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“She’s my type! (homicidal)”

synopsis. deadpool!gojo pushes you till you break (him)

content warnings. semi-proofread, fem!reader, gojo’s annoying, blowjobs in an alley, oral f!receiving, car sex, hate-fucking(?), she hates him and he loves that, cumming early, dirty talk, cowgirl, gojo whines gojo whimpers gojo cums, seriously he cums a concerning amount of times, overstimming gojo, dumbification (him), lots of male crying, he calls reader mommy, threats of murder/killing, descriptions of intended violence

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Deadpool!Gojo is the bane of your existence, constantly annoying you with his smartass jabs, perverted comments, and terrible jokes.

Deadpool!Gojo hears the words “Fuck off, Gojo” at least 7 times daily from any given person, especially you.

Deadpool!Gojo turns off Infinity around you. He wants to feel your touch even if it’s just a shoulder graze or a punch to the face (the latter is a daily occurrence).

Deadpool!Gojo punches the air in triumph when he finds out he’s been assigned a mission with you, sprinting through the halls of the X Mansion straight to your room and bursting in.

“Heyyyyy, partner,” he sings as he skips into the room and over to your bed, flopping down on it like a child, “Ready to fuck up some bad guys?”

You groan, like you’d been doing a lot that day, ever since you found out the Infinity-wielding pain in the ass would be your mission partner. “Just my luck. Fuck me,” you mutter, packing your gear.

Lying on his stomach, he props his face in his palms, feet kicking in the air, “Oh, trust me, pumpkin. I’ve been trying. But let’s save that for after the mission, hm?” Even through his mask, you could practically hear his annoying smirk.

“Although since you brought it up,” he continues, not letting your clear disinterest deter him, “Maybe we could sneak in a quickie before the ball-busting begins? Pre-fight sex helps me focus. Specifically, doggystyle— backshots are great for an ass-kicking mindset. Cleanses the soul. Realigns the chakras n’ all that good shit. It’s science. Look it up. P-O-R-N-H-U—”

You shoot him a venomous glare that screamed, “Shut. Up.”

He immediately holds up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling sheepishly, “Or don’t. You’re right, saving it for after is smarter. Sort of a celebratory homecoming. Speaking of cumming—“

Your fist cuts that comment short, meeting his face with a satisfying crack!

Deadpool!Gojo stares unabashedly at your ass while scaling the side of a building, even throwing in an “awooga,” much to your disgust.

Deadpool!Gojo doesn’t let a time-sensitive situation like you defusing a bomb stop his sardonic commentary.

The room is silent, save for the periodic beeping of the contraption in front of you. You sit hunched over the deadly-looking device, sweat creeping on your brow, trembling fingers clutching the wire-cutter, “Red or blue?”

The white-haired mercenary lounges nearby, doing nothing to help, “You ever think about how turtles could be doing more for this country?”

“Red or blue wire, Gojo.”

“I mean, they come with their own armor! But those weird little fuckers just choose to chill in a lake all day.”

“I swear to god—“

“Imagine the damage you could do if you chucked one of ‘em at the enemy’s head, shell first.”

You grit your teeth, “They’d die. Just tell me the color.”

“The enemy or the turtle?” He shrugs, “Eh, doesn’t matter. Point is, we underestimate those green snails. Didn’t one of them paint the Sixteenth Chapel?”

“It’s Sistine, and that was Michelangelo.”

“Exactly.”

Your jaw muscles tense with barely-restrained frustration. You open your mouth to retort before you decided the device, whose timer had jumped from three minutes to one, needed your attention more.

“Here, let me help—“ he starts.

“You can help by shutting the fuck up.“

“Ooh, someone’s cranky. Is it the bomb? It’s the bomb, isn’t it?”

“It’s you, actually,” you hiss, jittery hands held over the red wire.

He throws a hand over his chest and mock-gasps, “I resent that! I’m plenty helpful—”

You whip around, grabbing his collar and slamming him into the nearby wall, the wire-cutter now hovering dangerously over his crotch. You let it close slightly, the metal jaws just barely touching him, eliciting a low moan from him— half from pain, half from something else.

A low, menacing growl leaves your mouth, tone dripping with threat, “One more word and you lose a testicle.”

“…hot.”

And then you punched him in the face again.

(You do end up defusing the bomb, with seconds to spare at that, no thanks to him.)

Deadpool!Gojo compromises your stealth when he leans against a very obvious “CALL SECURITY” button.

Alarms blare, red lights flash, and within seconds, a swarm of armed men flood the room.

He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish look, “Oops…? Hehe.”

Fucking idiot. You contemplate feeding him to the enemy.

Deadpool!Gojo relies on his katanas and martial arts more than Infinity or other powers in battle—purely to impress you. He swings dramatically, flips unnecessarily, flexing his “raw skills.” It’s like he’s performing rather than fighting.

Mid-battle, covered in blood (not his), he frantically waved at you, “Y/N! Did ya see the finishing move I pulled on that guy? Fuckin’ sick, huh?!”

You do not respond. He pouts.

Deadpool!Gojo wolf-whistles when he sees you nail a villain with a kick to the nuts.

“Ngh- oh yeah, me next.” he likes CBT for sure

You nearly drop your weapon, “What in the fuck—“

Deadpool!Gojo takes the time for a dance break, mid-fight.

“I’m Every Woman” blares through the speaker system— when the hell did he get control of the comms— as he full-on belts the song, complete with hair flips and hip swings. (songs also on that playlist: tell it to my heart by t. dayne, wannabe by spice girls, 10 minutes by lee hyori, baby one more time by b. spears, love don’t cost a thing by j. lopez)

You seethe, yelling from a far corner as you take down another guard, “GOJO, TURN THAT SHIT OFF OR SO HELP ME, I WILL RIP OFF YOUR DICK AND FEED IT TO YOU!”

He loudly moans from under his mask, “Hngh- oh yeah, keep talking about my dick, babe— I’m nearly there—”

Deadpool!Gojo is smug as hell after knocking out a final thug that had you in a headlock.

He drawls, self-satisfied, and points finger guns at you, “You’re welcome. I’ll take my thank you blowjob now.” To which you give him a murderous scowl.

Deadpool!Gojo makes it so you both have to abort the mission to escape. Turns out pressing a “CALL SECURITY” button brings, well, security. A fuck ton of it.

“If we survive this… pant… I’m strangling you with your own mask,” you snarled, sprinting alongside him, dodging bullets and hellfire.

“Aw, babe, you’re so cute when you wanna kill me,” he pulls up his mask to flash you a grin.

You punch him a third time, mid-run.

At Sister Margaret’s, Deadpool!Gojo watches you dejectedly explain to the team how you fled enemy territory empty-handed.

Deadpool!Gojo then pulls the very item you were after out of nowhere, revealing dramatically that he’d pocketed it when you were busy fighting. (vague ass mission, pretend “item” is sumn important pls)

He doesn’t miss your fuming face in the crowd— but pretends to.

Should he have said something to spare you the frustration? Probably.

Was his way more fun? Definitely.

Deadpool!Gojo has an innocent look but is internally giggling he’s dragged him by the collar to the alley behind the bar.

“Woah, easy with the threads, sugarplum. This stuff’s custom-made.”

“You absolute pain in my ass,” you growl, yanking his mask off to reveal his annoyingly attractive face.

His piercing blues glinted with mischief, a smirk playing at his lips, “Oh, sweetheart. if you wanted me in your ass, you could’ve just asked—“

“You had the artifact THE WHOLE TIME?!”

“Oh! Great twist, right? Did you see their faces? They were all ‘omg gojo! gojo’s so smart and cool, we love him! he deserves several blowjobs as thank you! and I volunteer to be first! no, I volunteer. no I voluntee—‘“

“SHUT. UP! You made me think we FAILED, asshole! You humiliated me in front of everyone, you insufferable, selfish, reckless, piece of—“

“Oh sweet, I love a good hate-fuck prelude.”

You surge forward, crashing your lips against his, effectively silencing whatever bullshit would leave his mouth next.

Deadpool!Gojo is speechless when he suddenly finds you on your knees, his cock halfway down your throat, and has to physically fight from cumming too quickly—your loud, wet sucks and gags not helping the fight at all.

Deadpool!Gojo has extreeemely sensitive balls and is a congenital yapper. Not a good combo for when the person sucking his dick is also someone who thinks of ripping out his larynx every time he opens his mouth.

He groans, letting his head fall back against the brick wall, fingers fisting in your hair for support. True to his nature, he tries and fails to keep composure with sarcastic quips, “Ah, there’s my thank you blowjob. Cuz’ I was beginning to wonder— ngh!”

He doubles over with a choked gasp, his cock jerking in your mouth when he feels your teeth graze the sensitive vein along the underside—deliberate and warning. The message in your eyes was crystal clear: Shut up or I will bite.

And he wisely obliged. For about ten seconds before—

“If you’re hah- trying to get me to ngh- apologize for the mission, you sure picked a hnghh- h-hell of a way, babe. s-shit- i did technically save your ass, y’know- oh wait no- not the balls- they’re sensitive- seriously, anything but the balls- wait wait *don’t—* fuck! shit! fuckshitfuckshitfuuuuuuckkkkk!”

He spills down your throat embarrassingly fast, his chest heaving, throat catching on a half-choked moan, “Ah- hah- t-t-told you- *cough*—“

But it’s fine because the sight of you gulping down every drop of his cum has him immediately hard again.

Deadpool!Gojo eats you out like a man starved— on his knees in the back of your Honda Odyssey, of all places.

Not that he’s complaining. He’s quite happy to be suffocating between your thighs, his nose buried deep in your pussy folds, licking and slurping like it’s his last meal. (mf the type to go “nom nom” or “gobble gobble” or sum shit while eating kitty)

The most pathetic whimpers and mewls leave him as he *aches* to touch his cock, which is dripping leaky faucet, globules of precum bubbling at the tip, but he can’t— courtesy of you tying his hands behind his back.

He’s also a messy eater, slobbering and drooling all over your clit like a rabid animal. At one point, he tries to motorboat your pussy, the man is unhinged.

And somehow, even with a mouth full of pussy, he’s still.

fucking.

talking.

“Mmh- fuck you taste so sweet- *lick* pussy’s so delicious- *suck* could eat you all night- mmmh- shit you gettin’ close? yeah yeah cum for me, baby- cum on my tongue, pretty please? squirt all over my face with this pretty lil cunny- mmh pleas—“

You cringe. Christ, his dirty talk sucks. You’ll have to fix that for next time—

Next time? Why the hell were you thinking of a next time?

On the brink of orgasm, you tighten your grip in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan, “God- ngh- do you ever stop talking?”

In frustration, you forcefully buck into his mouth, hoping to shut him up. Jokes on you though. That just made him cum.

Hands-free.

Just from eating you out.

He shudders, a choked moan ripping from his throat as hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out onto the backseat carpet.

He doesn’t let up, however, making sure to take you over the edge with him, tongue-fucking you through your high and his own. Your gasps and moans are sweet music to his ears, your clit pulsing against his tongue as you drench his face.

And still, he doesn’t stop. He slurps up your juices, his tongue invading every crevice of your cunt, greedy for every last saccharine drop.

God, he fucking loves your pussy.

Deadpool!Gojo cries and whines like a bitch while you ride him into oblivion.

His blue eyes are locked onto your bouncing tits, pupils blown wide in awe. He’s drooling, hands roaming aimlessly—gripping your love handles, palming your ass, cupping your breasts—unable to decide where to settle.

God, he wishes he had more hands.

Your pussy is heaven to him. Hot, wet walls squeeze his cock like they were made to ruin him. It’s so good, so unbelievably good, his vision blurs with tears.

You’re so fucking beautiful.

So so so beautiful…

THWOP!

And so fucking cruel.

THWOP!

You slam down on his cock with a cruel force, the skin of your ass slapping against his thighs.

THWOP! THWOP!

The lewd schlick-schlick’s of your pussy swallowing him echoes in his ears, mingling with his breathless, broken moans.

He’d be well past his fifth orgasm by now—if you weren’t such a sadistic, heartless bitch who hates happiness.

…his words.

Because for the past hour or so, you’ve been fucking him like his dick owes you money, always stopping right as he’s about to cum.

Like right now.

You hover over his swollen tip, eyeing him smugly. He’s a mess. Flushed cheeks, damp lashes, glassy azure eyes pleading up at you.

Oh, but the real sight is what’s below— his cock twitches desperately, every individual vein begging for friction. His balls? Overloaded. Heavy. Drawn tight. Concerningly big. How the fuck he still have cum left to give?

Gojo swears you hold his life in your hands. If you didn’t let him cum right now, he’s pretty sure he’ll die.

Pride shattered and dignity obliterated, he wails, voice cracking, “Hnghhh- fuck- OKAY! ALRIGHT! I’M SORRY! I’m sorry about the artifact! I thought you’d think it was cool—I was wrong! I’m sorry for humiliating you, I’m sorry I’m a dumb fucking cock-for-brains idiot who only thinks with his dick— IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMFUCKINGSORRYYYY!!!”

His hips desperately rut upward, chasing the last bit of movement he needs to finally, finally cum. “Now please! Let me cum! I need to cum! I NEED TO CUM! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE, MOMMYYYY!”

You paused.

…did he just say Mommy?

Oh, he is gone.

You mentally file this moment away— prime blackmail material for the next time he gets smart with you.

For now, you’re content. You got what you wanted: an apology from the Merc with a Mouth and the pleasure of watching him fall apart.

A Cheshire grin curling your lips, you give a single, permitting nod—then slam down onto his cock, hard.

Gojo damn near ascends.

Deadpool!Gojo moans like a girl when he cums in the loudest, sluttiest, most pornographic way.

His eyes roll back, mouth falling open. His entire body convulses, back arching off the car seat, muscles locking up as the orgasm annihilates him.

He cums harder than he ever had, the air ripping from his lungs as he shoots his creamiest load yet. His cock pulses with every desperate burst of sticky, gooey seed—your gummy pink walls now sprayed white. His abs flex violently, spent, while your greedy pussy yanks him deeper, intent on milking him dry.

And then, the worst thing happens.

You keep moving.

Deadpool!Gojo pleads with you to stop fucking him, fully sobbing through the overstimulation.

It’s too much. His nerves are fried, he’s slowly going stupid. Hell, he just might be already. His cock is helplessly quivering inside you and his whole body’s shaking. Pearly tears slip down his cheeks as he begs you to stop moving on his cock.

“P-please—please! t-there’s n-nothing l-left! i c-can’t c-cum a-anymore! i-i’m f-fucking e-empty! i’m fucking shooting blanks! i-i’m begging, please don’t m-make me c-cum again! I’ll break- I’LL BREAKKKKK!!”

He chokes on a sob before his cock pitifully spurts out another empty load.

Having had your fill of his miserable begging, you generously oblige. You dismount, lazily glancing back at the wonderful mess you made.

Deadpool!Gojo is left ruined, utterly destroyed after you’re done with him.

His head lolls to the side, tongue hanging out, drooling as he stares at nothing. His limbs shudder weakly, his cock now soft and limp, still giving the occasional pathetic shiver.

A stupid, cum-drunk grin stretches across his face as he meaninglessly babbles like an idiot, “c-cum… c-came… s’ m-much… ah… can’t f-feel my d-dick… love it… t-thank you…“

Gone is the bravado of the cocky, sharp-mouthed antihero.

Lying there, wrecked beneath you, is *your* broken little bitch—Satoru Gojo aka Deadpool.

a/n. women bullying men during sex>>> originally wrote this with hawks from mha in mind then realized he n gojo are the same person in different fonts. it was tough writing this tbh cuz i had to balance both personalities. i still think he ended up more gojo than dp anyway sighhh. i hope people like it and if you don’t, that’s ok but please be kind :)

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gojozballs · 4 months ago

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saw this on twitter, nerdjo giving you backshots while studying for his upcoming midterm tmr

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gojozballs · 5 months ago

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Gojo Satoru x Freaky Fiancée Reader

Warnings: [Mature themes, explicit content, sexual innuendo, public displays of affection, jealousy, and suggestive humor.]

Materialist

Gojo meets a woman who’s even more of a chaotic mess than he is, and somehow they end up in a whirlwind of teasing, jealousy, and bad decisions, all while trying to out-crazy each other.

First date? More like first attack.

Satoru thought he’d be the one to take the lead, but you proved him wrong when you yanked his collar and pulled him in for a deep, heated kiss before he could even flex his charm. The man was stunned eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks slightly dusted pink but of course, he recovered quickly, smirking against your lips. "Damn, sweetheart. So much for a first date should I just propose now?"

Can’t keep your hands to yourself?

Neither can he. The moment your relationship became official, you turned into an absolute menace. Satoru loved physical touch, but he didn’t expect you to constantly grope, squeeze, and tease him at every given moment. Whether it was sneaky ass grabs while walking or sitting in his lap with zero personal space, he was in heaven. "Baby, you're gonna kill me at this rate."

Public menace? Absolutely.

Your favorite past-time? Randomly grinding against him in public—just to see him malfunction. Whether it was in crowded subway stations, fancy restaurants, or even at Jujutsu High, Satoru’s poor self-control was constantly tested. "B-baby—?! W-we are in public—!!" He stammered, gripping your waist to stop your subtle movements. But did he actually stop you? No. Because next thing you knew, risky quickies became a thing.

Flash attack, incoming.

Satoru was in the middle of an important call when you casually walked up to him, pulled your shirt down, and—BAM. Boobs. Right in his face. "Satoru, look." His reaction? "W-what—?! Uhuh, yeah—uhm, I gotta call you back—" Click. He’d give you a scolding (which was completely useless) and five minutes later, he’d be dragging you to the bedroom.

Jealous Y/N is a nightmare.

The one time Satoru had to save a random girl from a curse, you hit him with the most petty, soul-crushing punishment. "No touching for a week. Actually, two weeks." Satoru looked like you just told him candy was outlawed. "B-baby—please! I didn’t even look at her!" "Why don’t you ask that girl for kisses, then?" you huffed, dodging his hands. "Baby, her whole existence is nothing to me! I was just doing my job!" "Well, saving her means you wanna marry her. So off you go." The only way you’d fold? If he fucked you in every position and in every corner of the penthouse. And believe me Satoru put in the work.

Satoru? Stressed? For the first time in his life?

He thought he was the freakiest person on earth until he met you. You were a literal walking thirst trap with zero shame, and for once, he was the one getting overwhelmed. "Baby, I can’t anymore—" he groaned, head thrown back against the couch. Did that stop you? No. You had one goal: ruin him. And you did. Every. Single. Time. "What happened, Toru? Thought you could handle me?"

Nanami’s Daily Suffering

Y/N sauntered over and plopped onto Gojo’s lap like she owned it. Arms around his neck. Zero shame. Gojo smirked, hands immediately settling on your waist. “Well, hello there, baby.” Nanami, sitting across from you, exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Must you do this here?” Gojo leaned into Y/n, voice dripping with mischief. “What, Nanami? Jealous?” Nanami stood up with a look of pure exhaustion. “I’m off.” Gojo chuckled. “C’mon, Kento, don’t run from love!” Nanami didn’t even look back. He was done.

Wake Up Call

The moonlight spills softly into the room, illuminating the tangled sheets. Satoru stirs in his sleep, feeling movement from his fingers. His eyelids flutter open to find his hand tucked inside Y/N's undies, seeing how she moves his fingers inside her. "Aww, baby... why didn’t you wake me up?" His voice is husky, a mix of teasing and concern, his thumb brushing over her clit as he speaks. Y/N gasps when his fingers move, inching deeper, his touch igniting something inside her. The moment feels charged, electric. "I... I didn't want to disturb you," she whispers, her breath catching in her throat. But Satoru’s smile only widens, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his voice low and velvety as he leans in closer, his fingers pressing deeper with a slow, deliberate pace, making sure every movement is felt. The teasing warmth of his touch makes Y/N’s heart race, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan. Satoru's eyes gleam with mischief, his fingertips curling just right. “Aren’t you adorable, baby? We’re not sleeping until I’ve made sure you’re completely taken care of… every single inch of you.”

Finally

Satoru and Y/N were a match made in absolute chaos. The first-years had long started placing bets on who was more of a menace Gojo or Y/N and at this point, even the students were giving up trying to figure it out. Shoko, ever the skeptic, was just glad her best friend had finally found someone who could match her madness, or at least try to.

At their wedding reception? Let’s just say they’d officially traumatized everyone in the room.

Satoru stood up, grabbed the mic, and flashed that signature grin. "I never thought I'd meet a woman who could keep me on my toes every day and night,” he said, voice oozing with mock sincerity. “But here we are."

The room collectively braced itself, already knowing where this was going.

“You bet we’re gonna have five babies or more!” Satoru shouted, throwing a wink at Y/N, who immediately gave him a deadpan stare.

Y/N rolled her eyes, giving him an exaggerated look of mock horror. "Five, Satoru? What, are we trying to break the world record?" she shot back, making sure everyone heard her.

Satoru shrugged, unbothered, leaning into the mic. "Hey, I’m not saying we need more, but the more the merrier, right?" He flashed a grin so devilish it could’ve set the whole room on fire.

Shoko, sipping her drink in the corner, muttered, "I need a second drink after that one..."

Y/N leaned in, her voice dropping low, barely a whisper. “If you really want five, we’ll need a bigger bed. You ready for that, love?”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing. “Oh, I’m ready for whatever you throw my way, baby.” His eyes sparkled with a dangerous promise.

From the back of the room, someone whispered, "God help us all."

And just like that, the chaos continued. The couple carried on with their day, leaving the guests equally horrified and entertained somehow, somehow... happy for them.

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gojozballs · 5 months ago

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Nightmare with Gojo Satoru

Warning: [Some story contains NSFW content, suggestive humor, violence, strong language, and mature themes.]

Main Materialist

In a world bound by reality, I find myself lost in the fantasy of Gojo Satoru's embrace

Tales & Teas Get ready for a wild ride of sharp wit, royal secrets, and hilarious tall tales as a commoner’s stories unknowingly catch the attention of a crown prince in disguise sparking an unforgettable rivalry with sparks flying!

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Sparks In Shibuya Gojo Satoru unexpectedly finds himself on a date with the famous actress Y/N after charming his way out of a sticky situation, only to leave his students and colleagues in shock as their teacher becomes the center of an online frenzy.

The Curse He Can't Let Go A powerful sorcerer Gojo Satoru becomes entangled with a peaceful yet mysterious curse, leading to a dangerously intense bond that blurs the line between desire and possession.

Sake & Shenanigans Hold on tight as Gojo and a tipsy Y/N turn Nobara's birthday into a comedy of chaos, with flirty banter, embarrassing moments, and a whole lot of drunken fun!

Vengeance In Obsession A once wholesome bond between teacher and student spirals into a dark tale of revenge, obsession, and unyielding desire as Gojo Satoru’s love for his former sensei twists into something dangerously unrelenting.

Bimbo Protected By a Powerful Obsession In a world where fame is everything, Y/N, a bubbly "bimbo" with a hidden side, finds her life taking a dark turn as her obsessive, yandere lover, Satoru Gojo, will stop at nothing to protect her by eliminating anyone who dares to threaten their twisted bond.

How To Escape A Yandere Gojo Satoru’s obsessive love traps Y/N in a dangerous, yandere relationship as she desperately tries to escape, blurring the lines between captivity and affection.

Peter Pan A young woman yearning for something extraordinary is swept into a bittersweet romance with a mysterious, otherworldly man, only to face the heart wrenching consequences of love, obsession, and the clash between fantasy and reality.

Yandere Nerd A brilliant but shy and obsessive nerd, Satoru falls hopelessly for Y/N a bold, popular, and effortlessly cool girl leading him down a dark path of unrelenting devotion and desperation as he fights to keep her, no matter the cost.

Doll A doll, captivating Satoru who never desired a woman, where Satoru's relentless love for Y/N leads him to transform into a lifeless doll, forever binding them in an unbreakable, chilling connection.

Consumed By Emperor In the blood-soaked arena of Ancient Rome, where violence is the highest form of entertainment, a woman trapped in the vicious cycle of gladiatorial combat must face not only the brutal fight of her brother but the terrifying interest of the Emperor himself, Gojo Satoru, who sees in her something far more intriguing than the battlefield.

[New entertainment]

Freaky Fiancée Gojo meets a woman who’s even more of a chaotic mess than he is, and somehow they end up in a whirlwind of teasing, jealousy, and bad decisions, all while trying to out-crazy each other.

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Gojo x Reader "Consumed by Emperor"

Warnings: [This story contains dark themes, including obsessive behavior, yandere tendencies, manipulation, and violence. There are depictions of physical and emotional abuse, and elements of power imbalance.]

Yep, guess this is turning into a yandere series

Materialist

In the blood-soaked arena of Ancient Rome, where violence is the highest form of entertainment, a woman trapped in the vicious cycle of gladiatorial combat must face not only the brutal fight of her brother but the terrifying interest of the Emperor himself, Gojo Satoru, who sees in her something far more intriguing than the battlefield.

Ancient Rome a civilization where violence was the highest form of entertainment, and bloodshed in the arena was nothing but a spectacle for the masses. The Colosseum roared with life, a deafening mixture of jeers, laughter, and thunderous applause.

Among the sea of cheering spectators stood a lone woman, her fists clenched tightly against her sides. Y/N, a woman who loathed the brutality of these fights, yet found herself trapped within their cruel grip.

She had no choice.

Because the man in that pit, the so-called "punching bag" gladiator, was her older brother—Fushiguro Megumi.

"Megumi, you promised! You promised that you'd stop! That was supposed to be your last fight!" Y/N’s voice cracked as she grabbed his wrist earlier that day, desperation clear in her eyes.

Megumi scoffed, shaking off her grip. "Quit it, Y/N. This is my dignity and pride we're talking about."

But what was dignity when it was at the cost of his life?

And now, here she stood, watching yet another fight where people cheered for his defeat, waiting for her world to be shattered yet again.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the Colosseum, making Y/N’s stomach churn.

“Are you ready for yet another brawl?”

A deafening roar of excitement surged through the stands, making Y/N grip the edge of her cloak. She hated this. She hated them. She hated this place.

“Fushiguro Megumi the all time punching bag returns!”

The crowd erupted into laughter. Y/N felt her blood boil, her nails digging into her palms so hard that she almost drew blood.

But the next words that left the announcer’s mouth?

They sent ice through her veins.

“However—there’s a twist! Since someone of immense power has decided to grace us with his presence… What an honor for such a punching bag to fight against our one and only Emperor Gojo Satoru!"

A collective gasp rang through the Colosseum before the crowd exploded in cheers.

Women squealed, men chanted his name, and a heavy air of admiration thickened the arena. Y/N could hear the people around her gossiping, their voices buzzing in excitement.

"The Emperor himself? Is this a joke?" "Why would someone as powerful as him waste his time on that pathetic gladiator?" "Well, it’ll be fun to see him crush that loser in an instant!"

Y/N shut her eyes tight, forcing herself to drown out the noise. She already knew who Gojo was a ruler as untouchable as the gods themselves, a man who basked in absolute power, a man whose icy blue eyes had never once flickered with mercy.

She had seen him before, countless times, but he never mattered enough for her to care.

Until now.

The arena fell dead silent as two figures entered the pit.

Megumi stood tall, his muscles scarred from countless battles, his breath steady. He had been preparing for this moment his entire life, but even he knew this was different.

Across from him, Gojo Satoru stood with an air of effortless arrogance, his golden laurel crown glimmering under the Roman sun. Unlike the usual battle-worn gladiators, he wore pristine, snow-white robes, a stark contrast to the blood-stained sands beneath his feet.

He didn’t even bother drawing a weapon.

"This is disappointing," Gojo hummed, rolling his shoulders lazily. "You’re the one they keep throwing in here? What, are you Rome’s favorite plaything?"

Megumi’s jaw clenched.

Gojo grinned, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he took a slow step forward.

"I expected at least a little challenge, but look at you so serious. So angry. Hah, is it because your little sister is watching?"

Megumi lunged without hesitation, his gladius slashing toward the Emperor’s throat.

But in the blink of an eye—Gojo was gone.

The next second, Megumi found himself on his knees, a crushing force pressing down on his body. His breath hitched as he looked up—Gojo stood above him, completely untouched, a smug smile dancing on his lips.

"You’re slow," Gojo sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you’d be fun."

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Y/N’s nails dug into her palms so hard she could feel blood seeping from her skin. She wanted to look she wanted to see what was happening but she knew if she opened her eyes, she would break.

Gojo’s voice was mocking, playful, yet dripping with something much darker beneath the surface.

"Tell me, Megumi, does it feel bad knowing she’s listening?" His voice lowered, only for Megumi to hear. "Knowing she’s hearing every little insult, every little laugh, every little whimper you make?"

Megumi growled, trying to push himself up, but Gojo’s boot pressed against his back, forcing him down.

"She must hate this."

A slow, taunting chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips as he leaned in closer, whispering just loud enough for Y/N to hear.

"Or maybe… she’s just too scared to open her eyes."

The laughter of the crowd roared in her ears. Y/N’s entire body trembled, her chest tightening with rage, with helplessness, with hatred.

And for the first time—Gojo turned his gaze directly toward her.

Even though her eyes were shut, even though she refused to look—she felt it.

A slow, creeping sensation of being watched.

A chilling amusement, a predator’s interest.

And worse?

The suffocating feeling that this man this untouchable, all-powerful ruler had just found something new to entertain himself with.

Her.

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