#quanxi x y/n

[noicevibes]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

originally a commission, repurposed for readervision! writing about the ladies is fun and i should really do it more often, mhm.

notes -> pls i always forget she's 6'1", that's so frickin hot, my gawd

pairing -> quanxi x afab!time-traveler!reader*

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), praise/nicknames used (*good girl), thigh riding, oral sex (reader receiving), orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing; partial inebriation (alcohol consumption); light editing.

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

So used to seeing the various Tesla models zipping about, or the suddenly extremely common Honda Civic models, you found yourself staring a little harder at the ones that lined the street. All too obviously, the dilapidated street signs around you indicated your new location being somewhere in China. Still, there’d been an aged familiarity about the place, about all of it, from the specific way the splits in the sidewalk crackle from one end to the other, to how the trees willow overtop of them like old, gnarled hands. The glow from the street lights are all equally dull, and do little to highlight the filth the asphalt roads hold. The houses, in their decaying, years left untouched glory, are still cookie cutter enough to say that it once might’ve been a place that people both lived and thrived in— if anything, they might just exist there now. The bare minimum for any species.

But then you look in the distance, past the caved-in roofs, past the loose, swaying electrical lines and through the smog, find the fluorescent lights of the city resting just outside the horizon of this dystopian suburbia, and find that you feel at home, your own having been bright just like that. 

You suppose that being at arms with a stranger in the middle of what you can only deem some kind of cacotopia must not be real. A dream or a hallucination— a nightmare, perhaps. The fact that you’ve never been to this place, this time or era, and yet, it’d been familiar. This partial hell scape with its scarred roads and patchwork housing, stuck in its darkened stasis of a temporary ceasefire? Wondering what kind of dream beasts this realm holds was unavoidable from the start, but at the very least, it still includes those in human form.

Your foe is formidable-- or, your predator, you should say. Armed thrice and practically naked in consideration for their lack of armour, wearing a thin shirt that exposes her midriff and tight black trousers, and with their one eye obscured by an eyepatch, they’re still as swift as a shadow when they charge forward, one blade extended, the other held in reverse against their forearm— usually a predictability. But they’re enough of a threat to you that you don’t bother to analyze much else any further.

If not for obeying modern physics, the stone at your feet would’ve split from the impact of your own harsh landing— without a weapon or defense of your own, you scamper out of the way of the woman’s sword, gasping at the close call. If anything, being in this strange place for so long, and being targeted by strange looking creatures and even stranger humans, has made you adept at avoiding harm.

You’re not entirely sure you can avoid it any further. You watch the attacker sheathe their defending sword and reach up toward their one exposed eye to— to… extract an arrow from within her skull, so easily as if it’d been normal to “store” it there.

“Don’t lose focus now,” they call — she calls, you finally learn, from your own language; she’d recognized it when you’d cursed at her earlier. A couple of obvious tonal sounds and inflections double down on you being somewhere in China. “I’ll be disappointed if you suddenly let me kill you, stranger.”

Slim, yet muscular. Long blonde hair. A gaze most distant, yet she still smiles, even in the middle of battle. Human? With that ability of hers, it’s unlikely; you’ve learned to differentiate that much, as short a time as you’ve spent here.

Amidst their game of cat and mouse, you can’t help but wonder if the area had been evacuated prior to Quanxi’s arrival, as if she’d been prepared to give chase, or even worse, as if she’d been prepared to fight. You don’t doubt the possibility of the woman having some kind of pull or authority in this time; as perhaps unprepared and bare as she appears, her skillset had quickly been proven. Being locked in at a coward’s stalemate for as long as you’d been, Can’t this end already?

“Please,” you pant, a hand poised in a pleading gesture. “Please stop.” The woman’s one visible eyebrow raises, her expression remaining placid. A moment later, she’s sheathing her blades.

“That’s fine with me,” she says, straightening up. “I’m pretty fond of this outfit and I’ve already scuffed the knees; it would be a shame if I tore anything else. You seem like… the civilized type, when you’re not running away. And if that’s the case, we should introduce ourselves.”

You give yours first, eager to catch your breath. The woman smiles.

“I am Quanxi. Now, tell me. The name of the Devil you’ve contracted with.”

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat. 

Quanxi does not doubt further the woman’s seemingly earnest confusion. She already looks like she’s not from the area, and certainly not necessarily a native from China, either. In fact, it’d been more like she’s stepped out of one of those futuristic, science fiction movies. Your entire existence did not belong here.

Your tired vision sweeps along the street before rising to stare at Quanxi. “Where is this place?”

Testing, “Do you mean this street? This… neighbourhood? Or this world?” You don’t answer, unable. The silence, accompanied with the difficult read on the foreigner’s partial expression, is an answer enough. “It’s called Earth.” 

“I know this is Earth.”

Quanxi’s lip quirks. “Then this place that you’re currently standing in, is in China. And this street, well… I’m not sure the name matters anymore. No one’s lived here in years.”

She watches you, a silence spread taut like a fishing line through the middle of your conversation as you ponder, before cutting it. 

“Listen. I’m glad you decided to stop running away,” your lip curls slightly at the curtness in her words, but you don't interrupt, “but since we’ve established that you’re not from the area, and since I don’t see a… spaceship… parked anywhere… you’re probably not an alien. But, you’ve also probably got nowhere to go, hm?”

“… that’s, unfortunately, correct,” you murmur, sighing. What a headache…

“And it doesn’t seem like you’re looking to cause any trouble. Right?”

“I’m kind of in some trouble of my own, if you haven’t noticed,” you point out.

“Fair enough. Then, I’ll do you a favour. If you’d be reasonable enough to not do something as stupid as try to murder me in my sleep, I’ll invite you into my home.”

Try? I could barely run away from you. 

“I’ll have to attend to some business in the morning outside the country, but, if you’re a good girl tonight, you’re welcome to stay there while I’m gone.” Your lips part to speak at the woman’s condescension, but by the absurdity of your situation, you find yourself unable to spit the words dancing behind your teeth back at her. Good girl?

“Do you need a physical invitation?” Quanxi says; you hadn’t realized she’d already begun to walk, and soundlessly trails after her. “Good.” Again? “I’ve parked several blocks north of here; it’s about a five minute walk if you’re fast about it.”

“Okay.” True to her estimation, once they’d picked up their pace, they found a sleek black automobile awaiting them only four blocks away. Compared to the older modeled cars you’ve passed, this one is at least twenty years ahead of their design.

Quanxi enters on her side before you can even open the passenger side door, and by the time you sit and shut the door behind you, the car has already belted to life, a soft rumbling heard from within its metal shell. A gear shifts, and they move.

The drive out of the dark neighbourhood where you first appeared, and into the glowing city you’d seen from afar is about three times as long as the walk had been. The luminance of the artificial light happens to be intense enough to make you squint so hard that your eyes become slits.

“Depending on how long you’re here for, you might end up getting used to it,” Quanxi says. You turn your head toward her. “Ah, well, I shouldn’t assume you don’t have these in your own home; apologies. Just, don’t stare at these ones directly. They’re definitely not up to code.”

You nod, glancing forward again.

“You aren’t very… chatty, are you,” Quanxi speculates, lowering one of her hands from the wheel to rest in her own lap.

“It’s… hard to think of something to talk about in my situation,” you say, wringing your wrists a little. “Small talk and idle conversations… is even harder.”

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

“Or ask if I know of a way to return you to your home.”

“And do you?”

“No. I can do a lot, but time travel?” Quanxi scoffs lightly. “Science fiction, for now. Maybe there’s a Devil out there that can do that. But, you could still have bothered to begin that conversation to see if I did.”

You pause. “Is this all a condition of me staying with you? Talking, asking questions…”

“Not at all. Simply makes for better company.”

You scoff, too, and fold your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you worried I’ll destroy your home while you’re gone? Or rob you?”

Quanxi chuckles. “Not at all. You might be lonely when I do, however. By how you greeted me earlier tonight, I should at least make sure my housekeeper doesn’t spook you away into, I don’t know, jumping out the window.”

“If I didn’t value my life, I wouldn’t have run away from you like I did. Why would I jump out the window…” The question hangs in the air, apparently a rhetorical quip.

The rest of the drive is completed in one-sided silence, Quanxi filling it with her own voice when she explains, unwarranted, the existence of Devils and what she’d meant when she’d asked you about a “contract”. It does make sense (and perhaps your interest in the subject did prove that you did have some curiosities), but you still had found yourself verily unwilling to engage in conversation, leaving your thoughts to race wildly beneath your skull.

In contrast to the surrounding buildings, Quanxi’s is not nearly as vibrant. The only lights come from the large fixed windows pressed tight between the dark brickwork; signs of life that neighbourhood from before had sorely been missing. Even the streets, despite the time, are flooded with chattering humans.

“We’re here, get out,” Quanxi says, putting the car into park and exiting it, herself. You join her on the sidewalk, where she’d just given a man a set of keys. In the corner of her vision, you watch him replace where Quanxi once sat, and drive off with her car, while the two of you enter the building.

“I’m on the penthouse level,” she tells you after pressing a button on the wall of the elevator. “It’s nothing fancy. Comfortable enough when I come home from an assignment, and for my—” Quanxi goes silent. You notice, but don’t press. The elevator chimes, announcing their arrival to the topmost level, and the doors open. “This way.”

There’s a keypad on the door, for which Quanxi types a particularly long code into before it beeps at them to enter. Whereas you take off your own boots and set them aside, Quanxi toes hers off and kicks them to the side, knocking yours over.

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

The penthouse is minimalist and simple, as its owner mentioned it would be. A simple living area full of couches and irregularly shaped chairs; a simple bedroom, raised up, across the room in a loft space. The bathroom and kitchen end up being the fanciest of the space, full of shining metal appliances and smooth surfaces, as white as the moon, itself.

There are but a few adornments and decorations, and you find that across the apartment, there are only a handful of photographs framed and sitting atop a long cabinet, two of which had been turned down— you recall Quanxi doing so as she’d entered ahead of you. Not one to pry — you know just as well as anyone what dredging up old memories does to a person — and with Quanxi busying herself in her kitchen, you cross over to them and quickly tip them up. Both have the woman pressed between four other girls, all with varyingly unexplainable appearances — why are her brains exposed? — but they all easily express their fondness for Quanxi.

“It’s like you’ve never been invited into someone’s home before,” Quanxi suddenly calls from around the corner. You flinch, and without making eye contact, set the frames back down with care. “It should go without me having to say the words “don’t touch anything unnecessary”.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Quanxi sighs, and extends her arm to hand the stranger a glass of clear liquid. “It’s fine. Just don’t touch them again. And try not to get curious enough that you want to ask about… them.”

You accept the glass, nodding, and take a generous gulp from it, immediately reeling.

“This isn’t water,” you say, swallowing thickly, your throat catching from the burn.

“It’s baijiu. Figured you could probably use some to relax while you’re here.” You instantly cough.

“Relax?”

“It’s not like you’ll be able to figure anything out tonight, not this late. And, not if you’re still wired into fight or flight mode. Drink this. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the fridge you can help yourself to. The bathroom is around the corner. Go and shower. I’ll grab you a change of clothing.”

Not that it’d been so severely important to, but you silently admit to her observations. Being sent stuck here and almost immediately thrust into one-sided combat against this strange woman, to being invited to her home for reprieve, has kept you tiptoeing on a jagged edge, teetering more to one side than the other. It’s discomforting. Unfamiliar.

You down the clear liquid in the glass before stalking into Quanxi’s bathroom, quick to strip yourself of your clothing before stepping into the shower. Beginning to scrub away the day’s grime from your body with a sudsy cloth, you realize you’ve yet to feel this calm thus far— must be the baijiu, you assume.

With the glass of the shower all fogged up from the steam, you don’t notice Quanxi standing in the doorway when you finally exit it. Unfocused, you jump, the towel in your hand almost slipping out of your grasp.

“I’m beginning to think,” you start, huffing out a flustered breath, “that you’re the lonely one between us.”

“Perhaps I am.” The ice in her own glass clinks against it when she takes a sip, watching you start to pat yourself dry. “I won’t argue with you. I never thought I would feel like this, even after losing them. They were only Fiends, after all. Not entirely human.”

“... does one have to be “entirely human” for someone to love them?”

“… I forgot who I was saying this to,” Quanxi muses, mostly to herself. “You’re young, after all. Insightfulness comes easier to each new generation of life.”

“Something like that,” you halfheartedly confirm, dragging the towel down each of your legs. You sigh— avoiding certain conversations may not be as easy as you’d once thought with this woman, the involvement of alcohol perhaps making it even more of a difficult probability. “Where I’m from… in my time… in my version of Earth, we don’t have different species of humans. But to be loved by anyone, by anything, even by someone non-human, is a joy, and an honour. Don’t justify them being Fiends so you don’t have to grieve over them. And… just be glad you can remember everything about them.”

She smiles back, but it’s distant; spurious. You know full well what the look is for, and decide it’s unfair to call the woman the only lonely one between them, after all.

Quanxi pushes herself off the door’s frame, stumbling very slightly out of her awkward stance.

“I was only in here for ten minutes. How did you manage to get drunk so quickly?”

“Oh, I’m not drunk,” Quanxi swears. “This is my first glass… and I’m a bit of a heavyweight. I just figure I should share some of my vulnerability with you since you’re naked in my home right now. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

You look up at her, having wrapped your head in the towel, and around the washroom.

“Your clothes. Right. I forgot to bring them in. They’re out here.”

“Could you go and grab them?”

“You’re coming back out here anyway, right? Just come and change out here.”

Your eyes narrow. The woman’s already seen her as nude as the day she’d been born, and from her own words, she now lives alone, the existence of those four girls in the photos seemingly otherwise erased from the apartment save for those photos. Being on the penthouse level on one of the tallest buildings around, it’d be unlikely for any of the neighbouring buildings to see—

“You’re overthinking it,” Quanxi calls out. “Is that something you do when you drink alcohol?”

Your attempt at sliding past her in the doorway fails, the taller of the two having lifted her arm to stop you.

“Is it?”

You sigh. Quanxi’s lip lifts into a small smile, and she drops her arm to let you pass and enter the kitchen.

“Is this where you assert yourself on me, and I lower myself into showing you my “gratitude”?” You slip on the folded burgundy tee from the counter, mentally cursing at the woman for supplying you with such a useless piece of fabric, the offending material barely reaching your navel; you shiver. “I’ve read enough fiction in my lifetime to recognize this cliché.”

“Then you must’ve read a crazy amount of sapphic erotica throughout your journey across the stars.” You shake your head and reach for the pants, ignoring Quanxi’s presence at your side. “No,” she answers, “though, I’m glad my intentions go without me having to say anything. A harmless, wordless invitation to share in a little bit of skinship with me. I won’t force you into it, but…”

In still being bare from the hips down, Quanxi dares to smooth a hand across your waist that curls an arm around your middle, and you freeze, your cool skin quick to grow warm under her touch.

“Quanxi—””It’s not lowering yourself to enjoy yourself,” she muses, right next to your ear. You blame your immodesty for the chill that sweeps down your spine. “Let me take your mind out of the stars for the night.”

It’s the alcohol. You’re drunk, too. That’s the only reason. Trying to rationalize your acceptance of the situation with false realities only embarrasses you further— you aren’t drunk. You can’t even call yourself slightly inebriated, not yet. 

Then perhaps it’s your subconscious telling you to cave to Quanxi’s suggestion. To give into the strange offer of reprieve this Earth finds itself willing to give to you.

Her hands travel, soft and featherlight, across your now scalding flesh, and beneath the waistband of the sweats she’d intended on giving you. Loosening them from around your hips, she pushes them down until they slip around your ankles, and with a hand poised at the toned sculpt of her abdomen, she presses you into leaning against the counter behind you.

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment; not particularly keen to stop her, you lean into the hand that cups your jaw, allows her to fit her lips between yours, tries to remember the last time you’d ever kissed or had ever been kissed, and fails. With no other thoughts to keep you tethered to creating distractions for yourself, you keen forward and shift your weight onto a single foot. A small laugh huffs against your lips.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” she murmurs. You’re about to argue the opposite, that you’d only been acting agreeable for their best interest, and open your mouth; ever the opportunist, Quanxi is quick to curl her tongue to sweep along the inside of your lips before you get the chance to utter a single word. You flinch, but your own hand stays holding Quanxi’s hips against your own.

Her thighs are thick, discovering them to be more muscular than you’d first presumed when one of them press between your own and shift upward. You gasp, a soft sound, when the coarse material of Quanxi’s denim begins sliding back and forth along your bare clit; you tremble, and grips her sides just a little firmer.

“Ah, see? You don’t have to use your words to show it.”

A hand slips around to hold your neck, Quanxi pulling her mouth hard against yours, and you moan, your breaths shared with each tilt of their head and each swirl of their tongues around the other dense, purposeful. Was it the alcohol making your mind fuzzier? Making your judgment clouded? You hadn’t yearned for something this hard in much too long a time, though it did go without saying— yes, I’m enjoying myself.

You shiver at the sudden soft pecks and harsher licks at the curve of your neck, and Quanxi grinds your crotch against her bouncing thigh a little more insistently when you’d begun to shudder.

“You’re close, right? So soon?” Reluctantly, you find yourself nodding. Quanxi hums. “Not here.” She lowers her knee almost too abruptly, and releases. Your head snaps her way, frowning.

“This isn’t how I want you to come,” she explains, decidedly tugging down her own pants and kicking them away. “Too simple.”

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s only for a moment,” Quanxi assures you. She takes one of your hands and begins pulling you toward the staircase to the loft, quick to guide you along to sitting at the edge of her plush bedding. “Don’t look so frustrated, hm?”

You scoff, but it’s choked, heart still racing from your formerly impending, now lost, orgasm.

“More condescending words of yours,” you mutter, “just like earlier.”

“Condescending words from earlier…” Quanxi pauses. “Do you mean when I called you a “good girl”?”

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

“And… if I were to call you a good girl now?” Quanxi releases her hold around your wrist and, before you can pull them back (whether you were going to or not), fits her fingers through both of yours and kneels between your legs, spreading them further apart with her shoulders. Your entire body flinches, and your arms both jerk upwards with nowhere to go. “Is that still me being condescending? Or…” Quanxi tilts her head forward once more, and licks a stripe upward against your quiver. “… maybe it’s patronizing now?”

“Y-You’ve… well surpassed the definition of both of those words,” you groan.

“Maybe.” Quanxi’s tongue curls, catching on the hood of your clit. You gasp. “But look at you, my little time-traveling friend, behaving so well for me. I think this deserves a little bit of praise; a small reward.”

“Stop talking about it and give it to me, then.”

Quanxi doesn’t speak again, having suddenly busied herself with the wet kisses she supplied to your cunt. Your eyes fly upward to meet hers, tongue flicking so frustratingly calculated between your folds. You stir, arms twitching impatiently in her hold with nowhere to go— until she releases them again. Unable to help herself, you lurch forward, one hand pressing the woman between your thighs deeper into you, the other clawing at the sheets beneath you. When Quanxi goes to mumble something, not bothering to remove her tongue from against you, you send a hazy glare her way.

“Don’t talk, j-just—!” Quanxi’s grip shifts, instead to wind her arms around your thighs when your squirming becomes too uncontrolled. You cry out, a sharp noise that ends up startling you back into biting down on your own lip, as Quanxi suckles on your swollen bud. It’s impossible to stop her, to want to stop her; your hold on her head lessens, though it’s only when your legs begin to tremble in their attempt to fold shut, and when your voice catches in her throat that Quanxi finally pulls away, lips and chin glistening under the moonlight and hair slightly disheveled, and you groan again, a noise that grows progressively louder and more frustrated as the blonde rises back onto her feet.

“I never specified if you’d be the only one getting rewarded,” Quanxi points out, chuckling. “Keep your legs open.”

You manage a frown, but still hold your thighs apart for Quanxi to straddle you. Your hips buck, feeling the sudden pressure, the sudden heat and slick press against her; Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment, having been denying even herself the pleasure she’d now twice ripped away from you— punishment for the frustratingly short answers you’d provided throughout the evening.

Hands falling next to your head to grip the blanket, she rocks forward, lower back instinctively arching upon the friction finally reaching her— Quanxi moans, and you, impatient and shuddering once more, reach behind Quanxi to grab at her ass to pull her tighter into you.

“So eager,” Quanxi groans. Jerkily, she forces your shirt up over your breasts, nipples pert from your arousal, and dips her head down to wrap her lips around one, tongue swirling.

“Quanxi, I—” she pops away, gasping, hips still gyrating and pelvis grinding into yours with such a desperate fervour; she suddenly swivels herself and takes hold of your leg from under her knee, bringing it upwards. “Quanxi—”

“Go on, then,” Quanxi pants. Both mouths dripping, she takes her tongue and drags it up your calf. “Come for me, my little time-traveler.”

You choke on your breath, and your hands seize for Quanxi to hold her in position while you suddenly flip her around, grinding down on her, instead. Teeth gritted, Quanxi pulls and tugs at the sheets, moaning with the sweet relief of her own orgasm, and you tremble, crying out soft and low from the washing over of — finally, finally — your own pleasure.

Spent, you huff at the one-eyed woman when you lower herself down fully onto her pelvis. “Don’t… call me that ever again.”

Quanxi’s laugh is one of disbelief, and has you reddening above her.

“I was supposed to have an early night… I can always sleep on the plane.”

© nc-vb 2024 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[mommypieck]

can you do csm girls front and back pls

makima

im sorry but she's a mommy in every way. her boobs are huge, probably like E cup. her nipples are small compared to her mounds. she has small dark areolas. i feel like she would have cute pink stretch marks on her boobs. she wears sports bras to work but alone she loves to try different lace bras.

her pussy is so eatable (is that even a word?). she has big puffy lips with big pussy clit that pulses so much when she's aroused. her butt is also really big and it shakes when she walks. she likes to shave everything but sometimes she just shaves her bikini line, but most of the time, she's bare.

kobeni

she seems tiny but she's a solid C cup. her areolas are small and cute and they are very very light. the nipple itself is also super tiny and cute. she likes to wear bras without cups so sometimes they poke a little.

her pussy is the prettiest thing ever. it's so tiny and cute. she has really short pussy lips and little clit so sometimes it's hard to even find her clit because of how tiny it is. her butt is cushioned. it's not huge but it's also no way small. it looks amazing in jeans. she shaves all the time. they are no exceptions. she's going to be completely shaved everytime.

power

i mean we have all seen that she stuff her bra, but honestly she doesn't have to. i feel like she's a bigger B. her boob shape is amazing, they are perfectly round. she has normal sized areolas but her nipple is a big bigger. she only wears sports bras.

her pussy lips aren't all that long but i feel like they start really high. you can always see it when she's wearing leggings. honestly her butt isn't all that big. it's normal sized but still amazing to grab. she doesn't shave but it takes a lot of time for her hair to grow back so she just trims maybe once a month.

quanxi

she's a good C up too. she's really pale so her areolas are really pale too. but they aren't small and her nipples were practically made her sucking. they also have beautiful shape. she usually wears sports bras but she's going to wear lingerie when she wants to tease you.

I feel like her pussy would be pretty similar to kobeni. she has small lips but her clit is bigger. and it gets puffy when she's needy. she also has slender butt but you still like to watch it when she's in between your legs. she doesn't shave but she doesn't have to because her hairs are so light.

[cindol]

womanly strength ﹒ ୭ৎ

cw— smut, strap-on used, full nelson sex position, black coded reader, girl on girl

She’s aware of her strength of how she squash a melon with just her thighs and put someone in a tight choke hold if she wanted and she was for certain aware of your fascination for her strong arms, always darting your eyes at them.

She loves feeding into whatever kink you have for them, always putting you in a playful chokehold not too tight so it wasn’t putting your life in any dangerous but an enjoyable way to where it makes you grin clawing at her arm while she grins back.

She uses her strength to her advantage also when it came to turning you on in sex always doing new positions to test you. With you lying on top of her, legs bent at your knees and apart she’d wrap her strong arms underneath your legs to pick you up. It gets a gasp out of you at first once you felt the black strap on start to move in and out of you.”a-ah that’s!—mmph..”

Even at your confused gasp mixed with soft moans she hushes you when you grab at her elbows.”shh shh.. gonna feel so good in a minute baby. Don’t you trust your strong girl?” of you did, you always did even if you were a little suspicious so you nodded along with a mumbled ‘mhm’ too focused on how her strap was going in and out of you.

“then don’t be so worried, you know I always fuck you good how you like.” If her hands were free she would’ve gripped your chin for you to get the message but once she started to thrust in and out of you at a consistent pace you got it.

With every thrust you got wetter and your slickness was getting on the strap. Her thrusting was getting quicker and sloppier inside your cunt, she took it up a level planting her feet onto the bed and her arms gripping much harder underneath your legs. It was so much making you squeal and moan trying to just grab something with your flailing hands at it.���o-oh—mmph!— so much giving me so much!”

Her respond remained the same with a grunt.”you can handle it though yeah? You can handle your strong girl?”

ㄑ﹒ yuki tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, quanxi .

[earphonejackx]

AN: IN HONOR OF QUANXI COMING BACK I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS🤭

☠︎ Quanxi x Fem! Reader (slight NSFW)

☠︎ Since Quanxi technically did die like in part 1 of csm, I’m gonna alter her personality justttt a bit, she’ll still be the same but she’s a little more different in this trust.

☠︎ Ima just go right off that bat, this lady is PROTECTIVE of you. She will under no circumstances will allow anyone to hurt you. She wants to protect because she feels guilt about her last relationship and how she wasn’t really about to protect her girls, and she feels like she needs to protect you :( (my poor baby)

☠︎ Quanxi definitely will brun herself out sometimes so it’s best if you try to comfort her or be her emotional support. “[name] come sit. I want you rn.”

☠︎ Now we don’t really know too much about Quanxi’s new job, but I do know that she’s probably still an assassin. So most likely if you do work with her she’d probably gain feelings for you like that. Or if your just an ordinary civilian that just so happens to live next door to her. She might also have a watchful eye for you

☠︎ Quanxi DOES NOT like fighting in front of you. She tries to keep that devil shit out the door. It’s no secret to you that she is a hybrid devil herself buttt she wouldn’t want you to see her fight because she believes your too innocent for that. She needs to protect her sweet angel at all costs. But of course she rarely even transforms cuz she’s already so strong without doing it

☠︎ Quanxi loves taking baths with you for some reason. She was never really a big fan of baths because she was so used to “wash up and get out.” But she loves taking baths now, she likes to wash you down herself, even where your most intimate parts are.

☠︎ When you and Quanxi cuddle, she likes to be the big spoon always. She likes to have a protective hold on you as she sleeps to know that your okay. But it might be a problem if you have to pee “Quanxi get up I have to pee.” “No.”

☠︎ Quanxi loves loves loves cafe dates, she used to always take her girls there and she’d thought it be nice to keep her little tradition going

☠︎ Quanxi surprising actually knows how to play basketball really well. She likes to flex on you as she plays against you sometimes.

☠︎ We all know Quanxi has a shit ton of toys and she’s not afraid to use ‘em. She likes teasing you with her strap so much 😭 “Quanxi quit fucking teasing and fuck me!!” “Pushy are we?”

☠︎ We all know that she is a Tity grabber. She likes to hold ur Tity for emotional support, or she just lays on your chest.

☠︎ Quanxi likes to take you shopping from time to time. She has so much money so why not spend it on her favorite girl? She will let you buy till your hearts content! Go wild. She’ll hold all your bags with ease.

☠︎ Eventually you’ll run into Quanxi’s old co-worker… she doesn’t like him at all so she quickly takes you by your waist and moves on with her day. “Quanxi who was that?” “Oh? That was nobody to worry your pretty little head about.”

☠︎ Quanxi is always thinking about your safety nowadays especially since your a human and she knows you guys have extremely short life spans, bonus points if your a devil hybrid yourself, she is very happy because you can’t really die yk?? Do you’ll be together forever

☠︎ One day when Quanxi thinks the time is right she give you a promise ring to show her dedication to you. “I want you to be with me.” She says oh so graciously

☠︎ Annnd last but not least, Quanxi will someday take you both out on a luxury vacation and she and you both will have the time of your lives.

[kittyzu]

[ warnings — nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, name calling, noncon filming, dacryphilia, manipulation ]

a/n : reader is 18+ !! (and so is everyone in this)

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

• you didn’t want to at first. you really do love your partner and they make you happy.

your mistakes was trusting yoshida. he’s supposed to be your older brother, stepbrother yes but still family. someone who protects and loves you right? wrong

he sneaks into your room one night and you’re so tired that you just let him have his way with you.

you don’t even see the phone before it’s too late and your s/o’s shocked and sad face is the first thing you see as you’re cummimg all over yoshida’s cock.

“it’s okay puppy, you have me now” he smirks, kissing your cheek, “and you know i love you so much, don’t you?”

AKI - ࣪⭑

you’re both way too drunk to even function but that’s not stopping you.

you’ve been running circles around each other for months and even though you’re both dating other people, you obviously like each other a little too much for just friends.

you’re on top, gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as you ride him. it feels so good that you both don’t hear the door opening and closing until it’s too late.

your s/o looks so hurt and confused and his partner looks disgusted.

“i always knew you were a fucking whore y/n but you could’ve fucked somebody else’s boyfriend!” his s/o screams, “i hate you so much”

your s/o is too embarrassed to even say anything, silently walking back out your apartment.

you and aki start dating a month later and no one is surprised by the news.

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

you’re young and sexy and he can’t help but jerk off at night thinking about you. even though his married to your mom !!

he’s good with his words and he knows that. he’s always been smooth and it’s how he got with your mother in the first place.

“you do love me, don’t you darling?” he whispers, gently running his fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, “don’t i treat you good hm?”

your teary eyes only make his dick hard. he loves the idea of you crying for him and because of him and it’s not helping with him wanting to fuck you.

he knows you feel guilty but it doesn’t stop you from opening your legs for him anyway.

it’s not until he’s balls deep inside you that your mom walks in. she’s early from her work trip and wanted to surprise you both. you two ended up surprising her!

she doesn’t even know how to react but before she can threaten either one of you, kishibe kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your bedroom.

the sicko convinces your mom that it’s a mistake and she stays with him.

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

you know he’s horny all the time. he thinks about boobs way too often and when he does eventually get a girlfriend, she’s all he thinks about 24/7.

he trusts you because you’re supposed to be his best friend. the first person after power that he feels a real family bond with but you have other plans.

you purposely start dressing skimpy around him. he loves boobs so it’s so easy to entice him and you know he’ll cave even if he feels bad about it.

he ends up rutting against you like a bitch in heat, begging you to help him feel better.

“fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, finally slipping inside your tight pussy. it feels so good that he can’t stop even when his bedroom door opens and it’s his girlfriend standing next to power.

“DENJI?!” you knew they’d blame him. you’re far too cute and sweet and they all know how denji behaves.

he doesn’t even deny it. he does feel guilty about it because he did approach you.

after all, just because a woman wears short and sexy clothing, doesn’t mean she wants to have sex right?

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

she has no excuses for her behaviour. she already has enough girlfriends doesn’t she?

she knows she’s being greedy but she watched you bounce on kishibe’s cock one day when you both thought she was sleeping and she can’t help how horny she got.

not because of him but because of you. you’re so hot and she’s always appreciated a pretty girl so it’s nothing new.

you’re no better. you know your relationship with kishibe is relatively new and you don’t want to ruin it but she does have pretty fingers and they’re so much longer than yours are.

you can’t get off by yourself anymore and you’re so frustrated. kishibe has been so busy lately and you’re lonely so when she offers to help you, you don’t even think twice about it.

“look at you slut” she chuckles, “your pussy is so fucking greedy”

she likes the way your face looks when you cum and she needs to see it for herself, even at the expense of her long time friend.

she feels bad because she rejected kishibe only to turn around and fuck his girlfriend. she really was a terrible friend

it doesn’t stop her from pushing your legs apart and sticking her tongue inside your pussy.

kishibe walks in just as you’re about to cum, head thrown back and your eyes closed in bliss.

“having fun baby?” he sighs, too tired to feel anything.

it’s not like he can blame you. he feels for you when you’re lonely and he promises to be a better boyfriend in future.

[violetarks]

Kishibe x afab fiend?

can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

anime: chainsaw man

character: kishibe

summary: unbeknownst to other devil hunters, kishibe was actually the first forced to house a fiend for work.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, second person pov, reader is the theft devil, my first request in ages!!, but i dont really like how this turned out ;-;

the first one to find out about you, other than makima for obvious reasons, is kishibe's work partner.

"i just gotta' get something from inside before you go, 'kay?" kishibe says, looking to his work partner quanxi. the woman couldn't be more disinterested at the sight of kishibe's home. it was a simple apartment, on the third floor, with a 'welcome' mat and scratch marks on the key slot. when the door pushes open, kishibe clears his throat. "i'm home!"

quanxi raises a brow, wondering why he was announcing himself. as far as the office knew, he was a single man, and stayed so with the help of (or lack thereof from) quanxi. walking into the kitchen, kishibe puts his things down on the counter, heaving off his heavy overcoat. quanxi stands still beside him, analysing the room. it was well-kept, maybe a little mess here and there. but nothing too bad.

when she hears footsteps, she thinks 'daughter?', but then you round the corner, dressed in one of his hoodies and sleeping boxers. her eyes widen a little as you wipe yours, yawning.

"kishibe? why are you—..." you stop, staring at quanxi, and she the same to you. kishibe leans against the counter, knowing that you two were bound to meet at some point. "who's this?"

"y/n, this is quanxi, my work partner." kishibe says, crossing his arms over his chest, "quanxi, this is y/n, the theft devil."

in a split second, you and quanxi charge at each other, quanxi drawing her blades and you turning your hoodie into a sword by ripping it off your body. kishibe frowns, now knowing his hoodie was no longer his.

"leave this residence!" you shout, jabbing the handle of your sword into her stomach. quanxi blocks, gaining her footing. "don't ever return!"

"you've grown weak, since the last time i saw you." she replies, kicking your side and watching you tumble back a few paces. quanxi knocks you off your feet, getting on top of you and holding her blade to your throat whilst yours was pointed into her stomach.

"alright, stop that." kishibe huffs, clapping his hands. he rests one on quanxi's shoulder. "get off her."

"you're housing this fiend?" quanxi spits, staring down at you. you glare at her, opting to stick out your tongue and thrash a little around her. "does... makima know?"

"surrender your life and i'll make you into a pretty bow!" you scowl, kicking your legs beneath her. she tilts her head at your threats.

"you think i would willingly let the theft devil stay in my home?" kishibe mutters, tugging quanxi up. she brushes the dirt off her as you stand as well, trying to lunge at her when kishibe holds you back. "makima put her under my care a few months ago, since the last host we fought got away from us."

you frown, looking away and tossing your sword into the pile of clothes in the corner. "your partner is a hybrid, kishibe. i can smell the distasteful scent." you huff, tugging on his shirt that you wore, "you devil hunters are the strangest beings on earth, working with your enemies..."

"calm it, y/n." he says, standing in front of you. you roll your eyes, crossing your arms and turning away, marching to the balcony where you throw open the sliding door and lean against the railing. the wind blows the shirt gently and kishibe looks back at quanxi. "she's a bit possessive."

"the theft devil often is." quanxi responds, fixing her jacket, "it seems she's claimed you as hers."

"she's technically mine since she's living under my roof." kishibe defends, hands on his hips.

quanxi looks around the apartment. "it doesn't look like it." she grabs her blade, sheathing it, and walks to the exit. "i'm waiting in the car. do what you must."

as she leaves, shutting the door behind her, kishibe turns to you. you're still sulking, making it known by the way you cross your arms and glare at the buildings in front of you. kishibe walks in your direction, putting his weapons on the counter. he then stands behind you, hands bracing the railing to trap you between it and his chest. you lean further into the railing, almost squishing your ribs in a desperate plea to get away from him.

"you can't fight anyone i bring to this apartment, y/n." he tells you, making you frown.

"why are you bringing others to my home?" you counter, tugging on your collar, "i don't want anything that isn't mine to come here."

"alright, alright." kishibe says, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. you squirm, trying to get out, when you feel his lips press a kiss to your neck. you stop moving, shivering at his touch. "i guess you just feel nervous meeting other people."

"hm." you grumble back, hands trapped against your chest as kishibe holds you. he leans back, leaning a chin on your shoulder. "i want her head."

"she won't let you have it." he tells you.

"i'll steal it myself. it's what i'm good for." you claim, remembering her scent. you can identify where she is, sitting in the backseat of the black car out front. you perk up a little, kishibe tilting his head. "she smells of other fiends."

"i never know what quanxi gets up to." kishibe responds, rubbing the back of his head. he pushes himself away from you, watching as you turn to face him. "i have a job to get to. i'll bring home some dinner, got it?"

"okay." you respond, holding his sleeve. he stops and stares at you. "come home soon."

"i will." he says, kissing your forehead, "as soon as possible."

"good." you mutter out, holding him in his place. kishibe lets out a small chuckle, watching as you purse your lips. he then dips towards you and connects lips, giving you the gentle treatment as you eagerly kissed him back.

it had only been a couple of months, but you had managed to gain feelings for kishibe. and with your nature as the theft devil, of course you'd become jealous when you saw something that wasn't yours. kishibe had assumed it was your power at work, but slowly began to warm up to your attitudes and eventually reciprocated them.

he didn't know whether makima had planned this to make sure he was always on the public safety division's side, as you were technically 'property' of makima and she could do whatever she pleased with you, or if makima had no idea of your feelings. but kishibe knew for sure that he wanted you all to himself as you wanted him.

the second group to meet you is a young himeno, who knocks on kishibe's apartment door in hopes of getting him to help her track down another fragment of the gun devil. but it's early in the morning and you're in the kitchen trying to make your own breakfast since kishibe came home late last night.

"he better answer... if he gets mad, he can argue with makima, she sent me here." himeno sighs, placing a hand on her hip. she begins to knock again. "kishibe! open up! c'mon, this won't take long!"

the door swings open and you chuck out your hand straight away, trying to grasp at himeno. your vision focuses on her, and you watch as she pulls away quickly, her widening her eyes and attempting to push your hand away.

you fail to make himeno one of your possessions, making you dodge her punch and step back into the apartment.

"a fiend? who the hell are you?" himeno mutters, fixing her collar. she steps forward with caution, not knowing if you were dangerous enough to call upon her contract. "i'm pretty sure this is kishibe's apartment."

"leave now." you say, backing up into the living room. your hands held up, ready to fight, tugging on the collar of your (kishibe's) shirt. "or i'll make you my own."

"oh?" himeno giggles, tilting her head at you, "that's sweet of you."

you rush forward, swiping your glass of water on the table and turning it into a clear dagger. you dash at her, ducking under himeno's punch to push her against the closed door, bringing an arm up to strike her in her shoulder. but himeno is quick to react, side-stepping and hooking her arm around your elbow and yanking you down to the ground.

the impact shakes the table beside you that holds kishibe's keys, rattling in the plate. as himeno readies another attack, you roll out of the way and kick her in her stomach, making her land against the door. you turn your dagger in your hand, reeling back and launching it towards her head. himeno, quick to think, ducks down to dodge. the dagger strikes the wooden door, half of it sticking through.

"it's too early for this..." himeno groans, tilting her head at you with a huff.

before you can charge again, kishibe enters in nothing but his sleeping shorts, covering his mouth with a yawn. "mornin', sweetheart. what's for breakfast?" he questions, walking directly to you and unknowingly ignoring the other woman.

"morning..." you drop your act, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he leans forward to land a kiss on your cheek. he wraps a loose arm around your shoulders, making you walk towards the kitchen where himeno stood, confused. "i was thinkin' we go out for lunch. as long as i can see you, it shouldn't be a problem."

"um... kishibe?" himeno says, blinking at the sight of her coworker and a stranger/fiend so close. "what is going on?"

the man almost looks annoyed, but he wipes his face and sighs loudly, "what are you doing here?"

"makima sent me to discuss the gun devil shard that has popped up around here." himeno speaks, watching as kishibe grabs some sweatpants from the folded laundry on the couch and puts them on, "she said you may have some intel."

"well i don't know jackshit about that, so you've wasted your time." he calls, opening the fridge and taking out two eggs. he saw your bowl of cereal on the counter and placed it in front of you with a spoon, watching you begin to eat with your eyes on the two strangers. "i see you've met y/n."

"that fiend?" himeno scoffs, crossing her arms as she watches you eat your breakfast. aki's eye twitched at how familiar you sat in the room of devil hunters. "how long has she been under your watch?"

"probably around half a year now. surprised nobody else has noticed, to be honest." kishibe says, watching as you sit in silence now, "you two should become friends."

"fuck off." himeno grunts, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

"no way!" you shout, slamming your half-empty bowl on the bench.

"fine." kishibe responds, shrugging his shoulders. he waits until you return to eating to speak to himeno. "you should get goin'."

"right..." she sighs, collecting herself, "you stay safe, kishibe."

"you too." he says, watching as she leaves the apartment. he then lets out a breath, ruffling your hair. "c'mon, y/n. you can't keep doin' that every time someone comes in, got it?"

"whatever!" you call, pushing his hand away, "stop bringing random people in here!"

your complaints are common, but kishibe can't help that. he only nods, like always, and kisses the side of your head.

"alright, sweetheart. i won't." he chuckles, sitting beside you.

he hears about the next time he goes into work. makima asks him to keep the secret of you quieter, even though she was the one who sent himeno to his place knowing full well you were there. he begrudgingly agrees.

he listens because he would rather die than lose you. there's no way he'd let you land in the hands of makima...

you stole his heart. and he knew you had no intention of giving it back or sharing.

[quanxitii]

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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), gojo is a bit violent, the reader is 16 years old in current events.-

• JUJUTSUKAISEN ━≫ Akutame Gege

• THE SILENT VOWS ━≫ Quanxi

• COVER CREDIT ━≫ _3aem

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-In the heart of Kyoto, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern sorcery, the Hirano clan's estate stood as a silent sentinel to its illustrious lineage. Within its quiet corridors and manicured gardens, the air was thick with the weight of duty, a burden that the young heiress, the reader "y/n".

-Her chambers, adorned with silks of deep crimson and gold, reflected the opulence and austerity expected of one destined for greatness. y/n, with her bright green eyes and sun-kissed hair, adorned with light orange freckles, a picture of quiet obedience, She sat on her bed, which was draped in luxurious silk sheets and pillows embroidered with intricate patterns. In her hands, she held a well-worn book about a princess, its pages soft from being read many times. This story was her favorite, as the princess's life mirrored her own in many ways, filled with duty, tradition, and a yearning for something more.

-As she lost herself in the familiar tale, the door to her chamber opened with a soft creak. Her mother, Lady Hirano, entered the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Tall and imposing, she wore a kimono that exuded elegance, paired with very dark lipstick that contrasted sharply with her golden-yellow hair, a shade identical to her daughter's. With a graceful but firm gesture, Lady Hirano took the book from Y/N's hands and set it aside.

-She said in a firm tone :                                 

-"You must understand, daughter, that your marriage to Gojo Satoru is more than a personal union, It is a pact that binds our clans, securing our future."-

-y/n inclined her head respectfully, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her kimono. The fabric whispered tales of craftsmanship passed down through generations, each stitch a testament to the artistry that adorned the Hirano lineage. From childhood, she had been immersed in the teachings of duty — to marry, to bear children, to uphold the honor of her ancestors. Her desires and dreams had long been surrendered to the sanctity of tradition, woven into the fabric of her existence like the threads of her ceremonial attire.

-From a young age, she had been groomed for this role — to marry, bear children, and uphold the honor of the Hirano name. Her desires had long been sacrificed on the altar of duty, her dreams mere whispers in the wind.

-Since her early years, Y/N's mother had treated her with a cold formality, constantly reminding her that she was special and not like other children. Play was forbidden, replaced by a strict regimen of meals and classes that focused on education and moral discipline. Under her mother's stern guidance, she transformed into an obedient doll, a woman molded to wait for marriage and childbirth without any personal goals. Like the women before her, she was expected to perform her duty, give birth to heirs, and then pass away in peace.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers," -

-Lady Hirano continued, her gaze unwavering as it assessed her daughter. Pride mingled with expectation in her eyes, a reflection of the legacy that y/n was destined to inherit.

-"Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan,"-

-She affirmed with conviction.

-"This is your destiny, y/n."-

-A tumult of emotions stirred within y/n's heart — apprehension, resignation, and beneath it all, a quiet rebellion that dared to question the path laid out before her. She had been raised to honor tradition, to embrace her role without question, yet a flicker of curiosity burned within her. Beyond the rigid confines of duty, she yearned for a glimpse of a world where freely, untethered by the expectations of clan alliances.

-Lady Hirano turned to leave she will not allow her to answer, because Y/N's answer simply does not matter, as it will not change anything. She also expects absolute obedience. Any objection will result in punishment and many lectures. Her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns.

-Y/N, now sixteen years old, prepares to take on the role of gojo Satoru's wife, in the eyes of her clan, this is an appropriate age for marriage.

-Y/N gaze lingered on the moonlit garden beyond her window. Cherry blossoms swayed in the evening breeze, In that quiet moment, amidst the weight of tradition and the legacy of her bloodline, y/n pondered the path that lay ahead.

-Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life, the day she had been preparing for all her years...

-Your wedding day, you had simple encounters with Gojo Satoru, specifically at clan gatherings, you don't know much about him, but what you concluded after your encounters was that he didn't care much about you, for the most part, he hates her, but you don't care, you already heard many rumors throughout their engagement that he's a womanizer.

-A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, as she cleared her mind of conflicting thoughts. She murmured in a low tone,

-"No need to be nervous, I will do what I learned,"-

Before she got up, closed the window, and went to sleep.

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-Gojo's Point of View-

-The year doesn't change (in 2012)

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-In contrast, Gojo Satoru, the man who is twenty two years old, prowled the corridors of the clan headquarters, his best friend and confidant, Suguru Geto, by his side. Gojo was grumbling incessantly, and Suguru, with his soothing voice, tried to calm him.

-"You know, Satoru," -

-Suguru began cautiously, his voice a calming presence amidst the brewing storm.

-"she didn't choose this any more than you did. Remember that."-

-Gojo's response was a derisive scoff, his expressions hidden behind the dark blindfold that marked him as a prodigy among sorcerers.

-"I know what this is, Suguru,"-

-He replied sharply.

-"A marriage to a minor who isn't even eighteen yet, to strengthen alliances. Don't expect me to play the doting husband."

-Suguru sighed, fixing his gaze on his friend's impassive face.

-"She's not just a piece in this game, Gojo,"-

-He insisted gently, knowing how much his friend despised the traditions that dictated their lives.

-"She's a person with dreams and hopes. You could at least try to see that."-

-Gojo turned away, his clenched jaw revealing the turmoil within.

-"Dreams and hopes,"-

-He repeated mockingly.

-"What does she know about such things? She's been groomed since birth to obey, to serve the clan's ambitions, just a stupid doll. Our marriage changes nothing."-

-Suguru's brow furrowed in concern, aware of his friend's stubbornness.

-"Maybe not,"-

-He conceded quietly,

-"but she deserves more than your indifference."-

-With a frustrated grunt, Gojo fell silent, his footsteps echoing through the polished corridors of the headquarters. Geto watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he broke the silence in his gentle tone.

-"Remember, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into a harsh reality of premature adulthood."-

-Gojo looked at him, recalling their few encounters, her hesitant smiles, the nervous glances she cast around the room, her attempts to mimic the grace and poise expected of her. She was a child, really, though their world didn't afford her the luxury to remain one.

-"You know she's only sixteen,"-

-Suguru added, his voice softer, almost pleading.

-"She's not just young, she's practically still a child."-

-Gojo clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. He knew what was expected of him — to marry her, strengthen the alliance, and get her pregnant as soon as possible. The weight of the elders' expectations was suffocating.

-"They want me to marry a minor and have children with her as quickly as possible. It's absurd,"-

-Gojo muttered, his tone filled with bitterness.

-"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't understand the pressure? But I won't be forced into this without a fight."-

-Suguru stepped closer, his gaze imploring.

-"I'm not asking you to accept this without a fight, Satoru."-

-He placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.

-"But at least consider what she must feel. She's trapped just like you, if not more. Show her some kindness. She deserves that."-

-Gojo turned to face his friend fully, the agitation in his eyes clear even through the blindfold.

-"And what if I can't, Suguru? What if I'm too consumed by my own anger and resentment to see beyond my suffering?"-

-Suguru smiled sympathetically, a small, sad smile touching his lips.

-"Then you'll both suffer needlessly. Especially her. You already have some freedom and a bit of authority over the elders, but she doesn't."-

-He sighed, lowering his hand from Gojo's shoulder.

-"But if you can find it in yourself to show her a little compassion, maybe — just maybe — you'll both find a way to bear this together."-

-Gojo's shoulders relaxed slightly, the internal battle momentarily subdued.

-"I'll try"-

-he whispered, almost to himself.

-"But only for myself. I'll try."-

-He said arrogantly,

-"Don't expect me to be the devoted husband. I'll just try not to treat her too harshly. I really don't see her as my wife."-

-Suguru nodded, his temper rising slightly at his friend's arrogance.

-"That's all anyone can expect from you, Satoru."-

-The moonlight bathed the Gojo headquarters in a serene glow as they continued walking, discussing other topics.-

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-Flashback:The First Encounter-

2003 (nine years ago)

-gojo : thirteen years old

-y/n : seven years old

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-Years ago, on a balmy summer evening, the Hirano and Satoru clans convened for a rare gathering at the sprawling Satoru estate. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with ceremony.

-y/n Hirano, then a timid seven-year-old adorned in a kimono of soft pastels, stood amidst the opulence of the estate's grand reception hall. Her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she awaited the introduction to Gojo Satoru, the thirteen boy, heir to the formidable Satoru lineage and already a prodigy among sorcerers at sixteen, she will be engaged today, with him.

-The dinner between the clans had been a tense affair, filled with polite exchanges that barely masked the undercurrents of political maneuvering and ancient rivalries. Gojo, seated at the head of the table, occasionally glanced towards Makoto with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing through the formalities with unsettling intensity.

-After the formalities, y/n found herself alone with Gojo in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the prying eyes and murmured conversations of their elders. Gojo leaned against a stone pillar, his posture relaxed yet his presence commanding.

-"You're the Hirano girl,"-

-Gojo remarked coolly, his voice carrying an edge of disdain as he glanced down at y/n with barely concealed disinterest.

-y/n, trained from birth in the art of etiquette and obedience, lowered her gaze respectfully.

-"Yes, Lord Gojo,"-

-She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

-"It is an honor to meet you."-

-"Honor?"-

-Gojo scoffed, approached her and held her wrist tightly, but not to the point that it would hurt her, he pressed her small figure and looked at her with complete annoyance, his tone biting as he circled her with a predatory grace.

-"This arrangement is nothing more than a shackle forced upon us by tradition. Don't mistake it for anything else."-

-y/n felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, her youthful innocence colliding with the harsh reality of their predetermined futures, She bit her lip, tried not to tremble, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Gojo's blunt dismissal.-

-"You're right, Lord Gojo,"-

-She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.-

-"I understand."-

-Gojo's gaze softened imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away dismissively.

-"Good,"-

-He muttered, striding off after he left her arm and the sound of his steps filled the corridors.

-Alone once more in the vastness of the Satoru estate, y/n clutched at the folds of her kimono, her young heart heavy with the weight of their brief exchange. She had been taught from a tender age the importance of compliance, of burying one's desires deep within the recesses of the soul in service to the clan's aspirations.

-As she wandered the labyrinthine halls, the echoes of Gojo's words lingered in her mind, In that moment, amidst the opulence and the traditions that bound their clans together, She started thinking about her life — a life intertwined with the enigmatic figure who had already left an indelible mark upon her heart.

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to be continued...

[lehguru]

CALLING THEM MY LOVE + CHAINSAW WOMEN

characters: makima, power, quanxi, asa, kobeni

warnings: not proofread; reader uses she pronoun and wears a bra in quanxi's, gender neutral on everyone else; slightly suggestive in quanxi's (im h-word for her ok) + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

makima loves to hear you use pet names with her. whenever any soft nickname leaves your lips, she smirks and gives you a side look, chuckling gently at your behavior. "my love, what do you think of this?" you say, showing her a picture of a dish on your phone. 'we could try it, my love', she chuckles again and shakes her head softly. (she will keep thinking about how you're the only person she will ever allow to treat her like that)

at first, power doesn't really get that you're calling her when you say a pet name. "my love, can you take a shower? aki called me to complain about it." her face turned so red, you thought she got embarrassed about not cleaning up, but the finger that she pointed at you made all your assumptions fly through the window. 'topknot is your love?! what the hell! yer supposed to be mine! mine, you hear me!' you giggle at her behavior and explain that's a soft name you decided to call her by, not aki. she immediately sits on your lap with a pout and 'yeah, it better be'

quanxi looks at you like a predator looks at its pray as soon as any sweet name leaves your lips. you're one of her girlfriends, but you always seemed to have more of her attention; so when you noticed her eyes on you, for what seemed the tenth time that day, you smiled and said: "my love, do you need something?". she groaned and threw her head back, motioning for you to come closer. as you started to walk up to her, she brought her head up again, just to stare at you with an hungry eye. she pulled you to sit on her lap, her hands quickly making their way up to unbutton your bra. 'i was just lookin' at what is mine, but... since you asked, i might as well take something, right?'

asa chokes on thin air if you use even the most simple nickname while talking to her. "my love, will you go hangout with denji today?" you asked, your eyes focused on taking notes for your next test. your head immediately snapped up when you heard the sound of your girlfriend choking, her hand resting against her chest. you tried to go closer, but the hand on her chest came forward to stop you from doing so. 'w-wait! what— what did you just called me?' after a moment to bring herself together, she gave you a quick hug. 'y-yeah, i'm going to meet up with denji today.... ho-honey'

kobeni starts crying. honestly, she starts crying whenever you show any kind of love or softness towards her. hearing that her brand new car recently got destroyed, you called her up to see if she was okay. "don't worry, my love! you know i'm here for you, right?" her voice was already a little emotional, but as soon as those words entered the speaker, you heard her start sobbing loudly on the other side. you were about to ask her to not cry over her car, but she cried out something that stopped you from doing so. 'y-you lobe me?!'

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Come help me relax ✩

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Just listen to me sweetheart ✩

Quanxi

[mommypieck]

how abt making makima and quanxi squirt

makima

"curl your fingers a bit." she instructs as you're trying your best to finger fuck you. two of your fingers explore her insides while you massage her clit with two more fingers. her breathing is heavy and you can see that she's enjoying it more than she would admit.

"yeah, just like that, puppy."

her back arches and you know that you hit her sweet spot. she looks beautiful, her hair lies all around her and her round breasts with hard nipples make you horny too.

you can see in her eyes that she's close. she screws her eyes closed but her legs shake. your fingers fuck her even faster, hitting her g stop with every thrust. you smile when she loses her composure and whines.

"you're beautiful, makima." you praise her and you see how needy and desperate she is.

"keep this up and i'll cum."she says in a broken voice. you thrust few more times before she's cumming around your fingers. her juices fly everyone, coating your face and hair and soaking the bed. she clams so hard around your fingers that you're scared she might bruise them. her whole body shakes and writhes on the bed.

"you're okay, makima?" you ask her with a smile but she just returns a pleasure sigh.

"oh puppy, you destroyed me tonight."

quanxi

"god baby. look at you." she purrs as your tongue dances on her clit. her eyes are closed and head thrown back, her breathing slow. you can see her boobs rising and falling with every breath she takes. she's wet, her juices basically soaking your whole face. two of your fingers play with her clit while your tongue focuses on her opening. you're trying your best to tongue fuck her and by the moans she lets out, you're successful.

"you look so pretty in between my legs." she basically groans, her hand coming to grab your hair. she pushes your face deeper into her cunt basically riding her face. her clit is throbbing more than ever before and new waves of juices are leaving her body and falling right on her tongue. you flatten your tongue to lap it all up.

"im about to cum, sweetheart." she moans and you can feel her body shaking. you focus on her clit, sucking it in your mouth. she screams as she cums, liquid squirting from her spamming pussy. some of it lands on your tongue, some on it on the bedding. her mind shuts and she just lays mindlessly on the bed. her body still shakes and you smile at the happiness in her eyes.

"are you okay?" you ask her but she just laughs.

"oh fuck, baby. that tongue of yours almost killed me."

[dearemilia]

DATING A QUANXI! FEMALE! READER HEADCANONS

Shiba Yuzuha & Akashi Senju

WARNINGS/NOTES: Female reader, fluff, mentions of blood, weapons, and violence, minor spoilers for both TR and CSM but not that important. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy <3

SHIBA YUZUHA

➩ She worries so much for you. She doesn’t want to lose you, you’re someone who she deeply cares about <3

➩ You love spoiling Yuzuha with gifts and she gets really flustered by it. 

➩ She’s not used to someone taking care of her after all the years with her family. So she’s really grateful for you and sometimes cries when you take care of her.

➩ She rants a lot to you and you don’t mind it. You let her cry and lay on your lap. She loves talking about her mom to you! She just wishes that you could have met her.

➩ She’s protective of you.

➩ You don’t really need protection because of your job as a devil hunter. You protect her from any danger or devils. If you any of your enemies starts targeting her.

➩ You will know and you’ll kill them easily.

➩ You give her a promise ring which just made her hide in your neck since she doesn’t know what to say and is really shy.

➩ She’s not used to pda and you understand that. So you both cuddle all night long when you both are at your house <3

➩ She hates it when you smoke and tells you to stop. You obey of course since she’s your girlfriend and you love her.

➩ She introduces you to Hakkai who is shy and terrified of you at the same time. No, she will not introduce you to Taiju.

➩ Hakkai is really grateful for you and sees you as a sister figure! Its unlike you to help someone but since you care for Hakkai, you sometimes help him talk to girls.

➩ If anyone dares to try flirt with Yuzhua. You are there for her and warn the person to not flirt with her or else you’ll end up feeding them to a devil.

➩ Yuzuha knows your job as a devil hunter and is really afraid for your life. But you reassure her that you’re fine and that you want to protect both her and Hakkai if anything happens.

➩ She loves you and trusts you a lot so please don’t break her heart <3

AKASHI SENJU

➩ You both are really strong and terrifying. A lot of people are afraid to fight you both and whenever you both team up, you and Senju always manage to defeat all of your opponents.

➩ You love spoiling Senju, knowing that the girl loves shopping. You have no shame on spoiling her and giving her your black card.

➩ Senju gets so happy whenever you both go shopping and she gets you both matching hoodies!

➩ She knows your job as a devil hunter and she thinks its really cool. Thats practically how you met her.

➩ One day, you were on a mission and Senju got caught up by a devil and you saved her. She immediately fell in love and is always following you like a lost puppy, you don’t mind tho <3

➩ Takeomi is really surprised that his little sister managed to even get a girlfriend. He’s really chill with you and likes how you’re calm.

➩ She’ll hold your hand whenever you get injured, please don’t scare her, she doesn’t want you leaving her <3

➩ You both train together when you have time. She loves it because she wants to grow stronger and be the one to protect you!

➩ You style her hair when you have nothing to do. You would also decorate her hair with some accessories <3

➩ She doesn’t mind you smoking but nowadays because you’re more focused on Senju and your job, you forget smoking except when you’re with Takeomi.

➩ You promised to her that you’d take her to China when she has summer break and she has never been this excited in a long time.

➩ She loves watching you fight off devils, it makes you look badass.

➩ She admires and respects you so much and brags about you a lot to her brother.

➩ “You know [Name] can do-” “Oh my fucking god, I GET IT” She gets so offended when her brother interrupts her from talking about you.

[cindol]

“ QUANXI GF HCS ! ”

request : Hi! You said you take requests? I don’t use tumblr often so idk if I’m requesting in the right place, I think you already recently did one about Quanxi but could you make more similar Quanxi x reader post? Or just some of your Quanxi headcanons?(*'▽'*)

quanxi x fem reader

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— non devil au if that makes sense, Quanxi and reader are in their early 20s, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), fluff,

a/n : just a lil side note, requests are easier when you use the inbox underneath my bio y’all and anyone new to tumblr ! But i hope u enjoy dear user

Let’s make one thing clear, Quanxi isn’t the type of partner you have to ask to do sweet couple things. Sometimes out of the blue when watching a movie with her she’ll ask what’s your dream trip or dream date and it’s one and done just when you don’t expect it.

It’s a shock when she gives a simple text like "we're going on a date 2nite.” and another big shock when she takes you to your dream movie date with just emptiness except the sounds of you both giggling and doing commentary on the comedy movie playing.

“How’d you even pull the strings to get this done for me babe?” Quanxi would just respond with shrugging shoulders.“I have my ways, just enjoy the movie baby.”

Quanxi isn’t shy to the camera, she will gladly let you show her off on any social media account. If it’s Instagram stories she’s waving to the camera and giving you a subtle surprise kiss making you gasp. She’s not very active on social media either but always comments positive sweet comments under mainly your Instagram comment section.

It’s surprising to those who don’t know her but she’s big on petnames with you, always calling you babe, baby or sweetheart just so casually. It catches you off guard too hearing her say a pet name in such a smith soothing voice and she knows the effect it has on you that’s why she did it. She liked walking up behind you when you’re so in your own world just to whisper,“hey sweetheart.” in your ear making you gasp and turn around whining at her teasing.

Quanxi isn’t one of those insecure men who don’t like their girlfriend feeling confident, she believes and she knows she’s much better than that. When you look pretty in a nice skirt she lets you know you look pretty. Pulling you by the hips and sniffing your neck makes you giggle.“I’m a tasty snack or something quanxi?”

She just hummed and kept sniffing you, pulling you closer and closer.“the tastiest.”

She doesn’t shy from affection either and even loves giving it back, from the soft kisses she gives you on your neck to sitting you on her lap. Sometimes she likes to be handsy with you too, groping your ass at random when just laying down with you on a shared bed, making you giggle.“ ‘xi you’re so..handsy today y’know?” she would just continue groping you now with both hands copping a feel of both your cheeks while you lay sighing and snickering at how she didn’t respond back.

Quanxi cares more about you than herself more than she should, she believes you come first over anything and is a big sharer with you. If the both of you are at some cafe or restaurant sharing food for two she’ll always let you take the last bite or last sip of the Sunday smoothie. In the mornings she’ll have you waking up coming downstairs to the smell of blueberry pancakes topped with powdered sugar. Even when you show concern if she’s gonna eat she just smiles it off.“I’m sure I’ll conjure something up sweetheart, just eat yeah? Cooked my ass off whipping the batter for those.” Even still you shared her pancakes with her.

Quanxi is always there to make sure you’re feeling good too and that means mentally too, if you just look zoned out and out of it she’ll make sure to tend to you, laying you down and really asking if you’re okay.

Quanxi loves when you take care of her too, she finds it adorable when she has a robe on just watching you from the bedroom with the door open as you make a bath for her. She always wants to be sharing something with you at least so she makes you get into the bath with her to bathe with her. You barely wash at first, just staring at your girlfriend with her white hair down without it’s ponytail and her right eye not having the usual black eye patch.

It’s just nice to see her so relaxed with her arms sitting on the ledges of the tub. You and quanxi always wash one another in the tub too, with quanxi washing your body and you squeezing some shampoo into her hair.

Quanxi will fight for you, she could care less if someone is speaking about her but what she won’t respect is someone calling you out your name. If some man is trying to call you some kind of bitch or a word similar to that in public she's immediately turning around with you interlinking your arm with hers and a passive aggressive smile on her face.“pardon?”

When this man stutters just standing around scratching his head she scoffs chuckling.”what I fuckin thought.,” and walking off with you pouting and scolding her.

[gojo-simp69]

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Characters:

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-𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫!

-𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚!

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[rinrinx2]

Hello! I wanted to check if you still accept requests and if you do, I wanted to ask if you can write something about Kishibe from CSM and reader with the reader simping for him but thinking kishibe only has eyes for quanxi but in reality he let go of her a bit after she joined work. She makes nsfw videos and has only fans and he even follows her and confronts her one day at work, leading them to confess to one another. thanks in advance in case you ever write it

"Please say you think of me"

Kishibe x reader

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Adult themes, Semi -Smut, Sex work. Kind of begging Kishibe

Eye closed tightly as your legs remained spread as yours pussy leaked out onto the sheets beneath you.

Biting your lip so hard as you pushed your finger back and forth inside your clenching pussy, as you chased after your orgasm.

Fingers picking up in speed as you imagined them to be someone else's, imagine them to be - Kishibe's.

Picturing your fingers as the handsome man's, the image of him alone pushing you over the edge.

As clear liquid squirted out of you clamping pussy as you came hard.

As your fingers remained stuffing your pussy, with your lips parted gasping for air as you lipgloss shimmered in the camera lights.

The camera that had been filming your every action as you fucked yourself merciless to the thought of - Kishibe.

You quietly made your way through the office, keeping your head down as you sat down at your desk.

Keeping your mind occupied with the thoughts of all the paperwork you would have to do after coming back from your last mission.

So caught up in thoughts you hadn't heard the voice of another.

"(Y/N)" a voice called out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts, as you heard snapped in its direction.

"Morning Makima, sorry I focused on this demon profile from yesterday" you explained, trying to excuse your lack of acknowledging the other woman.

"No worries, I was just going to ask you if you could help Kishibe when you're done. He tends to fall behind on these sort of things"

"Yes of course" you replied, trying to maintain your composure at the name of the man who filled your fantasies night after night.

You watched until the other woman was a good distance from your desk, finally allowing the biggest smile to form on your lips.

You would be able to spend time with Kishibe after so many failed attempts, it would just be you and him in his office as you would help him and if you were lucky maybe he would place his hand on your thigh as you would explain the paper work to him.

The thoughts of spending time motivated you to finish your work early, as to spend as much time with the attractive male with the stitched scar on the side of his face.

Finally having finished your work you stood up from your desk, pulling your skirt down and trying to brush over your clothes in hopes to fix your appearance.

You began walking in the direction on Kishibe's office, taking deep breathes with each step, trying your best to calm your nerves.

You had finally reached his office door. Starring down at the doorknob before giving it a gentle twist but before you could fully open it another individual was already pulling on the other end, doing the same as you to open the door.

Without another thought you let go of the door knob allowing the other individual to leave Kishibe's office.

You watched as the door swung open with none other than the reasons for all your failed attempts of talking to Kishibe as none other than Quan Xi walked out of his office

With the calmest look in her eyes as she existed, barely acknowledging your existence, with her eyes barely moving an inch to see you standing beside the door.

You watched as she walked away confidently from his office not sparring a glance back at you, while you kept your head hung low.

And the thoughts began to resurface, the thoughts that kept you away from Kishibe at every attempt, the thoughts of how he probably liked Quan xi. As you always spotted the two of them together, no matter how much you were told that the two to of them argued and disliked each other by other colleagues, you had a feeling it was just a facade that lovers put on infront of others ... infront of you.

Slowly you made you way inside Kishibe's office, less enthusiastic than before.

"Afternoon (Y/N)" Kishibe said looking at your figure stand at the front of his desk.

"Afternoon Kishibe" you replied keeping your gaze to the ground, as the thoughts of Quan xi filled your heard.

"Had Makima sent you here to help me with my paperwork" Kishibe asked as he looked over to the stack of paper that sat at the corner of his desk and then back to you. He watched as you slightly raised your head in a nodding motion.

"Very well then, let us start"

You and Kishibe spent most of the afternoon going through his paperwork with little conversation in between, mostly just you asking questions about missions so that you could fill the paperwork out, as he would give straightforward replies.

The two of you continued in this manner until all you were done.

"I suppose that is the last of it" Kishibe said as he placed the last page onto a now organized stack of paper.

"Yes, it is" you said with a soft smile, trying your best to hide any feelings of sadness.

"Thank you" he said, as he watched you walk to his door.

Watching as your hips swayed back and forth, as your ass would rise and fall with each step.

"(Y/N)" Kishibe called out just before you exited his office.

"Yes" you said turning back looking at him with a look of curiosity painted on your features at his sudden actions.

Kishibe looked at you for a moment, letting a smirk fall onto his lips as you continued to stare at him in confusion before he finally spoke.

"How long are you going to avoid me"

Your force morphed from confusion to embarrassment at Kishibe's question. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks as your brain scrambled to find an answer.

"I - urhm" you said barely allowing any words to leave your lips.

Kishibe stood up from his desk walking over to you where you stood at his door.

You watched in awe as he came closer and closer till he was mere centimeter from your body, tilting his head down as he began to speak again.

"Is it because of Quan Xi?"

"You know her and I are not anything that you should deem a threat towards yourself" Kishibe said as he lowered his head to speak to you.

Your gaze remained down, as he spoke. You couldn't bare having your eyes looking into his.

Kishibe let out a chuckle at you being unable to even look up at him as he spoke to you.

"I wouldn't expect such a shy girl to have an onlyfans" Kishibe said with a snicker, finally causing your head to snap up, eyes now locked with his.

"Do I finally have your attention now, (Y/N)?" Kishibe asked as he moved a stray hair from your face tucking it behind your ear.

Your mind was racing with thoughts that Kishibe knew about your secret one that you meticulously kept far away from anyone and everyone one at the public safety devil hunters association.

Once again so lost in your thoughts you hadn't even felt the hand of Kishibe move to your lower waist, only when he finally grabbed you closer did you snap out of your thoughts.

"Do you think about me, when you touch yourself?" He asked as you felt his breath fan against your skin. You could feel the heat rising between your legs at the question.

"Hmm (Y/N) do you? Do you think about me while you're knuckles deep inside your pussy?" Kishibe asked as his other hand began to play with the hem of your skirt.

Your eyes quickly looking down, watching as Kishibe began to bunch up the material of your skirt.

Kishibe let out another chuckle, even though he was so close to you you were still unable to answer him, not even letting out a single word.

"I think about you" Kishibe said as his hand now moved under your skirt, hand resting at your upper thigh.

"I think about you while I fist my cock" he said moving his hand further up your thigh, until he placed it onto your clothed cunt causing you to gasp out at his sudden touch.

Kishibe began to massage your clothed cunt, noting how they were already damp and soft moans began to escape your lips.

"I imagine it's your pussy I'm facing into, that it's your pussy that clamping so hard down on me, milking the cum out of me" he said as he continued massaging your pussy.

"Kishibe" you moaned out finally talking again, as you grabbed at his biceps as you steadied yourself while you rode his hand as he played with your pussy.

"Yes (Y/N)" he said looking at you with innocence in his eyes.

Your clit was being rubbed back and forth, causing pleasure to tingle through your body as your pussy clenched down on nothing.

He watched as you road yourself against his hand, feeling the way your panties became damper and damper with each passing second.

"Please tell me you think of you, while you touch yourself. Please (Y/N)" Kishibe begged out as he began to massage your pussy faster, causing the knot in your tummy to get tighter and tighter.

"Say you touch yourself to me so I can fuck you"

"I do" you moaned out, and within the same moment Kishibe picked you up and moved you body against the door.

Quickly he pulled his cock out from his trousers and pulled your panties to the side, pushing into your warm tight cunt.

"Fuck you're pussy so perfect" Kishibe moaned out, as he kept his cock hitled deep inside your pussy.

Kishibe remained still allowing your pussy to suck him in as deep as possible until the feeling became to much and you needed to feel him move inside you, to finally know how his cock would feel like rubbing against the walls of your pussy.

"Kishibe fuck me, please fuck me" you groaned out with need.

Kishibe looked into your eyes as your words settled in his ears, biting his lip as he pulled his cock slightly out only to have it sink deep back inside you.

Kishibe kept this grueling pace of fucking you deep and hard, as the only sounds being heard in his office was that of yours and his moans as wells as the squelching of your pussy as he fucked into you.

"Your cock feels just like I imagined it" you said as you felt your pussy fluttered around his cock, sucking him in deeper with each thrust as your hole dripped down his shaft.

Kishibe felt his cum in his balls travel to his cockhead just aching to shoot into your warm wet pussy.

"Cum on my cock like you do in those videos" Kishibe said feeling as you were clamping down tighter than before.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and from the way Kishibe was fucking into you like an animal in heat you could tell he was close too.

"Please (Y/N) come on my cock. Please I need it. Give it to me please" Kishibe was once again begging out.

And suddenly your pussy spammed around his cock, as clear liquid squireted from your pussy all over his cock dripping down onto the carpeted floor.

The moment Kishibe felt your pussy begin to spasm hot ropes of cum shot out of his slit and painted your walls, over and over as you milked his cock till he was shooting blanks.

Kishibe placed his forehead against yours, as the two of you caught your breath. Carefully he pulled out as he unwrapped your legs from his waist as he slowly brought your body down.

You felt as his hands once again came down to your skirt pulling it down rather than up this time, as a small smile was now on his lips.

You looked at him, hand on the doorknob ready to leave again.

"Don't avoid me (Y/N)" he said causing you to giggle as you left.

Once your were on the other side of the door your slumped your back against it, letting out a sigh as a smile of happiness spread across your face at what had just occurred. You reveled in your happiness until your head a noise coming from the other end of the door.

From the other end of the door that you just been fucked against a once stoic Kishibe was celebrating.

"I can't believe I fucked (Y/N). Mahn I hope she speaks to me" he said, as a quiet laugh left your lips at his words.

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Saw you wrote for chainsaw man! In that case, may I request Quanxi and her fiends (if you can, if not Quanxi is just fine) with a female reader where she has to literally knock herself out in battle every time in order to use her devil contract? The devil she has in particular is the nightmare devil, and in order to summon it (could look like whatever horrifying thing you want) she has to literally make herself unconscious. This can either be forcing her to fall asleep mid battle (kind of like Zenitsu) but if there’s too much adrenaline, she’ll literally take a rock or any hard object, and smash her head in order to knock herself out.

Of course, having reader unconscious throughout the entire battle is super dangerous because she’s literally just laying there. So I thought it’d be funny if during battle, Quanxi and her fiends have to protect your sleeping body or play hot potato with you as you fight.

Nightmare Relay

Quanxi and The Fiends x She/ Her Reader

A/N: I love them so much. I wish we got to know more about their day to day and back stories so I could flesh out the characters some more. I loved your hot potato idea. I wish I could have executed it a little better to make it sound as exciting as it looked in my head, but I’m not good at writing fight/ highly choreographic sequences. I gave it my best shot though! Some violence and suggestive themes because it’s Chainsaw Man. Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,262

“This devil is so tedious!” Pingsti sighed resting her head against Quanxi’s shoulder. “I want to go home already!”

“Halloween!” Cosmo seemed to agree, ducking back out of sight of the tantruming devil.

“I know,” Quanxi murmured, mildly annoyed herself.

Did they really have to get out of bed for this? As tiresome as dealing with the Telekinesis Devil was, it should have been someone else’s job. However, the intel was that there might be a piece of the Gun Devil within it, so it only made sense to put the infallible Quanxi and her entourage of girlfriends on the case.

“Does anyone have eyes on (Y/n), Long or Tsugihagi?” She asked, absently studying the sharpness of one of her swords as another earth-rumbling crash nearly swallowing her words.

“Not yet…” Pingsti pouted, her hair swiveled to look over the crumbling wall they were stationed behind, searching for any sign of the other half of their group.

Quanxi hummed in acknowledgment. (Y/n) was probably trying to summon her contracted devil. It would certainly be helpful to have something intangible that the Telekinesis Devil could not blow away by simply looking at it. Hopefully Long and Tsugihagi hadn’t been split up from her so they could assist.

They had gotten separated pretty early on due to the devil’s apparent hatred for city architecture and love for throwing people around in every which direction to watch them splat gruesomely against the walls. Best wishes to whoever’s job it would be to restore any of this mess.

Meanwhile, a couple blocks away, (Y/n) groaned in frustration. Don’t get her wrong, Tsugihagi’s thighs made a wonderful pillow and Long’s gentle stroking of her face felt comforting, but she was very clearly not going to fall asleep on her own with all this chaos going on. Usually, she was pretty good at restricting the amount of sleep she got to make it easier to summon her contracted devil, but after being put through the wringer by her girlfriends the night before, she slept like a baby for several hours.

“Tsugihagi,” she prompted.

The Fiend understood exactly what she was looking for and squeezed down hard on her neck, right over where her carotid arteries laid. The sudden and bruising pressure knocked (Y/n) out almost instantly.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar foggy forest. Spindly tentacles slithered towards her feet from every direction like heat-seeking snakes. They stopped just short of (Y/n), lapping the air near her ankles. Then she heard a noise like a death-rattle, somehow wet yet dry like desert sand and several circular black eyes reminiscent of a spider’s emerged from the fog next, watching her, waiting.

“Hunt.” (Y/n) ordered, stretching her hand outward.

The tentacles quivered faster, excited, they seemed to be if (Y/n) had to guess. The Nightmare Devil seemed oddly canine-like, eager to please, but for a price of course.

Ugh, the nightmares and hallucinations that would plague her for the next several days were going to suck, but hey, devils’ got to eat and this one fed off of fear and paranoia much like any other, just more literally. All in all, it was a small price to pay compared to some of the other possible devil contracts out there. She had her girlfriends to help her through the worst of what would come.

The devil’s eyes receded into the fog, followed by the tentacles, leaving (Y/n) alone once more. Now all she had to do was wait and hope she would wake up after all of this. If the Telekinesis Devil found her body and killed her before Quanxi made the killing blow, she’d have to get used to this bleak purgatory being her eternity.

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“Halloween!” Cosmo alerted, bringing Quanxi and Pingsti’s attention to the thin, worm-like tentacles wiggling between the grates of a nearby storm drain.

“She’s out.” Quanxi confirmed, standing up, “Let’s move.”

The two Fiends followed Quanxi’s lead into the fray, ready to use the assistance of the Nightmare Devil to their advantage.

They heard the Telekinesis Devil squeal unhappily and followed the sound. The tentacles became as thick as jungle vines, but passed harmlessly though their bodies the further in they went.

“Give meee, give meee!” The devil shrilled, various objects and bodies flying around as she tried to find the devil hunter responsible for these ghostly shackles she could not shake. If not for the power the piece of the Gun Devil gave her, she wouldn’t be strong enough to move.

When the devil finally found (Y/n) laying in a nearby alley, locking onto her form in Tsugihagi’s arms. When Tsugihagi felt (Y/n) begin to be tugged away from her, she swiftly shoved her into Long’s arms and blocked them from view as Long ran off with (Y/n) in her arms.

“Oouuuut of myyyy wayyyyyy!” The devil warbled. She could not manipulate what she could not see! All she wanted was to snap that human’s neck and rid herself of this annoying devil!

She mentally took hold of Tsugihagi and slammed her against the brick wall, fighting against the constricting tentacles to follow where Long had gone.

Thankfully, being a Fiend, Tsugihagi could handle a little rough treatment without any long lasting effects. She slowly began to free herself from the brick wall she had been embedded in and met Quanxi’s eye as she came into view with Pingsti and Cosmo from across the street. She tilted her head in the direction Long had taken (Y/n) and Quanxi nodded in understanding.

They were going to have to kill this devil while tossing (Y/n) betwixt them. Not an unusual occurrence, but again, it could be a tedious affair and they would all much rather be in bed with a bunch of takeout right about now.

“Pingsti, Cosmo, assist Long, please.” Quanxi asked, twirling her swords in her hands.

“Happily!”

“Halloween!”

The two Fiends rushed away and Quanxi helped Tsugihagi the rest of the way out of the wall.

“Come with me.”

Tsugihagi didn’t need to be asked twice. Someone always needed to be available to pull Quanxi’s arrow if need be, though it probably wouldn’t be necessary here. Together they ran after the retreating devil, slowed considerably by the Nightmare Devil’s tentacles.

Long was steadfast as she ran. Ducking behind everything dumpster and turning down every alley in the maze-like debris. As she screeched around yet another corner, she felt a tap against her shoulder and turned to find Pingsti smiling at her, arms ready to receive the precious cargo.

Long carefully deposited (Y/n) in Pingsti’s arms before dragging a corpse from the rubble to use as a decoy. With a final nod, she continued on while Pingsti hid with (Y/n), her hair nuzzling the sleeping woman as she waited for the devil to stalk past their hiding spot to continue pursuing Long.

Unfortunately, the corpse she had been holding had been quite thoroughly crushed and the jostling from her running caused its head to flop off.

“Uh oh…” Pingsti quietly sing-songed as the devil quickly lost interest in Long and began back tracking.

Pingsti tried to slink away with (Y/n), but her foot kicked up some loose gravel and the devil’s head swiveled in her direction. The Nightmare Devil’s snare was becoming more encumbering by the minute, but the Telekinesis Devil had them in her sights now, quickly she took hold of Pingsti in an attempt to get a two for one, but Pingsti pressed a chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek and tossed her away.

“Eep! Cosmo, it’s all you!” Pingsti called, struggling in the devil’s supernatural hold before being carelessly thrown through the air as Long ran after her to ensure a safer descent.

Cosmo jumped from a nearby dilapidated building, springing into action. She could see Quanxi readying herself for a clean maneuver that would surely take the devil back to hell. She shuddered at the thought of that awful place and scooped (Y/n) up, darting away.

The devil screamed in anger, trying to tear at the constricting tentacles only to have them slip through her fingers like mist. She. Would. Not. Lose. Not like this. Not when she had just acquired a piece of the Gun Devil! She was stronger now and she would prove it!

“H-Halloween?” Cosmo gulped as her feet suddenly rocketed away from the ground. She held on to (Y/n) for dear life as the ground grew further and further away.

“Die!” The devil cackled, sending them rocketing back towards the ground at such an intense velocity, that it would certainly cause them to splatter into an unrecognizable puddle.

The devil watched with glee, all too absorbed in her cruelty to notice the disruption of air behind her until it was much too late.

“Don’t!” She warned uselessly, trying to twist out of the way of the imminent strike, but the Nightmare Devil held fast, giving Quanxi just the opening she needed to slice the Telekinetic Devil to ribbons.

Long and Pingsti had regrouped with Quanxi and Tsugihagi during the chaos. The three Fiends jumped and scaled over the crumbling buildings, trying to reach Cosmo and (Y/n) and adjust their trajectory before the ‘splat’ could occur.

Even as Quanxi carved the Telekinesis Devil up, the devil still tried to stop the Fiends from saving the two women still falling from the sky.

Whenever someone tried to make a jump for them to change their trajectory, the devil pushed them away with an array of mental gymnastics. Even if she was going back to hell today, she wanted to at least take one more human with her.

The Nightmare Devil was flinging around her chopped-up body parts like a giddy toddler and she was nearly out of blood, but the Fiend and the human were nearly ready to violently kiss the ground. She would get her wish—

“Ah!?”

The devil blinked sluggishly and Quanxi had seemingly manifested below her speedily falling lovers. Had she been a normal human, she’d probably end up just as dead trying to catch them like this, but she hadn’t quite been normal for some time now.

Quanxi reached up and caught the pair in her arms, spinning with the force of it all. She had hooked her arms behind Cosmo’s back and knees, while in Cosmo’s arms, hugged tightly, (Y/n) still slept, oblivious to the world.

“Halloween.” Cosmo sighed, relieved, nuzzling Quanxi’s bicep.

Quanxi smiled a small, yet no less adoring smile.

“Damn youuuuu…” The Telekinesis Devil cursed with her final breath, then stilled.

The Nightmare Devil grew bored of its no longer wriggling toy and slowly, the tentacles slithered back into the sewers.

“Look, Quanxi!” Pingsti cheered, pressing up against the devil hunter’s back. She presented a small, metallic, fleshy ball. “Look at what the Nightmare Devil rolled to me! A piece of the Gun Devil was here after all!”

“Good job.”

Not wanting to be left out, Long and Tsugihagi joined the impromptu hug, albeit a bit awkwardly, but they were all rather odd and loved all the same.

“Let’s get our money for this so we can go home.” Quanxi murmured, letting her fiends hang off of her as she walked away from the carnage, (Y/n) still sleeping in her arms.

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(Y/n) awoke with a scream clawing at her throat. Her body coated in sweat and hands all around. She threw a fist up, but it was easily caught in a calloused hand and her other hand was quickly pinned back as well. He legs wouldn’t move either, an unidentifiable weight on each thigh and her chest.

“The Nightmare Devil was just visiting. You’re okay.”

(Y/n)’s eyes shot to the side and when she saw Quanxi in the soft glow of their bedroom, she managed to untense just a little.

“So we… we didn’t fail the job? Everyone is still alive?” Everyone only referring to the people she cared about, of course. The Nightmare Devil really knew how to mess with her head.

“All accounted for, cutie!” Pingsti cheerfully shared, nuzzling her face against (Y/n)’s hand.

(Y/n) moved her head in an attempt to adjust her position and found one of Long’s horns resting against her throat, looking further down, she saw Tsugihagi and Cosmo perched on either leg.

What a relief.

(Y/n) groaned, Quanxi let her slip her hand out of hers to rub at her face.

“No matter how many times I do this, it feels so real every time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to watch you all die.”

“Halloween.” Cosmo pouted, falling over Long to rest on top of (Y/n) as well, the warmth of her brain radiating near (Y/n)’s cheek.

Tsugihagi stared, unblinking, before slowly descending upon the pile as well and Pingsti, not one to be left out, curled up by (Y/n)’s head with her hand still clutched to her chest.

The warmth and weight of the Fiends was so sweet and comforting, (Y/n) could feel sleep beckoning her once more, but then a firm fingers grasped her jaw and she opened her eyes to see Quanxi hovering over her.

“You only just woke up, don’t go back to sleep. Especially when the Nightmare Devil isn’t through with you yet.”

“Mmm, but I’m tired.” Those nightmares could be so draining…

Quanxi’s eye lit up and a small, sly smirk formed across her face and the Fiends seemed to pick up on her energy and perked up.

“If you think you’re tired now, I can’t wait to see how tired you’ll be in a couple hours.”

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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), Gojo's behavior towards the reader is bad, the reader is 16 years old in current events, kiss (very simple)-

• JUJUTSUKAISEN ━≫ Akutame Gege

• THE SILENT VOWS ━≫ Quanxi

• COVER CREDIT ━≫ _3aem

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-Y/N's Point of View-

-The year (in 2012)

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-In the preparation room of the Hirano estate, the air was thick with anticipation. The chamber was adorned with delicate cherry blossom decorations, their soft pink hues contrasting with the deep crimson and gold silks that draped the walls. The fragrance of the blossoms mingled with the scent of incense, creating an atmosphere both serene and suffocating.

-Y/N sat in front of a large mirror, her bright green eyes reflecting back a woman she barely recognized. Her sun-kissed hair had been intricately styled, pinned up with delicate hairpieces that glittered like stars. Light orange freckles dusted her cheeks, barely visible under the layers of makeup being applied by her bridesmaid, Hana.

-Hana carefully applied makeup to Y/N's face, the brushes moving with precision and care. Hana was a close friend, one of the few people who knew Y/N's true feelings about the impending marriage. As she worked, she tried to offer comfort through light conversation.

-"You're going to look so beautiful, Y/N,"

-Hana said, her voice soothing.

-"Just remember to breathe and stay calm. Everything will be fine."

-Y/N managed a small smile.

-"Thank you, Hana. I just wish I felt as calm as you sound."

-Hana paused, meeting Y/N's gaze in the mirror.

-"It's normal to feel nervous. This is a big day, but you're strong. You've always been strong."

-Y/N sighed softly.

-"Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be strong all the time. Sometimes I wish I could just... be myself."

-Hana's hands stilled for a moment, her expression sympathetic.

-"I know. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here with you, and so are many others who care about you."

-Before Y/N could respond, the door to the preparation room slid open. Lady Hirano entered with her usual air of authority, her kimono a masterpiece of traditional elegance, its patterns echoing the legacy of the Hirano clan. Her golden-yellow hair was styled meticulously, and her dark lipstick emphasized the sharpness of her features.

-Lady Hirano's gaze swept over her daughter, taking in the sight of Y/N in her wedding kimono — a deep red garment adorned with intricate gold embroidery.

-"You look presentable,"

-Lady Hirano said, her tone as cold as ever.

-"Remember, today is not just about you. This marriage is a pact that binds our clans. You must be polite and obedient to Gojo Satoru. Do not forget your place."

-Y/N's eyes dropped to the floor.

-"Yes, mother,"

-She replied softly.

-Lady Hirano stepped closer, adjusting a strand of Y/N's hair.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers. Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan. This is your destiny, Y/N. Do not disappoint us."

-The same words...always said. As her mother turned to leave, Y/N looked at her reflection once more. The woman in the mirror seemed like a stranger, a doll dressed for display rather than a bride. Inside, a turmoil of emotions roiled, but she knew she had no choice. She would fulfill her duty, as she had been taught.

-Hana resumed her work, her movements gentle and reassuring.

-"You know,"

-She said softly,

-"it's okay to feel scared. It's okay to have doubts. But I believe in you, Y/N. You're going to get through this, one step at a time."

-Y/N nodded, her heart heavy.

-"I hope you're right, Hana. I just wish... I wish things could be different."

-Hana offered a small, sad smile.

"We all do. But sometimes, we have to make the best of the hand we're dealt. And who knows? Maybe this marriage won't be as bad as you think."

-Y/N's lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained somber.

-"Maybe. But it's hard to believe that when I barely know him. All I've heard are rumors."

-Hana finished applying the last touches of makeup and stepped back to admire her work.

-"There,"

-she said with satisfaction.

-"You look perfect."

-Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

-"Thank you, Hana. I don't know what I'd do without you."

-Hana squeezed her shoulder gently.

-"You'll never have to find out. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

-As Y/N stood up and adjusted her kimono, the weight of the fabric seemed to mirror the weight of her responsibilities. She glanced once more at her reflection, seeing not herself, but the image of what she was expected to be — a perfect bride, a dutiful daughter, a vessel for her clan's future.

Her heart ached with the knowledge that her own desires and dreams were secondary to the needs of her family. But she pushed those feelings aside, determined to face the day with grace and composure.

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-Meanwhile, at the Gojo headquarters, Gojo Satoru lay sprawled on his futon, the early morning sunlight filtering through his apartment window. His white hair was disheveled, his eyes half-closed from sleep. He was wearing only short shorts, revealing his slim, muscular body and long legs. His best friend, Suguru Geto, stood over him, shaking his shoulder gently.

-"Satoru, wake up,"

-Suguru urged firmly.

-"You're late. The ceremony starts in an hour."

-Gojo groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up slowly.

-"I can't believe this is happening,"

-He muttered softly.

-Suguru sighed, handing him a formal kimono.

-"You can't attend in your usual clothes. You need to follow tradition and wear this."

-Gojo glanced at the kimono with disdain.

-"I'm not a fan of these old customs, Suguru."

-Suguru's expression softened.

"I know, but this is important. You have to show respect, even if you don't agree with it. Just for today."

-Gojo sighed in resignation, gritting his teeth as he took the kimono and began to dress. As he tied the obi, Suguru continued to offer advice.

-"As I told you, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into this harsh reality, Show her some kindness, As you know I think the rumors have already reached her, I'm not asking you to stop meeting other women, but at least try to hide it"

-Gojo made a sarcastic face, running a hand through his hair to tidy it.

"Suguru, you're becoming annoying,"

-He retorted, tightening his jaw.

-"As I said, I'll try."

-Suguru nodded, a small, annoying smile on his lips.

-"Alright, husband,"

-He emphasized the last word.

-Gojo glared at him, frowning slightly. He sat on the futon, trying to gather his thoughts.

-"Do you know anything about her? About Y/N?"

-Suguru sighed, sitting next to Gojo.

-"I've heard a few things. She's a quiet girl, obedient to her family. But inside, I think she feels the same pressure you do."

-Gojo looked at Suguru, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

-"Do you think she's strong enough to handle all this? I don't want to be stuck with a whiny kid, I already have one (megumi)"

-Suguru smiled gently.

-"I think she has the strength, but she needs your support. Don't be harsh on her, Satoru. Give her a chance."

-Gojo nodded slowly, as if absorbing Suguru's words.

-"I'll try. But you know me, Suguru. These things aren't easy for me."

-Suguru laughed softly.

-"I know, but you're the best at handling tough situations. Just be yourself, but a kinder version."

-Gojo finally stood up, now looking more formal in the kimono, exuding an aura of confidence and nonchalance.

-"Alright, let's go then. Let's get this over with."

-Suguru followed him, muttering to himself.

-"I just hope things are easier than we think."

-As they left the room, Gojo walked through the corridors of the headquarters, his hair now neatly styled. When they arrived at the ceremonial hall, it was adorned with exquisite decorations and rich colors. Gojo felt the weight of the moment but kept his face calm and confident as usual.

-Suguru stood beside him, whispering softly.

-"Remember, Satoru. Today is the beginning. You don't have to solve everything now, but you need to start on the right foot."

-Gojo nodded, his face now showing a serene expression.

-"I'll do my best, Suguru. As you know... you're always by my side."

-Suguru smiled, gently patting Gojo's shoulder.

"Always, my friend. Always."

-They entered the hall, where everyone was waiting for them. Gojo knew all eyes were on him, especially those of the elders who harbored pure disdain for him, but he didn't care. He knew what he had to do. He had always been strong and still was the strongest.

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The Wedding Ceremony

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-The shrine where the ceremony was to take place was a beautiful, traditional setting, surrounded by ancient trees and adorned with lanterns that cast a soft glow. The air was filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle murmur of the assembled guests. Y/N, her heart pounding, stood just outside, gathering her thoughts. The weight of the kimono and the expectations pressed heavily on her shoulders.

-"I will do what I have learned,"

-She murmured to herself, trying to steady her nerves.

-As the doors opened, Y/N walked slowly towards the shrine. The pathway was lined with cherry blossom petals, their delicate scent filling the air. She could see Gojo Satoru standing at the front, next to the priest. He was dressed in a traditional black and white kimono, his white hair stark against the dark fabric, his eyes covered by black glasses.

-He looked as handsome as she remembered, but there was an aura of annoyance about him. Y/N's steps faltered slightly, but she forced herself to continue. She approached the shrine and took her place beside him.

-Gojo watched as Y/N approached, his annoyance barely concealed. She was dressed in a beautiful kimono, her sun-kissed hair neatly arranged, her red lips and green eyes a stark contrast to her pale face. She kept her head bowed, a picture of obedience and duty.

-"She's still so young,"

-Gojo thought, a pang of guilt mixing with his irritation.

-"Too young for this."

-Gojo glanced at her briefly, he tries to follow Suguru's advice and hide his annoyance .

-"You look...nice,"

-He said, his tone lacking enthusiasm but not unkind.

-"Thank you, gojo-sama"

-Y/N replied softly, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the guests.

-The priest began to recite the traditional vows, his voice a calming presence amidst the tension. As he spoke, Y/N's mind drifted. She stole glances at Gojo, wondering what he was thinking. His expression remained neutral, betraying nothing.

-When it was time for the exchange of sake, Y/N's hands trembled slightly as she poured the sacred liquid. Gojo's steady hand took the cup from her, their fingers brushing momentarily. There was a brief, unexpected warmth in his touch that sent a shiver down her spine.

-As the ceremony progressed, the priest's words about unity and mutual respect echoed in Y/N's mind. She wondered if they could ever find common ground, given the circumstances.

-"Do you accept this union?"

-The priest asked, looking at Gojo first.

-Gojo nodded, his voice clear

-"I do."

-The priest then turned to Y/N.

-"Do you accept this union?"

-Y/N hesitated for a heartbeat, before she meets her mother's gaze...and her eyes are piercing...her gaze was enough to make her feel fear inside , nods quickly.

-"I do,"

-She said, her voice steady despite the fear inside her.

-the ceremony reached the part where vows are exchanged, the priest stood solemnly before Y/N and Gojo, his voice calm and authoritative. He began to recite the traditional promises, each line a binding commitment that Y/N and Gojo would repeat after him.

-"Repeat after me,"

-The priest instructed, looking first at Gojo and then at Y/N.

-The Priest:

*"In sickness and in health,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In sickness and in health,"

-The Priest:

*"In joy and in sorrow,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In joy and in sorrow,"

-The Priest:

*"In wealth and in poverty,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In wealth and in poverty,"

-The Priest:

*"I promise to stand by your side,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"I promise to stand by your side,"

-The Priest:

*"To support and cherish you,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"To support and cherish you,"

-The Priest:

*"To love and respect you,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"To love and respect you,"

-The Priest:

*"From this day forward,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"From this day forward,"

-The Priest:

*"Until death do us part."

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"Until death do us part."

-With each vow, the weight of the promises they were making became more palpable. As the final words were spoken, there was a moment of silence, allowing the significance of their commitments to sink in. The priest then nodded, signaling the completion of this sacred exchange.

-The priest looked at them both, a small, approving smile on his face.

-"You may now kiss the bride,"

-He announced.

-Gojo glanced at Y/N, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer to her, placing a hand gently on her waist. Bending down to her height, he gave her a quick kiss, their lips barely touching. It was a brief, almost perfunctory gesture, but it still sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. Gojo pulled away, his face returning to its usual composed demeanor.

-The guests, who had been watching intently, clapped politely, the sound echoing softly through the shrine. Y/N felt a whirlwind of emotions – relief, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of duty.

-As the ceremony concluded, Y/N and Gojo turned to face their families and guests, now united in a bond that was as much about politics and tradition as it was about personal connection.

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After the Ceremony

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-The ceremony was over, and Y/N found herself following Gojo towards the car waiting for them. She kept four steps behind him, her heart still pounding from the weight of the day's events. The path was lined with well-wishers and family members, their faces a blur as she focused on keeping her composure.

-When they reached the car, Gojo got inside without a second glance at her. He seemed upset, his face a mask of irritation. Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of hurt, but the driver quickly stepped forward and opened the door for her.

-"Thank you,"

-She murmured to the driver before getting into the car.

-She sat down, noticing that Gojo had put a noticeable distance between them, staying on the other side while looking out the window. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, a stark contrast to the composed and confident man she had seen at the ceremony.

-Had she done something wrong? Y/N wondered to herself, her mind racing with uncertainty. The silence in the car was almost suffocating, the only sound the hum of the engine.

-Gojo, seemingly oblivious to her presence, pulled out his phone and began typing. A small smile played on his lips as he responded to a message he received. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, feeling a mix of curiosity and sadness.

-She remained calm, as she always did, sitting quietly in her seat. The distance between them felt more than just physical, As the car drove away from the shrine, taking them towards their new life together, to his apartment, the silence prevailed, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

-As she remembered, it was nothing new, he had always acted like this towards her, but the moment he complimented her when she walked up to him, she thought that maybe...maybe this would work, maybe Hana was right, But it seems that she was wrong, she raised her expectations too much, It was just for show, and now she is shocked by reality, the strange man sitting next to her is her husband, and the one with whom she will remain stuck for her whole life.

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-Author's Note: I've penned down 12,320 letters, and my hand begs forgiveness! how has the second chapter? Is there anything more you'd like to uncover in the upcoming chapters? I cherish narrating your thoughts (I pore over all your comments) this marks my debut in publishing stories, though I've been writing for years, this is a first, please forgive any errors that slip through, well, I've babbled on enough, wishing you all a wonderful day!

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To be continued...