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[eternaldove]

Red Jam

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gn!Vamp!Reader

Warnings: Some blood, mature content, MDNI!

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Thinking about CursedVamp!Reader with Satoru who keeps you around instead of getting rid of you like he would to any other curse.

Vamp!Reader who matches his chaotic energy perfectly. Playful, bold, sarcastic, teasing and way too energetic from the lack of need to sleep or rest, you gave his annoying personality a challenge.

Vamp!Reader who Satoru can't help but not so secretly check out. Sharp playful eyes that gleamed a red like the oldest of wines, teeth pearly white with canines so sharp that reminded him a bit of a cat's sometimes, adorable until it's not.

Vamp!Reader who wears revealing clothing around Satoru's apartment making him adjust his pants slightly. Tight shirts, crop tops, tiny shorts or sweats that hang low on your hips, you name it.

Vamp!Reader who grins as they catch Satoru's eyes on their unclothed waist and fakes a yawn, stretching their arms over their head making the cropped t-shirt roll even further up.

Vamp! Reader who makes Satoru remember every two to three days that he actually has a real vampire under his roof whenever you start getting hungry for blood.

Vamp!Reader who's sarcastic and playful nature drop slightly whenever you get thirsty for blood. You get needier and start getting very clingy to anyone who has blood running through their veins because of the smell of blood, which luckily unluckily for him, is Satoru.

Vamp!Reader who comes up from Satoru's side as he leaned slightly against the counter while he was having a small three a.m. snack (something sugary of course) and hugs onto him tightly, resting your head on his shoulder.

Vamp!Reader who pouts and gives Satoru the best red doe eyes that silently do all the begging to try and convince him to let you drink a bit of his blood.

Vamp!Reader who despite having Satoru roll his eyes in annoyance and reluctance, gets sat down on the kitchen counter with Satoru between your legs and his neck exposed to you.

Vamp!Reader who's sharp teeth dig into the pulse point on his neck making Satoru groan into your shoulder, his hands squeezing your thighs instinctively.

Vamp!Reader who feels Satoru's growing bulge press against your thigh as a small whine leaves your lips as the taste of blood floods your mouth, making you internally grin.

Vamp! Reader who still feels needy after pulling away, but a new kind. You press your slightly bloody lips against Satoru's after finishing kitten licking the slight pouring blood from the small wound left by your teeth. Satoru kisses back eagerly, groaning against your lips as he holds your hair and pulls your head further back and deepens the kiss.

Vamp!Reader who ends up on Satoru's bed, their quite nails digging slightly into his muscled back as he pins you down underneath his weight, your needy whines and whimpers right beside his ears as he's impossibly deep inside of you.

Vamp!Reader whom, with the lack of need for rest and energy, gives Satoru a challenge trying to keep up with you. He can last all night yet he couldn't handle it and ends up laying down on the bed with you bouncing on his dick, his low groans edging on whimpers of overstimulation. He's definitely never going to hear the end of your teasing tomorrow.

[eternaldove]

Strawberry Shortcake

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem! reader

Warnings: Dead dove: Do not eat, not romanticizing, MDNI!

Content: Dark! Satoru, force feeding, €d, $H, non c. Please read my homepage for more info on my darker themes.

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I stand in front of the mirror and count my ribs, they are more visible than ever now, smooth under my finger as my hand glazes upon them. My skin is a ghost of it's original color, a canvas for him to paint over with blue and purple.

My head turns around itself trying to understand how it got this bad, how it all started, but there isn't any real beginning: light kisses turned to small pushes and then the first bruise appeared on my skin followed by many whispered apologies but it turned out they were always hollow apologies.

His name was written all over me in the language only i understood. The only language i was familiar with, the only words that stayed long enough to mean anything.

Gojo Satoru.

His name was pronounced like a prayer, and by saying it, it was the closest you could ever get to god, it was the closest i ever got to god.

When the world asked for a blessing, Gojo was sent to save them. When i asked for a blessing, the world sent it in the only way that could really save me, through never healing bruises, blood drops on the white sink, the new scar under my eye and the past scars on my thighs bleeding all over again.

"Here you go," Satoru placed the plate in front of me, face bright with his usual cocky smile as he sat beside me on the couch with his phone in hand.

I smiled slightly at him, but i knew that he knew. I looked at the piece of strawberry shortcake, and something inside of me, that small part that wants to escape whatever this was, reminded me how there is always one thing i will always have control over.

Food.

And so, i told myself that the strawberries are moldy, filled with maggots, white cream rotting away in the bug filled plate.

Satoru, with his six eyes pointed in every direction, noticed my hesitation. Without even looking away from his phone, his voice rang in the silent room.

"Eat." He said in a voice that wasn't his, didn't hold his usual teasing tone, "You're losing too much weight."

I hesitated then finally spoke up, "I'm not hungry, I'll just eat it later..." I placed the moldy plate in the fridge and turned to look at him, testing the water.

He didn't say anything, didn't even look my way but i knew that something was wrong, that he wasn't going to let this go this easily.

The next day Satoru had left for a mission, or so i guessed, he never really told me where he went, he just suddenly disappears and make me doubt if he's real or just a fragment of my imagination.

In his absence, the boiling hot showers never felt colder against my skin. Days passed and he was still gone, the house echoed with silence but everything was also so loud. I grabbed the small razor, it always seemed to find it's way back to my hand, crimson drops fell on the floor from my thighs as new red lines appeared beside old, barely headed ones.

More time passed and he was still gone. It felt like the world was collapsing underneath my feet, it felt like he took the sun away with him. I starred at the messages i sent him, still no reply.

'There's dinner left in the fridge if you want, love you.'

'I miss you, when will you be back?'

'Please come back, I'm sorry if i did something wrong.'

I got more dizzy as days passed, meals piled up in the fridge from days before Satoru left until I decided to feed them to the stray cats outside except for one plate, the piece of strawberry shortcake. It was still rotting, so much worse than before, I couldn't bare even touch it to throw it away so it just rotted away in the empty fridge, like how i rotted away in this empty house.

I was in the shower when i heard the front door slam, followed by footsteps i would recognize even if i was deaf. I felt my heart beat furiously in my chest like it was trying to suffocate itself, my stomach turned upside down from my anxiousness, or maybe relief, i felt like throwing up.

In a hurry, i dried the excess water off my body and wore my white t shirt but froze at the sight of my thighs. I threw my pair of shorts back into my closet and replaced them with a pair of gray sweatpants.

I walked nervously down the stairs, i could feel his cursed energy even from upstairs but it still felt like i was hallucinating him.

He was standing there at the kitchen corner, i tried to calm down my breathing, fearing the slightest mistake will make him disappear.

"Satoru..."

He grinned, his voice echoing between the walls as he parted his arms.

"Not even a hug? Should i have doubts that you really missed me?"

I knew he was mocking the messages i sent but I couldn't care less, I walked over and hugged him tightly because of course I missed him, I missed him more than i wanted to, being away from him feels like dying.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, his large hands sliding over defined bones and an empty stomach in a sort of intentional way that made me suddenly nervous all over again.

Then it caught my eye as i glanced down at the counter top from behind his shoulder, the counter was completely empty except for the plate of rotten strawberry shortcake.

I looked up at him.

His face still held his usual smirk, but i could tell something has changed.

Something was wrong.

I broke the hug but regretted it as i stood frozen on the ground, his eyes were hidden behind his blindfold but they were still intimidating as ever.

I spoke up, my voice unclear after days of not using it.

"I should probably throw that out-"

As i stepped towards the counter and went to grab the plate, he held my wrist in a grip that made me wince, not letting go even when i tried to pull my arm back.

"Eat it."

My breathing was getting unsteady as panic surged through me, i felt sick.

"It's rotting!"

Gojo threw his head back and laughed loudly, amused at the response.

"You really lost it haven't you?" He mocked still not letting go of my wrist, not even flinching at my other hand trying to push his away.

I glanced back at the rotting plate. I knew it was all in my head but that never made anything feel any less real. The cake was fine but my mind wasn't, I wasn't.

"Don't make me say it again." Gojo pushed me towards him with my wrist, his face barely an inch away from mine.

"NO! Let me go!" I said out of stress as my mind kept imagining worst and worst images. Gojo's grin fell as he suddenly grabbed my other wrist as well and squeezed them both, surely leaving bruises behind.

He pushed me against the wall, i felt ten times more dizzy as my head hit back from the sudden mouvement. It was harder to breathe here, trapped between him and the wall behind me, my wrist held beside my head uselessly.

Gojo was completely serious now, no mocking tone or grin on his face.

"I really tried to be patient with you but it's really no use with your stubborn head." He spat as i trashed between his grip, "You leave me no choice but to just force you..."

As i saw his arm reach out for the moldy plate, i broke, tears coming out of the dark as i said whatever came to my head to try and escape what i knew was coming.

"No! Stop it!' My tone was shaking but he still didn't let me go, "Just- Just leave- disappear again! Go away!"

At the last words, he suddenly turned to me and before i could do anything, his palm striked across my face and i tasted blood in my mouth as Satoru grabbed my jaw tight and turned my face towards him.

"Watch your mouth."

With a fork, he held a small piece of cake and brought it in front of my face all while still pinning me to the wall.

"Don't make this any worse for yourself," He taunted, his words laced with an unspoken threat. "Just eat it."

I sobbed and tried to wiggle my way out of his hold, trashing furiously when i looked at the piece of sweet.

"No no no no" I sobbed, tears falling like an open faucet as i was able to get hand out of his grip and tried to push him away from him, "Satoru! Stop it please please-"

I was able to twist my way out but not even a second later gojo had me pinned the the ground, the fork forgotten somewhere.

"Stop fucking crying." He spat, slapping my face before i had enough time to flinch away, "You're basically begging for this to happen when you don't do what i tell you to."

"I already warned you and since you don't fucking listen..."

Just when i thought this couldn't get any worse, his hands followed his gaze down my body and he dragged my pants down making my breathing a chaotic mess. Instinctively, i tried to hide the cuts with my hands but he took my two wrists in one hand and slammed them back to the ground, starring at the red lines across my skin.

"You really can't be left alone, can you?" He said with poison as i tried to look away but there wasn't anywhere else to look, "Attention whore."

Shame washed over me. I knew that he was the wrong one, that he was the one hurting me, but it didn't matter what went on in my head, until it did.

I let out a sob when he removed my underwear, trying desperately to push myself away, out of his reach as his hand went to undo his pants. He grabbed my cut thighs and dragged me back to place making me cry out in pain as the cuts opened once again.

I couldn't even try to calm down my breathing before his length was pushing against my hole, he looked even more mad at the resistance he was met by, not being able to push in even an inch, but i couldn't help it as every muscle in my body clenched in terror.

He was getting even more impatient than he was as he pulled away, his fingers coming down and rubbing the small bundle of nerves making me whimper and try to push away from the sensation but his other hand just squeezed my cut thigh as a silent warning to stay in place, forcing me accept the physical pleasure.

As soon as i loosened up even the slightest, he pulled away his fingers and pushed his length again, this time met with slightly less resistance as he pushed the tip in then the whole length without even waiting a second.

I cried out in pain, something felt like it ripped and i was correct as i felt drops of blood run down from my hole. He didn't start slow or give any sort of warning before he started thrusting at a way too fast pace.

"Stop! Please- it hurts!" I sobbed out, the pain becoming too much to handle, "Gojo! Stop it!"

His eyes met mine, piercing blue, blindfold falling down his neck from the force of his thrusts, i tried to look away but his gaze alone pinned me in place.

"So it's Gojo now, huh?" He spat out, his thrusts picking up pace. I whimpered and tried to push him off me with my arms but it was no use. He gripped my thighs and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, the cuts now opened and crimson red drops leaking down from them.

"C'mon, admit you did it for attention." Gojo gritted out, his large hands gripped my waist in a way that i knew will leave handprint shaped bruises, "Little attention whore."

"I didn't- ah! Goj-" Before i could say the name he slapped me again, gripping my cheeks to turn my face towards him as i tried to focus my vision at him, trying to blink away the tears thar blurred everything around me, but they kept falling.

"Didn't i tell you not to call me that?" He tightened his grip making me wince at the pain on my jaw. "Say my name."

His thrusts became even rougher and it made me want to throw up. I felt disgusting. It felt as though the insects from the cake were now crawling on the ground, on his hand, on my skin...

He shook my face harshly,"Say it!"

He raised his hand to slap me again but i quickly flinched away, crying out his name as i hid behind my arms.

"Satoru! Satoru!" I sobbed, not daring to remove my arms from in front of me.

His hands instead settled on the base of my neck where it meet my shoulders, his long fingers squeezing against my throat making my hands instinctively hold on to his wrists in fear of suffocation.

"Good girl." He hummed in approval as he threw his head back and continued to chase his pleasure without any regards to mine, not that anything could make me feel good at the moment.

"It's a shame really, such a pretty face wasted with that dumb, suicidal brain of yours," He ranted out, then sighted in disappointed, "All skin and bones, you're lucky i even stay with you, or else you would just slit your wrists barely a week alone," He threw his head and laughed, a hand running over the cuts on my thighs harshly, smearing the blood around, "Already half way there, if i stayed away for another day or two I'm sure i would've come home to a corpse."

Tears continued to fall with his words because i knew he was right. I was so happy to see him today, standing in the kitchen, so very real because i knew that he could have very well just left and never came back, but he did come back. He came back even though i am as good as dead with my illnesses, even though i am well beyond the point of recovery.

He was right, I couldn't make it on my own.

His hand around my throat squeezed slightly making me panic as my shaking hands tried to push his away, but he ignored me as he threw his head back, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated as he approached his high.

Pulling out, he came all over my cuts making me whimper and try to move away at the burning sensation.

He collapsed on top of me for a moment and i couldn't help but try to reach out, breathing in his familiar scent and reminding myself that he really is here, that he didn't leave me.

Yet.

"Please don't leave!" I begged, my eyes burning but tears still falling, "Please-please! i love you a lot..." I sobbed out, "I promise i will get better- i promise!"

He didn't say anything as he fixed his pants and got up, leaving me on the floor as i pulled my underwear and sweatpants back up with shaking hands.

I barely managed to stand up, feeling something still bleeding inside from earlier. He grabbed another fork and took a piece of the cake, putting it in front of my face.

Out of fear, i ignored whatever my brain was screaming about and opened my flushed red lips, wrapping them around the fork and swallowing down the sweet.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it!" Satoru said with a smile as if nothing happened, as if my skin wasn't painted blue and my thighs weren't bleeding.

The rotten cake was now in me.

I was rotting.

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