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Gojo fanfic: Erotic Education

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

TW: 🔞NSFW, student gojo(19)

Setting: I’m the assistant supervisor responsible for Gojo’s missions. During a mission at a love hotel, we witnessed a curse born out of human desires between men and women. This piqued Satoru Gojo’s curiosity about such matters, and he asked me, as an elder, about it. At his insistence, we decided to try using the toys available in the love hotel.

The neon lights of the love hotel cast a soft pink glow through the window, painting shadows across the room where we had just eliminated the curse. The air still crackled with residual cursed energy, mixing with the lingering scents of desire that had birthed the spirit in the first place. I was gathering our equipment, ready to leave, when Gojo's voice broke the silence.

"Say," he drawled, lounging against the heart-shaped headboard with casual grace. "Isn't it interesting that such strong emotions could create a curse?" His eyes, usually hidden behind dark glasses, were fixed on me with unsettling intensity.

I continued my task, trying to maintain professional composure. "Many curses are born from human emotions, Gojo-kun. We should report back to the school."

"But this one was different," he persisted, his voice taking on that playful tone that always preceded trouble. "It was born from passion, from desire." He rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin on his hands like a curious child. "Have you ever experienced that kind of desire?"

The question made me fumble with the cursed tool I was packing. "That's hardly appropriate, Gojo-kun."

"Why not?" He sat up, his white hair catching the neon light like a halo. "I'm nineteen, practically an adult. And you're supposed to be teaching me about the world, aren't you?"

I turned to face him, ready to scold, but the words died in my throat. He had removed his glasses completely now, and his piercing blue eyes held a mixture of innocent curiosity and something far more dangerous. The way he looked at me reminded me that despite his playful demeanor, he was already the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in existence.

"Besides," he continued, gesturing around the room with its mirrors and subtle implements of pleasure, "we're already here. And who better to learn from than someone I trust?"

The air seemed to thicken with tension as he rose from the bed, moving toward me with that fluid grace that made him so deadly in battle. "You're always so careful with me, always so protective." His hand reached out to touch a strand of my hair. "Won't you protect me from my own curiosity?"

My heart raced as he stepped closer, the professional distance between us shrinking with each movement. The pink neon light caught the angles of his face, making him look older, more dangerous. "Gojo-kun..."

"Satoru," he corrected softly, his fingers trailing down from my hair to my neck. "If you're going to teach me about desire, you should at least use my first name."

His words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. Before I could formulate a response, Satoru's attention was caught by something else. He moved past me to the ornate cabinet beside the bed, pulling open one of its drawers with childlike curiosity.

"What's this?" he asked, lifting out a length of soft red rope. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he let it slide through his fingers. "Is this what adults use to make those curses of desire?"

I reached to take the rope from him, but he held it just out of reach. "Satoru, that's not something we should be discussing."

"But look at all of these," he continued, opening more drawers to reveal an array of implements that made my cheeks burn. "There are so many interesting things here. What's this one for?" He held up a sleek vibrator, examining it with genuine curiosity that somehow made the situation even more dangerous.

"Put those back," I commanded, trying to maintain my authority despite the heat rising in my face. "This isn't appropriate for—"

"For what?" he interrupted, stepping closer. "For someone my age? Or for someone as powerful as me?" The playfulness in his voice had an edge now, reminding me that beneath his casual demeanor lay immense power. "Shouldn't I understand all aspects of human nature? Isn't that part of my education?"

The rope was still dangling from his fingers, swaying hypnotically in the neon-tinted air. "You're always teaching me about control, about restraint," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "But how can I understand those things if I don't understand their opposite?"

I found myself backing away until I hit the wall, but Satoru followed, closing the distance between us with fluid grace. "I've seen how you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention," he murmured, bringing the rope up to brush against my cheek. "Always so careful, so professional. Don't you ever want to let go of that control?"

The soft fibers of the rope traced down my neck, following the path his fingers had taken earlier. My breath caught as he leaned in, his lips nearly brushing my ear. "Teach me," he whispered, the words carrying both a request and a command. "Show me what these toys can do. Show me how to make someone lose control."

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself nodding almost imperceptibly. Taking this as permission, Satoru's movements became more deliberate, more focused. The rope in his hands began to move with surprising precision, guided by his innate understanding of technique and control.

"First lesson," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he slowly wound the rope around my wrists. "Anticipation." The soft fibers caressed my skin as he worked, each loop perfectly placed. Despite his inexperience, his natural talent was evident in the way he instinctively knew how tight to make each bind.

My breath hitched as he tested the restraints, his fingers trailing along the sensitive skin beneath the rope. "Is this how it should feel?" he asked, but the innocent question was belied by the knowing glint in his eyes. "When the body starts to respond to the slightest touch?"

To demonstrate his point, he picked up the vibrator he'd found earlier, turning it over in his hands with curious fascination. "Show me how this works," he commanded softly, pressing the smooth surface against my lips. "Guide me."

The professional distance I'd always maintained was crumbling rapidly. Each brush of his fingers, each subtle shift of the ropes, sent sparks of pleasure through my system. The student was becoming the teacher with frightening speed.

"Like this?" he whispered, activating the device and trailing it down my neck. The vibrations made me arch involuntarily, drawing a pleased sound from his throat. "Your body's so honest, even when you try to resist."

His free hand began working on the buttons of my blouse, each movement deliberate and teasing. "I'm a quick study, aren't I?" The pride in his voice was unmistakable as he exposed more skin to the cool air. "But then, you always said I was a natural at everything I tried."

The vibrator traced lower, following the path of my newly exposed skin. Satoru's eyes were intense, taking in every reaction, every subtle shift of my body. "The curse we fought," he mused, pressing the toy more firmly against my breast, "it fed on desire like this, didn't it? On the way the body betrays its own wants?"

My attempt to respond was cut off by a gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His smile grew wider, more predatory. "I think I'm starting to understand why humans get so consumed by this." The vibrator moved lower still, tracing patterns across my stomach. "The way power and pleasure mix together..."

The ropes seemed to tighten slightly with his words, reminding me of my bound state. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat to his exploring mouth. "Tell me what comes next," he breathed against my skin. "What other lessons do you have for me?

My answer came in the form of a desperate moan as Satoru's hand slipped beneath my remaining clothes. His touch was no longer tentative - each movement was calculated, precise, as if he'd already mapped every sensitive spot on my body. The vibrator continued its maddening dance across my skin while his fingers explored deeper, drawing out responses I couldn't suppress.

"You're so wet," he observed with fascination, his voice a mix of innocence and dark satisfaction. "Is this what desire feels like? When the body betrays all rational thought?" His fingers curled inside me, making me arch against the ropes that held me bound.

The professional distance I'd maintained for so long shattered completely as Satoru pressed closer, his body trapping mine against the wall. The raw power that made him the strongest sorcerer was now focused entirely on drawing out my pleasure, and the intensity was overwhelming.

"I want to try everything," he whispered, his free hand working to remove what remained of our clothing. "Every toy in this room, every position possible." The vibrator's intensity increased as he spoke, making my legs tremble. "I want to see all the ways I can make you come undone."

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Gojo fanfic: Secret Affair

Gojo Satoru X Fem!Reader

TW:🔞NSFW, noncon, carplay

Setting: After graduation, I became Gojo Satoru's assistant supervisor. I had a crush on Gojo Satoru during my student days, but after working with him, I broke my illusions upon understanding his true nature.

The night air was crisp and cool as the black sedan glided smoothly along the empty highway. Streetlights cast intermittent shadows across the interior, briefly illuminating the two occupants within. In the driver's seat, I maintained a professional posture, hands gripping the steering wheel at precisely ten and two, eyes fixed steadfastly on the road ahead. The mission had been almost insultingly simple for someone of Gojo's caliber - a mere C-grade curse that he had dispatched with his characteristic flair and minimal effort.

A heavy sigh from the backseat broke the tense silence. Gojo had sprawled himself across the leather upholstery, his blindfolded face turned toward the window though his attention was clearly elsewhere. "So boring," he drawled, stretching his long legs as much as the confined space would allow. "These little errands are hardly worth the time it takes to get there and back."

My grip tightened imperceptibly on the steering wheel, but I kept my voice neutral. "The mission was successful. That's what matters." I could feel his attention shift to me like a physical weight, that familiar prickling sensation across my skin that always accompanied his focused regard.

"Always so serious," Gojo mused, his tone taking on that dangerous playful edge that made my stomach clench. He leaned forward, close enough that I could feel his breath ghost across my ear. "You used to be much more... entertaining back in your student days. Remember how you'd blush every time I called on you in class?"

The car swerved slightly as I jerked in surprise, quickly correcting our course. "That was a long time ago, Gojo-sensei," I replied stiffly, deliberately using his former title. "I've grown up since then."

A low chuckle rumbled from behind me. "Have you really?" His hand came to rest on my headrest, fingers just barely brushing against my hair. "Because I think you're still that same flustered kouhai underneath all this professional facade. Shall we test that theory?"

The implications in his voice sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear. I opened my mouth to object, to maintain those carefully constructed boundaries, but the words died in my throat as his other hand settled on my shoulder, thumb tracing lazy circles against my collarbone.

"I know a much more... entertaining way to pass the time," Gojo purred, his usual smirk evident in his voice. "What do you say? Care to help relieve my boredom?"

His suggestion hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. I forced myself to focus on the road ahead, though my hands had begun to tremble slightly on the steering wheel. The traffic light ahead turned red, forcing me to bring the car to a stop. In the sudden stillness, Gojo's presence behind me seemed to grow even more overwhelming.

"You haven't answered my question," he murmured, his fingers trailing down from my collarbone to trace idle patterns along my arm. "Still so shy after all these years? Or perhaps..." His hand drifted to my thigh, the touch feather-light but deliberate. "Perhaps you're just better at hiding it now?"

My breath caught in my throat as memories of my student days came flooding back - the way I used to watch him during lectures, how my heart would race whenever he called my name. I had thought those feelings were long buried, replaced by professional detachment and the jaded knowledge of his true nature. But under his touch, those old emotions stirred traitorously.

"This is inappropriate," I managed to say, though my voice lacked conviction. "We have a professional relationship now, Gojo-san."

He laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Professional? Is that what you tell yourself?" His hand squeezed my thigh gently. "Your heart rate says otherwise. Your breathing too. You're still such an open book to me."

The light turned green, but I remained frozen, caught between the urge to drive away from this dangerous situation and the magnetic pull of his touch. Gojo took advantage of my hesitation, leaning even closer until his lips brushed against my ear.

"I remember every blush, every stammer, every longing look you tried to hide," he whispered, his words dripping with dark amusement. "Did you think I didn't notice? That I didn't enjoy watching you squirm in your seat whenever I got too close?"

His hand slid higher up my thigh, and I bit back a gasp. Behind us, a car honked impatiently at our continued stillness at the green light. The sharp sound snapped me back to reality, and I quickly pressed the accelerator, perhaps a bit too hard. Gojo's grip tightened to steady himself, the pressure of his fingers sending sparks of electricity through my body.

"Getting flustered?" he taunted, making no move to withdraw his hand. "Where should I drive next? Your thigh? Your waist?" His fingers traced a path upward, following the seam of my pants. "Or perhaps somewhere more interesting?"

"Pull over," Gojo commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. The authority in his tone left no room for argument, and I found myself automatically signaling and guiding the car onto a secluded shoulder of the road, hidden in the shadows between streetlights.

His hand never left my thigh as I put the car in park, his fingers maintaining that maddening, gentle pressure. The engine's quiet purr seemed to match my racing heartbeat as Gojo's other hand came up to brush my hair aside, exposing my neck to the warm caress of his breath.

"Good girl," he murmured against my skin, and I couldn't suppress a shiver. "You always were so obedient when it really mattered." His lips ghosted over my pulse point, not quite kissing, just letting me feel their presence. "Tell me, do you still think about those days? About all the things you wanted me to do to you?"

My fingers clenched around the steering wheel as his hand began to move, tracing teasing patterns up my inner thigh. "Gojo-san," I breathed, meaning it as a warning but it came out more like a plea. "We shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what?" he asked, nipping lightly at my earlobe. His fingers found the buttons of my blouse, deftly undoing them one by one. "Shouldn't acknowledge how your breath catches when I touch you? Shouldn't notice how you're pressing into my hand right now?"

He was right - to my shame, I had unconsciously arched into his touch, my body betraying years of carefully maintained professional distance. His hand slipped inside my partially opened blouse, fingers dancing across my collarbone before trailing down to trace the lace edge of my bra.

"Look how responsive you still are," he purred, clearly delighting in my helpless reactions. "All that professional facade, and underneath you're still that same eager student who used to watch me with such hungry eyes." His teeth grazed my neck, and I had to bite back a moan. "I wonder what else hasn't changed?"

His hand slid higher up my thigh, bunching my skirt as it went, while his other hand continued its torturous exploration of my upper body. Each touch was precisely calculated to drive me mad - firm enough to send sparks of pleasure through my body, but too light to provide any real satisfaction.

A car passed by on the highway, its headlights briefly illuminating the interior of our vehicle. The flash of light reminded me of where we were, what we were doing, but instead of bringing me to my senses, the risk of discovery only heightened every sensation. Gojo seemed to sense this, chuckling darkly against my neck as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot that made me gasp.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let go of that control you're so desperate to maintain. Show me how badly you still want me."

His words shattered the last of my resistance. With a soft whimper, I surrendered to his touch, my head falling back against the headrest as his skilled fingers continued their relentless exploration. Gojo's satisfied chuckle vibrated against my neck as he sensed my submission.

"That's more like it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now, let's see just how much you remember..." His hand slipped beneath the hem of my skirt, fingers trailing along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Each touch sent electric shivers through my body, making me arch involuntarily against him.

The confined space of the car filled with the sound of my ragged breathing as Gojo's ministrations grew bolder. His other hand had found its way inside my blouse, expertly unfastening my bra with a casual flick of his fingers. The cool night air kissed my exposed skin, making me gasp.

"Still so sensitive," he observed, his thumb brushing across my hardened nipple. "I've always wondered if you were this responsive everywhere..." His fingers slid higher, teasing along the edge of my underwear. "Shall we find out?"

I could only manage a breathless moan in response, my hips lifting unconsciously to meet his touch. The last vestiges of my professional facade crumbled as his fingers finally slipped beneath the delicate fabric, finding me already embarrassingly wet.

"My, my," he purred, clearly delighting in my reaction. "Is this all for me? Or do you always get this excited during missions?" His skilled fingers began a torturous rhythm that had me clutching desperately at the steering wheel, my knuckles white with tension.

Through the haze of pleasure, I was dimly aware of his other hand guiding my own away from the wheel, bringing it behind me to press against the growing hardness in his pants. "Feel what you do to me?" he growled, his usual playful tone replaced by something darker, more primal. "All these years, watching you try to maintain that professional distance, knowing exactly what was hiding underneath..."

His fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped my lips, my body trembling on the edge of release. But Gojo wasn't finished with me yet. With a swift movement, he reclined my seat back, giving him better access as he continued his relentless assault on my senses.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you. Let me see you fall apart." His thumb circled my most sensitive spot while his fingers maintained their merciless rhythm. "Show me how badly you've wanted this."

The combination of his commanding tone, skilled touch, and the forbidden nature of our encounter proved too much. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I came undone under his expert manipulation, my body arching off the seat as I cried out his name.

But even as I shuddered through the aftershocks, I could feel his growing smirk against my neck. "We're just getting started," he promised darkly, and I knew with absolute certainty that this night would change everything between us.

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sequal of Sylus: Dragon’s Bride

🔞NSFW, noncon

Dragon Sylus X Princess Reader

Setting: I am a sacrificed princess. The kingdom is shrouded in the shadow of the dragon, Sylus. For the safety of my people, I was offered to the dragon and became his bride.

The dragon's lair was a vast cathedral of stone, its walls adorned with crystalline formations that caught and scattered the warm light from scattered braziers. The air held an otherworldly warmth, a stark contrast to the bitter cold of the mountain outside. My wedding dress whispered against the smooth stone floor as I stood, rigid with tension, in what appeared to be Sylus's private chambers.

The space was a curious blend of draconic grandeur and human comfort - massive pillars of carved stone rose to the distant ceiling, while plush furnishings and rich tapestries softened the cavern's harsh lines. A massive bed dominated one alcove, its sheets of midnight silk making my heart stutter with anticipation and dread.

"Are you admiring your new home, little bride?" Sylus's voice came from behind me, smooth as aged wine and just as intoxicating. I refused to turn, though I could feel his presence like a physical weight against my skin. His footsteps were deliberately slow as he circled me, each one echoing in the vast space.

When he came into view, my breath caught despite myself. In his human form, he was devastatingly beautiful - tall and powerful, with white hair that seemed to capture the light of the braziers. The red and black armor that partially covered his form couldn't hide his inhuman grace, and the scales that glinted at his throat and chest served as a reminder of his true nature. His blood-red eyes fixed on me with predatory intensity.

"Such defiance," he murmured, reaching out to trace one finger along my jaw. I jerked away from his touch, and his smile grew darker. "Your people dressed you beautifully for me. Like a pearl wrapped in silk, just waiting to be unwrapped."

"I'm here because I have to be," I spat, hating how my voice trembled. "Because you threatened my kingdom. Don't pretend this is anything else."

Sylus laughed, the sound rich and dangerous. "Oh, my sweet little sacrifice, I don't need to pretend." He moved closer, and I found myself backing away until I hit one of the stone pillars. He placed one hand beside my head, effectively caging me. "Your hatred is as intoxicating as your fear. But by the end of this night, I'll have you begging for my touch."

The ruby embedded in his chest pulsed with an inner light, matching the hungry glow in his eyes. His other hand came up to toy with the laces of my bodice, and I could feel the deadly sharp tips of his claws against the fabric. "Shall we begin our wedding night, my unwilling bride?"

His question hung in the air between us, heavy with promise and threat. I gathered my courage and met his blood-red gaze. "You may have forced this marriage, but you cannot force my heart."

Sylus's laugh was low and dark as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting across my skin. "Your heart?" His clawed hand moved from my bodice to rest over my rapidly beating heart. "Your heart betrays you, little bride. It races at my touch, even as you speak of defiance."

I tried to suppress a shiver as his other hand traced the curve of my neck. "That's fear, nothing more."

"Is it?" He pressed closer, his armored chest barely brushing against mine. The ruby embedded there pulsed with a hypnotic rhythm. "Then why do you lean into my touch even as you claim to hate it?"

To my horror, he was right - my body had unconsciously arched toward his warmth. I forced myself to straighten, pressing back against the cold stone pillar. "I am here to save my kingdom. Nothing more."

"Such nobility," he purred, his claws now trailing down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Such sacrifice. But tell me, my unwilling bride, did you never dream of this? In the darkest hours of the night, did you never imagine what it would be like to be claimed by a dragon?"

His words stirred something deep within me, a forbidden fantasy I'd buried beneath layers of duty and propriety. As if sensing my momentary weakness, Sylus dipped his head to my neck, not quite touching but letting me feel the heat of his breath. "Your pulse quickens, little one. Is it still just fear?"

"Stop," I whispered, but the word lacked conviction. His proximity was intoxicating, the warmth radiating from his body making my head spin. The ruby in his chest pulsed faster, matching the frantic beating of my heart.

"Why should I stop?" His lips brushed my ear, sending electric shivers down my spine. "When every tremor of your body begs me to continue?" His hand at my waist tightened possessively. "You may have come here as a sacrifice, but I intend to make you my true bride. By the time this night is over, you'll understand exactly what that means."

The threat - or was it a promise? - in his words made my knees weak. I could feel my resistance crumbling under the assault of his presence, his touch, his overwhelming dominance. Yet some part of me still fought, even as another part yearned to surrender.

Sensing my internal struggle, Sylus's approach shifted, becoming unexpectedly gentle. His clawed hand moved from my waist to my back, drawing slow, soothing circles that made me shiver despite myself. The ruby in his chest pulsed with a softer light now, casting a warm glow between our bodies.

"Such tension," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "Let me show you how a dragon treats his treasure." His other hand came up to cup my face, tilting it toward his. The gesture was surprisingly tender, though his grip remained firm enough to prevent me from turning away.

My breath caught as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine. "I can be gentle," he whispered, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "When my bride deserves it." The contrast between his words and his touch sent conflicting signals through my body. Each caress was calculated to draw a response, and to my shame, I found myself responding.

His hand at my back slid lower, pressing me closer to him. The scales scattered across his chest were smooth and warm against my skin where my bodice dipped low. A small gasp escaped me as he finally closed the distance, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was surprisingly soft.

But the gentleness didn't last. As I unconsciously melted into the kiss, his grip tightened, and his tongue swept into my mouth, claiming it with draconic possession. The hand at my face slid into my hair, gripping it firmly as he deepened the kiss, drawing a muffled moan from my throat.

"There," he growled against my lips, "there's my true bride." His mouth moved to my neck, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp nips that made me arch against him. The ruby's pulsing grew stronger, matching the rhythm of my racing heart.

His claws made quick work of my bodice laces, the sharp tips occasionally grazing my skin and making me gasp. "Every sound you make," he murmured against my throat, "every shiver, every reluctant moan - they all belong to me now."

I wanted to deny it, to maintain my resistance, but my body betrayed me. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure through my system, making me tremble in his grasp. His hand slipped inside my loosened bodice, scales on his wrist scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.

"Feel how your body welcomes my touch?" His voice was dark honey in my ear as his thumb brushed across my hardened nipple. "Your pride may resist, but your flesh knows its master." His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me firmly against him. "Shall I show you more of what it means to be a dragon's bride?

His question ignited something primal within me, and my last threads of resistance began to unravel. Sylus sensed the change, a low growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the massive bed. The silk sheets were cool against my heated skin as he laid me down, his powerful form looming over me.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his clawed hands making quick work of what remained of my wedding dress. The ruby in his chest pulsed with an intense crimson light, casting shadows that danced across our skin. His armor seemed to melt away at his will, revealing more of his scaled flesh beneath.

His touch was everywhere at once - gentle yet demanding, careful yet possessive. Each brush of his fingers left trails of fire on my skin, drawing gasps and moans I couldn't suppress. The scales scattered across his chest scraped deliciously against my sensitive breasts as he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

"Let me hear you," he commanded, his voice thick with desire as his mouth traced a burning path down my neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, and I could feel the inhuman heat of it. "Let me hear how much you want this."

My back arched as his hand slid between my thighs, finding me already wet and ready. His pleased growl vibrated against my breast as he took a nipple into his mouth, the careful scrape of his fangs sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

"So responsive," he purred, his fingers working me with expert precision. "So perfect." His other hand gripped my hip, holding me still as I writhed beneath him. The ruby's pulsing matched the rhythm of his movements, creating a hypnotic symphony of pleasure.

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sequal of Sylus: Crimson Curse

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, NSFW🔞

Setting: In this setting, I ( a female ) was condamned as witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I use the forbidden spell to release Sylus, the dragon that has been caged for a thousand years.

The pyre beneath the stake had been lit, smoke beginning to rise. Bound to the post, I listened to the angry crowd shouting "burn the witch." Just as the flames were about to consume me, I uttered the forbidden spell, opening the cave that had been sealed for a thousand years.

A thunderous dragon's roar shook the heavens, and a massive shadow engulfed the square. The crowd screamed and scattered as a red and black figure descended from the sky. It was Sylus, the legendary last dragon. His horns gleamed coldly in the sunlight, the ruby on his chest radiating a dangerous crimson glow.

He effortlessly tore away the ropes binding me and pulled me into his embrace. I could feel his hard scales pressing against my skin with an irresistible force. Before I could gather my thoughts, he spread his wings and soared into the clouds.

Sylus's lair was deep within the mountains. The cave's interior was far more luxurious than imagined, sparkling with gems everywhere. Piles of gold and jewels were heaped in corners, while a soft silk bed lay at the center. He placed me on the bed, looking down at me dominantly.

"You saved me," I said softly, only to see a meaningful smile curve his lips.

"No, little witch," his voice was deep and magnetic, "you saved me, so you must pay the price." His dragon tail slowly rose, its tip gently tracing my cheek, sending shivers through me. I instinctively tried to retreat but found myself enveloped in his aura.

Deep in the cave, days passed quietly yet oppressively. I could feel Sylus's golden eyes constantly following my every move, as if watching a precious collection. I began to notice that this powerful dragon always revealed an unmistakable loneliness when alone.

During one dinner, Sylus unusually initiated conversation. "You know, hundreds and thousands of dragons once inhabited this continent," his voice was deep and distant, "now I'm the only one left." I put down my silver cutlery, gazing at the flickering light in his eyes that held so many untold stories.

In the dead of night, I quietly slipped out of my room. By the faint firelight, I made my way to Sylus's weapon collection chamber. Various swords hung neatly on the walls, gleaming coldly in the dim light. My attention was drawn to an ornately decorated dagger, said to be an ancient elven artifact capable of penetrating dragon scales.

My daytime observations revealed that Sylus would take a brief nap every afternoon. This habit seemed like a fatal weakness, yet it filled my heart with conflict. That afternoon, as I stood before the sleeping dragon holding the dagger, moonlight filtered through the cave ceiling's cracks, casting a dreamlike shimmer on his scales.

Just as I raised the dagger, Sylus suddenly opened his eyes. His golden pupils reflected my startled face. "So you chose betrayal after all." His voice carried an indescribable disappointment. My hand trembled slightly, but I maintained my grip on the dagger. Sylus slowly rose, his massive form looming over me, yet showing no sign of aggression.

"Why don't you just kill me?" I suppressed my fear, meeting his gaze directly. After a long silence, Sylus finally spoke: "Perhaps because I haven't seen such defiant eyes in so long." His tail swept gently across the ground, stirring up dust. "You remind me of many past memories."

My grip on the dagger tightened, knuckles turning white. Sylus turned toward the depths of the cave, leaving behind a meaningful message: "You know, this dagger can indeed harm me, but its greater value lies in its ability to break dragon curses." His words hung in the air as his figure disappeared into the darkness. I stared at the gleaming dagger in my hand, my mind flooding with even more questions.

Sylus's tail tightly coiled around my slender waist, his rough scales rubbing against my delicate skin. His deep voice resonated by my ear: "Trying to escape?", his hot breath washing over my sensitive earlobe. I trembled involuntarily, feeling his dominant control.

Sylus's claws gently traced along my neck, sharp nails leaving faint red marks on my fair skin. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing over my collarbone, his rough tongue lightly licking the delicate skin there. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my body becoming increasingly sensitive under his teasing.

The dragon tail slowly tightened, forcing my body closer to his. Sylus's palm caressed my waistline, feeling my body trembling slightly from nervousness. His lips gently nibbled my earlobe, his tongue teasingly tracing the shape of my ear. My breathing became rapid, my hands unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath me.

Sylus's other hand slipped inside my clothes, his rough palm caressing my soft abdomen. His movements were both dominant and gentle, carrying an irresistible possessiveness. My body grew increasingly hot under his caresses, waves of tingling pleasure surging from deep in my lower abdomen.

His kisses gradually moved downward, leaving a trail of moist marks along my neck. His dragon fangs lightly scraped against my skin, bringing both slight pain and indescribable pleasure. My breathing became more rapid, my body unconsciously drawing closer to him, craving more contact.

Sylus's hand wandered up along my waistline, feeling the smoothness of my skin. His tail slowly rubbed against my inner thighs, the sensation of scales making me tremble involuntarily. My fingers tangled in his hair, alternately tightening and relaxing with his movements.

My body trembled under his caress, sensitive peaks being kneaded by his fingers, waves of tingling pleasure making me moan sweetly. His tail coiled around my inner thighs, the tip lightly brushing my most sensitive spot, making my whole body shiver.

"Ah... no... not there... too sensitive..." I twisted my body trying to escape, but his tail only wrapped tighter. His fingers circled my peaks, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, making me pant continuously.

"Your body is quite honest..." his deep voice sounded by my ear, hot breath hitting my earlobe. His other hand slid down my waist, drawing circles on my lower abdomen.

"No... don't..." my voice carried traces of crying, but my body honestly welcomed his caresses. His fingers finally reached my most private place, already wet and dripping.

"So wet already..." his fingers gently teased my bud, making my whole body tremble. His tail also restlessly roamed my inner thighs, occasionally brushing against my sensitive spots.

"Ah... too... too intense..." my moans grew louder, my body becoming more sensitive. His fingers circled my entrance, sometimes inserting shallowly, sometimes withdrawing, torturing me to ecstasy.

"Please... give me..." I finally begged, tears welling in my eyes. He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss my lips while simultaneously plunging his fingers deep inside me.

"Ah!" my moans were muffled by his kiss, only able to make unclear whimpers. His fingers thrust inside me, each time accurately hitting my sensitive spot.

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Gojo fanfic: A Pleasurable Way to Surrender

TW: 🔞NSFW, Enemies to lovers, non-con, arranged marriage, Gojo Satoru-is-the-head-of-Gojo’s family, eventual smut

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Setting: I’m an assassin, driven by the burning need for revenge after Gojo Satoru killed my father. Beneath the mask of a noble lady, I hide my deadly intent, each move carefully measured to fulfill my mission. In this setting, Gojo Satoru never attended the Jujutsu High and instead succeeded as the head of the Gojo family upon reaching adulthood, which led to his more erratic and domineering personality.

The late summer sun cast long shadows through the paper screens of the Gojo estate's parlor, where the air hung heavy with incense and unspoken intentions. The traditional tea ceremony setting - a masterpiece of calculated design - stretched before me like a stage for the deadly performance I had rehearsed countless times in my mind.

I knelt on the tatami mat, my borrowed kimono arranged in perfect folds, each movement precise and measured as I prepared the ceremonial tea. The delicate porcelain whispered against the lacquered tray, a sound nearly lost beneath the distant chirping of cicadas. The green powder dissolved into the hot water as I whisked it with practiced grace, creating a perfect foam that would have fooled any noble lady's discerning eye.

Through lowered lashes, I monitored the corridor outside. Gojo Satoru's presence approached like a gathering storm - powerful, inevitable, and impossible to ignore. His initial disinterest in these arranged meetings was legendary among the noble families, yet I counted on that very arrogance. The trap was baited with seeming innocence and propriety.

He paused at the doorway, and I felt the weight of his gaze through those remarkable eyes. The Six Eyes that had seen through my father's defenses now turned their penetrating focus on me. My heart thundered in my chest, but my hands remained steady as I continued the ceremony, each gesture a carefully choreographed dance of deception.

"How unusual," his voice carried the lazy amusement of a cat discovering an interesting mouse. "I wasn't planning to attend another tedious matchmaking session, but something caught my attention."

I bowed demurely, exactly as a noble lady should, while beneath my sleeve, my fingers itched to form the seals that would unleash my true purpose. "Gojo-sama honors me with his presence."

He entered the room with fluid grace, his white hair catching the dying sunlight. His traditional clothing, worn with casual elegance, did nothing to disguise the predatory power in his movements. As he settled across from me, his smile held all the warmth of a winter moon.

"Tell me," he drawled, accepting the tea bowl with deliberate slowness, "what brings such interesting jutsu fluctuations to my humble home?"

My carefully constructed mask nearly cracked. His words carried the playful tone of someone already aware of the game being played, yet choosing to toy with their prey. I kept my eyes downcast, focusing on the ritual before me, but I could feel his gaze peeling away layers of my disguise with cruel precision.

"I believe it is customary to share tea before sharing secrets, Gojo-sama," I responded, proud of how steady my voice remained despite the killing intent I struggled to contain.

His laugh shocked me with its genuine delight. "How delightfully proper! And here I thought this afternoon would be boring." He leaned forward, close enough that I could smell the winter-fresh scent of his breath. "Let's play this game of yours. I'm curious to see how it ends."

The tea ceremony continued, a delicate dance of ceremony and subterfuge. Each movement became a dual performance - the refined noble lady I pretended to be, and the assassin I truly was, both painfully aware that Gojo Satoru saw through every pretense and was merely waiting to spring his own trap.

"Let's play this game of yours," his words lingered in the air as he guided me from the tea room to the estate's private dining chamber. The setting sun painted the wooden corridors in shades of blood and gold, a fitting backdrop for our deadly dance of deception.

The dining room proved more intimate than I expected, with low lighting from paper lanterns casting mysterious shadows across Gojo's features. He gestured for me to sit across from him at the low table, close enough that I could study the dangerous grace in every movement, yet far enough to maintain the pretense of propriety.

"You handle the tea ceremony beautifully," Gojo remarked, his blue eyes gleaming with hidden amusement. "I wonder what other talents you're hiding beneath that perfect noble lady facade."

I arranged my kimono with deliberate care, using the movement to conceal the slight tremor in my hands. "You honor me with your praise, Gojo-sama. Though I fear my talents pale in comparison to your... reputation."

"My reputation?" His laugh carried a sharp edge. "Which one? I have so many these days." He leaned forward, pouring tea with casual elegance. "Perhaps you've heard how I deal with those who seek to harm me?"

The tea cup nearly slipped from my fingers, but I caught it with practiced grace. "I've heard you are uncommonly merciful to your enemies."

"Merciful?" His smile turned predatory. "Now that's a new one." He raised his cup in a mock toast. "To mercy, then. And to games played in the dark."

As servants brought course after course, our conversation wove between veiled threats and subtle flirtation. Each word carried double meanings, each gesture concealed potential violence. I watched him pretend to lower his guard, leaving deliberate openings that screamed 'trap' to my trained eyes.

"You seem tense," he observed, reaching across the table to adjust my tea cup. His fingers brushed mine, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. "Are you finding our little dinner party not to your taste?"

"On the contrary," I met his gaze steadily, even as my heart raced. "I find everything about this evening... intoxicating."

"How fortunate," Gojo's voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Because I've arranged for a private tour of the estate afterward. There are so many... intimate spaces I'd love to show you."

The air between us crackled with unspoken intentions. His every movement telegraphed absolute confidence, a predator so assured of his superiority that he could afford to play with his prey. Yet beneath my mask of demure compliance, I felt the familiar cold focus of an assassin's patience.

"You're not like the others," he mused, studying me over the rim of his cup. "They come here seeking power through marriage, transparent in their ambitions. But you... you want something far more personal, don't you?"

I lowered my eyes, using submission to hide the flash of hatred his perception triggered. "Perhaps I simply want to know the real Gojo Satoru."

"Dangerous wish," he chuckled, rising with fluid grace. "But I'm feeling generous tonight. Shall we begin that tour? I promise to show you everything you're dying to see."

The moonlight filtered through the shoji screens as Gojo led me deeper into his private quarters. Each step felt heavier than the last, time itself seeming to slow as we approached his inner chambers. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back, a gesture that could have been courtly but carried an undercurrent of possession.

"Interesting," he murmured, sliding the door closed behind us. "Your jutsu fluctuations are getting stronger. Anticipation, perhaps? Or something more... lethal?"

I maintained my composure, though my heart raced beneath the elaborate layers of my kimono. "You seem very concerned with my jutsu, Gojo-sama."

"How could I not be?" He circled behind me, his breath warm against my neck. "It's like watching a butterfly try to disguise itself as a wasp. Beautiful, but ultimately futile."

My fingers twitched toward the concealed weapon in my sleeve, but before I could move, the air around me grew thick as honey. My movements slowed to a crawl as his Limitless technique took effect.

"Now, now," Gojo chided, catching my wrist with deliberate gentleness. "Let's not ruin the mood with violence." His other hand traced the line of my jaw, turning my face toward his. "Unless that's what excites you?"

I tried to pull away, but found myself pressed against the wall, his body caging mine with effortless strength. "You knew all along," I accused, abandoning pretense.

"Of course I knew," he laughed softly, his lips brushing my ear. "Your hatred burns so beautifully. It's what drew me to you in the first place."

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. I gasped, caught between resistance and an unexpected surge of heat. His mouth traced a burning path down my neck, each kiss a mockery of my murderous intentions.

"Stop playing games," I hissed, even as my body betrayed me by arching into his touch.

"But I'm enjoying this game," Gojo murmured against my skin. His hands slid down my sides, mapping the contours of my body through the silk. "Aren't you? Your body seems to be."

My attempts to form jutsu seals were met with increasingly intimate responses, his touches growing bolder with each thwarted attack. The line between combat and caress blurred dangerously as his hands found the edges of my kimono.

"Such dedication," he praised, slowly unwrapping me like a precious gift.

"Let's see how long you can maintain that killing intent while I make you forget everything but pleasure," Gojo whispered, his words igniting an unwanted heat beneath my skin. I struggled against his hold, but his Limitless technique turned each movement into a languid dance.

"I'll never forget what you did," I hissed, even as his lips traced a burning path down my throat. My resistance only seemed to amuse him further, his touches growing bolder with each attempted escape.

"Such passion," he murmured. "But you're fighting the wrong battle." His hands slid beneath the loosened layers of my kimono, mapping the curves of my body with deliberate precision. "Let me show you a more pleasurable way to surrender."

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sequal of Sylus: Bloodnight Blaze

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, blood, NSFW 🔞

*setting: I (a female) was condemned as a witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I made a deal with Sylus - I would free him from human imprisonment, and in return, he would save my life. A unique bond formed between us. I have a stubborn and competitive personality, and I dare to challenge authority.

Hey guys! It’s my first time writing a fanfic about Sylus, hope you enjoy! :3

The ancient cave's crystalline walls caught the dim light, casting ethereal shadows across its vast expanse. Precious gems embedded in the rock face sparkled like countless stars, their light dancing off pools of clear water that dotted the cavern floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly warmth, a reminder of the dragon's presence that usually filled this space.

I paced anxiously near the cave's entrance, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Every few moments, my eyes darted to the cave's mouth, searching for any sign of Sylus's return. The magical crystals I'd prepared for healing lay carefully arranged on a smooth stone surface, their soft blue glow pulsing gently in the semi-darkness.

The sudden rush of wind announced his arrival before I saw him. Sylus's massive form blocked the cave entrance, his white hair gleaming like freshly fallen snow against the darkness. But something was wrong. His usually proud posture was slightly hunched, and dark liquid - blood - trickled down his armor, staining the ruby embedded in his chest plate.

"You're hurt," I whispered, my voice carrying more concern than I'd intended. My feet moved of their own accord, closing the distance between us.

Sylus's blood-red eyes fixed upon me, intense and unblinking. Despite his wounds, his presence remained commanding, filling the cavern with an almost palpable energy. "Your concern is... touching," he murmured, his deep voice resonating through my body. A slight smirk played across his lips, even as he winced from pain.

I reached toward one of his wounds, but hesitated, my hand hovering inches from his skin. The heat radiating from his body made my fingers tingle. His scales caught the crystal light, creating mesmerizing patterns that drew my gaze along his muscular form.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly shy," Sylus teased, catching my wrist in his large hand. His grip was gentle but firm, and he guided my palm to rest against his chest, just beside the glowing ruby. His scales were smooth and warm beneath my touch, and I could feel his heart beating steadily under my fingers.

"I saved your life once," he reminded me, his thumb tracing small circles on my wrist. "Surely you can return the favor?" His voice dropped lower, taking on a honeyed quality that made my breath catch. The way he looked at me - predatory yet tender - sent shivers down my spine.

My other hand reached for the healing crystals, but Sylus didn't release his hold on my wrist. Instead, he pulled me closer, until I could feel his breath ghosting across my face. The scent of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent waves of electricity through my body. I tried to focus on the healing crystals, but Sylus's presence was overwhelming, his massive form towering over me as I worked. Each brush of my fingers against his scales drew a subtle reaction - a sharp intake of breath, a slight tensing of his muscles.

"Your touch is... different today," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the cave. I kept my eyes fixed on the wound I was treating, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising in my cheeks. The dragon's words carried a weight that made my heart race, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my composure crack.

"Hold still," I commanded, surprising myself with my boldness. A low chuckle resonated from his chest, and I felt rather than saw his amused smile. His hand came to rest on my waist, the touch seemingly casual but deliberately placed.

"Giving orders to a dragon?" His words carried a dangerous edge, but his grip remained gentle. "Have you forgotten who saved whom?" The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deeper red, matching the intensity in his eyes.

I pressed the healing crystal harder against his wound, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "And have you forgotten who freed you from your chains?" My defiance was met with a growl that should have terrified me, but instead sent shivers down my spine.

Sylus's other hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I forget nothing," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "Every detail of our contract is seared into my memory." His thumb traced my lower lip, the gesture both threatening and tender.

The healing crystal slipped from my trembling fingers, but before it could fall, Sylus caught it with inhuman speed. His movement brought us even closer, his armor pressing against my chest. The cave seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with tension.

"Your heart is racing," he observed, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Are you afraid of me, little witch?" His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me firmly against him.

"No," I answered truthfully, though my voice wavered. My hands rested against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The wounds I was supposed to be healing seemed forgotten as his scales shimpered beneath my palms.

His grip tightened possessively, and he leaned down until his breath ghosted across my ear. "Perhaps you should be," he whispered, his words carrying a promise that made my knees weak.

His whispered threat sent shivers down my spine as his warm breath caressed my ear. Without warning, his lips brushed against my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. His scales were surprisingly smooth against my skin as his hands traced up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Let me show you what a dragon's touch can do," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. His clawed fingers carefully undid the clasps of my robe, each movement deliberate and controlled. The cave's warmth seemed to intensify, matching the heat building between us.

I couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands explored my newly exposed skin. The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deep crimson glow, matching the rhythm of our racing hearts. His touch was both gentle and possessive, each caress claiming me as his own.

His lips found mine in a searing kiss, stealing my breath away. The taste of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses. My fingers tangled in his white hair, pulling him closer as his scaled hands mapped every curve of my body.

The healing crystals lay forgotten on the cave floor, their soft blue light mixing with the ruby's red glow to cast purple shadows across our intertwined forms. Each touch, each kiss, built the tension between us higher, transforming our contract into something far more primal and intense.

His lips were scorching, whispering into my ear, "Let me show you how dragons mark their possessions." His fingers gently traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Those golden eyes shimmered with a dangerous yet captivating light, as if to devour me whole…

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