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𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚆 𝙼𝙴 .·:·. recently posted . . . vampire!gojo

arlo, twenty six, way too invested in fictional men

this blog is mainly for jjk gojo and geto, maybe lads caleb

minors dni nsfw and potentially dark content

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killer!suguru part two up next 🫡

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vampire!gojo satoru who knows from the moment he sees you cross that threshold that you're a hunter. the dim lighting of the bar is no problem for him—sharp, icy eyes follow you, watch how your own eyes slide around the space with intent, always prepared for anything. they see how, at just the right angle—just barely—a small silver decal of your family crest gleams on the hidden holster at your hip. there's no doubt that anybody else would miss it, but gojo satoru is not anybody else.

it's why he saunters up to you and buys you a drink.

and you're not stupid, either—you've grown up in this world, were born and raised to be a hunter. it's in your blood, the roots of your family tree. you know exactly what he is. when your hands brush and you feel the cold skin of his fingers, it's not accidental. he wants you to know.

it's a game of cat and mouse, but who's the cat? the mouse?

you're both enjoying it too much, both rightfully confident in your abilities. at first, you dance around it. method acting, like either one of you could ever be a normal, regular person. purposely acting oblivious as if at a moment's notice, something couldn't shift and end with one of you choking on your final struggled breath.

the game continues, escalates—

satoru pushing you up against the wall, panting into your open mouth with eyes such a clear, unnatural blue that they're almost see-through. your palm firm against him as you force him flat against the bed, straddling him—

the wooden stake you trail lightly, teasingly down his toned chest. his teeth bared in a wicked grin, fangs protruding, head tilted upwards enough that they graze the soft skin of your throat. he fucks you better than any human ever has, ruthless, hard snaps of his hips like neither of you will live to see another day—

but somehow, you always do. you'll kill him eventually, you think. he's sure he'll kill you, too—but while you both wait for the other to strike first, is it so wrong to keep enjoying the game?

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Killer suguru!!!! I need a whole frickin fic abt it!!!!AHHH 🙇‍♀️

oh my god, i really was considering making it a fic when i was writing out the idea. i loveeee dark suguru. i'm glad you liked it :)

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you watch with a heated stare as brat!satoru finishes with a low whine, your hands now painted white as they stay wrapped around the base of his pretty, pulsing cock. when you flit your gaze up to meet his, his jaw is clenched tight, the startling blues in his eyes burning like a searing flame as his bare chest heaves.

without giving him a moment of relief, you flick your wrist, wiping the cum on the back of your hand down his shaft before pumping him at a quick pace. the movement is messy, slick with the new lubrication – it makes his lips part, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs. he grunts, breath staggering.

“fuck,” he exclaims at the overstimulation, throwing his head back onto the couch’s armrest. his arms tug at his sides, but his hands are tied behind his back, stuck underneath him.

you don’t even fight the wry grin that splits across your face. “after all of the shit you were talking, you can’t even handle this?”

his hips swivel, legs kicking slightly as his body tries to escape the overwhelming sensation of you swiping a thumb right beneath the painfully bright head of his cock, the area overly sensitive.

satoru lets out a broken moan before laughing wildly, almost in disbelief. the hurt is too good and his body squirms, abdomen clenching and unclenching with every wet stroke.

“fuck! – fuck you,” he stutters out through loud laughs, eyes closed tightly. completely senseless.

"i thought you were the strongest," you tease. his words don't hold much power when he can't stop himself from whimpering, little ugh's and ah's that cut through his maniacal giggles.

"i hate you—," his retort gets cut off when you squeeze him a little tighter, cupping his tip with your palm.

"you hate me?"

he fully whines, high pitched and drawn out, a pathetic sound as he pulls against his binds – to no avail. one of his legs is now hooking over the top of the couch, unable to stop moving, to stop trying to get away.

"yes, yes, i fucking —,"

his hips stutter as another orgasm is forced out of him when he doesn't even expect it. a choked noise escapes the back of throat. you can't help but snicker, watching his back arch and muscles tighten before his body goes completely limp.

you slowly let your hands come to a stop, peering up at him. sweat drips down his temples. he looks absolutely beautiful, skin hot and rosy, white hair darkening a bit as it sticks to his glistening forehead. a slow smile pulls at your lips.

humming in thought, you run a single finger feather-light across his slit. satoru's head snaps up, adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you know he knows what's coming.

"i think you can do it one more time, then. maybe it'll make you change your mind."

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Need more killer suguru !!! Waaggrhrgfhd

say less. i'll cook something up for you :)

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killer!geto suguru who met you through shoko during a night out.

he finds himself quickly taking a liking to you. you're cute and sweet, if not a little quiet. your innocence wafts off of you. a frail little lamb.

no one knows about his secret little side hobby. he's completely convinced himself he's doing a morally good deed, stalking off into the night and ridding the world of the sick and twisted vermin who would be better off dead. it's the best way to act on the thoughts, the urges that he no longer wanted to control. it's what's right.

he's only a bit unlucky when he runs into you one night, just after shoving a freshly-gory hammer into his small duffel bag. what's a weak thing like you doing out after midnight, anyway? you weren't even looking up when you bumped into him. such a late hour with no sense of self preservation. pitifully naive and unaware.

when you catch your balance and begin to apologize, your words fall short when you realize it's suguru. with the way the streetlight is placed just behind him, he's perfectly blanketed by the shadows of the night and you don't even notice the damp, dark liquid splattered on his shirt, the red dotting up his throat. you're smiling up at him, pleasantly surprised, but he can't hear what you're saying to him –

because a smear of blood from his sleeve has made a home against your cheekbone.

when he gets home he fucks his fist to the image of it. there's blood still hardened in the cracks on his knuckles, liquifying once more with the wetness of his cock. he pumps his length in frantic, uncoordinated strokes and pants at the memory fresh in his mind:

he'd taken a half-step closer, pupils blown out as he held a large palm to your jaw. his callused thumb brushed gently against the soft skin of your cheek until you were clean again. pure again. the sound of your breath hitching, confusion swirling in your eyes... the sudden desire he'd had to keep it there. let it stain your face a rotten hue, have you see it for yourself.

he keeps having these dreams, with skin rubbed raw and blood around his mouth. when he looks in the mirror, it's you looking back at him.

it's so beautiful.

he decides he wants you, then. to keep entirely for himself – to ruin. if he's a little more vicious the next time he kills, it's only because the thought of you filthily writhing and moaning underneath him has pushed his need to see someone bleed to new heights. it's your fault, so of course, you should take responsibility. it's what's right.