - her lover and childhood friend (respectively) before the petrification - must do their best to help her recall her past life.

Smut summary: soft sex, first time, no warnings but very NSFW.

Authors Note: I wanna start this off by saying I’m very proud of this piece. But I also want to say I’m sorry if some of the descriptions aren’t top tier as this is my first time writing smut. But I really hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did while writing it! ;) 

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Jack dawkins x f!reader

1,3k words

Summery: you wake up together and spend time as he escortes you to a social gathering

Request: HIII!! I really liked your posts and if you are okay with writing how jack dawkins spends his day of with the reader I would really be happy!🫶🏻💗

A/N: thank you! This makes me so happy if I get feedback and request. I hope you like this bit of fluff with jack. I wanted to highlight his cocky personality a bit.

Fluff

It was a lazy morning for you both. It was one of the rare days that both you and jack had taken a day off.

You lay tangled together on jack's small bed. Your arm draped over his belly, your head snuggled up against his arm. He was the first awake so he gladly took the chance to observe you.

It was a weird feeling for him to see you lay snuggled up in his arms. Your warmth against his side. Of course he had been physically close with a lot of women. But he never felt someone he loved snuggle up to him in their sleep. In fact had he never really felt love. The only one he always had was fagin. And he wasn't excactly the most warm and loving person.

You introduced him to love so to say. And he was just beginning to learn what it meant. It is a unsetteling feeling to suddenly not only care about his own wellbeing but yours too. When not even more.

It made him want to pull you closer to him to protect you at all times. Wether it was because he grew up constantly living agitated in fear or every men felt this way, he didn't know.

Usually jack was a confident, if not cocky man but this feeling made him crave your care. He'd never admit this but he wanted you to fuss over him. He felt like a child in these moments and he thought himself pathetic for it. Still he loved it when you made him something to eat, pulled his clothes straight, cleaned dirt of his face, went through his hair or even helped him bathe.

He smiled at you softly. You looked adorable to him. Your mouth slightly opened, your breaths tickled his arm slightly. With every breath he took your arm moved up and down with his belly.

Jack waited in this position until you fluttered your eyelids open and groggily took in the place you were at.

"Mornin', love" he grinned at the sleepy look on your face.

"Morning" you smiled and buried your head into his chest. You sighed contently. Hugging his arm to your chest. "How long have you been staring at me for?" You giggle as you breathed in the scent of him.

"Mhm a while." He grinned.

"Creep." You giggled.

"You know you love it."

He pulled his arms around you to pull you on top of him. You laughed as you struggled to get out of his grip. But he held you thight. "You're not getting away from me." He grinned.

You huffed in defeat and let yourself slump on top of him. He let out a small 'oof' at your sudden weight resting on him but he still held his arms thighly around you. "I win?" He teased.

You pouted. "You're awfully strong for a lanky man."

"I was a soldier and a sailor darlin' " he smirked and gave you a wink. You snorted but there was a loving smile on your lips.

He rolled you both around to position himself above you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours softly. You hummed contently as you kissed him back. Your hand pulling up to his hair.

He pecked your lips one last time before removing himself from you and standing up from the bed. He searched his room for his clothes and started to get dressed while you watched. He looked around for his waistcoat and you spotted it on the backrest of the bed, pulled it off and brought it over to him.

You held it up for him to slip in and he obliged happily. Your hand rested on his waist when you turned him around to face you. You buttoned up the waistcoat and pulled it straight, your eyes switching up to his eyes again. "This blue suits you."

His whole face lights up. "Thank you. You think it looks good?"

You absenently straighten the fabric of his trousers. "You look very handsome."

Jack grins. "Thank you love." He kisses your cheek.

You pull your clothing for the day on too and ask for his help in binding your corset.

With skilled fingers he pulled it close and made a ribbon at the end. "Does it fit well?"

"Yes. Thank you."

All set jack opened the door and held his arm out to you.

"May I escort you my lady?" You curtsied and took his arm. "Gladly mister."

He escorted you outside of the hospital while putting his hat on. The sun was shining brightly again which almost made it too warm in all the layers of clothing. Jack did have a free day but he was expected to attend a social gathering from the governor. So you were on your way to this social gathering you knew very little about, jack after asking him, knew not much more himself.

It was held in a hall as you arrived and jack greeted a lot of people politely. You curtsied and held your hand out a lot of times as you were expected as jacks companion.

"Dr Dawkins." A relatively tall man with sideburns and a mustache greeted him with obvious distaste as he shook jack's hand.

"Dr Sneed." jack gave him a nod with furrowed brows.

The eyes of sneed wander to your figure. "You must be miss Y/L/N." He took your hand and gave it a kiss.

You smiled politely. "Yes. It is a honor to meet you dr sneed."

"The honor is all mine." Sneed smiled sickeningly flirtatious.

Jack pulled you closer against him while he shot daggers at sneed with his eyes. Sneed seemed to share the same feelings as his eyes glared coldly at jack.

Jack escorted you further down the gathering to get away from sneed. "I hate him. Have you seen the way he looked at you?" He whispered furiously.

You layed a hand on his chest. "I know. Relax. You don't want to get in trouble again." You whispered while a polite expression was plastered on your face.

"Easy to say. I wanna punsh him just for that look-"

"Dr dawkins!" Another voice greeted him from behind us and we turned quickly around.

Jack cleared his throat. "Governor. What a honor to be invited. It seems lovely." He smiled.

You could clearly see that this wasn't what jack was good at. He was good at snarky comments. Always saying his opinion. At surviving on the streets or on a ship. He was good at dirty jobs.He wasn't made for fancy gatherings, clean clothes and pearls and polite small talk.

You made a small curty again greeted the governor with equal politeness. After the greetings were done, music started to play and drinks were served, you stood in a rather quiet corner together with a, guess what, fancy drink in hand.

You observed the people around you and your eyes fell on the dance floor in the middle of the room. Mostly courting pairs dancing formally together. Jack seemed to have noticed your interest and stood before you, one hand outstretched to you.

"Will you honor me with your hand for a dance?" You giggled and happily took his hand. He led you to the middle of the room and took a dancing position in. You started to carry out the dance moves with him. Almost moving as one.

"Where did you learn to dance?" You asked surprised as he pulled you closer to him for this move again.

"You didn't trust me to do that?" He teased.

"Actually no."

"I'm hurt. As a sailor. There was a lot of dancing. Though we lacked the women."

You smiled at the thought. "You know you're a real gentleman if you want to." His eyebrows raised with a grin.

"Is that a compliment?"

"I compliment you all the time. Your ego is way too big already."

He cocked his head to the side. "Aww come on. I never get enough of your compliments. Or your touch. Or your care. Or you for that matter."

"You know how to get a girl don't you?" You sighed.

"I assure you." He told you slightly more serious.

"I love you too jack." You whispered as you two swayed to the music.

So.... Uh...... (;-_-)

Can you write a fic about yandere five where the reader is actually really in love with him but..... One day they do something but only to make sure that he is safe but five assumes that they were trying to escape..

This leads to a fight where five physically and verbally hurts reader and that kinda broke the reader....... Stockholm Syndrome really mentally fucked them up and now that five is angry at them and hates them and starts to ignore them, they start to feel like life is meaningless...... And just miserable in general.

What would five do when he finds out that he assumed wrongly and punished the reader for no reason?

Would reader recover?

You don't have to write this if you don't want to. 😔

-𓆉77 anon

i couldn't resist this one...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST <333

warnings: yandere content, torture, abuse, starvation, suicidal thoughts, asshole five, abusive five, drinking, cheating, apathetic reader (in the end), swearing

PLEASE SEND IN MORE REQUESTS PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS IS WHAT FUELLS MEEEEEE

when the light flicked green

You could see the car burning from the academy window, whatever villain he was facing wreaking havoc right outside.

He’s not okay. He’s not going to be okay. You need to make sure he’s okay.

He’d kill you if you did, though. But maybe, you thought, just maybe he’d appreciate it. Maybe he’d finally see how much you loved him, how much you cared.

With that, you threw on the first pair of shoes you could find, along with a sweatshirt. Sprinting toward the door, you attempted to open it, finding it locked.

“Shit, Five, why do you have to be so difficult?” you asked no one in particular, the air being your only companion at the moment. Looking around more frantically as you heard another scream come from the streets, you tried to find another exit. The window.

The window, the window, the window.

Speeding over to it, you fiddled with the lock. While you were doing that, you caught a glimpse of the ground, expecting to see a land of chaos, your boyfriend- or whatever he was- on the ground bleeding. But it was relatively clear. The lock was undone.

“What are you doing?” he hissed behind you. Turning around, jumping at the sudden noise, you faced him. You thought your eyes would be greeted with Five’s normally nonchalant form, but he was tenser, almost shaking from something you haven’t seen from him.

You smiled, only seeming to make him shake more. “I was trying to find you.”

“Bullshit.”

You paused, furrowing your brows. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re only making this worse.”

“Making what worse? I didn’t do anything.”

~*~

You were in a room you didn’t even know existed; naked, cold, hungry, battered, bruised. You still didn’t know what you did.

Was it leaving your sneakers by the door? Was it the little stain you’d left on the towel accidentally when you had food on your fingers? You didn’t think those were a big deal, but apparently he did.

You would take that note for next time.

“Up,” he shouted from the top of the stairs. “Come on; I don’t have all day, now do I?”

Quickly, you got up, awaiting his arrival, but the look of disgust on his face made you want to shrink back into yourself. He threw a large, ripped t-shirt down to you. “Get dressed. I don’t want to see that.”

It wasn’t “I don’t need to see that,” or something else. He didn’t want to see you. He thought you were something disgusting, something to scrape off the bottom of his shoe.

“Come on. You have a long day ahead of you.”

~*~

You came out of that long day sporting at least eight new bruises.

You wiped the blood from your face with the raggedy t-shirt he’d left you with, wishing you a good night’s sleep as you had more to do the next day.

“You want to leave here?” he’d asked you. Even as you shook your head, begging him to tell you what you did wrong, he shushed you with a slap across the face. “Shut up; I don’t want to hear your pathetic whining. You want to leave? Huh? You’re helpless on your own, Sweetheart.” You used to love the nickname. Now it just gave you a deep gash that wasn’t physical. “You can’t do shit. And to show you that, I have a very specific list of things you’re going to do. Failure to complete the task will result in punishment.”

As if you weren’t already being punished by him, and if you weren’t being punished, you were being ignored. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Please, Five, you gotta listen. I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what I did. Was it the shoes? Was it the stain on the towel? I’m sorry; really, I am-”

“Shut up,” he would growl, taking another sip from the bottle that always seemed to be in his hand now.

You were locked in the basement for four days after that. No word from him; only his bruises lingering behind.

Poking and prodding at them, you began to feel a sense of comfort. It was as if he was there.

But now… now you didn’t really know if you wanted him, after all that he’d done, after what sick things he would do next.

You didn’t want him anymore.

~*~

It was routine now; you’d wake up, you’d make him breakfast. If anything was burned, you’d be beaten; once you were burned with the leftover grease. Then, you’d clean the bedroom from the night before. Sometimes there was another woman in there, the sheets stained with unnamable things. Other times, it was just bottles of whatever he’d gotten into. Then, you’d complete a list of tasks he’d compile for you. Then, no matter what you seemed to do, you’d get beaten again. There was always a mistake with you. Afterward, you’d make him dinner. You’d sit on the floor and watch him eat it. 

You would usually walk away with nothing; sometimes bread was chucked down the stairs. If he was feeling generous he’d drop it on the floor in front of you instead of chucking at your face.

Afterward, you’d go to sleep, ready to repeat it the next day.

You’d begun to feel nothing. You’d begun to break away from whatever love that was there for him, but with that, you broke away from everything that you had left. Anger, sadness. You stopped crying a month ago.

Then it happened. The first shots. You screamed.

You didn’t want to scream his name; but what choice did you have? The academy was long abandoned.

“It’s just a little more private, darling,” he’d told you one night, kissing your forehead. By that time, you were just falling in love with the man. “I’ll let you see people again, trust me, I will. But for now, we can just be together for a while.”

“Five!” you shouted. “Five, get me out of here!”

The door broke down, two men on the other side of it.

One had a smug expression on his face. “Well what do we have here, Evan? He has a girl? This should be good.”

~*~

You were well-prepared for what you faced there. Maybe you should’ve been thankful for what Five put you through. It toughened you up, you supposed.

Numbness is what you instilled within yourself. And numbness is most likely what you’d be feeling for a long time coming.

~*~

He’d torn the academy apart.

“Where have you gone, you little piece of shit?!” he shouted. A part of him mourned. A part of him wanted to grin.

You were getting what you deserved. Then, you’d be taken care of just as you should’ve before. Maybe in another year or two. For now, things would just have to be like this.

But what if they’re not lying?

No. You were lying. There was no way that you weren’t, no possible universe where you weren’t lying, or where you weren’t a traitor.

He approached the basement door again, this time noticing something strange.

There weren’t bullet holes in the walls when he had left.

He turned around to find a note on the table written in what could be the most disgustingly curly handwriting he’d seen. 

She’s with me. Come and get her if you want her.

~*~

“I’m sorry you had to travel all this way, Five,” the tall woman said. She seemed taller when he was in his younger body, even in his old body. But now that he’d gotten the nourishment he so desperately needed in the apocalypse, he grew (quite literally) to his full potential and towered over the woman.

“Where are they?”

“Well let’s not be too hasty, Number Five,” she said with something akin to a smirk. But it was a smile at the same time. He hated that about the Handler. She was always unpredictable. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Like what?”

“Like you stopping the apocalypse and going against your business.”

“I saved billions of lives. You can’t blame me for wanting to do that.”

“Yet you’re hurting the one you saved?”

“They deserved it.”

“Did they? Or are you deluding yourself?”

“I’m not deluding myself; this isn’t a fantasy. They lied to me; they tried to leave-”

“Or did they? There’s proof that says otherwise, Number Five. The facts are there.”

A TV was rolled into the room along with a tape. Your face flashed onto the screen, more abused than he had left it, making his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.

He was the only one allowed to do that. And the only reason he ever thought about it was because you deserved it; you were the liar, you were the traitor.

You were hooked up to what he realized was a lie detector.

“Now, would you like to tell me the time and date?” the commission employee asked.

“I have no idea.”

The light flicked green.

“Good. You’re off to a good start.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

The agent ignored that. “You dated one Mr. Five Hargreeves of the Umbrella Academy?”

“Yes, that would be correct.”

The light turned green.

“And I see you tried to leave this man?”

You rolled your eyes; he leaned forward. 

Please say yes.

“No. I was trying to make sure his ass was alright in that weird fight he got into that day. I was scared; I loved him; I needed to make sure he was alright.”

Be red.

The light flicked green.

He fell back into his chair, holding himself together by a thread.

“Well, Five-”

“Why did you show me this? Why would you ever-”

“I thought you would appreciate the truth, Number Five. We have her right here; you’ve already given us everything we need. Hurting her was more than enough,” the woman smiled at him. He wanted to tear her mouth off of her face.

~*~

You woke up in a comfortable room, bright white lights above you.

“Don’t move, baby, you’re okay.”

Was that Five? Was that him? 

You flinched away from the voice.

“Calm down, Honey, nothing will happen to you ever again, I swear it.” So it was Five. And turns out, the whole thing wasn’t a nightmare. You felt a thumb running over the skin of your hand. You looked at it for a long while.

“Do you need anything? You’re incredibly malnourished; you’re going to need some food soon.”

“I don’t want your food,” you croaked; clearly, your voice hadn’t been used in a long time. “I want your mercy. Stop playing nice and end it. Just do it. I’m a liar. I’m a bitch. I’m a monster. Just take the final shot. Don’t draw it out; I’m done with the shit.”

His eyes widened. You didn’t know why they did. Maybe he wasn’t expecting you to ask for it so soon. Maybe he didn’t realize just how pathetic you were, how right he was in those moments.

“I’m waiting, Mr. Hargreeves. Let’s get the show on the road.”

He shook his head quickly, placing a hand on your forehead, slicking your hair back from your face. “No, Baby, I’m not going to do that. You can’t- I didn’t. You weren’t lying. And don’t you dare say those things ever again.”

“Or what?” you laughed, closing your eyes, and throwing your head back on the pillow. That was something you had missed dearly. Pillows. Too bad they were probably going to be taken from you in a matter of minutes. You had to enjoy things while they lasted, you supposed. “You’re going to hurt me? You’re going to starve me until I’m sobbing and rolling around on the ground in pain? Sorry, but I don’t think that’s anything new, buddy.”

He continued to stroke your hair back from your face, beginning to tear up slightly.

That was new.

That was fake.

This was a new game.

“No, sweetheart. You- you have no idea how sorry I am. I’m going to take care of everything from now on, okay? I promise. You’ll never be treated like that ever again, no matter what happens. I’m so so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you so, so much.”

A while ago you would’ve died to hear those words. But at this point, you were apathetic to them.

You looked at him, then picked at your fingernails mindlessly. “That’s good for you, I suppose.”

He recoiled, but continued to pet your hair, to give you what could be seen as affection. “We’ll get there, Honey. I know it’ll be tough for a while. Now, how about some breakfast. We’ll have your favorite. How does that sound?”

Madam Gojo - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of “madam”, unprotected, créampie, kníves, overstím, féral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys don’t understand.

They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too. 

The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that you’ve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.

Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.

Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didn’t seem like they’d stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room. 

Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

Lady Henituse | Masterpost

— pairing » Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse has a wife. A fucking wife. And as far as Kim Rok Soo knows, ‘Isabella Henituse’ did not exist in the ‘Birth of a Hero’. Much less a wife.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, angst, fluff, (more to be added)

— status » soon.

Prologue » Isabella knew enough that the man in front of her is not her husband. Not the Cale Henituse she knows.

I » Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to wake up at someone gently combing their fingers through his hair. But no matter how tempting it was to succumb to it, he can’t. Because Kim Rok Soo definitely remembers that there isn’t anyone who would do this to him.