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MARRY THE TRAITOR ; gojo satoru

⟡ the day you met your demise is the same day you met gojo satoru, your betrothed from a world so different from yours—a cruel prince who is undoubtedly in love with someone else. as the stakes rise and you race against the clock to beat your brutal fate, can you make the ultimate choice between your heart or your happily ever after?

includes: suggestive content, toilet talk, mentions of injuries, hostility, tension, repressed emotions, isekai-ed reader, reader is in princess cerena's body, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, unrequited love, slow burn, yandere!gojo, prince!gojo

⟡ masterlist

ACT 2, SCENE 1: THE INFIRMARY

The fading sun spilled over your mother’s deep set smile, the sight of paddy stalks swaying in the wind instantly bringing relief to your worried soul. 

You found yourself lying on the engawa with her, the veranda stretching out as far as your gaze could comprehend; your eyes lazily following the last of the brilliant orange sunset rays weaving through the idyllic pink and purple skies. Your mother laughed at something you said, and you clinked your cup of rice wine with hers, drinking deeply and heartily, content and fully at peace with where you are now.

“Wake up,” she suddenly whispered into your ear, nudging your shoulder. 

Like a mirage in the middle of a shimmering desert, her face disintegrated in front of you, warm eyes turning a crystalline, cold blue.

The magnificence of the splendid skies fade into timbered ceilings, flickers of shadows from the fireplace belching out heat dancing across the latticed wood, drawing your bleary focus towards the pockets of dark intermingling with light.

You groaned, shifting on the hard mattress, and heard a rustle from your right. 

The same blue eyes that haunted you in your dreams wavered into view, Satoru’s face hovering above yours.

You screeched, grappling for something—anything to defend yourself with—pure fear lighting up every nerve ending in your body with a vivid cocktail of adrenaline and terror.

“Calm down, woman,” Satoru mumbled, gripping your scrambling hands, trying to ease you back onto the bed.

But, your mind was filled with the rampant memories of him chasing after you through the thick foliage, the sword brandishing against your bare neck. Your pupils turned into pinpricks from the fear and your breaths came out as labored exhales, the delayed shock leaving you cold and hot all over.

“Stay away from me.” 

You tried to put some distance from him, using what little strength that was left in your limbs to push yourself further up the bed, curling your shoulders inward like a prey trying to make itself smaller in front of an apex predator.

His lips twitched in the corners, those oceanic, cold eyes freezing over with distaste.

“I spent three whole nights trying to keep your fever at bay, and this is the gratitude that I get?” 

Satoru’s incensed words barely stirred a flicker of guilt from you, your weary eyes fastened on to him, refusing to let him out of your sight. He took one look at you, this unruly princess with perspiration dewing on her brow, and sighed, reaching for a glass of water by your bedside. His grip on your chin used less considerable force than before, and reluctantly, you parted your lips, drinking from his hand deeply. 

Once you satiated your thirst, Satoru set the glass back on the hardwood side table, his crystalline gaze scrutinizing you all over. 

Closer this time, you took a good look at him. 

Dark circles bedraggled his usual princely countenance, and his frosty white hair was sticking up at odd ends, as if he had frustratedly raked his fingers through them over and over again. The scruff of a five o’clock shadow darkened his chin, and you resisted the urge to touch the fading red lesions on his face, suddenly feeling immense guilt for how you had jumped at the opportunity to harm him.

“Wasp stings,” he scoffed, raising a brow. “I knew princesses were delicate, but to faint from such a common insect bite? You are far weaker than I imagined.” 

Whatever pity you felt for him in that split second of humanity shattered at his careless and callous words. Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed, turning your face away.

“Yes, I am allergic to wasp stings,” you sneered. “I apologize that I forgot to mention that when you were literally chasing after me with a broadsword, Your Highness.”

There was little doubt of the derision at the utterance of his title, and Satoru tensed, his own eyes narrowing at your impertinence.

“Astounding. After everything I’ve done for you, Cerena—”

He turned his face away from you abruptly, as if he could not comprehend why he was here in the first place. The Prince stalked over to the fireplace, hands behind his back, watching the flames lap at the charred pieces of firewood. 

Not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, you eased from the bed, trying to stand on your shaky legs while using the headboard for support.

As if he had a beacon on you, Satoru was instantly at your side, gripping your elbow and supporting you back into bed. 

“Stay where you are, Cerena,” he hissed, the frustration in his tone unmistakable. “Do not strain yourself and hurt yourself again, you foolish girl.”

In retaliation, you glared at him, feeling the urge in your bladder overtaking your common sense to keep your distance from him. “I need to relieve myself in a toilet, you sick sadist. Let me go.”

Unperturbed by your choice of colorful words, Satoru nudged a blackened pot closer to you with the tip of his hunting boot, gesturing at it. 

“What in the world is a ‘toilet’? You shall use a chamber pot like everybody else.”

However, he didn't expect your eyes to widen as you took in the strange, earthenware. “That… is a chamber pot?” You haven’t exactly seen one before, though you had read about it in fantasy novels.

Satoru’s brows knitted together, and he looked at you as if you had sprouted two heads. 

“Do not tell me you have not seen a chamber pot before?” 

His words rang hollowly in your heated ears, and you turned your gaze from the intimidating object and back to him again, the questioning look in your eyes apparent even in the low, firelight. 

“I just… relieve myself in there?” 

You knew what this must look like to him: if you were confronted by the sight of someone who couldn’t even use a toilet bowl, you might be questioning their motor skills and mental capacities. The skepticism on his face spoke loud volumes to his consternation and faltering patience.

“Yes, Cerena. You… relieve yourself in there.” 

Unbeknownst to you, the prince was blushing, his face turned away from his befuddled fiancée, staring at the wall as if it could tell him the secrets of the universe. 

Right. You had to go and since Satoru was stubbornly rooting himself in this room, you made a sound of consternation in your throat and tried to fight off the heat threatening to burn your entire face off. 

“Could you… give me some privacy?” Politely, you added, “Please?” 

To your utter frustration, Satoru snorted, shaking his head. “So you can escape again and force me to hunt you down? No. You will relieve yourself right here with me in the room together with you.” He spun his head around to raise a brow, as if to goad you into challenging his edict. 

Flushing, you curled your upper lip over your teeth, attempting to fix a snarl on your face that you hoped would keep him at bay.

“Excuse me? And since when were you allowed to encroach into my privacy? This is insane…” 

Trailing off, you did not expect Satoru’s sneer to deepen, the flame of hatred igniting in his blue eyes, taunting you with cerulean vindication. 

“Insane? Perhaps. Smart? Yes,” his nostrils flared. “I cannot risk having you evade me for a second time, Cerena.” 

You wanted to argue that you weren’t the woman he despised, but nature’s call was hard to ignore. Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest, trying not to think too hard about how thin the nightgown was to bring attention to your curves hidden underneath the see-through linen.

It appeared as if Satoru, too, was trying hard not to flicker his gaze to your chest, playing the role of a gentlemanly prince well enough, despite the lack of spectators here to denounce his poor treatment of you. 

Staring him down, you fought to keep your natural urges under control, needing to shake him up with your determination. But, whatever stubbornness your actions were made up of, Satoru’s were multiplied by tenfold as those icy blue eyes bore into yours with the chilliness of an ocean in the middle of an icy tundra. 

Eventually, your need to go won out and you let your arms fall to your side, exhausted sigh echoing across the infirmity. 

“Fine. But, can I be spared some privacy, please?” 

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Satoru turned around, clasping his hands behind his back as he stood to the side of the room, giving you a wide berth to conduct your bodily eliminations in private. 

Hiking up the hem of your nightgown, you finished your business, finding it extraordinarily hard to keep your balance while squatting over the earthen receptacle. Satoru, having heard you clean up after yourself, turned back around, and if you dared to look closer, you would’ve seen the splotches of red adorning his cheeks betraying his natural instinct of shame at having been in close proximity to such a private occurrence. 

You struggled to get back into bed, surprised to find his hand shooting out to steady your arm, letting you lean on his strength. With barely a hitch, you flopped back onto the bed, gasping in mild pain when your aching body met the mattress.  

Now that you were far more level-headed after relieving yourself, you could give the matter at hand your full attention.

“Why are you here, Satoru?” 

Barely mincing your words or stopping to consider the delicacy of his presence right in your infirmary room. Your glare spoke volumes of your distaste and confusion; if he were a lesser man, Satoru might indulge in your obvious confusion, gloatingly holding it above your head.

“I have told you,” he uttered. “It is because I am here to watch you.” 

You glanced around, noting the quiet room and the lack of human presence which wouldn't lead to any trouble. 

“Um. Alright…” 

Without warning, he advanced closer to you, grabbing your shoulder and forcing you to look right into his glacial eyes, a terrifying glare etched on his face. 

“Your antics in the forest were beyond idiotic, Cerena. I have not forgiven you for what you did to me—” pointing at the reddened swellings on his neck and face, the thunderous look in his eyes could have consumed you alive with his pure hatred for you. “—and you will pay for this once you get better.” 

The sharp gleam of his toothy grin made you flinch, the bloodthirsty look on his face enough to make you assume the worst: that Prince Gojo Satoru was going to call for a harsh enough punishment to debilitate and agonize you. Images of a flogger hitting your bare skin, or your body dangling from the gallows flashed in your mind and you inadvertently took a step back from him, your eyes wide and fixated upon his face with a look of pure horror.

“Satoru…”

Like a great white sniffing out your weakness, the blasted man advanced closer to you, never relenting upon his frightsome smile.

“Why the sudden fear in your eyes, Cerena? Are you regretting how you treated me? The crap you put me through!” His voice rang throughout the room like a gunshot and you struggled to your feet, stumbling backwards against the wall, slapping a palm to your mouth to keep your shriek of fear from slipping past your trembling defenses. 

“Satoru, stop!” 

But, he would not listen to you. A murderous glint had overtaken Gojo’s usually stoic blue eyes, stinking of retribution and retaliation in payment for whatever Cerena had done to him. 

You could not stand for such accusations hurled into your face again, the burning need to know the wrongs the Princess had committed that earned her such wrath from Satoru disintegrating the last of your hesitation as you blurted out: 

“I am not Princess Cerena!” 

As if your words were a magical incantation, he paused. You could see the cogs turning in his head, the implications of your declaration working through his brain. 

“What do you mean you are not Cerena?” Astounded and frustrated, Satoru’s blue gaze froze over, threatening to leave you in the roiling of its frigid waves. “That is absurd. Have you gone mad? Or, did the venom of the wasp stings affect your brain?” 

You had just noticed the thin, white linen shirt he wore which exposed a sliver of his pale chest, the frosty white tips of his hair falling across his face, shading his eyes in their disarray.

Never in your life had you felt this helpless, unsure of how to piece together your words. 

“I am not her,” you finished in a quiet tone. “I am from another world. A world which is different from yours.”

Satoru scoffed, as if finding the very idea disturbing. “What other world? You know what, maybe you need to speak to the physician. This is getting out of hand.” 

Unexpectedly, you stomped your foot, training your baleful glare onto him. 

“Get it into your thick skull, Satoru! I am not Princess Cerena!” Huffing, you decided to lay all your cards on the table, uncaring how he would receive your words. Maybe he might punish you or send you to a lunatic house, keeping you far away from court. But, there might be the slim chance that he would believe you, if only you could convince him. 

“My name is Y/N and I am from Earth. I work as a florist in a family-owned shop, and before I arrived here, I was struck on the head by a thief and I woke up in Cerena’s body just as you were berating me for hurting your precious Miri.”

His nostrils flared, probably not enjoying how you brought his lover into this conversation. 

The disbelief and distrust on his face was not hard to sense. 

“What do you mean by that?” His demands were laced with agitation. “Are you trying to deceive me? That will entail a punishment far worse than when you tried to assault me, Cerena.” 

You were shaking your head before he could even finish. “No, I am not trying to deceive you, I promise. What I’m saying is real and true.”

Yet, he looked like he could scarcely believe you. 

Your quick mind came up with the idea on the fly. “Quick, tell me something only Princess Cerena would know.” 

Satoru huffed, but played along, which was a good sign. 

“Fine. Say I believe your demented words. One thing only she knows about me…” Satoru trailed off, and for a brief moment, you swore you caught a look of grief flitting across his expression.

“Tell me when is my birthday.” 

You floundered, having no idea when he was born. The prince was a mystery to you, and this was the perfect question to prove your identity that you were not the princess. 

Tossing a random date, you murmured, “December the 7th?” 

You had expected him to scoff and tell you that getting such a simple question wrong wouldn’t prove anything, when you noticed he had stiffened, those crystalline blue eyes growing wide.

“Wait… did you just say December the 7th?” 

You nodded, gnawing on your lower lip. 

“See, I told you, I am not the Princess–”

“That is my exact birthdate.” 

Satoru’s words made you come to a hard pause. You looked up at him with horror inscribed on your features. 

“Wait, I can explain–”

“Even Cerena did not know when my real birth date was…” he added reluctantly, “Royals aren’t allowed to share the precise moment of our birth and we have a fictitious date made up for the general public’s knowledge.” 

Satoru’s fixated gaze upon you burned as if you were touched by glowing embers. 

“How did you know when my real birthday was?” 

Suspicion lined his tone now, and you were well-aware that you had stepped into a different territory with a different arena of mistrust now. 

You shake your head. “It was merely a lucky guess.”

His derisive scoff burned your ears. “A lucky guess? Hardly. You know something I do not.”

Raising your hands, you tried to placate him. “I swear to you, I had no idea my guess would be correct.” 

Once more stumped at how to prove your innocence, you were struck by the contemplative thought that if you were in her body, perhaps there was a blemish of Cerena’s that only Satoru might know about.

“Okay. Since I cannot prove my innocence to you, let us try this.” You took one wobbly step towards him, his skillful cerulean gaze pinpointing your every movement with a sharp gaze. 

Standing chest-to-chest with him, you narrowed your eyes. 

“Tell me what blemish Cerena has on her body and I will show you that it is missing on mine.”

You had done a thorough examination of Cerena’s body back in Aeva’s hut, combing through your reflection in a mirror to assess who you truly were. You made the discovery that her skin was spotless, barely a mole or a wart. If Satoru had intimate knowledge of what flaws she had on her body, perhaps when she had mentioned it to him back when they were courting, you could dissuade him by proving that you were unspotted and taintless. 

Growing pensive at your suggestion, Satoru touched his forehead, trying to get his confusion under control. 

“Fine,” he relented. “Cerena has a birthmark right on her inner thigh. If you can show me it does not exist on your body, perhaps I may be swayed to believe you.” 

Perfect. You didn’t hesitate to sit on the edge of the bed, hiking up the hem of your nightgown to display your unmarked skin, the firelight throwing a warm, orange glow over the smooth expanse of your shin, like the flames were intimately caressing you. 

“See?” You uttered triumphantly, and bared yourself further to his wandering eye. “No birthmark. No blemish. I am not Cerena.” 

What you hadn’t expected was his cheeks to brighten with a blush. Satoru coughed and looked away, averting his eyes out of respect for your honor. 

“You didn’t… you did not have to show off yourself in such a brazen way.” 

Cocking your head to the side, you regard him with a confused countenance.

“What do you mean by that, Satoru?” 

He cleared his throat, the pink flush on the apples of his cheeks refusing to abate.

“You are a princess, despite who you believe you are.” The rasp of his fingertips brushing your hand sent a jolt up your spine. Satoru brushed your fist from the hem of your nightgown away, taking it upon himself to tug it back down and make you decent once more. “And princesses do not go around baring their bodies to other men… even if he is her betrothed.” 

Your brow furrowed in befuddlement, thrown off by such a chaste idea.

“Hang on,” suspicion flooded your next question. “If you claimed you were as moral as you are now, how did you know Cerena has a birthmark on her inner thigh if you had never seen it before?” 

He raised a brow, knowing something you didn’t. “It is customary for the matchmaker to scrutinize a princess from head to toe, taking in her countenance, her health and her virtue before recommending her to another royal family. I know details about Cerena’s body despite never having seen it myself.”

Oh. You supposed that made sense. 

Circling back to the topic at hand, you purse your lips. “So, do you believe me now? Believe who I am?” 

Despite the distrust swimming between the two of you, Satoru cannot deny that there was a sliver of truth in the bullshit you laid out for him; a kernel of understanding thrown in this confusing haystack of this sudden revelation.

“Say I believe you, What are we to do now? Where can I find the real princess and bring her back?” 

Satoru’s cerulean eyes glimmered with an undeniable hope, one which you regretted having to douse before it could fully bloom. 

You have no reply for his earnest question, unsure if you even knew how to get Cerena back.

“I… don’t know, Satoru. I’m sorry. I cannot answer your question. I suppose we just have to… wait for her to reappear back and claim her body.”

The next question he sprung up on you took you completely off guard. 

“So, does it mean once she returns, you will be gone?” 

You had never given much thought to your fate after leaving Cerena’s body, but you supposed it was plausible that the both of you will return to your rightful vessels once this whole fiasco was over. 

“I believe so. Though, I cannot be sure. I still don’t have any answers.”

At a mindless movement of your arm, you winced at the sudden stench you caught wafting from your body and you balked, wondering if he was being polite by not bringing up the fact that the unclean and unpleasant odor was emanating from you.

“I need a bath.” 

Despite how he wanted to continue the conversation, Satoru knew your comfort had to come first if you were to be in the right mind to give him the answers he needed. 

He stepped out of the door, barking an order for the maids to bring a tub and a fresh wash of clothes for you to change into. 

At his behest, two young brunettes rushed in, carrying a solid wooden receptacle lined with iron accents which they tipped hot water inside, letting the steam mingle with the dry humidity of the room. 

Glancing at him with a furrowed brow, you asked, “Aren’t you going to give me some privacy?” 

Again, Satoru did not relent on his compulsion to observe your every movement, his rapt gaze catching onto your discomfort. “And risk you leaving again? I told you, Ce—Y/N… I will not let you go again that easily.”

The maids continued to work, pretending to be deaf and blind to the building tension between the two of you. 

Heatedly, you retorted, “Satoru, I am injured and sick. Why would I run away from you when I am not feeling well? You are making no sense.”

He retaliated with a glare. “Sick or not, you have proven to be a thorn in my side, woman, and I will not let up my guard only for you to slip away again.”

Sensing there was no room for him to budge, you sighed, reluctantly agreeing to have in the room while you bathed.

“Can’t you at least turn around, Satoru?” 

A huff. He spun around, hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixated on a water stain upon the otherwise pristine white walls, fighting hard to ignore the stuttering beat of his heart, how he could hear every rustle of your infirmary gown melting from your body, the breath of relief you exhaled once you stepped into the warmed water.

The maids made quick work of the grim on your body, scrubbing you hard enough to make your skin shine and squeaky. They yanked through the dirt in your pink locks, brushing out the stiff clumps with a horsehair brush, tipping fresh water from more buckets by the tub atop your head and body to wash off the soap. The water was pleasantly fragranced with the scent of lavender and roses, the oils clinging to your skin and perfuming your hair. 

By happenstance, a moan slipped past your clenched teeth when they started to scrub your back, and Satoru tensed, the sudden sound sending an unmistakable thrill through his body.

The stoic prince trained his focus on the water stain, ignoring the flush of heat dusting his cheeks.

“Are you feeling better?”

His sudden question took you by surprise, and you noticed the rigid set of his shoulders, the tension underneath the seemingly innocent question. 

“I am,” you quipped, allowing the maids to grab your arms and gently hoist you out of the tub and to your feet. They wiped you down with a pair of fluffy, cotton towels, and dressed you in a new linen gown, careful to avoid the lesions on your hands. 

Once Satoru was sure you were done with your bath, he hesitantly turned back around, his cerulean gaze raking up and down your refreshed coloration, how there was more warmth on your cheeks.

A soft grunt emitted from the back of his throat, and he stiffly approached you, bearing down on you, the fire in his eyes drawing you up short.

“Now, we have to speak about the matter of your unwelcome visit to this world.”

You steeled yourself for this discussion, your mind going a mile a minute, wondering what else this detestable man might want to bring up.

Satoru, too, seemed to brace for the topic at hand, taking in a deep breath. 

“I want you to know that such a situation is not ideal, but I am willing to overlook this oversight of your presence here in court,” his curt words made you bristle, as if you had begged to appear overnight in another woman’s body—hounded and despised by the man you were engaged to. 

Your lips twisted in a glare, and you stared him down, unwilling to bend from his contempt. 

“You speak as if I wanted to be here in the first place—I do not have a wish to remain here, Satoru. I want to go back home, too.”

At the mention of home, you cursed the tremble in your voice, schooling your features to be neutral and unimpeachable. Satoru, however, was determined to paint you in a disdainful light, scorning your presence before him despite how none of it was your fault.

“Perhaps I may believe you on this, but for this moment, I am not swayed.”

You swore steam could pour out from your ears and your throat would bleed dry before this bastard of a prince would believe you. 

Echoing his maliciousness, you scoff. 

“Satoru, no offense, but you overestimate your worth to me. I am not enjoying a single moment here and if I had the chance to choose, I would never have met you in the first place.”

Dripping with poison, each word was an affront to his hubris, a dart to his superior ego and excess pride.

However, you did not anticipate those cold blue eyes to waver at your venomous declarations, a brief flash of hurt appearing across his face.

Before you could look further, he closed himself from you once more, a chilling look clouding over his entire visage.

“That is fair and reciprocated. I do not wish to burden you for a second longer with my presence, either.”

He turned his face away, and you wondered what had gotten into him; why he was being so defensive and argumentative when you were trying to help him understand where you were coming from. 

Shaking your head, you tried to dismiss those troublesome thoughts, focusing on the matter at hand.

“So, you believe me?”

Tinged with hope, you dared believe this new reveal would make him considerably friendlier towards you, or at least civil enough to not try and harm you when there was no good reason to. 

For a second, he didn’t say a word, the room filled the sounds of your soft breaths, the crackling from the fireplace.

“Hmm. A bit. But, as it stands, I have a duty towards my country and so do you.” His tone brokered no room for an argument. “While we wait for a solution to present itself, I need you to perform as Cerena—that means learn how to be an actual princess, to speak like us and act like us so as not to rouse any suspicion.”

A fair deal. 

You nodded, and fixed him with your steady gaze. Unbeknownst to you, the traitorous strap of your nightgown slipped off your shoulder, baring the rise of your collarbone to his eye.  

“Anything else?” 

Satoru’s disgruntled expression caught you by surprise, especially when he leaned in closer to grasp the edge of your linen strap and drag it back up your shoulder.

“Nothing. Have a good rest, princess—I mean, Y/N.” 

Turning away, this infuriating prince left you to your own devices and ruminating thoughts, your mind landing on the brief memory of his fingertips brushing your shoulder, leaving remnants of heat tingling across your skin. 

You tried hard to bury the sensation, clambering back into the infirmary bed and lying down, your gaze circling the ceiling. As you slipped off into an uneasy sleep, you were once again struck by the callousness of his words, how he had practically warned you to play pretend as Cerena while you tried to find a solution and go home. 

Act and speak and think like them. So as not to arouse suspicion.

You believed you could do that—you had to believe you could do that because your entire survival hinged upon putting on the best pretense this court has ever seen. 

Down the hallway, Satoru took a second to himself, leaning against the wall as he tried to keep his breathing controlled and even.

The memory of the firelight playing with your skin and hair, the feel of your smooth skin under the pads of his fingertips burned through his mind, scalding him from the longing he had tried hard to bury since the day Cerena’s betrayal reached his ears. 

His cheeks were still warm from the unexpected physical contact and he balled his hands into fists, struggling to keep them from shaking.

Once he could breathe without feeling like he would combust in flames, Satoru reluctantly walked away from the infirmary and you—focused on putting on foot in front of the other.

Attempting with every fiber of his being to smother the rising need to return back to your side and be with you again.

MTT fun fact: citrus fragrance is hard to obtain in northern haleway and is thus the royal family's signature scent

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[kuroshioi]

Him sucking your tits while fingering you and making a moaning mess out of you.

— Isagi Yoichi (aged up), Itoshi Rin (aged up), Mikage Reo (aged up), Jing Yuan, Blade

© reonaissance | dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/inklore

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I’m very unfamiliar with doing requests; but I’d like to request Blade (or frankly whoever else you feel like if you want) x gn!reader who just recently realized they were masking (autistic) and has recently stopped and had a complete shift in personality (like maybe from chipper and happy to ‘I got 2 hours of sleep and I’m running off an empty spool of thread for caffeine’ energy) if that wouldn’t be too much

sorry if it’s like a little hyper specific but I’m mostly trying to give myself a little reassurance after realizing I’ve been subconsciously masking

cw: sfw, gn!reader, masking, angst with comfort !!

Jing Yuan x reader sfw !!

wc: 450+ !!

note: I'm so sorry for what you are going thru rn at the time, I'm sorry for being late and I hope you take care of yourself pooks !!

﹒You were not sure what made you this way but you just completely stopped being the sunshine people loved and adored alot.

Jing Yuan didn't know how to try and comfort you when you looked like almost a walking corpse barely holding onto your life, he couldn't help but wanting to hug you right on the spot and tell you everything is gonna be ok and you didn't need to bottle up your feelings

maybe but in a more right way he thought to himself as he looked outside the countryard where you were sitting on a stool silently simply stating into the abyss while holding your coffee hug in your hands.

this was the fourth cup of coffee you had today and he was starting to get more and more worried about your caffeine consumption too

he sighed to himself and decided to now make his move.

Jing Yuan walked up to you with furrowed eyes and you didn't even realize his presence until he stood infront you

you slowly blinked at him when you finally caught up to what was happening currently

"what?"

you asked dryly

"love"

he said in a gentle tone

"yea...?"

you say looking up at him waiting for what Jing Yuan has to say

he gives you a gentle smile

"do you wish to play a game of checkers with me?"

you look at him slightly suprised before agreeing

"I...sure I don't mind."

Jing Yuan smiles as he already starts heading to get everything set up

"Very well then love, come with me."

PART 2 COMING SOON (DW IM NOT DEAD)

[kuroshioi]

UHHH yes hi hello..I'm back.

[kuroshioi]

*grabs you by the shoulders and violently shakes you* whyyyyy. How could you leave us hanging with that jing yuan snipettttt.

LMAOOO IM SO SORRY HELPP

I did that to leave it to ur imagination BUTTT if I manage to gather sum energy I might have a nsfw alphabet for Jing Yuan as an apology after I do sum requests if u don't mind pookie :3

[kuroshioi]

Hi hi mootie! ❤️ I originally had an small idea I wanted to write on Jing Yuan with an assassin reader, but gave up lol. Okay so: She was assigned to assassinate Jing Yuan, but found it difficult to even meet him; getting her chance to complete her task at hand it backfires on her! Inspo

Your writtig is so yummy! Also do you ever plan on writing Aventurine? i can provide you basic info on Aventurine for writing <3

cw: nsfw, mdni, fem!reader !!

Jing Yuan x reader nfsw !!

wc: 460+ !!

note: aawwh tysm for showing love and appreciation for my writings and I do plan on writing Aventurine so you're always welcome on my inbox or dms for providing info abt him !!

. Originally you were meant to be a skilled and strong assassin that was supposed to assasinate the cloud knights general so how did you end up in this situation..?

it wasn't rare that Jing Yuan would have people chasing after him because of his position, skills and what not.

and because of such matters he wasn't that concerned when he first realized your presence in the countryard while he was drinking tea but of course he did keep his guard

one time you took a slight glance out of your hiding spot to see his face and he decided to test the waters by making direct eye contact with you and how you immediately hid back in your place made him chuckle under his breath.

He tried doing anything and everything to tease and annoy you without making you realize that he knew about you.

Why? Because it was fun :)

there was no reason for him to tease you like that but for him it was so fun to see you frustrated, a blushing mess for embarrasing yourself for the huge mistakes because..

because...?

why?

it didn't make sense but it did something to him nevertheless.

Three weeks already passed, the organization that hired you was now demanding that you find a way to kill him or atleast try to hurt him as much as possible and you didn't know how and..

another thing was that

you felt like slowly falling for him

you didn't know what caused you to have such feelings for a person who was supposed to be assassinated by you so you tried to ignore such feelings

and unfortunately you had to choose the last resort and threw your feelings to the side..

or did you?

you decided to assassinate Jing Yuan while he was sleeping in his room midnight

of course... It was hard to pass around the guards, some even put to eternal sleep by you because of how annoying they were but the end you finally reached your destination

his room.

you gently opened the door to see the man sleeping shirtless in a king sized bed

"wow...I didn't know the general needed such a large bed just for one person"

you thought to yourself as you took silent steps near him and pulled out your dagger

you felt bad like really bad..

you didn't want to kill him you didn't want to do this but you had to.. you already signed the contract and took the money

so you closed your eyes and just as you were about to kill him you felt a hand grip your wrist tightly

your eyes opened up and widened in shock

"wait- what?"

just as you were about to come to your senses the general immediately threw your body to the other side of the bed by the hand he was griping (don't ask if it even makes sense idk bruh)

and sits up and cages you in his arms

"Now tell me my dear, who you might be and what you are doing in my own chambers hm?"

He said with a smirk looking at you

now the rest is for you to imagine <3

[kuroshioi]

I don't really do requests much so bear with me, but like...Sunday and keeping his s/o on a leash (preferably female since I am 😭). Pleaseeee I can't get this out of my head. Please and thank you if you have the time 🙏

wc: 460+ !!

cw: nsfw, mdni, fem!reader, established relationship, possessive sunday !!

Sunday x reader nfsw headcanons !!

note: your wish is my command !!

. it wasn't rare to see the man be possessive of you. I mean, why wouldn't he be? you're his partner, the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. It was just...one thing that confused you yet at the same time made you feel hot and bothered..

the way he shows the world who you belong to.

﹒﹒Sunday likes to have the finest things for his lover so he made a custom made collar that was made by one of the top quality leathers decorated with beautiful jewels of your favorite color that you liked. At some point the only reason why he even made you wear a collar was because he felt the eyes of some stupid men on you. He knew, you knew that even though they are having their eyes on you they can't even dare speak to you knowing what would happen if Sunday finds out but still it burned him to the core.

however.. the thing was that Sunday didn't knew how he would feel when he actually sees you wearing a collar.

. At first he didn't think of it much but it did quite look good on you so he couldn't ignore it. But after some time he started having some strange feelings whenever he started seeing you wear that now.

. Of course..Sunday was no new to the knowledge of kinks and turn ons but still he couldn't understand how to react and think about it. He decided to upgrade the collar by adding a secured lock that can used for a attachable leash.

. He isn't much hardcore in bed but God if you didn't look pretty whenever he tugs on that leash to order you something to do

. He likes tugging on your leash whenever he gives you a command, wants you to look at him while you give him a blow job or tit job

. Sunday might not let you wear that collar attached to the leash in public but he still lets you wear it around his place

. He genuinely forgot what's it's like to have sex without having your partner on a leash lol (but you can make him remember tho yk)

. He sometimes also uses a vibrator on your clit, your leash in his hands as he ramps his cock in and out of you (oh and btw he doesn't take your requests to slow down pretty)

. He tries not to get hard whenever he saw you wearing that collar because it makes him remember how he made love to you last night so passionately

. Bonus fact, tho Sunday loves seeing you in that collar he doesn't let you wear it with the leash on if his sister is near you (siblings protection. no matter how horny u are u just gotta do it)

[kuroshioi]

They know what they said right there lmao

Are you single?????

You'll never fix me and I'll never see you as a person.

[kuroshioi]

120+ followers yay tysm !!!!

[kuroshioi]

Before requesting﹒﹒

. I only write for female and gender neutral reader

. Be respectful and not forceful

. I only accept short scenarios or headcanons

Fandoms I write for ﹒﹒

. Genshin !!

Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Ayato, Neuvi, Wrio

Lisa, Mona, Amber, Yelan, Beidou, Ningguang, Yae Miko, Ei

. Honkai Star Rail !!

Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha, Sunday

Kafka, Himeko, March 7th, Acheron, Black Swan

. Tokyo Ghoul !!

Ken Kaneki (I swear I'm adding more soon PLS-)

. Note that I add more characters to this list after I learn more about their nature and personality after analyzing them so please be patient as I add more characters to this list ty !!

[kuroshioi]

we need a bottom Kaneki in our lonely life

I hope this is not too forward, but what do you think it would take to convince Shironeki to let you peg him? Do you think he would be a good bottom or would he manage to be annoying down there too

i lowk don’t think it’d be too too hard? like ofc he wouldn’t be like, absolutely babe!!!

but i think he outright says no at first. because he can’t fathom letting anyone do that to him. then, the more you push & the more you ask.. the more he kinda considers it.

i mean it’s on his mind A LOT. he’s constantly going back & forth with himself in his head. one night he’s kinda just like yeah.. fuck it.

he just walks into the bedroom & says he’s ready to try it, you get a lil too giddy & it kinda scares him..

“why’re you so happy.. what’s gonna happen to me..??”

“don’t worry abt that! just lemme take care of you ken” you say with a lil smile.

& as for him being a good bottom..? i lowk think he’s very obedient & compliant. mainly because he’s left a whimpering mess if he isn’t.

there’s bratty moments but they’re always corrected. sometimes he’s even begging for forgiveness & spewing empty promises about how he’ll be good from there on out.

you find it cute! he really trusts you with so much of himself. as you do with him.

[kuroshioi]

Please, do not tag female reader fic as gender neutral

Ah I'm really sorry for the mistake as I didn't realize that I accidentally tagged gender neutral instead of female reader I fixed it tho but again really sorry and tysm for the correction!

[kuroshioi]

(This is my first time requesting sorry if there's something wrong)

Jing Yuan having a hard time keeping it in his pants and he eventually gave up in the middle of an important meeting.

wc: 200+. cw: nsfw, mdni, fem!reader, established relationship !!

Jing Yuan x reader smut !!

note: this was in my ask box for months lol !!

. The room was filled in discussions and ways to help the Luofu to flourish in its entirety and other important matters, Fu Xuan presenting her tactics and plans to the people in the room and Yukong listening with the others carefully.

however the general of the cloud knights was unusually silent today, most people just thought the general was just lazy as always but it sure was kind of odd they will agree.

the thing is that Jing Yuan was silent because his mind was entirely filled with lustful thoughts about y/n.

his dear wife who took care of him so much, lately he hasn't been able to spend time with her because of duties that he couldn't just ignore as the general which resulted in distance between you two for some days and because of that, he also didn't get his special quality times with you.

now here he was, regretting about the fact he couldn't even spend time with his wife which resulted into a dent in his pants that was hidden under the wooden table.

god he is so horny rn he can't help it at all and you can't even blame him for it

so fucking painfu- huh?

Jing Yuan's phone suddenly started to ring as the others stopped talking and looked at him

he immediately apologized and excused himself outside as he closed the door and went outside the country yard

"hello?"

"d-darling..."

Jing Yuan immediately recognized the voice

"sweetheart? what's wrong?"

Jing Yuan noticed the shakiness and panting of your voice during the call

"mmm~ darling.. m-miss you sm.."

Jing Yuan blushed at your words slightly

"I miss you too darling but..what's with the shakiness?"

he heard you chuckle in the call before his eyes widened in realization

Jing Yuan wasn't dumb he realized with the sudden call and the connections with the previous events it had with this

"y/n, sweetheart, are you-"

"Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan miss you sm c-can't hold it any longer-"

fuck- Jing Yuan was so hard rn he barely had the energy to hold himself down now, that pretty little voice and moans of yours just fueled his desire more for you

"y/n dear please-"

*ping*

*two attachments*

Jing Yuan wasn't sure if he was even brave enough to open the attachments but..

a small peak won't do much right?

he cursed under his breath

"fuck.. that's it"

It has been more than twenty minutes since Jing Yuan has been gone and now the others were curious about Jing Yuan's disappearance

let's just say they started looking around the area in annoyance and concern while you received the best oral from your darling husband inside your home that day who broke your front door just to come inside and fuck you sweetly ;)

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listen up mfs who support these types of content and consume or create them.

It's utterly DISGUSTING get help

I'm currently writing a post about this issue and if you people see that post in the future please make sure to reblog so more people can see it.

Just found a Jing Yuan x reader smut nsfw fic where he got HIS DAUGHTER PREGNANT. I immediately reported it. @xurory has made a post about incest (blade x little sister fic) and how utterly disgusting it is. But guys, it’s not enough to just ignore it.

Report this fic. Report the other one too. There’s a difference between smut and a difference between incest. Incest is disgusting, and no one should be fantasizing about it!! I run a blog called @amarias-yandere-blog and I would NEVER write about this type of behavior. It is sickening and shouldn’t be tolerated by anyone!

To the people asking for these things, what the hell? And to the people answering them, DO NOT ENCOURAGE IT!! You are part of the problem!!! We shouldn’t be encouraging this type of shit. It ruins minds and ruins lives. If you think about your family that type of way, GET. HELP. PLEASE. ITS NOT HEALTHY

And this is coming from someone who has Autism and depression.

To everyone who sees this, I encourage you to reblog and to report and block these blogs. It’s actually fucked up. The accounts are Heartlynis and bunicate. Please, for the love of everything holy, SCREAM AT THEM!!

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Forever and together

Warning: nsfw,fem!reader, grammar issues again.TT

"Darling?" She called out to you with her sweet voice melting your heart even during such a sinful act.

You softly moaned as she gently blew a whistle near the shell of your ear.

"say, what are you thinking of currently?" You! You! You! Just you!

"come on..tell me already" you wanted to scream and shout for her to realize your devotion for her.

"y-you.." you said in a whisper like tone as you felt her leave a wet kiss on your neck

She chuckled at your answer, "me? You are thinking of me darling?"

"yea m-mmhm!!" You felt too blissed to care about your answer even if it was embarrasing

She felt pleased with your answer alot as she held your chin up to make you look at her

"then..tell me what do you want from me?" She said looking at you with an uncertain smile on her face

you felt her fingers deep inside you curling as she cooed at you for an answer

"oh darling....how sweet you look when I make you moan but don't you think you should give me the answer I deserve?" She said feeling you tighten against her fingers.

"hmm.. seems like I have to figure the things out myself" she scoffed.

"let's see what I can do with you~"