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Manhwa

The broken ring, this marriage will fail anyway

yandere!carcel escalante with ines!reader scenario

I’m a villainess but I became a mother

Pink Venom [yandere!calix x loure!reader]

Father I don’t want to get married

I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father! [yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader]

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

yandere!maximillian kasin ashet with fem!reader! headcanons

yandere!regis adri floyen with fem!reader headcanons

Who made me a princess

yandere!athanasia de alger obelia with fem!reader headcanons

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

yandere!kim dokja with gender-neutral!reader headcanons

Manga

Lady K and The Sick Man

The Sick Man’s Sunny Neighbor [soft yandere!yuushi totsumoto with fem!reader mini series [on hiatus]

part one

part two

part three

The dark history of the reincarnated villainess

It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic! [on hiatus]

[ poly!yanderes x Iana magnolia!reader]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

Record of Ragnarök

yandere!thor headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!poseidon headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!loki with fem!kokushibo!reader [request]

yandere!Jack the ripper with fem!tanjiro!reader

part one

part two

yandere!poseidon with muichiro!fem!reader [request]

yandere!poseidon with shinobu!reader headcanons

platonic!yandere!shiva with nezuko!reader headcanons

yandere!aphrodite with muichiro!fem!reader headcanons

yandere!apollo with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

yandere!beezlebub with makima!reader headcanons

Chainsaw Man

False Garden of Eden [csm!various x stoic!reader]

Anime

Mononoke

yandere!kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy!

Yandere!Dark Schneider with Shinobu!reader headcanons

The Case Study of Vanitas

Tanz des Todes [yandere!Vanitas with gender neutral! Addams! reader] [completed]

part one

part two

Danmei

Scum Villian’s Self-Saving System

yandere!luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

The White Husky and His Pet Cat Shizun

yandere!merman!chu wanning with male!researcher!reader scenario

Web Series

The Amazing Digital Circus

yandere!Jax with gender neutral!magician!reader headcanons

yandere!Ragatha with gender neutral! rabbit plush! reader headcanons

yandere!Jax who is touch-starved for gender-neutral!reader scenario

Hazbin Hotel

yandere!Alastor with gender neutral!tinkerer!reader headcanons

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Vox with fem!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader Valentine’s Day scenario

platonic yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario [on hiatus]

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Cursed Cat!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader [ask]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: jealousy

Original Works

Masterlist

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.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʟᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

warning:

will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows + movies (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned.

other stuff to look out for? this is a part-crackfic slash reader-insert story, so you'll be breaking reality (plus some hunky hearts, mehehehe) with your chaos magic while being a shop-owning badass grandma. i'm telling ya'll, it's just absolute craziness here and the author being sleep-deprived. (シ_ _)シ

what's even better? #girlbosses nobara and maki call you a milf (cutiepatootie yuuji calls you mom, though). if you don't like that and the webtoony title, just scroll away. („• ֊ •„)

oh! before i forget, i was also inspired by the amazing @elysianslove and one of her wonderful works about a haikyuu x scarletwitch!reader. mwah, go and check it out! ヾ(*'▽'*)

[✔ - Rewritten and edited after the events of Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness]

00. how it all began ✔

01. nanami kento: the workaholic who needs a year-long vacation from everything and a limitless—pun intended—white-haired headache ✔

02. gojo satoru: the overpowered manchild who loves to annoy everybody and splurge his excessive wealth on sugar instead of being an actual sugar daddy ✔

03. fushiguro toji: the ex-assassin who wears his shirts two sizes too small while being an expert at not paying child support ✔

04. ryomen sukuna: the sadistic maniac who's just too bored with his life so he waits to pick a fight as he sits on his throne made out of the skulls of his enemies ✔

05. geto suguru: the traitor who calls people monkeys but later on gets his body hijacked by a literal mastermind creature ✔

06. kamo choso: the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound ✔

07. witchcraft & other shenanigans ✔

08. spellbound ✔

09. grief ✔

10. fantasy ✔

11. cursed ✔

12. destiny ✔

13. madness ✔

...?

(still a work in progress; chapters will be updated with links throughout the next few months)

Bonus Scenes:

Visitors

The Return to KFC

synopsis:

When you moved into this new universe, no one warned you that you would become the mother figure to several traumatized kids while at the same time juggling six adult men who had their own personal issues (one was a blunt workaholic with a peculiar fashion taste in neckties, the second was a narcissistic overgrown kid with too much power, the third was a supposed-to-be-dead deadbeat dad slash hitman, the fourth was a sadistic tattooed psychopath with a secret chocolate addiction, the fifth was an ex-mass murderer who had his body stolen by a brain, and the last one just wanted his brothers together, poor thing).

You were just a retired witch owning a small shop, wanting to live the rest of your miserable life in peace. They called themselves jujutsu sorcerers, and apparently this new universe you'd chosen to settle down in had nasty monsters—curses, they said—that were born out of people's shitty emotions.

Who knew that being an old lady was hard these days? Now you understood what Dr. Strange felt when you and Loki accidentally unleashed the Multiverse of Madness. Maybe you did need to see Bucky's therapist.

taglist: to be added! (just comment below or message me if you'd like to be included)

BABY'M

Thinking of informant!black!Y/n being this love sick🥰gf of luffy, wanting him every second but can't visit cause of his safety but one day says fuck it and visits.

Pairings: Luffy x Black!Fem!Informant!Reader

Warning: fluff💞, touchy feely y/n👀 and grammatical errors.

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You met them having trouble with a couple of marines on their way to dressrosa.

You help them but they're all sceptical thinking you were going to blackmail/threatened them, since you were an informant.

You apparently knew alotta shit about everyone, but to be honest you would rather threaten the world government by releasing songs that have hidden meanings.

But instead you taunt them by circling their captain making them all on guard including law.

You run your hand down luffy's back causing him to stiffen.

"A little tense aren't you, relax a little." You teased going to his front, his gaze was shielded by his straw hat, until it was taken by you that is. You traced his scar with your finger while harbouring his strawhat on your head. He did say it looked better on you anyways.

This seemed to make the whole crew tense. He let you take his straw hat? luffy lets on one take his straw hat.

"What do you want?" Law asks raising his eyebrow at you suspiciously, his hand on his sword and the other spread out, ready incase you decided to play some cruel joke.

"Why does everyone assume i want something?" You pouted, but instead of looking at him you look up at luffy whose eyes are slightly shadowed by his hair.

"-plus if i want something, it's mine." You retorted shifting your gaze to his chest now running your hands up and down his pectorals slowly while biting your lips.

Hmm firm. Has he been working out? Damn you were definitely drooling.

"Is that a threat?" Luffy asks surprising his crew with his serious tone especially law, this doesn't seem like the idiot captain he made an alliance with.

His tone sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. Ugh you really missed him.

"Hmm, what if it was? After all i know every.single.thing about you, that's no fun now is it?" You taunted wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting your left leg only to place them on his waist, causing everyone on board to act, only to stop abruptly as luffy raised his hand.

Humouring you he ran his hand up your thighs before going over the curve of your plump ass to rest on your waist, this caused his crew to raise an eyebrow in confusion and you to shudder.

"Its your job after all." He said smiling brightly while flicking the straw hat on your head.

"Oh how I've missed you, anata~" You said bearing a love struck gaze.

'ANATA?' The strawhats froze solid with their jaw dropped , this was his darling?!

The one that would send Love notes and songs, excessive amounts of money and care packages and flood his special den den mushi which only took calls from you.

Clearly they thought luffy had landed another boa hancock or rather another fangirl thinking he would ignore such gestures but surprisingly he was also as in love with her as she was with him.

He made sure to write back, listen to your songs playing them and showing them off proudly and when he talked to you, was when he was the brightest, his smile reaching his eyes, his pearly white teeth on display and kicking feet raised in the air while he was on his favourite or rather 'captain seat'.

You definitely were a beauty and getting the most beautiful woman in all the seas proved rather difficult but definitely not for luffy.

"Shi shi shi as have i!" He said wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate and desperate kiss.

His hands cradling your head while his fingers pulled at your curls gently, your arms running up his chest before you moved one arm to his head running your fingers through his hair. He groaned subtly at this, tighten his hold on you and deepening the kiss.

Making not only his crew but law stunned, how the fuck did this idiot of a captain pull such a dangerous woman not only in the name but her looks too. 'Come the fuck on she was bloody gorgeous and she could kill you or for you, regardless who wouldn't want a woman like her'.

Sanji banging the floor boards weeping and wailing "HOWWWWWWWWW HOW DID HE GET A WOMAN BEFORE MEEEE A GORGEOUS WOMAN AT THATTTTT! LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!!".

Zoro sheathing his swords back, flustered and flabbergasted "get it i guess?".

Nami salivating on how her captain beloved's bounty could set her for life "ooh she rich rich, welcome aboard big sis!".

Brook covering his crimson coloured skinless with his bony fingers watching the couple make out, perversly "Yohohoho, what a bold woman".

chopper hiding with ussop behind zoro while they both tried counting her bounty with their fingers and toes... It wasn't working "w-what d-did she d-do t-too ge-get h-her bounty t-th-that high!!".

Robin chuckling knowing this was coming cause apparently she could understand some words of the foreign language you sang in your songs for him, they were mostly very lewd and descriptive, oh her captain's darling seems to be a needy one.

This was language you supposedly taught him to keep nosy beings out of your scandalous and lewd conversations. "oh my, seems she got tired of waiting."

Franky sighing knowing he was going to need to build a separate room for them "haaa, well i guess i better start making blueprints for a suppperrrr captain room, a personal and soundproof captain room."

And law slightly relived maybe you would keep your rambunctious lover on track atleast he could tell you could definitely handle luffy. "Ha...i might actually make it to zou in one piece".

Luffy was happy, excited infact, he finally got to meet the love of his life after five years, rather than random glimpses of her in most of the places he visited.

The last glimpse of her was in sabody archipelago, he was on the flying fish on his way to save camie from the auction house when he saw her shadowed figure.

Seeing just her shiny brown skin and wisps of her (h/c) curly (h/l) hair flowing in the wind, that was enough to know it was her even though she was covered head to toe with a black cloak and hat.

Their eyes meeting,his dark brown hues locking onto her mysterious (e/c) eyes, holding so many unfortold stories and secrets, his brother, ace would say at times.

A peck on his forehead bringing him out of his mindwandering, looking down to see you.

"Your really here." He said breathlessly.

"Of course." You assured equally breathless. oh how you missed him, body, mind, and soul.

"Not gonna introduce me?" She smirked.

"I was!! Your gonna love them!."He said beaming.

"Oi you guys this is my darling!"He hollered.

"Hello i'm (Y/n) (L/n) Nice to meet you!" She said mirroring luffy's smile.

Oh ho they definitely knew the name '(Y/n) (L/n)' the most wanted woman in the world, meaning Dragon was second on the most wanted list

You were number one meaning you also had the highest bounty, you would expect people to come after you but how can you find someone who has the ability to vanish off the surface of the earth.

Not only that but she was dangerous, bringing down organisations after organisations that threatened the wellbeing of innocents around the world and utterly humiliating the world government taunting them, the seven warlords and emperors of the seas, yes a menace she was, releasing records after records, slandering her enemy's in them, but a beacon of hope appeared, a way to stop her or rather keep her leashed.

After she released a song involving her beloved in it, it all began, gathering clues, intercepting in all her calls, but she was too smart, jamming their radios, vaguely descriping the love of her life in every song to tease and taunt them, to torment them making it known that they would only be wasting their time and even if they searched the whole bloody world they would only eat what was being fed to them by her.

'Black hair?!! It could be anyone for fuck sake, Aoijiki also has black hair what are you going to do? Execute him?'

Slowly but surely a quest to find this mysterious lover of her's, the man that makes her swoon and turn to mush everytime he is mentioned, turned to a whole investigation not only the world government but the emperors and warlords sending out their best to investigate, to find who this so called lover of hers was.

Surely they'd have her under control if they could find him, right? Handful of people who found out were definitely shocked namely; shanks, mihawk and dragon.

They found out when she finished recording a song on shanks ship, mistakely she moaned his name on a call with him, shanks and mihawks over heard this, so did ben and lucky roo AND yassop, in short they were spying on her.

I mean who wouldn't, you literally ran out of the recording booth squealing while holding a den den mushi that looked vaguely similar to the strawhat bearing man they seemed to know.

And dragon who was actually seeked out by you to tell him that you'd marry his son, he was flabbergasted really, not only were you dating his son but you wished for his blessings. Why though he never was in his son's life to begin with, but he respected you greatly after that.

Plus even if they knew they couldn't tell why?. Well, because who would believe them?. 'The dangerous and alluring (Y/n)'s lover turned out to be the captain of the Straw hats; Monkey D. Luffy.'

Come on like they'd buy that, they rather believe a woman like you would fancy Trafalgar law or Portgas D. Ace, they were dangerous men after all but luffy?!

It's was gonna be a lot to swallow.

Well the crewmates were certainly shocked it was luffy all along how couldn't they bloody see that, the endless calls, the love letters, bloody hell the fucking love songs.

"Thank you for taking care of him, my man is high maintenance after all." You chirped out.

"You have no idea." They all said which stunned you causing you to chuckle.

"Hey! I can take care of myself." Luffy said looking at you before pursing his lips and turning to look elsewhere while sweating nervously.

"And he apparently still can't lie to save his life." You sighed

"-Anyways why don't we all go inside and talk i'd love to hear all about your adventures." You clapped turning to them.

"Right this way ma'am" sanji said hearts twirling around him.

"Hmm a gentlemen, i'm swooning already." You said laughing.

"Hey sanji watch it! Mine!" Luffy said wrapping his rubber hands around his darling several times before snapping at sanji.

"I'll cook for you if you behave." You said smiling sweetly.

"Yes ma'am". He released you, leading you into the kitchen stunning his crewmates and law who were following behind you both at his personality change.

it was definitely going be a long night, because everyone wanted to know how luffy bagged such an exotic woman.

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Hi hi! Back again! (●'◡'●)ﾉ♥ i actually wanna make this a series cause i have so many ideas ackkk can't wait, anyways the title 'Baby'm' is actually 'My baby' but in my language, i just thought id add a lil twist ₍⁽˚⑅̆˚⁾₎

Did We Lose Our Spark?

Tw: Recovery, poly dynamics, cheating implied, character death lowkey implied, moving on, reminiscing, torture briefly mentioned

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Word Count: 1.4k

<< Previous (Pt. 1)

Weeks passed, blurring together one after the next. By the end of the third week, Mikey felt like he lost his mind. He searched, but every stone was clean. Every corner dusted, and time marched on. Eventually, arguments led to physical confrontations with executives. Work-life slowly unraveled, but his home disintegrated. Mikey’s fights followed home. Outbursts were rare at home. When they did occur, it was you that managed to tame the beast.

Without you there, Yuki was left to her own devices. She never was confrontational. It was uncommon for her to disagree with Mikey. As his sanctuary crumbled, the last connection to his cozy home shattered.

Mikey had arrived home earlier than usual. It became routine that this stale husk remained silent. Yuki staying her room and Mikey laid in your old room. This night, however, the walls chattered. Moans, accompanied by the impacts of a headboard, shattered his glass heart. Within the hour, Sanzu and the Haitanis entered the penthouse; they turned the moans into screams. Cleaners entered shortly after.

Your things were packed up. Placed into a storage unit…” just in case…”

That’s what he told everyone.

Mikey could recall your laughter, even your cooking.

That ache would never go away. Even as months flew by, it felt as fresh as a bullet wound. Nothing could match his anger. Every outlet he attempted never satisfied him. He tried marring traitors with broken bones and bruises. Nothing. Nothing could help alleviate that crushing feeling in his chest.

He had no reason to be angry at you. At Yuki? Debatable…as he drove her away.

A voice cut into his dissociative state, “Hey, Mikey.” With a snap of his neck, he could have sworn it was your voice. He could have sworn it your smile beaming at him. Before he could reach out, the voice came again…different than before. “Mikey? Boss,” oh, it was just Kakucho.

“Why don’t I drive you home? You need the rest,” he offered, staring at his superior with the tiniest bit of empathy.

Mikey simply nodded, feeling empty as the mirage evaporated. “Whatever happened to us?” nagged him in the backseat. He stared out to the sky, wondering if you were seeing the brightest star between the clouds as he was.

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Imagining a life without Manjiro Sano was difficult, but living it? You nearly died every day for a month. The ache was unbearable; you could barely leave the apartment for food. Let alone to find a job or purchase furniture. As days melted away, so did the threads of co-dependency. When the month passed, the ache was bearable enough to interact with the world. Winter’s appearance allowed you to hide in plain sight.

You rediscovered yourself in the winter chill.

The ground shivered as you thawed. You were able to find a job at a local museum. Untouched by Bonten and its enterprises. Quietly, you worked away in their administration. It felt like a breath of fresh air compared to your old birdcage. Slowly, you invested in old hobbies. Painting. Singing. Eventually learning the guitar.

Yet, despite your life turning around.

Your thoughts would often drift to Manjiro. You questioned what happened to the puppy love, the laughter.

Memories resurfaced too often. You had failed to realize how Mikey kept you like a caged songbird. Yet you yearned for him still. One by one. These memories flickered like fairy lights. It felt like yesterday you were going on your first date. The way you screamed as Mikey revved his bike, speeding down the road. Arms gripping his abs for dear life. Your ears rang with his laughter. You launched yourself onto the grass the second the bike stopped. So so happy to be on solid ground. His smile always had your heart skipping a beat.

You missed him.

Of course, you did.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

When the snow melted, you were cautious enough. Minimizing your time outside of the apartment and work. However, you celebrated little achievements along the way. You splurged at the kombini when you finally got a frame for your mattress. It took you back to your first apartment, waiting for Mikey’s calls. When he appeared at your window unannounced for late-night drives. You laughed about the time you almost knocked him out with a bat. It was the one time he used his keys.

That quickly faded into the night that Emma passed. When he appeared your door, marred with bruises. It was a miracle he managed to walk there. Dropping to his knees, you caught him on your shoulder. Letting him scream and cry until his voice was hoarse. With his house feeling empty, Mikey began moving into your apartment.

It turned into a small love nest. His oasis from gang life. Mikey’s favorite thing was coming home to your curry. Copious amounts of spice made his subordinates, Sanzu and Kokonoi at the time, gag. But to Mikey, it was always a prized reset. A sliver of happiness that tethered him to his unfortunate life. As the gang grew, your nest moved.

That’s when Yuki was introduced. At the turn of Kantou Manji transitioning to Bonten, Mikey asked if it were possible to add a third. You were taken back, but never against the idea. Who were you to deny someone else that loved him as you did? Someone he had managed to open up to. With a nod, he slowly began integrating her into your home and relationship.

It took months before she moved in. As she did, you felt a pang in your chest seeing them. One that would eventually shrink, but never disappear. The two of you grew closer as Mikey’s assignments lasted longer. Yuki was able to take refuge in you, as you did with her. The penthouse felt livelier with the three of you home. Ache turned into laughter, which morphed into soft pants and moans.

Your paradise didn’t last long, as comments and ridicule began. Bruises appearing and fading. Only to be replaced with cigarette burns. Half a year passed without them, but you recall each one. Healing took time; you eventually began painting them. It was the first time viewing the unsightly hues of purple, green, and blue. You were treated so carelessly then…

Treated like a broken doll to the room.

You painted succulents onto the image of your breast. That burn.

It was like a vow. It’ll never happen again.

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A year. Bonten has searched for a year. How did they find you?

Takeomi’s secretary happened to recognize you from a photo kept in Mikey’s office. She didn’t hesitate to contact her boss. Kakucho accompanied him to view you sitting in your little world of history and art. You sat by a window, covered in cozy clothes for the season.

They noticed a glow radiating from you, even at this distance. Kakucho could see how immersed you were in your book; how your posture was physically relaxed. It was a miracle. You were constantly nervous and stiff.

It was as if you were a different person.

Sounds of clicks broke his trance; watching Takeomi send photos of you to Mikey.

T: Found your birdie

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Mikey choked on his taiyaki. He stared at his phone, seeing your soft smile again. You appeared so different. Cheeks fuller, your dimple showing, and your hair even looked different. Takeomi was anticipating orders, he knew that.

But he wanted to see you.

He wanted to apologize.

So, he asked the duo to tail you and report back with an address.

By end of the day, Kakucho had given Mikey your place of work and apartment building addresses. It took everything for Mikey not to cry and scream You were under their nose. Living an ordinary life. He anticipated, may be felt, that you weren’t coming back.

But he wanted to at least try.

To hear it from you.

As Mikey arrived, Kakucho gave him your apartment number.

He didn’t need it. Seeing you sitting on your small balcony. A cigarette in hand, letting the chilled winds disrupt your smoke. He couldn’t breathe; the ache in his chest turned into leaps. Reminding him of your first apartment together.

With a wave, his executives were sent away.

He dragged his feet across the snow.

Mikey’s legs shook. Imagine that the elusive, fearless leader of Bonten was nervous. His fingertips were nipped by the cold. Tired eyes scaled the side of the building, landing on you. The softness in your face staring to the darkening sky. Just like your late-night rides. Just like…

“Hey, Mikey.”

Just like when you met.

“Hey, Y/N.”

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. Uni has started up again for me. My requests are open! I hope y'all liked it.

⤏ dominion 

summary. lust, longing, love—all of that was unattainable for a man who lived in the shadows of his own sin. that was until you brought to him a fleeting taste of heaven. now, mikey would stop at nothing to keep you by his side… no matter the consequences.

pairing. mikey x fem!reader, a hades & persephone retelling

cw. forced engagement, mentions of murder, mention of a funeral, mentions of gun wounds, injuries, tension, allusions to torture, blood, gore, alcohol, sexual tension, language, smoking, jealousy, slut-shaming, rape/non-con elemetns, fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, exhibitionism, tattoos, murder (many people get shot in this fic), motorbike sex, praise, degradation, voyeurism, nipple play, breeding kink, unprotected sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, c*mming untouched, squirting, foreplay, choking, blowjobs, deepthroating, light bondage, sex toys (vibrators + nipple clamps), cum play, aftercare, betrayal, angst, near-death experiences, mentions of pregnancy, fight scenes, anal, gangbang, spit kink, double penetration, cowgirl position, face down position, mentions of non-con recording, possessive behavior

wc. 28k+

a/n. it’s here—this monster of a fic that has haunted my thoughts since it was conceived. thank you all for your patience and kind encouraging words! without them, i wouldn’t have managed to pull through <3 the next part will be posted soon! 

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working late into the night as manjiro’s personal assistant has you frustrated, thinking maybe your certain toy will relieve the stress but your boss thinks he could do a better job..

tw. fem!reader, mentions of m!masturbation & f!masturbation, cursing, praise, breeding kink, creampie, soft dom mikey w/ sub! reader

wc. 1.8k

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being manjiro sano’s personal assistant was no walk in the park—he wanted his papers on his desk at eight in the morning sharp, a cup of tea placed perfectly beside him as soon as he walked in the door and you had to be at his beckon call—day or night.

you didn’t seem to mind it at all though, mikey had a comfortable aura about him—he ceased any teasing or gawking subjected towards you as if you were his yet you weren’t but sometimes it truly felt like the opposite.

“do you have any plans tonight?” mikey asks, resting his chin atop his fist as he watches you place a set of papers in front of him, “do i need to stay over?” you answer the question with another, mikey liked that—you didn’t ever tiptoe, straight to the point, easy to read—easy to persuade.

“is that okay? i’m not holding you up from a boyfriend or anything?” mikey smiles, it’s genuine with a painted faux care tacted to his lips, your hands fly up in defense, scoffing off any sense of a boyfriend. “n-no, i haven’t dated in y-years, so—i’m free” you feel your cheeks burn hot, the sensation searing to the tips of your ears and mikey can probably tell how flustered you are getting from such a simple question.

“if you need me, i’ll be here” mikey smiles again, this time cocking his head to the side in an affectionate manner, your stomach swirls at the action but you dismiss it—he did this with you a lot, teased you with small gestures and when you thought maybe there was a glimmer of something more—he’d shut it down completely, every single time.

but manjiro has a secret, it started as a normal twenty-something guy would have, imagining you—naked as you were underneath him, his name fell from your lips at each plunge of his cock diving deeper into your hole, mikey even created a new scenario each time he played it out in his mind—the result always being the exact same, your name tasting like honey on his tongue as he shot his sticky white seed in his hands.

every night as manjiro fucked his cock to you plaguing his spotless mind, he always wished for the same thing—you. mikey wanted you, in more ways than one but something he craved so much was something he couldn’t obtain so easily, but manjiro had time—plenty, even having you as his personal assistant granted him raw exposure but it never was enough.

the clock read deep into the night, voices were hushed inside the bonten building, stagnant air secluded the scenery of your office where you’d diligently worked on the paperwork mikey had assigned you—the bags on your eyes felt heavy, limbs were crystalized with a dense magnitude of weight and with everything manjiro had said earlier to you—created a heat to pool between your legs.

you feel the impulse creep along your arms, fingers twitching with a need and your mind secluded with just one single thought—no one was here, technically. so why not relieve yourself, right here, right now?

the small vibrator laid inside your purse, easy to the eye but burned into your vision, slowly leaning down you pick it up, closely looking at the mechanical parts of the tiny machine that could easily wash the tension right away. it came easy to spread your legs under the desk, slip your panties to the side and click on the setting.

you started out slow, letting your mind walk you through your orgasm—manjiro would be the star in your dreams, his gentle fingers sliding through your slit, groans vibrating through his chest when he’d feel just how wet you were for him, the strands of his hair saturated with sweat from how much he’d be aching to fuck you.

it was perfect—almost euphoric as the high reached the tips of your toes, creeping along the edges of your mind as white clouded your eyes, mikey would be over you—nails dig deep into the fat of your thighs as he spread you open, the loud clash of his cock smacking against your needy cunt. you know he’d tease you at first, toying with your tiny hole with his cock, cooing at you as you pleaded for more.

in this lucid dream it’d be all worth it, the stretch around his length as mikey pushed inside you, his lips automatically claiming your own, the moan blistering his lips as he started fucking you— the vibrator can’t even keep up with how hard you’re pressing it on your clit.

you’re so close, the taste of your orgasm rests on the tip of your tongue—thighs trembling as the high reaches its peak, and you’re almost there, signaling in your throat of the pitiful moan fumbling from your lips.

“you even sound better than what i imagined” it’s an unfamiliar voice at first, reality coursing through your veins as manjiro makes his appearance, slowly gliding around your desk and your quick to toss the vibrator aside and adjust your skirt, frantically collecting yourself before mikey faces you.

“do you think that toy will be enough for that pretty pussy?” mikey smirks, standing in front of you now as he easily leans down, his face inches from you and your face sets aflame, pushing back in your chair to give yourself distance from him.

“i—i-i uh, i didn’t know you were still here” you stutter out, mikey only comes closer, laying a hand on your thigh as he bends back over, “i told you i’d be here, angel” mikey slides his hand closer to your heat, smiling as you begin shaking under his hold.

“it’s been awhile since i’ve—you know, i thought..” you trail off, no words could really explain what you’re doing, being caught—by your ideal dream maker and now his fingers are closing in on your pussy—but mikey pulls away as quick as he was on you, shrugging his shoulders before pivoting his feet and leaving your office.

“fuck me please, manjiro” you whisper out, screwing your eyes shut from the embarssment and honing in on the noises of your boss, you’re prepared for the worse knowing what happens next is thrown into the unknown.

there’s just something about how manjiro stares at you from his desk, as if you’re the ideal creation he’d painted in his head—the way your bare hips sway over to him, lip fixated between your teeth as you climb on top of him, the expensive leather beneath his body—how he gets a shiver down his spine at how much it’ll be ruined with your juices spilling on it.

there’s already a knot tied deep in your stomach when you swing your legs on either side of mikey’s hips, larger hands cup your cheeks as his length rests on your stomach. “you wanted to ride me didn’t you, pretty girl?” mikey whispers, much like the nights he spent alone with his hands working the ache of his cock to release—you shyly nod back, but this is now, and manjiro wants to hear it this time.

“don’t be shy princess, tell me what you want to do—to me” mikey coos, rubbing soft circles against your warm cheeks, steam should be rolling from his hands at how much he’s flustering you. but manjiro loves it, your body withering on his lap, soft pants fluttering through your lips and the feel of your juices coated his flushed cock.

“wanna ride your cock” you whimper, head knocking towards the heavens as mikey slides your soaked cunt across his length—it’s endless, the subtle teasing but mikey truly could do more but he’s holding off—it’s something he’s dreamed of forever, this moment has to stain his mind for as long as it can.

“what else, pretty?” mikey utters, hovering your form right over his throbbing cock, your hands grip against his shoulders, a line of sweat drips down his forehead—slow, something mikey is struggling with so badly, “b-breed me, manjiro.” now he’s falling completely over, eyes growing wide as he just imagines what filling your hole to the fucking brim will look like.

“yeah? you want me to breed you? fuck” mikey shakily exhales, sinking you down fully on his cock, the pent up moan rattles against your chest, mikey hands build around your face, holding you gently as you’re guided down, ass hitting his lap.

your groans fuse together, mikey’s hands wrapping around your body as he rocks you against his length, “move like this baby, ride me like a good girl” mikey grunts, sinking his fingers in your hips, grinding you down harder—spongy spot hit with his cock with every thrust upwards.

“manjiro” you breathlessly moan, he only hums back bending down to capture your tit in his mouth, tongue swirling against the bud, the other hand tracing along the curve of your spine till he reaches the base of your neck, gently gripping it—swaying your hips to match mikey’s subtle bucking.

“just like that, ride my cock just fucking like that angel” mikey whines, mouth agape as he feels the sheer amount of wettness slathering his thighs, body pressed tightly to his chest and fuck—hes already wanting to cum so bad, cock twitching against your warm walls.

“t-tell me princess, tell me how much you want my fuckin’ cum” mikey pants, crashing his mouth on yours with his tongue dipping down your throat, he feels how close you are—leaning you back with a connnected line of spit manjiro brings two lithe fingers down to circle of your puffy clit.

“need to have you cumming on my cock before i breed you pretty, need that pussy wet and perfect for me” mikey sighs, his eyes are blown back, strands of his hair lingering on his cheeks and the sounds of his tiny whines flushing past his lips are divine—it only takes seconds for your orgasm to wash against your core.

the audible groan mikey subjects into the air when he feels you gush, thighs shaking as you cream around his cock—manjiro can only fill that begging dripped dream of filling your hole—the amount is massive, leaky cock painting your velvet walls a pretty white till the spillage splatters his chair below him—just like he wanted.

“s-shit, pussy keeps wantin’ more angel” mikey smirks before tucking his lip between his teeth, it’s so messy—so wet, you feel the heat rise to your cheeks when you notice his cum below at your connected bodies. “look at it baby, all that is for you” mikey whispers, brushing his lips across yours.

you’re dwindling down from a hazy high, lidded eyes looking at him with a cloud mixed in your vision, mikey cups your cheeks—he doesn’t want to even budge, it’ll leak out that way and manjiro wants all of his seed to stay in.

“s’much manjiro, s-so much” you gasp, covering your face with your arm as he vines his around you, keeping you close to his warm chest, mikey uses calloused fingers to trace small circles on your back, his cock nestled inside you, flourishing on the juices mixed with his sticky white seed.

“yeah? you’re mine now princess and i’m going to mark what’s mine, pretty fuckin’ pussy deserve more of my cum.”

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?”

So i've been experimenting with chatgpt when i suddendly ask the AI if they can make a short story about our beloved sorcerer Gojo Satoru and Reader, here's what chatgpt give me😄😄:

Title: Fated Encounters

In the bustling streets of Tokyo, you found yourself lost in the whirlwind of life. Little did you know, your path was about to intersect with that of the enigmatic sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

One evening, as you were walking home from work, you noticed a commotion near a quiet alley. Intrigued, you approached the scene, only to witness a group of cursed spirits terrorizing the area. Heart pounding, you felt helpless until a sudden surge of energy dispersed the malevolent entities. It was Gojo Satoru, his eyes concealed by his signature blindfold.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soothing yet commanding.

Stunned by his presence, you managed to nod. He extended a hand, helping you up with an ease that hinted at his immense power.

As days turned into weeks, chance encounters with Gojo became more frequent. He would appear out of nowhere, saving you from dangerous situations that seemed to gravitate towards you. A connection started to form between you, his enigmatic aura drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

One evening, you found yourself at a quiet café, lost in conversation with Gojo. He shared stories of his sorcerer training, his dedication to protecting the world from cursed spirits, and even snippets of his mischievous sense of humor. The more you talked, the more you realized there was a depth to him beyond his powerful exterior.

With time, the line between friendship and something more began to blur. Your heart raced whenever he was near, and his occasional touches sent shivers down your spine. Yet, Gojo remained his usual enigmatic self, leaving you wondering if your feelings were reciprocated.

One rainy evening, you found yourself standing outside your apartment building, drenched and tired. To your surprise, an umbrella appeared over your head. It was Gojo, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Seems like you could use some help," he remarked, his gaze softening.

As you walked side by side, sheltered from the rain, you finally mustered the courage to speak your mind. "Gojo, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

He turned his gaze towards you, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity.

"I've come to care about you a lot, more than just a friend," you admitted, your heart racing.

Gojo's smile widened, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

And just like that, the tension that had been building between you was shattered. Your relationship with Gojo blossomed into something deeper, a connection rooted in shared experiences, laughter, and the battles you faced together.

As sorcerer and human, you defied the odds, embracing a love that transcended the boundaries of the supernatural world. And while danger still lurked in the shadows, you knew that as long as you had Gojo Satoru by your side, there was nothing you couldn't overcome.

I don't know if chatgpt just get this story from online or they just made it up....anywys, it's just hilarious in my opinion!!!💀💀

I'm actually really tired right now...but...look what I found in tiktok hehe