#vampire geto x human gojo

[murdamour]

I also have these old and raw pieces of my vampire-au obsession (don’t judge, I consider this acc to be a safe space)

personally I prefer vampire Geto x human Gojo setting but back then I tried things

(I still love it anyway)

[teddybeartoji]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ARII WE ARE MEANT TO BE

a pillow fort with a cat plushie........ ari you're killing me you're so cute

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LITERALLY GOT SOOOOO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOUR ANSWER HEHEHEHEH I LOVE UQUIZZES SM

solder, poet, king - everything is so prince!gojo and knight!reader i feel like i am truly losing it (in the best possible way) AND OUR ANSWERS TOOOOOOOOO FUCK "the world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will." incredibly prince!gojo coded what the actual fuck i can see the vision very clearly whewwww

(i put my answers here bc maybe u wanna know what they said too hehe)

the soldier - "there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword he will tear your city down" righteousness. strength. violence. you see a door and break through it. you wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. remember: love is passion too. you made your own rules and will follow them to death. you try and forget that there is only one rule, and that is "FIGHT". you are tired of fighting. you try to forget that, too, and keep going. you dream of quiet. your love is where you heal. god knows you deserve to.

violent - harsh words and cold glares. painful in the way that your heart burns but can never seem to seek for something better. it is the way you would walk through glass to see a smile, or claw at your own arms just to satisfy another, give and never take for the guilt that comes with wanting is suffocating. emotionally draining and a forever ache that you can't escape.

ARI AND MICKEY WITH SOFT AND VIOLENT LOVE ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMM i'm so giddy it's so cool and i feel like that gives such a good insight to our little prince n knight universes too aaaaaaaaaaaaaa "familiar huffs of laughter" vs "you'd walk through glass to see a smile" BRO

and the ones you sent me!!!!!!!!!!! SO GOOD I LIKED THEM A LOT (please if u find any more do send me!!!!!!! i wanna do them with u) these were crazy though but just like u, i did resonate with them.... a lot.............. i think it's funny how just before i got the "violent" answer and now this "you're spring flowers" maybe i'm just waiting to bloom, hm? and hello "maybe they'll make great ard about the spectacular way in which you burned" :DDDDDDDDDD why am i getting a soul read please please please let me rest (i'm twinning with my little knight)

JJK GIRLFRIEND AND BOYFRIEND YAYYYYY (the knight and princess option in the gf version...................... did they know we were coming orrr?????) heheheheh this were so cute though utahime is so kiss kiss kiss i wanna boop her nose and make her blush and oh? what's this? satoru gojo you say? hm? who would've guessed........ GOJOOOOOOO NATION LET'S GOOOO literally tek it started playing when i was taking it a match made in heaven i think

and as it happens - i do have another one just for you my beloved!!

what form of love do you embody?

"what are we made of but hunger and rage?" like they're actually out to get me ari please i need saving (omfg i love this quiz sm)

OKAY LOOK I'M SORRY I KEPT DOING THE STUPID QUIZZES AND I FOUND ANOTHER REALLY COOL ONE AND I JUST IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU (i'm moving into your inbox i live here now) no but fr i thought it was so cool and their poem lines were so fcking good???????????? woww

i got violent; "it is the way you would walk through glass to see a smile"; "give and never take for the guilt that comes with wanting is suffocating" THIS QUIZMASTER IS COMING FOR ME a bit life-changing quotes though i hope this person is having such a good day omfg

https://uquiz.com/quiz/evn4G3?p=6133991

- @softgirlgonehaywire

NEVER APOLOGIZE MICKEY I LOVE UQUIZZES LIKE I LOVE NOTHING ELSE ON THIS PLANET its literally my love language u know the way to my heart <3333 FEEL FREE TO MOVE IN i will make my inbox cozy just for u. i can leave a pillow fort in the corner. a cat plushie . make urself at home <33

BUT okok ive done the soldier/poet/king quiz before bUT i did it again (and realized how ihtctaot coded it is that kinda stung huh) and!! i got :D

… the king!! hehe. dare i say prince!gojo coded.. u see the vision i know i can trust u. ”you are tired of being steady” ohhhh they are coming for our LIVES mickey………

AND AND ANDDD the other quiz was soso lovely i adored it!! i loovveeee quizzes w lots of pinterest image / song lyric questions they r my favorite ever <33 THIS RESULT WAS SO CUTE TOO WAHH (AND THE WAY WE GOT VIOLENT/SOFT…. the ari/mickey parallels r once again unparalleled)

THAT WAS SO FUN TYSM MICKEYY… if u have any more quizzes at any point PLEASE break in i lovelovelove taking uquizzes ppl send me and also forcing other ppl to take uquizzes i like!!

… so ofc i had to return the favor:

what are you to your friends?

what highly specific emotion are you?

i hunted down two of my fave quizzes <3 hope u enjoy them hehe. i think theyre so fun n wellwritten. these were my results!! (i resonated a lot w them tbh….) i wanna know urs so bad too!!!!!

(AND ALSO just as a side thing. if u r interested here are my top recs for jjk bf and gf quizzes <33 i got shoko and gojo life is good i think the results r soso cute and real)

[moonlightpetalz6]

Kinktober 2023 List!

Hello, Hello! This is my first time doing Kinktober, but I thought it would be fun and wanted to try it! (Please be nice; I'm fragile) Anyway, here is the list that I decided to go with! I hope it looks okay. (Idk why I'm so nervous to post this)

Side Note: All of these will of course come with warnings for the content written!

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Sebastian (Stardew Valley) X reader -Praise Kink 

Yuma Mukami (Diabolik Lovers) X reader -Vampire 

Tetsurō Kuroo (Haikyuu) X reader -Punishment 

Dio Brando (JJBA) X Virgin reader -stygiophilia

Belphegor (Obey Me) X reader -Somnophilia 

Sekido (Demon Slayer) X reader -electrostimulation 

Choso (JJK) X reader -Blood kink

Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece) X reader -Food play 

Dad Mammon (Obey Me) X mom reader -Lactation 

Original Ryomen Sukuna (JJK) X Witch reader 

Megumi Fushiguro (JJK) X reader -Wax play 

Demon Kyōjurō Rengoku  (Demon Slayer) X reader -Breeding 

Leonidas (Record of Ragnarok) X reader -Size kink 

Raihan X reader x Leon (Pokemon) -Cuckolding 

Satoru Gojo (JJK) X reader -Phone sex 

Switch Goku (Dragon Ball) X switch reader - Marking 

Vegeta (Dragon Ball) X reader - Dacryphelia 

Ryota Kise (KNB) X reader - katoptronophilia

Smoker (One Piece) X pirate reader -Nebulophilia 

Taiju Shiba (Tokyo Revengers) X reader -corruption kink

Dragon Natsu Dragneel X reader x Dragon Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail) 

Camboy Suguru Geto (JJK) X Camgirl reader - Edging 

Poseidon (Record of Ragnarok) X reader -Humiliation 

Kento Nanami (JJK) X reader -Pet play

Hotaru Haganezuka (Demon Slayer) X reader -Aphrodisiac 

Shunsui Kyōraku (Bleach) X reader -Blackmail 

Toji Fushiguro (JJK) X reader -Fingering 

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach) X bunny espada reader -Primal play 

Loki (Record of Ragnarok) X human reader -Degradation 

Karaku (Demon Slayer) X human reader -Overstimulation 

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) X reader -Pegging 

[sassypossum]

Lingering In Perdition

Incubus!Gojo x Dhampir!Reader x Incubus!Geto,

@nanamiscocksleeve ty for having me in the event!!!

CW: Smut, Rimming, Frottage, Mastrubation, MDNI, 18+, Threesome

You’d noticed the lingering looks between your two lovers all evening. The way they’d each been eyeing you in your dress that kept riding up your thighs in that teasing manner. The touches to your ass that lingered just a moment too long.

You weren’t stupid, and it couldn’t just be the wine, so why did it still surprise you when Geto rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered in that tantalizingly smooth voice - “Wanna get out of here?”

A shiver had coiled down your spine as you’d nodded shyly, still overwhelmed by the attention these two powerful beings seemed bent on paying you. The transition from human to dhampir had been daunting to say the least, and you were not only still coming to terms with your changing biology - but also to the secret world that had slowly begun to be unveiled to you. 

Incubi, Succubi, Vampires, Werewolves, Faeries, Changelings, Dogmen, Warlocks - dhampirs… the list was long and ever growing with each passing day. If you paused too long to think about it, your head would start spinning more than it already was. 

The lingering heat of the club spilled out into the night air as you staggered from the crowded space with your lovers. Gojo supported your stumbling weight with an arm braced about your waist, while Geto followed after with your coat. 

The touches grew from gentle and helpful to insistent and needy as you climbed into the back of Gojo’s stretch limo. You sat sprawled across Geto’s lap, coat abandoned, as you exchanged frenzied kisses. Gojo climbed in from the other side, quickly increasing the heat in the confined space as his lips sucked a trail of fire down the side of Geto’s neck. 

It was growing to be an annoyingly common habit of late, but you still struggled to understand what force had brought these two powerful men into your life. More often than not you didn’t have time to stop and ponder this question, as whenever self-doubt crept in, either one, or preferably both of your lovers would have you bent over the nearest surface, fucking the doubt out of you. Elsewise you’d find yourself perched atop a face, tongue and lips eager to dispel you of such ‘silly’ notions as ‘unworthiness’. 

Not enough, unworthy, less than. Such words couldn’t be found in the Incubi dictionary. Long labeled ‘sons of perdition’, creatures of myth such as Gojo and Geto had stopped trying to reason with their existence long ago, preferring rather to accept the reality that they simply were and move on. 

It was this very strength of self that you’d come to rely on in the past six months since your transition, and at this point, you couldn’t imagine giving that up. Luckily neither man seemed in any sort of hurry to let you go anywhere. Truth be told, neither had they any intention of allowing you to leave even if you desired it - so strong was your hold on them, and they on you. 

Much like the triangle of pleasure spilling out of the limo and staggering back into your flat, the three of you had formed something of a loop. Each was as important as the other, and without one, the others would falter and burn.

Gojo’s tale switched off the light hastily as he pushed you insistently towards the bedroom. Clothes were shredded and clawed away in a mad fury until the three of you were stark as the day you came into this world. Such a thought, however, was far from poignant at such a time though as you lay amidst a mountain of pillows, watching your lovers pleasure each other. 

Sliding your fingers through your wetness, you felt your breath hitch as your index finger circled your clit with a feather light touch. Eyes fluttering, you struggled to keep your eyes on the utterly intoxicating scene before you. 

Gojo had taken his and Geto’s cocks in hand, stroking them gently as he explored his lover’s mouth with an almost inquisitive hunger, tongue stroking into Geto’s mouth as though it were the first time they’d kissed. Your eyes followed Geto’s tail as it wrapped around Gojo’s calf, pulling him impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss. 

Circling your clit faster, you found your fluttering entrance and slid a finger in easily. Savoring the deep groans of pleasure being exchanged between the two men, you finally allowed yourself to sink fully back into the sheets. Head thrown back, your eyes fluttered shut. 

At a faint whimper from you, Geto’s attention was pulled towards you. His eyes lingered on your prone form as Gojo sucked a dark mark along his rapidly beating pulse. As Gojo’s thumb swiped across the tender tip of his cock, Geto sucked in a shaky breath, his tail tightening instinctively around Gojo. 

“Satoru.” Geto murmured thickly, eyes trained on you. Gojo’s hand slowed but didn’t stop its agoning strokes as he registered Geto’s voice. Following his line of sight, a wolfish grin spread across his face at the sight that lay before him. 

“Will you look at that…” He purred. You lay spread out and arched like an offering of raw lust. Brilliant azure eyes trailed down your form, taking in everything from the arch of your back, the perk of your breasts, to the way your fingers moved in and out of your cunt in a teasing fashion. Humming in approval, Gojo felt his cock twitch against Geto’s, drawing a hiss from his counterpart. 

You mewed first one man’s name then the other, as you drew close to climax. Just as you were on the precipice of pleasure, you felt the familiar strength of a tail winding itself around your wrist. A whine of protest escaped your lips as your hand was pulled from your cunt. 

Shushing you gently, Geto settled on top of you, tail easily restraining your hand above your head. Tutting at your pretty pout, he leaned down and caught your lips easily with his own, coaxing you into an increasingly headier kiss. 

Your head began to float away as you felt your blood catch fire. Your heart beat rushed to nestle between your legs as your other lover busied himself with stroking your hardened pearl with lithe fingers. 

“So beautiful.” Gojo purred, fingers petting along your silken folds tenderly. You couldn’t be sure whether his praise was in reference to your pussy or Geto’s ass, but it didn’t really seem to matter as he paid equal attention to both offerings on display to him. 

Geto groaned Gojo’s name as he felt the wet prod of tongue against his puckered hole. Gojo wasted no time on ceremony, eagerly lapping at the edges of his lover’s entrance. Another mew escaped your lips on a wispy breath as Gojo’s fingers circled your clit in time with his tongue’s motions at Geto’s hole. Burying his face between Geto’s cheeks, Gojo slid two fingers between your walls, groaning at your tightness as you clenched involuntarily about his digits. 

Your hands busied themselves with Geto’s aching cock as the three of you fell into a frenzy of passion and pleasure, each seeking to bring the others to the brink of utter bliss. Geto’s lips drifted down the side of your neck leaving a trail of wet heat as his attentions grew sloppier and more insistent as he rocked back and forth, caught between the pleasure of your skilled fingers stroking his cock and Gojo’s equally talented tongue at his rear. 

It seemed you weren’t fairing much better as Geto’s fingers plucked and massaged at your breasts, paying special attention to your hardened nipples. Paired with Gojo’s incessant ministrations on your fluttering pussy, you found yourself giving way to the moans and whimperings of your loves names as you floated closer and closer to the edge of release. 

As if moving in sync, you writhed and sparked as one, spiraling ever closer towards the cliffs of climax. With a breathy groan, you were the first to topple into the purple haze of bliss, quickly followed by Geto who came with an almost desperate groan, spilling rope after rope of silky seed on your stomach and lower breasts. 

Gojo didn’t pull back until the both of you lay spent, Geto’s face buried in the crook of your neck as you kissed his hair, chest rising and falling in a shallow attempt to catch your breath. Leaning back, Gojo propped himself on his elbow and watched the two of you with lazy pride. 

He had done that. Left the two of you, his loves, breathless and utterly wrecked. Pressing a lingering kiss to your pulse, Geto’s eyes turned towards Gojo in time with yours. The tow-headed demon felt a shiver run down his spine at the feral hunger that practically bled out from the two of you. 

The evening wouldn’t conclude until he was as utterly spent as the two of you, and frankly, Gojo was just masochistic enough to be delighted.

[lilacxquartz]

my fanfic master list

hi — i’m lilac_quartz on ao3, i write mostly dark yandere but i also write a lot of other stuff in between. a lot of the content i post is nsfw. dark content is appropriately warned both in the list and in the post.

wanna read a series on tumblr? check out my chapter directory.

attack on titan

levi ackerman:

bitter tea leaves — dark abduction story, split pov, noncon warning

a brew so bitter — rewrite of the above, one sided pov, noncon warning

the walls of delusion — non explicit yandere

glimpses of shadows — abduction story with levi, noncon warning

power imbalance — you violated the dress code again, one shot, dubcon warning

vinland saga

askeladd:

forged through iron — adventure story set in vinland saga where you find freedom with askeladd, violence warning because vikings

jujutsu kaisen

choso:

bleed into me — a vampire finds you interesting

to desire — two little smut shorts

blood rush — a vampire sends you in for a time loop nightmare, noncon warning

first impressions — soft yandere choso wants to protect you

blur into you — choso smut

breeding kink — choso smut

shoko ieiri

please, don’t go — yandere shoko is tired of her friends dying, dubcon warning

love bites — shoko smut

so desperate for you — shoko smut

shower — shoko smut

pretty little trinket — while lost at sea following a shipwreck, you are saved by a strange bird-like creature

shoko ieiri & suguru geto:

guided affections — poly smut

satoru gojo:

a deal with a demon — an incubus proposes a deal

blessed with blue — biblically accurate satoru gojo in a mythical world sets his sights on you, warning for noncon and body horror

rivals — satoru gojo gets rid of his rival but also keeps them close, noncon warning

first times — gojo smut

speechless — gojo smut

suguru geto:

blood thicker than honey — geto is into you but you both come from non-sorcerer lineages, a little character study on the what ifs

you leave me so breathless — geto smut

to save a broken soul — geto finds you, a cursed spirit wandering around, his hatred for you is at war with his curiosity for you, noncon warning, violence warning

satoru gojo & suguru geto

those late summer nights (ongoing) — taking a teaching job in tokyo might have ruined your life, yandere geto and gojo fic, warning for noncon

roommates — gojo and geto smut, dubcon warning

free use — gojo and geto smut

on display — geto smut but gojo watches

kenjaku:

sentimental — you woke up with your memories gone and the idea that the geto you used to know, hurt you which makes this impostor all the more confusing. noncon warning

don’t make me feel alive — on the verge of death from an illness that was destroying you, you’re saved by a strange man with stitches on his forehead, noncon warning

betrayal — prison realm yandere imagine

chasing humanity (ongoing) — mundane au, serial killer kenjaku who searches for the meaning of life finds himself burdened with you, romance fic, but also lots of violence

uncanny valley — kenjaku claims they can make anyone see cursed spirits, violence warning, character study fic

medical exam — nurse kenjaku smut

using you — kenjaku smut

giving brain — kenjaku smut with the brain

mahito:

a sight for sore eyes — blinded from an accident, you begin to suspect your boyfriend isn’t actually your boyfriend, yandere mahito fic

seeing triple — mahito smut

hanami:

roots — hanami smut

sukuna:

untouched — uh oh, you’re on the menu. noncon and death warning.

fem!kuna milking — fem!kuna smut

double penetration — sukuna smut

kento nanami:

flustered by you — nanami smut

generalised:

choso’s accidental daycare — choso has a lot of responsibilities but he’s also just one guy, wholesome fic, fluff

board games — unc!kuna has babysitting duty much to his dismay, wholesome fic, fluff

toji fushiguro:

eat you up — toji smut

pregnancy woes — pregnancy fluff

period sex — toji smut

generalised x reader drabbles:

jujutsu kaisen scenario drabbles x reader

lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares (ongoing)

chainsaw man

makima:

obey — makima smut, dubcon warning

pegging — makima smut

death note

L:

voyeurism — unknown to you, a stalker has been watching you all along

mob psycho 100

generalised:

not feline right — the three pick up a job at a haunted cat cafe, wholesome fic, crack and fluff

sousou no frieren

fern & stark:

the fox & the raven — fern tries to practice a spell, stark is the victim, fluff

frieren x himmel:

from the beyond, with love — character study on not losing hope

howl’s moving castle

sophie x howl:

howl’s moving floristry — a short wholesome imagine

stardew valley

maru:

gravity — maru has a unique birthday present for you, fluff, wholesome

haley:

the sun didn’t shine until you came along — despite finding success in the city as a model, life didn’t really click until haley met you

baldur’s gate

lae’zel x shadowheart:

when the stars align — shadowheart reads lae’zel’s future

karlach x shadowheart:

portraits — karlach feels insecure about herself and shadowheart makes her feel like a work of art

shadowheart:

worship you — yandere dark urge reader can’t quite let go of shadowheart

sovereign spaw:

mushrooms — spaw smut

lae’zel:

mirrors — lae’zel smut

silent hill

pyramid head:

trapped — pyramid head smut, noncon warning

gravity falls

bill cipher:

dreams — bill has a hard time letting you go so he teaches you a lesson, noncon warning

homicipher

mr. crawling:

love you, love you, love you — mr. crawling smut

crossovers

noroi: the curse x jujutsu kaisen — requested horror crossover

jjk x rec — found footage imagine with satosugu and shokohime

jjk x from — horror mahito crossover imagine

mob psycho 100 x jujutsu kaisen — gojo finds he has competition with the world’s greatest psychic and it goes exactly as you would expect, humour, fluff, crack fic.

other

sicktember 2024 (jjk general & x reader)

kinktober 2024 (multi fandom)

flufftober 2024 (kenjaku x takaba)

[elysianightsss]

Limerence | Three

C H A P T E R T H R E E

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Chapter Warnings: Omega’s being abused and killed, swearing, scent description, size difference - I’m not sorry Kenjaku is the biggest Alpha here and I’m not willing to argue about it, dark themes, Kenjaku kills someone but what else is new, self deprecation, anxiety attack, pup - yes that’s a warning.

Masterlist | Chapter two | Chapter four

Taglist: @better-imagination-9 @tiredjuniper @jjkz @honeybeeboobaa @cherryblossomdelusion @dependsonthedream @alluresenses @qardasngan @imcamboaf @ondragonhonour @misscaller06

Taglist is open.

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Previously on Limerence:

“I can’t do this!” You screeched hands gripping at your hair in frustration, “why would I of all people be gifted six alphas?!” You cried desperately wanting to know the answer. Gifted. He guesses that’s a good sign, at least you thought of a mate as a gift rather than a curse.

You blink up at both men and realise, your living room has never looked so small, they take up so much space. With just two of them the place is tiny, how’s it going to look with six of them? Your mind bounces around, worry still present and spinning you into a tizzy, yet you practically preen when Kenjaku’s eyes travel over you like he can see underneath your clothes. It makes a tense feeling in the pit of your stomach start to form, a feeling you’re not familiar with.

You suddenly wanted to be wrapped in their strong arms, you note that they both look like the warriors the news makes them out to be. Huge, brawny and very attractive. How were they yours? How were you worthy of this? And how were they going to ever love you when they find out what you did?

The world had changed a lot since 2013, the year werewolfs came into existence. Before they were just made up, thought to only exist in really bad movies paired with an emotionless vampire, that or Reddit forums.

Mass panic ensued with the werewolf epidemic but the world did what it had to and adapted. Around nine months later, Alphas began presenting. And the whole world literally went to shit. Going from humans to werewolves was one thing, everyone’s DNA literally changing yet people adapted. The world was still in the early stages of adaptation when suddenly men’s personalities, needs, desires, the way they think, eat, sleep. All of it, changed by becoming Alphas.

Their instincts were out of control. Being confused and unable to understand what was happening to them. However, trying their best, they continued to live their lives as usual. And as if it was a series of cruel tricks, the last trick was played on mankind, omegas began presenting. Once again things changed.

It had the Alphas going crazy. Omegas were pushed into heats the longer they spent around undated Alphas in an attempt to push out their pheromones so their mates could find them. This only made things worse. Dazed and delusional Omegas coming onto Alphas were beaten black and blue, some were killed. The Alpha’s inner wolves becoming angered by an Omega who wasn’t their mate trying to breed with them, this was left unchecked for far too long until Kento created Jujutsu Incorporated in 2017.

Kento remembers the exact moment he decided he was going to do something about the destruction that had befallen the world. The news was playing on the television, he and his brothers watching intensely as the news anchor reported that in the last week twenty seven Omegas had been abused and fourteen had been killed by unhinged Alphas. Kento ignored the jagged inhale from one of the pink haired men on the other sofa watching too, instead he got up and headed straight to his study. The idea had come to him and he had to write it down, he had to plan.

The company’s main purpose was to train Alphas to hone their werewolf instincts and abilities. For man to create a peaceful bond with beast in order to control them so the abuse of Omegas would be stopped. At first it was only worried parents sending their newly presented aggressive sons to the training compound thinking it was some sort of correctional facility and in a way it was.

Soon grown men decided signing up, then men who had committed crimes against Omegas were court sanctioned to go. Before long it became mandatory for every male who was of age to be sent there and trained. Now every year when Alphas present they are instantly signed up to be sent to Jujutsu Incorporated.

Seven years, fifty two awards, millions given by governments all over the world and some failed attempts from other companies to try and recreate what they made, later, Jujutsu Incorporated saved the world and they are thanked everyday for it.

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While Sukuna and Kenjaku tried to calm you down and reason with you to meet the rest of the pack. Kento, Yuji, Suguru and Satoru were slowly, but surely, loosing it. The longer they were away from their mate after the bond snapped into place, the more aggressive they became. Their body temperatures rising, all their sweet scents turning sour as the stress increased.

Since Kento caught a whiff of your sweet vanilla-cinnamon scent on Sukuna’s clothes, he couldn’t get the sweet smell out of his head. He’d give anything to bury his face in it. It would be so much better than the awful smells surrounding him at this very moment. Baring in mind that on a good day Kento’s scent was usually the sweetest chocolate fudge cake, but with the growing need to have his mate with him not being sated, it had spiked to a burnt over cooked type smell. Yuji’s went from honeyed strawberry milk to wet dog. Suguru’s went from a delightful caramel coffee to rotten food. Satoru’s went from freshly baked cookies to sewers on a hot day.

The office reeked.

Kento felt the tension in the room, worry crawling up his throat as he had the realisation he might have to scruff one or two of his pack mates if they don’t calm down soon. There are several ways that pack alphas can control their packmates, with pheromones is one of them, but scruffing is easily the most effective. Scruffing is distinctly pack alpha behavior. The inherent dominance in one alphas pheromones over another is essential for a pack alpha.

He remembers growing up he was never really the leader type, instead he was rather shy and withdrawn. He didn’t have many friends nor did he wish to make any, much preferring to be alone with a good book. Kento became even more withdrawn when his father died of a heart attack. It was a shock to the system and instead of the brothers banding together to help one another grieve they all mourned alone.

When Kento made the change into a werewolf he loved it, becoming a werewolf only amplified who he already was yet somehow when he discovered his role as packleader he stepped into it like he was born to lead. Kento figured out his role in the pack when Yuji and Satoru were scrapping each other and it got a bit too violent. Without meaning to he used his Alpha tone on the boys and they instantly stopped to obey him. It was strange, the brothers tried to use their own Alpha tones on each other though the experiment had no results. Only Kento could do it.

Another reason Kento loved being a werewolf was that it brought his broken family back together as one. As a pack. They lived together, ate together, trained together, shifted together and ran together as one. It gave him a profound sense of love and happiness that he was able to have his brothers back in his life, though there was always something missing. You.

Kento had to pacify his desire to run out of the room straight to you. He was sick of waiting. His wolf just wanted to bring you to their house and give you everything you could ever want. You would never need to leave the nest he would lovingly watch you build. You would be provided for, protected, and sated, all while you’d have prettiest smile on your face. His wolf chirped happily simply thinking about being in your presence and caring for you. He was eager for you to be here with him.

And as if by magic, the office doors opened Sukuna strolling inside with a shit eating grin on his face, Kenjaku not far behind with the cutest little omega clinging onto the sleeve of his arm. You were here.

It wasn’t the sweet the way you were basically hiding behind his brother that disarmed him, it wasn’t even the way your pretty wide eyes stared up at him with a spec of fear shining in them. But smelling you in person, fuck, breathing in your invigorating scent the way he needed to, letting it swirl around him and leave him feeling hazy and high, all his thoughts disappearing. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

You do have to admit it was a rash decision to come here and meet the rest of the pack, it took a lot of convincing and encouragement by Sukuna and Kenjaku before you hesitantly said yes. And it was very hesitantly. The whole car ride there was silent, Kenjaku sitting in the back with you as Sukuna drove to Jujutsu Incorporated Headquarters. Subconsciously your omega was drifting towards the stoic black haired Alpha. Your Omega knowing that Kenjaku’s wolf was the scariest one out of the two just meant he was the best to protect you. His dominant aura was something you definitely didn’t want to mess with. So when you arrived and you were unsure wether you wanted to get out the car or not, all he had to do was offer his hand and send you a look and you were scrambling out of the car quickly grabbing onto him. He looked down at you letting out a grunt of disapproval when you let go of his large hand but seemed satisfied when you gripped onto the sleeve of his black leather jacket instead. You found yourself looking up at the big Alpha for his approval before you could stop yourself, even when you shook your head at yourself and looked away it was too late. Kenjaku had already grunted out a good pup that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

The praise had you holding onto his jacket the whole walk to the elevator, the whole elevator ride and all the way into the office where you now stood trying to use Kenjaku’s big muscular body to hide from the four new pairs of eyes trying to catch a glimpse of you.

The fact that you, such a fragile small thing compared to him, was using him as a shield instead of running scared from him was baffling. Kenjaku was never a very nice guy, even as a child he was dubbed as the emo kid who you should never approach. Always getting into fights at school and that was before his father died, Kenjaku only go worse when he did.

And when Kenjaku became a werewolf he was even more violent than before, his vicious tendencies heightened along with his senses. He remembers all the bar fights, forest fights, street fights he go into finding a thrill within the rage. The night more vivid than all the fights though, was the night he killed another Alpha. And liked it.

It had been an accident, the man had started a fight with him and he was clearly drunk. Sober Kenjaku had only tried to defend himself but after pushing the drunken werewolf away he kept going, it snapped something in Kenjaku and he saw red. He beat the man to death and his wolf glowed with pride, the primal instinct to be the top Alpha male coming to light. He didn’t want to like it, but he did. That night he had buried the man in the forest with his bare hand, hours later he returned home caked in dirt, blood and sweat. He confessed to his brothers what he had done.

From then on he trained with Sukuna who taught him control over his wolf and his aggressive side, spending years dedicated to learning to control himself, still Kenjaku is easily the scariest and strongest Alpha in the pack. That’s why he was made The Ghost, The Shadow, The man behind the scenes who takes care of troubled Alphas. Also taking care of any crimes or accusations against the company.

The Killer Alpha. And you were choosing him to cling to, to protect you, this had his chest puffing out with pride. The little Omega and the big bad Alpha.

You were completely stuck to Kenjaku’s side as you started to let your anxiety turn your mind against you. These men were your mates? They all wanted you? Impossible. You couldn’t do this. Fuck sake, you had taken a big step coming here and you were just back to where you had started an hour ago. A numb feeling taking over you, your brain’s way of saving you from the stress of this situation.

The big man you were clinging to was towering over you with worried eyes as your short panicked breaths filled the room. “Princess?”

“Is she okay?”

“Are you okay?”

“Bunny you good?”

You were clearly having a moment of panic, not answering any of them. Their questions making you more antsy by the second. Everything felt like it was upside down at this very moment in time. Like the world was spinning.

Your other hand came up to grip onto Kenjaku’s jacket, desperately trying to use it to ground yourself. “Fuck I-“ you shivered, stumbling over your words as your couldn’t breathe properly.

“What is it pup? Hmm, what do you need princess?” Kenjaku remembered your reaction to the pet name from earlier instantly stepping into roll as the Alpha you needed surprising his brothers though they all knew with you around now, they’d be displaying sides of themselves they’ve never seen of each other before.

“I-I can’t,” you shook your head falling to your knees, Kenjaku fell with you holding you up, “I. I c-can’t, I can’t, I can’t do this.” You hiccuped at the end of your broken sentence, your fingers gripping so tightly onto the Alpha while your whole body shook.

“I know.” His words had your head shooting up, tear filled eyes meeting his, “but I’m going help you. If this is too much, then we will only do what you’re comfortable with. We just want to make you happy pup.” His body made him say the words, and he was glad it did. You were nodding as you listened, eyes focusing on every detail on his face while he spoke, his brown almond shaped eyes, sloped nose, the light freckles under his eyes, his plump lips.

“I don’t know how.” There was a hidden meaning behind it and all six alphas desperately wanted to know but they knew now was not the time. They could wait. Right now they had to focus on calming you down, getting you to relax.

Kenjaku felt his heart ache at the sight of your wobbly bottom lip all jutted out, you tear filled eyes and red face. You were so precious. Then and there he swore to protect you at all costs, even if he had to sell his soul, as long as you were safe. That’s all that mattered to him. “It’s okay pup, I’ll show you how.”

[chosos-mascara]

blood night

𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪

(yes, you read that right)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - as a maid to the geto-gojo house, you're surprised when they request your presence alongside their usual source of food, megumi.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - vampire!satosugu, human!megumi, human!reader, reader + megumi are servants so dub-con, blood, biting, blood drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, man x man, fem!reader, voyeurism (megumi x reader while satosugu drink from him), scratching, teasing language, aged up megumi(mid-late 20s), names like good girl, cum eating,

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"Gojo-sama requested a change of sheets within the master room." 

With shaking hands, you'd worked to collect new linen. Sights you'd allowed yourself to predict had plagued your mind, restlessly preparing yourself for the encounter you'd been about to endure. After a mere few months working within the Gojo-Geto household, you'd still been regarded as a long-serving member, with most employees barely making it past a week. Being exposed to the harsh realities of a vampiric lifestyle had scarred many; the truth of a co-existence beside humans (or rather, above) too much to bare. In only the first fortnight of employment, you'd been subjected to more blood than a doctor had in one lifetime, and through that, multiple personnel packing their bags to leave the trauma they'd rather be ignorant to. 

Usually, fresh sheets later into the evening had signified someone's life being close to taken, and with that, a bloody mess for you to deal with. If the pay hadn't been needed and your social life so barren, you'd have thought twice about this job. 

Of course, there had been other risks too. Not only being exposed to an unhealthy amount of blood and taking on board many mentally scarring images, you'd ran a risk of an attack on yourself. Although you had trust within your bosses, you lacked that very trust for their friends. Only a few nights prior they'd hosted a younger vampire by the name of Mahito, and due to his uncontrollable urge, you'd lost three colleagues. Of course, your employers had offered you a sizable amount for your silence on the matter, as not to 'scare your poor colleagues' - subsequently reminding you of their morally grey personalities. 

One step at a time, one foot had been placed on the stairway before another. The careful dance had been done as your heart had raced so vigorously, nauseousness rising to your throat. Memories both old and prospective of crimson and decay flashed before your eyes, a tightness in your chest. With only a few more steps you'd approached Gojo's room much sooner than you'd hoped, drawn out movements no longer able to postpone the inevitable. His door had been ajar with a slither of light cascading through the crack, growing to shine brighter when nudged by your elbow. Quick-drawn breaths had halted when you'd encountered both men within their room, indulging in a sight you'd rather not be privy to. 

The bed had been made, yet three man had sat atop sheets, limbs tangled with bodies while supported by ornate headboard behind. Megumi had been between two pairs of lips over neck, tired eyes left closed and soft hums vibrating through his chest with lips parted. Geto had been latched onto his left and Gojo to his right, gulping back the trickling ambrosia his body had created. 

Frozen in place, you could only bare witness while wide-eyed to the display of intimacy before you. The white button-up you'd seen Megumi wear around the home had pooled around his waist to leave chest and shoulders bare, his head tilted back toward the wall for ease of access to neck. His breaths were deep, face furrowed while he'd allowed his blood to spill into the mouths of the beasts beside him. Bite marks had littered the pale skin of chest, barely deep enough to draw blood, small bruises over collarbones signifying drawn-out teasing over his skin. 

Your presence had appeared undetected, and so a step backward to leave the room had been done so in silence. Trembling leg had supported foot as you'd planted your heel behind you, a shallow breath in celebration as you grew closer to escape. Only, with the blink of an eye you'd been left confused, Gojo's person suddenly removed from Megumi's side. Four eyes had now peered up to your shaking figure as you'd found the confidence to turn on heel, an instinct from your gut to run -

You had hit into a hard structure; that of bare chest and towering body. The racing heart within your chest had only encouraged escape further, but Gojo's cool hand over your arm had prevented movement. 

"I'm so sorry, I-" Panicked, stuttered words spoken as your eyes had peered to the door, a jolt from wrist in an effort to escape Gojo's grip. 

"Where are you going, lamb?" His grin had widened when blue orbs had set over you, fingers squeezing over the limb he'd held tightly. "I-" Stammering, you took a deep breath, a venture at regulating the fight or flight response your body had fallen into. "I think I got the wrong room, I'm sorry Gojo-sama." Bowing head low while speaking your feeble attempt at an apology, you'd hoped through desperation to be excused. Though, when silence had answered your prayers, gaze lifting from the carpeted floor to peer into the eyes of the curse before you, your blood had ran cold. 

Thick crimson had coated his chin, pointed fangs to decorate the white smile he'd eagerly given you. When looking into the depths of his blue eyes, you'd understood leaving wouldn't be an option. 

"I can hear your heart racing." With his voice low, hand moving to caress the skin of cheek, Gojo had looked at you through both superiority and pity. "Don't you want to have some fun?" 

Your direction had been turned, back plush to Gojo's chest as he'd attempted to coax you back into the heart of his room. As his fingers held your chin in place, you were left to stare over Megumi and Geto slumped on the bed, watching you through straight expressions while you'd been left to uncomfortably shift in Gojo's grip. "I'm just a maid-" Attempting to dig yourself out of the hole you'd fallen within, excuses piled on your tongue, though only one had been voiced. "I'm not a Source." 

Sources had been the category of servitude Megumi had been a part of; a label to those used as for both food and pleasure by cursed-beings. Within this household, there'd been only one, though it had been common within covens and cults to have a hundred or more. 

"But, we could use some warmth to keep Megumi satisfied, how about that, hm?" Gojo's voice tickled your ear, lips grazing skin. His fingers were cool over your burning cheeks, running over flesh gently. "Keep my 'Gumi's cock niiice and warm while we drink, like a good little maid." The proposition had your jaw tensing, eyes wide. "Blood sharing during sex is pleasurable for humans too..." As his words trailed off, his body worked on persuading you. The tender touch he'd provided over your prickling skin had contradicted the cursed form you'd seen moments ago, a personality switch to entice you into his clutches. To be at his will. "Be a good girl and help us please our Source." The final sentence, the final instruction given through Gojo's glossy lips as he left you to brew on the ideas he'd planted within you.

Even if your mind had told you to run, to flee Gojo's residence and never return, your body had reacted to the scene before you in another way. Feet planted into the ground, you'd taken in broad and bare chests covered in markings of lust, and the sensation left by large hands enveloping your skin. Megumi's disheveled state and the pull to graze his flesh with your own had been much stronger than the urge to leave. You'd decided with the ache between thighs rather than common sense to be pliant to Gojo's clutches, to bend how he'd wanted you to. 

It was likely the erotic urges pooling within your stomach had been the product of Gojo's magic, the scent of his blood heavy in the air; but your resolve had been clear when your gaze had landed over the tent within Megumi's unbuttoned slacks. 

A light push over your form had caused you to step forward, heart in throat as your feet stumbled toward mattress. Like most bedding within the home, silk had been set beneath the men, a mixture of red, black and white - though these were often discarded due to stains. As Getou held an open arm to beckon you closer, Megumi had watched through half lidded eyes, a lust driven intoxication written over his usual expressionless countenance. 

Getou's forearm flexed when his fingers tugged over the zip of your uniformed dress, undoing the garment with ease to allow you to shrug free. Cool air kissed your spine, a draft over stomach and thighs when the cotton had fallen to the ground. His lips quirked up when revealing the soft skin beneath, nails dragging over nudity. 

"Don't look so frightened..." His voice was low and soft, and with purple eyes drinking your body, he'd appeared much sweeter than Gojo. Glancing over his chest, you noted each small mark and scar over olive skin, the curve of muscle, defined abs. Hair that had usually been back into a bun had instead freely flowed to sit over his shoulders, a beautiful sea of brown woven into thick locks. 

Prior to employment, you'd heard only stories of cursed-beings and their fixation with the blood of humans. A reoccurring statement whispered among humans had been that of eroticism; blood-sharing had been sexual in nature and a dangerous path for those willing to indulge. Sources had often been the result of a human becoming tethered to a vampire through sex, and often ended in either death, or transformation. Neither of which you'd wished to partake within.  

As Gojo's fingertips ran the length of your flesh, and with his head buried within the crook of neck, he worked to unclasp your bra. For a moment, with the positioning of his lips, you'd assumed to await his bite - but it never came. Instead, black panties had been omitted to the floor as Getou's fingers had dragged them over thigh, nudity exposed to the bodies surrounding you. 

"Warm her up." Gojo spoke lowly to his partner, a kiss over the tip of your shoulder before he released his grip. Once freed, you were pulled toward the brunette, straddling outstretched legs. His hand had been quick to graze thigh and cup the thickness of your ass, though his head had tilted toward Gojo. His eyes fluttered closed when Gojo's lips had met his own, a few languid kisses exchanged before the introduction of tongue. Dried remnants of Megumi's blood had been licked from Gojo's skin, a hum from his throat at his partner's lewd display. Goosebumps had decorated your skin when the pair had separated, narrowed purple orbs now meeting yours. 

With his cold grasp over you, it had felt difficult to loosen up. He scaled your figure, grasping over hip and chest, sitting forward to lean into your neck. He tilted your head with his fingers as he'd made way to place kisses over vein, your stomach tightening as you'd been left to question whether he'd go further. 

Movement from the other side of the bed had caused heavy lids to open, sight set over Gojo's hand gliding over Megumi's abdomen, fingers interlacing with the hem of boxers before freeing him from cotton confinement. His fist had wrapped around the length, a hum from the raven haired male left to die in Gojo's mouth with the movement of his lips on Megumi's. Your muscles had tightened in both arousal and curiosity, fixed over the unhurried pumps against Megumi's skin. 

Geto's fingers had pushed into cheek, drawing attention back to him to lock lips with yours. A free hand had found your nipple, rolling over the bud with gentle touch; tender circles over skin before a stroke across. Each flick had your back arching, hums of pleasure voiced between your tongue and his. There had been a hint of iron mixed between you, a flavor you'd understood had originated from Megumi's neck. Butterflies danced around your core at the first taste of the male you'd watched from afar. 

As his hands set over your hips, he'd maneuvered you from the seat over his lap to lay with back to mattress, finding his place between your thighs. He drew himself down lower, lips dragging over skin to both kiss and nip, his fingers leaving inner thigh to finally trail over slick. You'd already been wet, Getou's hum of approval and gentle roll of fingertip causing you to whimper. The brunette brought tongue to folds, teasing finger finally pumping inside of you. 

The barely audible hums from your throat had turned into whimpers as he'd used his mouth to please you, a second finger added to stretch your walls a little further. Gojo had let a breathy laugh against Megumi's neck, pulling back to watch your soft expression contort into bliss; he'd been all too familiar to the feeling of Getou's tongue. Only when Megumi's hips stuttered against pale fist had blue eyes been brought to focus back over his Source, neck painted with crimson, and finally, with a breathy groan and roll of hips, stomach painted in white. 

"What a mess." Gojo's statement had been a whisper, playful tone riddled between words as his gaze flickered to his partner's, head between your legs. "Why don't you have her clean him up?" The cursed male laughed as he spoke, watching as Geto had pulled from your warmth, fingers drawing out slowly. 

When his touch leaves you, your eyes catch his, a questioning glance lingering between you before his head had gestured toward Megumi's stomach.  "You want me to..." Timid voice trailing off as you glance over the white pearls coating Megumi's abdomen, half hard cock resting below. His stomach rose and fell with labored breaths; a remnant of the high he'd been coming down from. 

Getou's smirk made your stomach sink in anxiety, purple orbs awaiting your apprehensive reaction as he spoke in mischievous tongue.  "You are a maid, aren't you?" 

Defeated, you sat up, maneuvering with some reluctance to fulfill their request. Megumi watched intently as you bowed head, lips parting and tongue pressing flat to his stomach. As you drew upward, the first taste of his arousal setting over you, Megumi's stomach sucked inward, a shaky exhalation from the sensations over his skin. You swallowed back the liquid before darting for more, Getou's fingers finding their way to trail back over your inner thigh before curling into you. The action coaxed a whine to echo against Megumi's stomach, a stuttered breath leaving his lips in response. His muscles clench under your tongue, moans spoken against his skin. 

With every lick, blood rushed to his cock, unable to tear his eyes from the display you'd set over him. The more Getou's fingers had toyed with you, the more enjoyment you'd found in your actions, each roll over your clit and buck of hips enhanced by the salty substance meddling within your mouth. A helpless whine had ricocheted against the raven haired male, face pressing into his abdomen as you felt yourself reach a high. Between convulsions, Megumi's hand laid over the back of your head, the comforting palm acting as an anchor to reality as you'd lost yourself in pleasure.  

"Pretty..." Gojo's words had been soft as your eyes grew heavy, large hand placed over your body and cheek to encourage movement. When sitting upward to face Gojo's fang ridden smile, your body had been guided to sit over Megumi's thighs. His cock was hard, red tip leaking arousal as the length had rested over the stomach shining in your own drool. It was thick, blue veins running under the skin, and twitched as you wrapped a hand around it.

Megumi hummed as you sank down over him, warm walls hugging over sensitive cock, laying back against Gojo's chest with eyes closed. Geto's teeth had punctured one side of this neck as you'd drawn up and down, finally offering friction. Gojo pierced the opposing side to his lover, face pressed into the crook of shoulder, a hum of ecstacy as the thick of blood finally cascaded onto his tongue. 

Breathlessly, you bounced on Megumi's cock as he offered himself to the curses beside him, hands roaming the length of his body while he'd laid in bliss. Opening heavy lids halfway, he glanced to watch himself disappear into you, delicate breaths and groans of pleasure drawn from his chest to form a symphony. You'd bitten over your lip in an attempt to suppress your own sounds, though had failed miserably with each action, cock filling every inch of your walls. 

Geto had pulled back first, a sigh as he slumped back against the headboard to watch your body move against Megumi's pleasure written across features when the curve of him had massaged your insides. Gojo had drank only a little while longer, pulling back to place a hand over the growing ache in his pants, a button loose and fingers wrapping around the length.  "I want to taste her too, Sugu..." He languidly pumped a hand over himself, tightening when reaching tip - but even a deathgrip hadn't been enough. 

"You can -hah..." Interrupted by a roll of Megumi's hips, your voice had wavered, hands steadying yourself over his chest. "You can drink from me, too."  As Megumi had gained back strength, he placed his grasp over your hips, a grunt from him as he'd aided your movements. He pushed up, allowing your cunt to suck him to base, lips parting as he pushed his head back into Gojo's chest, eyes squeezing closed. Gojo chuckled, tongue pressing to his neck to lick a stray droplet of blood. 

"What do you think, love? Should we take her offer?" Gojo spoke against the raven haired's skin before lifting sight to set over Geto. Purple eyes watched your chest, chest bouncing with each movement. In thought, his gaze had lifted to your face, searching your expression. You hadn't been able to give full attention, mostly consumed by the sensation of Megumi pounding into you from beneath, toes curling. 

"You told her we wouldn't." His boundaries had been stricter than Gojo's - or at least, his promises. If you'd been told your body would be for Megumi's use, then he and his husband would have to obey the terms they'd set. Though, after he'd laid his tongue over you, Getou found himself lost in your taste. It was hard to say no. 

"What do you think, 'Gumi? Can we play with your toy, too?" Gojo allowed his playful nature to dictate his aura, a smirk and laugh as he'd asked, though Geto had understood the front had hidden deeper meaning. Gojo wanted consent from all parties before continuing. 

Megumi grunted through gritted teeth, a sigh of annoyance as his grip tightened over your hip, nails digging in. He rolled upward to bottom out and you'd whined in his grasp, thighs clenching as his stomach kissed your clit. The friction had you wanting more, a desperate drag of your cunt over him to feel another graze of his abdomen while brimmed with his dick.  "Ask her." With his attention fixated on your lower half, he hadn't put much thought into his words. He knew he wouldn't last much longer inside you, cock twitching and stomach stuttering. 

"Drink from me, Gojo-sama." With heated cheeks and halted breaths, you spoke, grinding hips over the body beneath you once more.  Gojo hadn't needed more persuasion. Tapping over Megumi's arm, the curse earned another angered expression from Megumi before he moved you, flipping you to lay with butterfly legs splayed to sides. With the switch of positions, you'd had Gojo's cool chest to your back, his form slouched to reach lips to neck. Megumi had felt much deeper in this position, hands grasping folded calves as he pummeled into your hole with quick breaths. Each movement had caused his hair to move with him, with the exception of a few strands coated in the sheen of sweat over his neck. 

Sharp fangs had dragged over your skin, a hand moving to circle your clit as you felt the thick flesh of neck become punctured. With two holes pierced, a stinging pain as you stirred against him with a creased countenance - though pain had soon turned into pleasure as Gojo's saliva had mixed into your blood. 

Euphoria.

There had been no other way to describe the bliss flowing throughout your body, a lulling caressing skin; massaging aching muscles. You loosened up against Gojo, head rolling to lay over his cheek as Megumi held your legs in place, understanding the lack of control you'd feel while fed from. Once comfortable, Geto brought his lips to the opposing side, inhaling sharply when pressing tongue to skin, he took in both scent and pulse before tasting the blood flowing from vein. 

With messy circles over your clit and the bullying of Megumi's cock, it hadn't taken long for you to reach your end. The drifting feeling of your body had left you to only experience the build of pleasure bestowed upon you, screaming out with blurred vision as your muscles spasmed. Back arched, nails dug into Gojo's thighs - a groan against your neck and gentle rock of hips to press his own aching cock against the skin of your back. 

Megumi had watched you come undone beneath him, and with Gojo's fingers grazing his base with every circling motion - he couldn't hold out. A grunt had accompanied your whines, jaw tensing as he pressed your thighs further into your torso to form a mating press as he'd bottomed out deep into your cunt, painting your insides with his seed. 

After the waves of pleasure had faded into soft twitches, he pulled from your body, chest heaving when setting himself down. Sweat had trickled over every inch of his body, mingling with dried blood over his neck. Gojo kissed the wound his teeth had left, the flow of blood ceasing as the injury had closed over. He glanced to the raven head of hair at the foot of the bed, and then to his partner's arm, laid to drape over your chest. Beneath limb had been delicate skin, and blue eyes gave into temptation, ogling the mess between your legs. 

"Should I clean you up?"  

The question had been more of a statement as you'd become aware of the movement behind you, lips attaching to your torso as Gojo had planted kisses over the curve of chest, drifting to stomach until his lips had been where he'd wanted them; plush to your folds to lap at the mix of Megumi's, and your own, arousal. 

A gasp had been drawn from your chest when he'd licked the first stripe, hips rolling toward his face. Without a chance of rest, your legs were held open once more, fingers pressed against fat and tongue circling clit before moving downward, sucking the liquids pouring from your abused hole. Gojo hummed in appraisal at your taste mixed with Megumi's, swallowing back the load.  "G-Gojo..." Your chest heaved, eyes squeezing closed. "It's too much, please - hah-" Overstimulated, you wriggled beneath his mouth to fight against him. A smile had contorted across his face as he pulled from you, lips dressed in a light gloss. His tongue darted to lick remnants of your taste from his mouth before planting a kiss over your forehead, glancing to his husband before requesting one more thing from your exhausted body. 

"Do you think you could help me with one more thing, lamb?" Getou's voice had been the one to lull you this time, heart racing under rib as you'd nodded with some hesitance. As you'd waited anxiously for words to express his request, you'd been left empty-handed. Instead, Getou undressed his lower half to allow himself freedom. The thick length's tip had been decorated in precum, pink skin desperate for touch. 

Your cheek had rested against his inner thigh, fingers wrapping to pump around the middle before bringing lips to kiss the head, wrapping mouth soon after. Geto sighed in relief, pushing up to feel more of your mouth engulf his length. His head tipped back with eyes remaining fixated over the languorous movements of your head; the arch of your back. He studied the curve, before halting over raised ass. From the moment his sight had set over the plumpness, your body positioned on all fours, he'd known his partner's next movements. 

As predicted, Gojo had been unable to resist temptation. Pulling himself free, he'd been unable to stop himself from indulging in the dripping cunt before him, dragging along slit, teasing head to hole. You'd hummed against the cock within your mouth, startled jut causing the tip to press further into your throat and induce a gag. 

Gojo pushed into you slowly, hands steadying himself as a pornographic moan had left his lips. You'd accommodated him so well; spongey walls massaging both head and base with each rut into your core, all while your head had bobbed over his lover. When his hips had met with your ass, a moan had been voiced into the flesh of Getou's abdomen, before he'd drawn back only to push further. Gojo's pace quickened, his whines unforgiving. Out of the four bodies within the room, Gojo had been the most vocal this evening, pretty whimpers falling from his lips to kiss the air surrounding him, helpless ruts from a place of need, sensitive cock twitching with each godly squeeze you'd bestowed over him. 

"So fucking good." Spoken between groans, Gojo's eyes had squeezed closed, teeth caught over lip. Geto watched as his partner's face displayed his bliss, his hand moving to the back of your head to guide your movements. Hollowing out your cheeks, you bobbed over him, tongue circling the head of his cock when drawing upward. 

"Megumi, would you help Satoru?" 

You hadn't understood the request - with Gojo pummelling into your cunt and his partner within your throat, it hadn't felt as if there'd been room for Megumi's assistance. A bottle had opened within the distance and in curiosity you'd drawn upward to release Geto from your mouth, a string of drool connecting you and his member as it had sprung to hit stomach. Your confused gaze had met the brunette's as he'd gestured behind you, though when turning head, Gojo's body had collapsed against your back, and you'd been unable to make out the scene behind you. 

Though, you could feel a difference. Instead of thrusts, Gojo's movements had been limited, his hips barely rocking against you; even while bottoming out. The small ruts had stuttered into the deepest parts of you regardless, his fingers gripping over your sides for both stability and comfort. 

"He's inside of Satoru." Geto had spoken but you'd been left little time to react before he'd placed a hand over the back of your head, pushing you to latch over his cock once more. Gojo had felt almost static behind you, and with the information given, you'd been left to realize Gojo's thrusts had been a product of Megumi's movements, rather than his own. When Megumi drove himself forward, Gojo would move too. 

"Good girl." Geto's praises encouraged you, eyes brimming with tears with each gag, hands pumping over base. You'd been stuffed from both ends, and with a few more humps into your hips, Gojo's release had added to the fullness, seed spurting inside cunt. His stomach fluttered against your back, whines short and sporadic as he'd dumped his load, pathetic groans into your skin in his euphoria. His teeth had grazed over shoulder blade as his vulnerability had hit a peak, and for a moment you'd questioned his intention. Though, with his orgasm reaching completion, he'd drawn away from your pulse. 

Geto had grunted, curses falling from his lips as you felt his arousal hit your throat, a palm forcing your head deeper as he sucked inward. You swallowed what he'd given to you, coming up only when his grip had loosened. 

Only when both your and Megumi's breathing had mellowed with consciousness lost had partners stood, leaving you to rest. 

a/n: i'm not going to lie, this was so difficult to write. having to focus on this many people at once was hard, and throughout writing this i'd considered scrapping the idea. honestly, this is not my best work and i kind of fucking hate it, but i wanted to share regardless - i know a lot of you were excited :L i hope that it's not too poorly written. thank you to everyone who comments and reblogs, i really appreciate it!

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[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

Let me be loved for something, she prays to whomever or whatever might be listening. Let my last feeling be the one I've wanted for so long... to be needed, to be useful, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile.

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Chapter Warnings: Attempted suicide, blood

Chapter One: Where Dreams Go to Die

The cold has never bothered her much. 

Beaches were never her thing. While the people around her often looked forward to summertime with the goal of lounging in the sand and soaking up the warmth of the sun, she only ever wanted to hide from it.

The sun is too bright, too warm, too all-knowing and all-revealing. 

She hates it.

She looks instead toward the colder seasons. Chilly nights, gray skies, short days. They somehow make her feel more alive than the long days full of sun and warmth.

Alive. She wants to chuckle at the thought. 

The sky is gray now. Time sits on that thin precipice between sunset and night. Dusk, she remembers - it’s called dusk. But here in the middle of the woods, under the thick canopy of trees surrounding her, the dusk feels closer to night. 

Her hands are visibly shaking as she looks down at what’s in them. For all that she has tried her best to talk herself into feeling numb about this, her nerves have still managed to betray her. Well, she thinks bitterly, the corners of her eyes burning with unwanted moisture, is it really an important moment if I don’t find some way to fuck it up?

She really would rather be numb. 

Heaving a sigh, she sits right where she is. The dead leaves on the ground crunch under her bottom, disturbing the peace of the otherwise quiet forest. “To be useful,” she murmurs, her eyes on the slivers of sky she can see between the trees. “Will you let me become a part of you?” She ignores the trembling in her voice. “Will you let me do something useful for once in my life?” 

Let me be loved for something, she prays to whomever or whatever might be listening. Let my last feeling be the one I’ve wanted for so long… to be needed, to be useful, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile. 

She looks down at her hands again. The tremors have stopped. Steadily she shifts the blade from one hand to the other, doing what she’s set out to do. She isn’t numb to the pain, but she is finally numb to the feeling. 

She lays back and smiles. 

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing eyes I wonder if it weighs like Mine Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long Or did it just begin I could not tell the Date of Mine It feels so old a pain… -Emily Dickinson, I Measure Every Grief I Meet

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There’s something different about the woods tonight. 

It isn’t the sky. It sits above him the way it always does on early winter nights: dark and cold, the stars glittering yellow and white and reminding him of diamonds. 

It isn’t the trees. He has been here long enough to know nearly all of them, to become familiar with their rattles and creaks and groans. 

He can hear the sounds he’s used to: small animals rustling in the underbrush. The ones active during the day are settling down for the night, while the nocturnal ones are preparing to begin their day. 

Ah. There it is - he can smell it now. It’s something he hasn’t smelled in a while, and the realization of what it is surprises him. 

It is the scent of human blood. 

He finds the source of the smell deep in the forest, far from where any other humans typically dare to venture. There’s a woman there, lying face up on the ground, surrounded by cold, dead leaves. Her eyes are closed, and while a smile turns the corners of her mouth upward, it is the trail of tears on her face that his gaze is drawn to. 

She’s human, and she’s dying.

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Geto Suguru has lived a very, very long time. He has spent much of that time around humans - close enough for him to learn nearly all there is to know about their nature. Close enough for him to become attuned to their thoughts and feelings, even if they keep those thoughts and feelings hidden. 

He kneels down to get a closer look at the woman lying there. She isn’t dead yet, but it won’t be long before she gets there. He can see the blood pooling around her wrists, staining the leaves beneath them a dark red that looks almost black. 

Her feelings are powerful enough that he doesn’t even have to concentrate to sense them all. There is pain there, and regret, and a lifetime of loneliness.

He knows that particular feeling well. 

“This wasn’t what you wanted,” he sighs softly, brushing a stray hair out of her face. “You did it because you felt like there was no other way, didn’t you?”

At the sound of his voice, she stirs weakly but doesn’t open her eyes. “It’s ok,” she says, her voice faint and weak. He wonders if she realizes he is real, or if she thinks she’s hallucinating in her last moments. “No one will miss me.”

“Somehow I doubt that’s true,” Geto murmurs. He lifts her left wrist to his mouth, gently stopping the flow of blood and lapping up the excess before doing the same to her right wrist. “If you still want to go through with this when you wake, I’ll help you do it,” he tells her as he lifts her easily in his arms. “But it won’t be painful like this. You won’t be alone, and I’ll make sure you don’t feel the regret and loneliness and sadness you feel now.”

He cradles her close, reassured by the rise and fall of her chest - proof that she is still breathing, still alive. 

“I promise.”

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Chapter Two: Coming Soon

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[dreamingkitsunewrites]

Heyyyy there! Since HALLOWEEN is approaching, it's high time to finally reveal my idea for this year's celebrations!

PENNY DREADFUL: Materialist

...is a short series of oneshots combining nsfw/smut content with some typical horror elements... (please MDNI and make sure to read the warning tags before opening if you're not comfortable with dark themes)

The idea behind the pairings of novels and characters comes from my own reflections on the peculiarities of Jjk men and their fascinating backstories. (Let me know if you also see similarities between our beloved Jjk men (and women) and other spooky books/movies... )

I am honored to announce that this series is part of the SPOOKINKY event, created by @tsukimefuku , whom I would like to thank for this brilliant initiative!

Hope you'll enjoy it!

Where does Penny Dreadful come from?

Penny dreadfuls were cheap popular serial literature produced during the 19th century in the United Kingdom. The term typically referred to a story published in weekly parts of 8 to 16 pages, each costing one penny. The subject matter of these stories was typically sensational, focusing on the exploits of detectives, criminals, or supernatural entities.

VIII. THE MOON (GOJO SATORU X DR JEKYLL and MR. HYDE )

"I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.""

The Perfume (CHOSO KAMO x Perfume: the Story of a Murderer)

"For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn't defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men."

NANAMI KENTO X (coming soon) xxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic (...)Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.(...)I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them."

A Question of Faith (GETO x SUKUNA x 'Interview with the Vampire)

"Evil is a point of view. We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms."

My 🔥JJK MATERIALIST HERE🔥

[satoruxx]

WIP GAME

rules — list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to have people ask about them!

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat thank you for the tag ari my love !! had to dig very deeply into the files for this... and i'm gonna be so honest i forgot about half of these oops

anyways pls do ask me anything about these bc i need to talk about them and talking about them will make me get inspired to write them :3333

the space between comfort and chaos. (part 5)

wolfhybrid!toji fushiguro x f!reader :: hybrid au, grumpy x sunshine, ongoing series (i'm obligated to put this here even though i think everyone knows about it)

dead reckoning.

geto suguru x f!reader, implied gojo satoru x f!reader :: canon au installment, angst, fluff, pining, unresolved feelings, bittersweet

untitled drabble.

wolfhybrid!toji fushiguro x reader :: hybrid au, in another timeline, how you and wolf!toji would meet if things played out differently, grumpy x sunshine, random thoughts about first meetings

say you'll love me to death, because i will.

vampire!sashisu x reader :: poly!sashisu, vampire x human, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn, lots of blood ??

crawling back to you.

tigerhybrid!ryomen sukuna x reader :: hybrid au, drabble, obssessive behavior, bickering, animalistic tendencies, jealousy, extremely grumpy x sunshine (he's not even grumpy he's just a hater)

ROYALTY AU

dying by your hand.

royal knight!gojo satoru x princess!reader :: royalty au, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, bodyguard trope, mutual pining, lifelong devotion

angel eyes see the good in devils.

gladiator!toji fushiguro x princess!reader :: royalty au, forbidden romance, grumpy x sunshine

the illusion of a regime.

prince!geto suguru x princess!reader :: royalty au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage

no pressure tags: @vagabond-umlaut @ryomance @pupkashi + anyone else who wants to do this !!

[gojotenshi]

remember this post?

lil sneak peek of part 1 of the gojo x reader x geto wip!

You couldn’t help but laugh at your silliness. There was no unwitting human on the grounds, you knew exactly why you had come to such a distant estate. Instead of Fae, there were vampires that wanted you for your blood. A way to control the urges that the blood moon imposed upon those with their traits. Which was kind of funny thinking about when everyone connected the moon with werewolves.

If going through the second entrance had felt like stepping through a portal, you didn’t know how it felt going through the main building entrance.

Everything went from impressive to ethereal in the matter of a couple of seconds. The stone path was the same, still well traveled, but now there was a bridge that went over a massive pond, framed by a single wisteria tree, leaves and flowers hanging over the bridge just out of reach. There were still torches lighting the way, but they had been turned off, probably so the fireflies that buzzed around the pound with their lights could be seen in all their glory. And as soon as you stepped onto the beginning of the bridge, you could see the ripples in the waves and the peek of white fins swimming just below the surface.

[mastermasterlist1p1]

Stuff i like

Anyone has some good stories without the smut? I don't care about the fandom

Whump :

[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]

Vampire x human whumpee (A centuries old vampire takes in a mortal bloodbag as a gift from his maker. )

some Stockholm

what's best

giving information

Two Weeks of Whump Masterpost

The Scry Masterlist

Clove Masterlist

The Scry

🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist🩸

Blood catalase

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old bones

The Promise

White moves first pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Bruises

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JJK :

defiance masterlist | king!sukuna x servant!reader by @yenayaps

moments in twilight (sukuna basically in love)

Yuuta x reader (basically yuuta is like a yandere but reader is okay with it, literally the best one I've read I LOVE IT)

Haunted (toji x reader)

synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.

tell me about love (show me how) | gojo satoru

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ PROF. GETO'S CLASS IS SO HARD, BUT HE'S SO HOT!! ❞. Pt.2

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

Bad Habit (hitman!tōji fushiguro x reader | 17k) (this THIS 😻😻😻)

Say yes to heaven (gojo)

Beat of my heart pt.2 (college au - drummer! gojo x psychology major! reader)

Shameless (king to be gojo x f! Servant)

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! (Gojo)

Taking what's not yours (bully gojo) masterlist pt.1

Jjk fanfics

𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Hero, villain and stuff :

Protective ( villain x villain stuff, Supervillain swoops in to help them out of their misery )

Hero x villain (hero has wings and she's basically a monster)

Some romantic hero x villain 😏

Hero x medic

Bodily Responses

"I love you."

Hero got amnesia

Mutually Assured Destruction (DAAMAMMMNNNNN EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ IT)

Hero has amnesia from an injury Villain caused. Guilty, Villain took them in until their memory returns

A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Kidnapped by the Boss pt.6

First meeting (dork villain and hero)

Sweet dreams : pt.1 pt.10

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Masterlists :

@treasuringizu masterlist

Watercolorfreckles masterlist

Masterlist of oddsconvert (whumpee stuff)

Masterlist of thepenultimatword

Jazz's Master List

Neptunsopening

arealphrooblem masterlist

im-a-wonderling's masterlist

treasuringizu's masterlist

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Mixte1963 :

Joseph Descamps x Michel pt.2 pt.3 (it's on Ao3 ) A Mixte 1963/Voltaire High fanfiction about Michèle Magnan and Joseph Descamps

Joseph Descamps x reader

I don't know

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BNHA :

Deku × reader (ok so deku is a pro hero famous and stuff but he's lonely and needs a partner, meets reader and decides to date her but reader is a thief. I won't die peacefully unless there's a pt 2)

Katsuki x reader (divorced, it's Christmas)

He hadn't meant to fall in love. (Katsuki x reader)

Shigaraki being touched starved

Love like a ghost (shigaraki x reader)

Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Touya x reader

vitality : pt.1

Accidental Boyfriend (tomura x reader)

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Denji with a Codependent gf!

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Some stuff I didn't read yet

Hmm1

Hmm2

"creature of myth."

[biscuitsngravie]

Our Eternity

cw/tw: vampire!gojo, blood, blood drinking, satoru x suguru, accidental fluff

Summary: Gojo says he's a vampire. Geto "believes" him until he one day he's met with a starved beast in his kitchen.

Part Two

The two lay in bed, Gojo snuggled into Getou’s chest, his breath rising and falling ever so gently. The fingers massaging his scalp with occasional twirls of his hair coax him further into the abyss of sleep. His stubbornness, much like an unruly newborn, wills him to stay awake. He feels rumbling in Geto’s chest before he hears the hushed chuckle. Rubbing his face into his boyfriend’s side and tightening his grip around him, Gojo sleepily asks, “Whats so funny?”

Geto smiles and kisses the top of his head. “I’m on TikTok, you wanna see?” he offers as he prepares what he really wants to say. He brings the phone to Gojo’s face when he feels an affirmative hum, unsurprised his boyfriend can barely keep his eyes open. “You should get some sleep,” he whispers, a kiss to the forehead this time. 

“Don’t wanna,” Gojo grumbles in protest, “wanna spend time with you.” he nuzzles in the crook Geto’s armpit, as though that’s the way he can finally fuse with him. Being this close is never close enough, even with his body clinging to him as desperately as drops of morning dew on a young sprout.If Geto won’t turn, the least he could do is let Gojo live in his skin.

Geto takes the hint and puts his phone off to the side, enveloping Gojo in his embrace. He sighs as he does so, feeling Gojo become more relaxed in his arms. “You’ve been up all day and you wanna stay up all night, too? Hm? It’s already two-thirty.”

— — —

“Day.” “Night.” such trivial words these were, said without a second thought until Gojo came up to him one day saying, “I’m a vampire,” later clarifying only half on his mother’s side. At the time Geto tried to ignore the serious look in his eye, desperate to convince his dear Satoru and himself that the timing was ill-fitting as it was too late for April Fool’s, and too early for Halloween. 

But all it took was tiniest quiver of a lip and one soft plea for Geto to believe him. Or at least say he believed him. Though he couldn’t accept it at first, whatever Satoru was going through was real to him, and that’s all that mattered. 

Except… he’s actually a fucking vampire. 

“But I’ve seen you in the sun?!”

“Pfft, not everyone burns in the sun, Sugu, I don’t have that gene.”

“But what about fangs?”

“Retractable.”

“We had garlic bread last week!”

“Ugh, that was a myth. This one guy was allergic and it started a whole thing,” he waved off, rolling his eyes, “Honestly it was  a meme, but humans got a hold of it—”

“You guys had memes?!”

At that Gojo had scoffed. “Yes! We didn’t have a word for it, yet, but yeah. We wanted to see how long it would take for you guys to figure it out. It’s been… a couple hundred years now…”

The flurry of questions and come when Gojo stumbled in after a seventy-four hour shift at the hospital. His limitless battery working on surgery after surgery following a train derailing had finally drained. Though his stamina was far beyond that of any vampire and undoubtedly above any humans, the mental strain and extensive procedures were his perfect counter. It only made sense that he’d mistakenly wandered into Geto’s apartment unannounced using his copy of the key. Geto was startled awake from a bang and incoherent grumbling. 

“Where the fuck is it?!”

Rushing to his kitchen in nothing but his boxers he saw it: pointed ears, extended claws, bared fangs and pupils that sat as slits in deep maroon eyes. He seemed bigger than usual, despite being hunched slightly in aggravation, in hunger. A low growl escaped him before his expression of anger was replaced by that of confusion. He blinked a few times before speaking, not bothering to wipe the drool dripping down his chin. His face softened, though his features remained sharp. “Suguru? What are you doing here?”

Geto couldn’t process the question at first, trying to take it all in: the adrenaline from thinking someone broke into his home; the relief that it was his boyfriend being stupid, only to find him like…this. A million thoughts raced through his mind, yet none were voiced from his mouth as it hung agape. 

Holy shit. He’s actually a vampire.

“I-It’s… my apartment…”

Gojo looked at him incredulously at first before taking a look around. Groaning in embarrassment, he slapped his hand to his face, making Geto wonder how he hadn’t poked an eye out. “Fuck I’m…” his posture straightened as he tried to hide his features, forcing them to retract. “Shit, did I wake you?”

“What were you looking for?” he almost wanted to kick himself in his own ass for asking such a stupid question, so followed up with, “I can help you.”

If Geto had hearing anywhere near the quality of Gojo’s he’d have heard the vampire’s heart beating so wildly it sounded as if it was daring to jump out his chest. Drool trickled out the corners of both sides of his mouth, his tongue helplessly flapping around as he imagined what Geto tasted like. It wouldn’t be the first time, and quite honestly, with his level of smelling Gojo could almost construct a flavor profile. But this, being offered—

“Satoru?”

The thought of how nice it would be. When was the last time he had a taste? Warm, fresh from—

“You there?”

His fangs bared again, his claws and ears slowly peeking through as he dizzied himself with the possibilities. The places he’d bite. How. It wasn’t until Geto flicked his forehead to bring him back to reality. He was shaken back to reality to see a disgruntled Geto. 

“Go sit on the couch. Now.”

Aimlessly nodding, he followed hand in hand. When sat he had watched as Geto fiddled with his own hands at first, his leg bouncing as he tried to adjust. Shaky hands combed through ever still unfettered bedhead as a form of self-soothing before finally sweeping his hair to one side, his eyes looking expectantly at Gojo before looking downward.

“Are…” Gojo bit his lip, covered in saliva that was ever pouring out now as he listened to the racing of Geto’s heart, the beat starting to resemble his own. He grabbed Geto’s hand and interlaced their fingers. “Are you sure?”

“What…” Geto took a deep breath in futility to calm his heart, “what happens if you don’t drink…blood?” it took a moment for him to look up at Gojo, to really take him in. He looked so… so different. So angular, so hungry, starved even. The red in his eyes taking over the blue Geto was used to seeing almost felt scary, and yet…yet he looked just the same. Just like his Satoru.

Seeing Geto’s gaze soften, Gojo took the chance to get closer to him on the couch. “Well… first we get really irritable—”

“You don’t say,” Geto snorted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo chuckled in slight embarrassment, squeezing his hand. “And depending on how long it’s been, our bodies go into like… this ‘survival’ mode, kind of. We don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s like… all our senses are heightened to find blood. As much of it as we can, as soon as we can. And if that goes on for too long, we kinda go…” wary of scaring him, Gojo decided to keep the details to himself, grateful when he received an understanding nod. “Yeah.”

Geto thought everything over for some time and sighed to himself, resolute in his decision. “Your house is too far, I don’t think you’d make it so…” he bared his neck once again and hoped he didn’t come off as stiff as he felt. 

In his right mind, Gojo would have argued with him, assured him that he’d make it home just fine. He would have teased him, telling him that drinking from the neck is a silly little human thing. He would have had so much to say. But he wasn’t. He was a slave to his body and his needs, and more than anything, there was only one thought on repeat in his head. 

Feed.

Closing the gap between them, he took Geto’s face in his hand to turn his face back towards him, smiling as softly as he could before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A silent thank you hung between them when they pulled away. Gojo kept eye contact as he untangled their fingers and brought Geto’s wrist to his mouth. 

He watched as his eyes widened at the realization, then contorted in pain as his fangs sunk beneath his skin. Gojo could hear it, feel it in his pulse as Geto’s heart raced. He brought a hand to his cheek to soothe him, willing him to breathe. He placed his hand over Geto’s chest and began modeling slowed breaths, waiting for him to come down with him. As Geto followed suit, the real event began, as Gojo began to drink. 

The initial pierce of skin was already tantalizing, but to taste him, to feel him. The warmth against his tongue and in his throat was like a high in itself, making his skin tingle and his vision blur as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He was savory, a slight saltiness underlying his complex flavor. Gojo grunted in satisfaction, moving his hand from Geto’s chest to his thigh to keep himself steady. As some of the blood leaked from beneath his lips, the smell wafted into his nostrils, causing a moan to vibrate between the two of them. 

In his right mind he would’ve checked on his Suguru, would have searched his face for discomfort, asked questions on if he needed a break. In his right mind, Gojo would’ve stopped a minute ago, trying to take very little to keep his boyfriend from suffering side effects apart from dizziness. But in his right mind he was not. He wanted to take take take. He needed it, he needed to feed. He was already so greedy for everything Geto had to offer him, and this was no exception. 

When Gojo pulled back with a glaze over his eyes, his irises returning to his signature blue, all he could do was smile dopily as he met tired eyes. He licked the wounds to encourage them to close and nuzzled his mostly clean cheek against Geto’s. “M’sorry,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” Geto responded weakly. “Are you good now? All your,” he gestured haphazardly, his arms feeling as fragile as twigs as he did, “stuff disappeared.”

“I am, thank you. So much.”

Geto only hummed in response, already at threat of dozing off. “Is poppin’ a boner while feeding a vampire thing, too?” he asked cheekily, assuming his own answer when Gojo changed a few hues. 

“Uh… that’s just a me thing,” a Suguru thing, to be quite honest. “Why, you wanna take care of it?” he asked with a smirk, kissing the two small dots on his wrist.

Getou glared through his delirium. “You want my blood and for me to take care of your boner? Never knew I was dating someone so selfish—”

“You offered!”

“Yeah cause you looked like shit!”

“Well now you look like shit!”

“Well whose fault is that?!”

Gojo rolled his eyes as he stood up, gathering an uncharacteristically willing Geto in his arms to carry him back to his bed. “Let’s get you back to sleep.”

“I’m not a baby,” he grumbled, his voice too soft to hold a real argument anymore as he drifted.

“You’re mine.”

“Fuck you.”

“When you feel better.”

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That was three years ago. Feeding had become a bonding time for the two as Geto learned about vampire culture. He learned about the nuances of the use of the terms “night” and “day,” and spent copious hours studying the history and biology of hereditary and turned vampirism. He’d spent so much time telling Gojo no to his one request since he’d disclosed his status, scared of more things than a man could count (though maybe not a vampire). His brain was once foggy and muddied with the thoughts that would no longer pass through, but make camp in his mind. Once the internal council came to a conclusion, peace finally took stake in his heart. 

July 25

“Satoru…” he says so softly that the only weight it holds is everlasting fondness. “I think I’m ready to turn.”

Gojo’s eyes snap open.

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an: so this was supposed to be a smut piece but i wrote fluff by accident. part two will have the smut, dont u worry! 🫡 im uploading this part rn tho instead of waiting till tomorrow to start it cause i am impatient 🫡 this is a mini fic spinoff from my original nanami vamp fic that im not uploading anymore dsofoshdl

[starrygetou]

𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

noun. a person or animal in whom a particular soul is believed to have been reborn.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

part 1

pair: satoru gojo x suguru geto

w.c: 2.3k

tags: vampire!gojo satoru, human!geto suguru, pining, fluff, HEAVY ANGST

cw: talk of blood

summary: satoru had already been questioning what left he had of his humanity. until he met him.

note: i’ve been inspired by a lot of art lately from twt, and the semi recent resurgence of Twilight. this art really spoke to me.

hope you enjoy <3

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satoru knew not to mess with humans. he was told from the beginning of his damnation that humans are to be seen as food and food only. what a horrific thought, considering they used to once be human. now desensitized to humanity, only caring about their own survival as if humans weren’t doing the exact same thing.

satoru got a bit of leeway though, being that he belonged to no clans or packs. he had tried them out back when he was a fledgling, but caused more problems than he wanted to ever even before he turned. one particular incident nearly cost him his own life.

satoru had met a man, a beautiful one at that. since he was so new to the pack, he had a watchful eye to make sure he was following their rules.

do NOT talk to humans other than to lure them into a trap.

satoru thought that would be easy considering how he was just 19 when he was turned. by

now he was 27 and sure he was fully ready to take on hunting for the clan some nights.

2. do NOT tell them who you are.

as satoru approached the hunting area, he noticed how truly beautiful the area was. it was a nice wooded area, the trees starting to blossom their flowers, some dropping fruit all along the paths. he had known of a lake nearby, which many humans frequent during spring and summer to swim and enjoy life.

what was life like again? He asked himself frequently when going on these hunts. He could probably live on his own, gathering his own food and creating a semblance of a new life for himself. It would never be the same, however. By this point, he had almost forgotten what life as a human was like. To be able to walk around in the sun, let the rays warm his already pale skin. Enjoying the sweeter things in life such as candies, fine juices, and wines. god how he missed candy.

he had been walking around, admiring the scenery when he saw a figure in the distance. he hid in a nearby tree, watching the man approach the lake. he stripped his clothes, getting completely naked before slowly walking into the lake, the moonlight guiding him deeper and deeper until he was up to his waist. satoru watched mesmerized, the man’s hair was jet black, impossibly straight, ending at about his shoulder blades. Satour watched as his muscles moved with such grace, wading through the water as if it meant nothing to him. he saw his face as the man looked up at the moon, basking in the moonlight. Could this be another one? Someone like me, someone to share this newfound life and power with?

before satoru knew it he was at the water’s edge, not even realizing he was staring as the man stayed still, almost lost in time. the man senses his presence, slowly turning around to look at him.

“you’re beautiful,” is all satoru can muster up at the moment. not realizing how creepy that may come off to the stranger.

he smiles at him. satoru has to do his best not to faint at the sight before him. the man’s smile is warm, inviting, almost homey. His eyes were a beautiful shade of violet, the corners of them curling upward as he smiled, accentuating his feline-like features. everything he knows not to do is quickly forgotten when the man says his name. His name is all but gargled in satoru’s memory. lost in time along with the other parts of his humanity.

they swam together for the rest of the night. chatting about their lives, passions, wants, dreams, anything satoru could cling to knowing what had to happen next. knowing this was only temporary, hoping this moment wouldn’t end. Satoru had learned that he was a farmer. Residing in the town just below the hilltop. He loved coming up to the lake after particularly hard days when his body needed something more than just lying down in bed. His dream was to move away to Tokyo, become some sort of artist, and send the money back home to his family. They were well off, but he always wanted better for his family.

before satoru left, the man gave him a soft kiss on the lips, bidding him goodbye before satoru left. making sure to have enough time to get back to the pack’s home before sunrise.

All satoru could think about on his walk back was his eyes. How when the light hit them right, he could almost gaze deep into his soul. His hair, god how he wanted to touch his hair. It put the finest silk webs from spiders to shame, the slight curls at the ends of his hair seemingly having a mind of their own at times during their conversations.

Satoru had to make a choice before he got back home; keep this going, or end it all before someone got hurt.

they met up again the night after, same time, same lake. but this time it was different. He had come with a large quilt, laid out on the plush grass just above the lake’s sandy shore. Satoru wondered if it was a family heirloom, or possibly a gift that someone in his village made for him as a baby. The stitching was one of the most beautiful works satoru had seen since his life ended. One side had what he assumed was his family’s crest on it, a large dragon spanning from one corner to the opposite.

that night they stargazed. suguru recalling stories behind each constellation, each one intricate with his village’s history. telling tales of great triumphs during wars and great tragedies amongst lovers. Satoru listened intently in the beginning, making mental notes of each and every character, their backstory, their relationships with everyone else, everything. He made mental notes on how his face looked when he was deep in thought, how his eyes were brighter and twinkling harder than any star he had seen in the night sky before.

he fell asleep in satoru’s arms, breathing lightly as satoru gently combed through his hair with his fingers. Satoru smiled to himself, inhaling his natural scent and the scent of his blod as he rested. Thoughts came to satoru’s head, how easily he could kill him right here and end his growing problem, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. By now, satoru knew he needed to leave but, as minutes passed, it became increasingly harder to budge. Satoru had never met anyone who could get him to stay this still. He somehow had a grip on him, how? They had only met the night before, they’re practically strangers. But he stayed there, holding him in his arms, stroking his hair, watching him sleep, wondering what he was dreaming about, wondering if it was a good or bad dream, whether satoru was in it or not.

eventually he noticed the sky changing colors, the navy sky now adorning pinks and oranges on the horizon. satoru kissed the man’s forehead tenderly, then gave a small peck to his lips before getting up. satoru sends a soft prayer that the msn stayed asleep, teleporting back home before the sun broke the tree line.

satoru couldn’t sleep that day. consumed by his thoughts and feelings. he knew he shouldn’t be seeing him. he knew this was dangerous not only for him but for the man he was seeing. but he couldn’t care less. he knew something was different about him. satoru wanted to cling to whatever humanity he had left within him. he wants to be in this man’s life. satoru wants to hold him, kiss him, and have relations with him, god even marry him one day if the stars aligned right.

but he knew that wasn’t a possibility. not in either of their lives.

satoru was willing to risk it all for one man. the one who could maybe restore his humanity.

satoru came up with a plan for the rest of the day. he would go to the lake tonight, and propose to suguru. hoping he would run away with him somewhere far away from everything. they could start over in a new town, he could work in a graveyard somewhere so that way he wouldn’t need to be out during the day. they could live off the land, maybe satoru could substitute animal blood for human blood, and he could eat the meat left behind. they could be happy together.

together.

before satoru left for the night, he heard laughing downstairs from the rest of the pack. after coming down the stairs, he saw his worst fear had come to fruition, the man splayed out on the wooden table just barely alive.

around him were his pack mates, taking turns feeding from him. his clothes ripped and tattered from being dragged through the woods. his skin littered with deep cuts and bite marks. He was still trying to escape but had little to no energy left to fight back after the torture they’d been putting him through the last hour or so. His hair was matted, filled with bits of grass and pine needles. His face was covered in cuts and puffy from possibly being beaten up as punishment for trying to run away. Satoru stood there, frozen, not sure what to do in this situation. He knew his next moves were crucial if he had any plans on possibly saving him. But he just stood there.

What was life like again? He asked himself again. He knew one day he would die, hoping to be surrounded by his loved ones, maybe his own children. Satoru once had dreams too, he wanted to become an actor, become rich and travel the world. He wondered if the man wouldve ran away with him, or run from him if he had told him what exactly he was nights before this moment. I could turn him.

No. no, that wasn't the right option. Just because his life was taken away all those years ago, didn't mean he should put this fate onto someone else, even if he did love them. Satoru could kill himself right here, end both of their lives, and hope he’s spared from damnation, seeing him in heaven.

one of the pack mates sees satoru standing at the stairs, smiling as they stop the torture.

“look who finally decided to show up!” one boasts as they take their mouth off the man’s wrist, his blood dripping down their chin.

“yea just in time for dinner! you’ll never guess this guy’s story!” one says then looks down at the man on the table, laughing at him.

“get this, we found him by that shitty little lake setting up some sort of candlelit dinner.”

Our lake.

“we couldn’t find the sucker he was waiting for, we would’ve been eating great tonight if we found ‘em,” another chimed in.

“now stop staring and come eat! maybe this one will fuel your fire to hunt better. we haven’t eaten in three days dude.” one says before going back to feeding on the man’s wrist.

Food. he is food. Satoru forgot, that there was no fairness. There was no happy ending for them. It was either kill him or let him turn into a predator, just like him.

satoru just stands there, staring at him again. The light in his eyes was fading, his sparkle no longer there. Satoru wasn't sure what to say or do as the others drained the life from him. somehow, the man mustered up some strength to roll his head to the other side. his eyes widening ever so slightly seeing who’s beside him. Satoru noticed the sparkle come back, ever so slightly. He also noticed that his jaw was broken, possibly to make sure he didn’t scream for help as he was dragged away back to the house.

they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. satoru’s pack mates ignored him, still feeding off his practically lifeless body. with his remaining strength, the man reaches up and gently holds satoru’s hand, letting out his final breaths and looking into his eyes; a tear falling down his cheek as he took his final breath.

the rest of that night was a haze for satoru. all he can recall is spending the rest of the night back at the lake, hands and body bloodied with his pack mate's blood. not long after his lover took his final breath, he murdered the rest of his pack in a fit of rage, wanting to make sure they could harm nobody else. Satoru sat on the lake’s shore, hands covered in dirt from digging a grave. he stared out at the lake, not wanting to move an inch, wishing it was him beneath the soft earth rather than his lover.

Satoru contemplated his next moves. Should he try to contact his family? What would he even say to them? Would they even believe whatever story satoru could come up with?

He noticed the quilt out of the corner of his eyes, it was thrown on top of a nearby bush. He inspected the quilt, making sure no harm to the delicate stitches was done, just his luck, it was just fine. He debated on whether he should take it back to the village, maybe leaving it at someone's doorstep, eventually making its way back to its original owner.

Satoru draped the quilt around his body, deeply inhaling the fabric when he noticed it still had his lover’s scent on it. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He started walking in no particular direction, the view of the lake growing smaller and smaller wherever he looked back.

3. do NOT fall in love with a human.

[honeeslust]

The List

FIRST TASTE | RELEASED: 10.1

STARRING: Reader x Anzai Yuuki (devils line)

SYNOPSIS: Anzai gets his first taste of her.

TW/KINK: Vampire x human, blood sharing

SHARED | RELEASED: 10.2

STARRING : Satoru Gojo (JJK)× Suguru Geto

SYNOPSIS: Suguru and Satoru have been after you for a while now. In the shared spirit of Halloween you invite them over fir horror movies and drinks and we'll, you know how these things go...

TW/KINK: Theeesome, Shared, Bukkake, Soft degredation

MY REMEDY | RELEASED: 10.3

STARRING: Reader x Bakugo (MHA)

SYNOPSIS: When your hot-headed insomniac lover can’t stop fucking you simply because taking care of your body and giving you endless pleasure is the only thing that soothes his spirit.

TW/KINK: Somnophilia

A WICKED GAME | RELEASE DATE : 10.12

STARRING: Reader x Douma(KNY | Demon)

SYNOPSIS: Douma can’t help himself around his bosses sister. Especially since she’s so starved for attention.

TW/KINK: (all mild cause I’m still a baby writer ☺️) Slave training, edging, voyeur, virginity.

UNTITLED SCENE | RELEASE DATE : 10.22

STARRING: Reader x Sukuna(JJK | King of curses) x Maddie (Euphoria | Human)

SYNOPSIS: Bestie you look so pretty when you cum…

KINK: bondage, alcohol, multiple appendages, threesome, Bukkake

🖤 on hiatus …

UNTITLED SCENE | RELEASE DATE : TBA

STARRING: Reader x Gojo (JJK | The honored one)

TW/KINK: Non con, slasher, masked

UNTITLED SCENE | RELEASE DATE : TBA

STARRING: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

KINK: Costume

UNTITLED SCENE | RELEASE DATE : TBA

STARRING: Reader x Akira (Devilman crybaby | devil x human hybrid)

TW/KINK: Bukkake, Breeding, size difference, non con, blood

UNTITLED SCENE | RELEASE DATE : TBA

STARRING: Reader x Gyutaro (KNY | Demon)

TW/KINK : First time, grooming, prey

*i can’t commit to all that I had in my list unfortunately but I’ll be debuting a full Gyutaro fan fic on my Wattpad on Halloween 🥰Can’t wait

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Chapter Two

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Reference Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Eventual Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

“How?” Her heart is racing. She asks it, not sure she wants to know the answer. There is something in the pit of her stomach, some feeling that she can’t put words to. It chills her.

“Do you really want to know that?” He’s turned away from her now, collecting the broken pieces of the smashed vase and the scattered flowers, dumping them into the wastebasket.

No. “Yes,” she whispers. “I think I have the right to know. I remember how the cuts looked. At the rate I was bleeding out, stopping the blood flow would’ve been almost impossible.”

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of blood, vague references to hunting and killing animals

Chapter Two: Scattered Magnolias

One need not be a chamber - to be haunted One need not be a House The Brain - has Corridors surpassing Material Place -Emily Dickinson, One Need Not be a Chamber - to be Haunted

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“You didn’t.” 

The tone of Satoru’s voice is reproachful, as if he is scolding an unruly child for misbehaving. He can almost envision Satoru at the other end of the phone line, on the other side of the world: tapping his foot impatiently, rolling his eyes, wondering how Suguru could be so reckless, so stupid, so sentimental.

It irritates him. “I did,” he replies. 

“Why? I didn’t think you were in the market for a pet.”

“Stop it, Satoru,” he snaps. “I wish you wouldn’t call them that.”

“But isn’t that what they are?” His husband asks it reasonably, as if it’s the most logical thing in the world to refer to humans as though they are domesticated animals. “They’re weak and fragile. They die too quickly. And they need all sorts of troublesome things.”

“The last time I checked, food and water weren’t ‘troublesome things,’” Suguru sighs witheringly. 

“I’m not talking about that,” Satoru rebuts. “I mean the other stuff. They need reassurance, affection, praise. Who has time to waste on that?”

Not you, clearly. If you did, you’d be here, instead of all the way on the other side of the world. “I have to go,” he says aloud. “She’ll probably be waking up soon.”

“Don’t forget to pick up after her when she shits,” Satoru snickers. “I’ve heard you can get fined if you don’t.”

Suguru doesn’t bother to answer him, simply disconnecting the call instead. 

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She’s listening through the crack in the door and can hear exactly when he stops talking. The silence after doesn’t last long - the end of his one-sided conversation is followed by a bang, as though something has been knocked over. 

“I take it that wasn’t a pleasant phone call,” she offers softly, cautiously stepping out into the hallway. 

He doesn’t seem to be startled as he turns to face her. Her eyes fall on the vase of flowers that’s very clearly been thrown to the floor. The vase is shattered, water and magnolia blossoms littering the floor in a mess at his feet. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he murmurs, setting the wastebasket in his hand down. 

“I’ve been awake for a while,” she answers. “Though I don’t know how long ‘a while’ is,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“You slept for a little more than a whole day.”

The news should surprise her, but it doesn’t. She looks down at her wrists. They’ve been bandaged up. “I thought I did it right,” she says, her voice soft. “I guess I fucked it up, just like everything else I do.” She adds that last with a laugh, but it sounds hollow and sad to his ears.

“You… if you mean your technique,” he starts, “that wasn’t done wrong. You cut exactly as you should have if you were trying to kill yourself.”

“I was trying to kill myself.”

“Were you?” 

Something about the way he has asked the question makes her realize that he doesn’t believe her. “What did you do to me?” 

“Stopped your bleeding.”

“How?” Her heart is racing. She asks it, not sure she wants to know the answer. There is something in the pit of her stomach, some feeling that she can’t put words to. It chills her. 

“Do you really want to know that?” He’s turned away from her now, collecting the broken pieces of the smashed vase and the scattered flowers, dumping them into the wastebasket. 

No. “Yes,” she whispers. “I think I have the right to know. I remember how the cuts looked. At the rate I was bleeding out, stopping the blood flow would’ve been almost impossible.”

He pauses in his movement, his back still facing her. “Maybe I’m just really good at first aid.”

She doesn’t believe him. “I don’t believe you.” Her hands are trembling, and so is her voice. 

Letting the last of the broken pieces of porcelain fall into the wastebasket, he sighs. A moment later he stands and turns to face her again. “No, you don’t believe me… but you also already know what the truth is, don’t you?”

“I thought I might have been dreaming,” she admits. “Or maybe that I’d… that I’d already died.” She looks away from him. “You killed something.”

“I did,” he agrees. The swift candor makes her flinch, but she says nothing. “I went out to hunt,” he continues, “and found you. I thought it was better to take from a creature I was going to kill anyway than to take from you.”

She knows his blunt, honest words are meant to reassure her, but she can’t stop herself from trembling. 

“You’re frightened.” 

He’s still speaking softly, his tone gentle. She wonders if that is just his way, or if he speaks that way because he thinks doing so is less likely to frighten her. 

She looks back at him, trying to keep her heart from racing and her breathing even. “Was that a question?” She asks, knowing very well that it wasn’t. 

He doesn’t answer her right away. Instead, he inclines his head to gaze openly at her. There is no hostility in his expression, and it gives her the courage to study him right back. 

He is beautiful, this enigmatic man. He towers over her - not because he is using his body in an imposing way, but simply because he is so tall. She scans the broadness of his shoulders and the rounded peaks of muscle beneath his long-sleeved shirt… and suddenly it makes sense why he was able to carry her as though she weighed nothing.

But that isn’t the only reason why he’s so strong and you know it, her brain reminds her. If he is what you think he is, he has inhuman strength. 

She ignores the thought, bringing her gaze back up to rest on his face. Beautiful, she thinks again, taking in the features of his face. Dark lashes that fan out over pretty purple eyes. The sharp, handsome angle of his nose. The way his lips seem perfectly formed to fit his face. 

His eyes are kind. The thought comes to her, uninvited. She looks closer, wanting to prove that thought wrong. No… I was right the first time. His eyes are kind. 

He begins to close the distance between them in just a few strides. The closer he gets, the higher she lifts her chin in order to sustain the eye contact between them. Gentle tone and kind eyes aside, she will be damned if she allows herself to forget what he is. 

When he reaches up with one hand and draws it near to her face, she grits her teeth in an effort not to flinch. “I won’t hurt you,” he tells her, his voice soft. “It would be against my interests to do so.”

“How do I know that?”

His hand continues along its plotted course until his fingers make contact with her skin, cupping her cheek in his palm. She tries not to lean into his touch, but it’s difficult. He is warmer than she imagined he could be for what he is, and it has been so long since she’s felt the warmth of another person this way.

“You don’t,” he answers, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling as he offers her a smile that is just as warm as his hand. “But I hope you’ll trust me long enough to see the truth of it for yourself.”

She inhales - a small, shallow breath to remind herself that she is still alive. For whatever reason, he has seen fit to use his power to keep her around. Letting her breath out slowly, she shakes her head. “I don’t know enough about you to trust you.”

“I know.” He’s still smiling at her warmly. “I know you don’t.”

“I may never trust you.”

“I know that, too.” His smile never falters, but there is a flicker of sadness in his eyes. 

“Then why bring me here at all?” She knows it’s an unfair question; he saved her life, and she should consider herself lucky and be grateful that he intervened where he wasn’t obligated to. Having been snatched back from the precipice of the death she was so sure she would meet, she realizes that perhaps falling over the edge of that precipice wasn’t what she wanted at all. 

She shakes her head, struggling to find a way to rephrase her question and coming up empty. “I’m sorry.”

She isn’t sure why her words make him chuckle, and she’s even less sure why she finds herself wanting to make him laugh again. His laughter is warm, just like his eyes and his hand. It’s enticing, inviting. She’d like to hear more of it. 

“You don’t need to apologize,” he tells her, when his laughter has subsided. He strokes her cheek with his thumb. He reaches out with his other hand, gently holding her left wrist and running his fingers lightly over the bandages there. “I made you a promise.”

“A promise?” Confused, she scrunches her nose up. 

“A promise,” he repeats, but he elaborates no further.

Hesitation grips her, making her tongue thick and slow to respond. She lowers her head, her gaze on where his hand encircles her wrist. “Thank you,” she starts quietly, when she finds her voice again. She raises her chin so she can look directly into his eyes once more. “For saving me.”

He blinks at her, a beat of silence passing between them before he gives her a nod. She thinks perhaps he means to say something else, but he doesn’t. He drops his hand away from her face instead, and she laments the loss of its warmth. “You must be hungry,” he starts, turning away from her. “Let me fix you something to eat.”

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