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“𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄” ──★ !!

GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER: in which your boyfriend is not too happy about your attraction towards the young actor Choso Kamo.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ cw: smut, rough sex, jealousy, crack, squirting, dirty talk

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a/n: not what i was originally working on but found this deep in my notes :))

You and Gojo laid together on the couch. His chest pressed into your back as you snuggled under a thick white blanket. A pack of gummy bears in your hand as a smile graced your face when Rin, played by your favorite actor Choso appeared on the screen.

Gojo raised a brow, his brow raising while his chin still rested on your head, looking down at your curled lips in question. “What are you smiling so hard about?” he chuckled.

“Oh nothing, Choso Kamo is just one of the hottest men ever created.” You sighed, biting down on the chewy snack while Gojo sat up behind you.

“What did you just say?” he scoffed. Offense clear on his features as he eyed the man on your screen.

“Choso Kamo is one of the most attractive men ever? I mean.. have you seen the guy.” You replied with a giggle like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Gojo’s eye twitching lightly as his jaw clenched. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, he’s just so.. perfect. It’s a shame he’s married.” You rambled enthusiastically, eyes fixated on a man who wasn’t your boyfriend. “Not as perfect as you baby but you get what i mean.” Pressing a short kiss to his cheek before focusing your attention back onto the show.

Your attention was pulled away when Gojo roughly turned you onto your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he straddled you. His hand coming up around your neck with the tilt of his head followed by a dark grin. “So you’re attracted to other men now?”

You whimpered when his grip tightened, “Have all this to yourself yet you’re smiling over some guy on your screen.” He laughed to himself, leaning down so that his lips ghosted over your ear. His breath hot on your skin as he whispered. “Let me show you what these dumb actors you like could never do, i mean.. not like you’d ever meet him anyway.”

Hurriedly stripping you out of your clothes, “How they could never make you feel.”

You shuddered when Gojo ran his fingers between your already wet folds, running them along your slit before circling them around your clit. Your back arched as you moaned softly. “See that? Barely even touched you and you’re already soaked f’me. Pussy knows who she belongs too.”

Dipping his finger into you with a smirk. “Can this Kamo guy physically touch you like this?” You moaned once more, Gojo’s tongue running up your neck and over your ear. “Even if you got to meet him baby, no one could take you away from me.” He breathed.

Large hands on your waist flipping you onto him. Sitting up with you on his lap facing the still playing show. Sinking you down on his cock with one arm around your hips while the other snaked around your neck.

You mewled as you felt his cock pierce deeper and deeper, your ass flush onto his thighs with your head falling back onto his shoulders. “Satoruu.”

Gojo groaned, fucking up roughly into you as you moaned adorably. Thick cock hammering up into your g spot as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightening with heat as your pussy spasmed, breathing speeding up with a string of loud mewls when Gojo quickened his pace.

“Satoruu— fuck,” you clenched down on him, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling your ears along with the sticky squelch of your sopping pussy on his thighs. Gojo grinned as he forced you to look up at the screen. “Fucking look at him. This is who ya want over me? Someone who doesn’t even want ya?” he gritted, not giving you a chance to answer before he continued, “Well guess what baby, i’m the only one who could fuck you this good regardless. So even if you did meet him, you bet your ass you’d come running back to me.”

You moaned shakily, wanting to tell him that he was right. Choso was just a stupid actor crush, which meant he had nothing to be worried about. But he was fucking into you so good, so deep, thrusts mean and quick to bully your tight pussy open. Stretching you out to take all of him.

Gojo grunted deeply, letting out a low curse as your pussy messily drenching his thighs. “I’m the only one who’ll ever get to see this messy pussy.” His slender fingers rubbing harsh circles onto your sensitive clit, pulling a loud cry past your lips at the increased stimulation.

“Satoruu— nngh, ‘m cumming,” you cried with a whimper, your toes curling with the violent shake of your body as your head grew foggy. Gojo never slowing the movement of his hips as he fucked through the clear streams leaking out of your pretty pussy.

“Yeah baby? Gon’ cum for me? Or to the sight of that fucker in front of you?” he growled out, choking you even harder as he neared his release.

You let out a choked mewl, “You. Gonna cum f’ you.” Your chest rising and falling as your eyes got watery, your nails digging into his arms as you were brought closer to your orgasm.

“Sure about that?”

“Mhm- you, just you. Choso… nngh— Choso doesn’t come close,” your eyes closing as your back arched, feeling yourself at the edge of letting go. “Oh f-fuckk— you’re the one f-fucking me so good. The only one i need.” you added on with another tearful cry.

“There ya go, that’s a good fucking girl- speaking my language now. Go on baby, cum f’ me.” Watching as you fell apart on his cock with his name heavy on the tip of your tongue. Your legs trembling as your orgasm raked through your body, vision blurred as you squirted with a short scream.

Gojo whistled, “Know for sure that no one else can make ya do that.” His thrusts getting sloppy before he was burying himself inside you with a moan of his own, cock twitching as he began to pump you full of his cum. “Fuck baby, pussy’s so damn tight. The only one who can breed ya full is me.” Stilling his movements completely as spurts of the sticky substance spilled into you. “Now would you look at that.”

Your eyes peeled open to a close up shot of Rin staring sadly into the distance. The image slowly zooming in closer and closer to his face. Gojo laughed loudly, “Seems like someone’s not too happy with what he sees.” He joked, his palm randomly landing onto your puffy cunt to see you jerk with a whine. “‘S too bad for you that he’s not here to do something about it.”

You rolled your eyes tiredly with a small smile. Gojo Satoru was truly a strange man.

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LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D

♱ status. on-going (slow updates)

♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE LADY

ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE

ACT III. THE KNIGHT

ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS

ACT V. THE BLESSED

ACT VI. THE SIN

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

PROLOGUE 

Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate! 

You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes. 

No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!

In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.

Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.

And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?

Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.

As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.

“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?” 

“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”

Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.

“Will you atone for your sins?” 

“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”

As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.

Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.

“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”

There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.

And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.

“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”

“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”

“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”

In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.

Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince. 

Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?

As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.

Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?” 

Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?” 

She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.

“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.” 

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did u see them btw...

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every tear an honest plea

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It’s you?

Despite everything it’s still you.

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i love u fake dating trope. i love u arranged marriage trope. i love u enemies to lovers trope. i love u putting on a pretense for the world to see. i love u budding tender feelings. i love u quick glances and silent yearning. i love u repressed emotions. i love u mutual pining. i love u words that cannot be said but are screamed through actions. i love u—

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meow meow

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if his sorcerer career ends i hope he does porn

twt! Bom61487782

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gojo was still smiling and acting cool for his students while all this was happening in his brain ???

brother was having a stroke and still managed to fight until he couldn’t i’m UNWELL

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✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ fluff, pre-relationship vibes ++ ik spring just started but i already miss the winter. it doesn’t snow where i live so i only got to see a little bit of it during a trip i went on in december 🙁 tagging @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat in this one bc we luv holding toru’s big warm hands<3 ✰

if someone had asked, somewhere between friends and lovers is where you’d say you are with satoru.

that’s usually not a good enough answer for most, but it’s all you have to offer. everyone knows of the dynamic you both share— the longing stares and lingering touches, all the words unspoken, traded in for feelings that ring synonymously with rapid heartbeats. even a fool could see the love stored in satoru’s eyes when they meet yours.

it’s no longer a question of what-if and more a question of when… when the two silent lovers will finally raise their voices to the wind and proclaim their devotion.

in the mean time, it’s business as usual among your small group of friends. they know to leave an empty seat at your side during outings, one satoru graciously slides into with a toothy grin directed at you. they know to smile and nod when strangers mistakenly (or rather, naively) assume you both arrived together, the way you’re both glued at the hips the moment you’re in each other’s presence.

likewise, they also know to assume that if one of you steps out for a break, the other will quickly follow in tow.

(while there is clearly more than meets the eye, you’ve both found solace in the gradual rise of your more-than-obvious love for each other— like the crack of dawn, an early morning sun rising to greet the earth, kissing the ground it touches with its golden rays of light.)

it’s uncommon to step outside for fresh air during a chilly winter like this one, but the humid atmosphere of the bar you’d just exited had inspired your decision. you’d excused yourself from the table with a small smile at all your friends, eyes briefly flicking towards satoru— who was sat directly across from you this time. he was already peering up at you from behind the glass he’d brought up to his lips the moment you stood up. it was instantaneous, the look he gave you as you addressed the table; sheer instinct in the way he silently agreed to join you before you’d even opened your mouth.

your boots crushed the salt crystals littering the sidewalk as you walked a little further from the establishment, giving yourself a much-needed break from the music that had frankly overstimulated you throughout the evening. it was loud, and the bass was heavy, and the stuffy atmosphere inside with so many patrons buzzing around had started to gnaw at your very core.

you inhaled deeply, exhaling and grinning when you saw the shape of your breath float up in the crisp air in front of your face. you needed a moment to recharge, even if it meant standing under light snowfall late in the evening for an indiscernible amount of time.

you reach your hands inside your coat pockets, feeling around for your gloves before realizing you’d left them at the table. ah, well— you’ll be fine without them, at least for a little bit.

“looking for these?”

satoru’s voice cuts through your thoughts sooner than you’d anticipated; soft-spoken in a way he reserves just for these moments with you. you carefully spun on your heel, lips curling upwards on their own accord as you nodded at him. “i forgot to grab them on my way out.”

he hums as he approaches you, his own coat draped over broad shoulders while he twirls your gloves in his hands. he opted not to wear any of his own tonight, something you noticed he started doing more recently.

(when he stays outside in the cold long enough the tips of his knuckles turn red; you think it’s cute, and he likes to warm them up by grasping your hands in his.)

by the time he reaches you, a few snowflakes had already landed on his head. they blend in with his white hair, just barely standing out to you even as he halts underneath the dim light of the street lamp above your heads.

you reach out to grab your gloves from his hands but he retracts, his cheeky smile growing when you quirk a brow at him.

“i got something warmer for ya,” he murmurs, reaching forward to store your gloves in your own coat pockets. he’s quick to do so before his hands reach up to your elbows, slender fingers gingerly tracing the length of your forearm until they reach your wrists. he wraps his fingers around your wrists and gently tugs your hands forward, intertwining his fingers with your own before putting your joined hands inside of his coat pockets.

(they’re oversized for good reason, he thinks in his head.)

a small giggle leaves your lips then— another huff of air that he can visibly see, crisp and breaking through the cold temperature of the night. the chilly air nips at your face, but it’s futile against the warmth that envelops you in satoru’s presence. you feel his thumbs rub over your own knuckles, already cold to the touch after just a few minutes outside.

reluctantly, you break the lingering gaze you two shared— if only to glance around you, peering up at the glow of the street lamp to see the snow as it cascades from the heavens. you feel satoru tug at you again; the action subtle for a moment before he pulls a little firmly, stepping ever closer. he invites himself into your space, somewhere he’s always been welcomed.

his hands leave yours, but he urges you to keep them in his coat pockets while his arms snake around your middle, slipping underneath your own coat. they dance across your back while he pulls you into his embrace, sharing with you the warmth he feels blooming in his chest.

when he slots his chin over your head, he counts his lucky stars for being blessed with such a towering height. he just loves being able to nestle his cheek against the crown of your head, a lovesick grin accentuating the blush on his face from merely getting the opportunity to hold you so close.

you stay like this for a while, embracing each other in a comfortable silence, one that starkly contrasts the noisy environment you’d both just been inside of. it’s hard not to want to close your eyes; to snuggle your face further against his chest when the wind picks up, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne and laundry detergent. satoru feels so light on his feet when you do this that he thinks he’s about to start swaying side-to-side, nearly slow-dancing with you while the muffled tunes of the bar trickle into your ears like brown noise.

you feel so relaxed and so warm with him; you’re groggy by the time he pulls back from the hug, a warm hand sliding up to caress your cheek while he gazes at you lovingly. he sees the adoration in your eyes and he feels the warmth in your face, and something tugs at his heart to finally kiss you in that moment, but he holds back. hesitant for no real reason beyond his own self-doubts, because he knows from the way you licked your lips in anticipation that you were thinking the very same thing.

alas, neither of you make the move. his nose brushes against yours briefly but then he’s pulling back once more, giving you a glimpse at the blush that matches his frost-bitten features.

“we should probably head back inside soon,” you murmured softly, with no real intent of popping the bubble you’d both found yourselves in.

satoru’s smile grows softly, slowly— a love that simmers underneath a gradual heat. “just let me hold you like this a little more, and then we can go,” he promises, but his speech is uncharacteristically hushed; as if speaking any louder would ruin the tender moment.

and— well, you couldn’t exactly say you were in a rush to leave his arms anytime soon, either.

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I love it when men get all sweaty and insanely feral during sex. That's a hard-working man.

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You know when a boy has that really low grunting and then when he’s feeling good he gets all high pitched? I love that. Make him whine.

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mornings

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The moon dressed as Saturn.