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PRINCE GOJO ENGAGED TO WHO?

tags:fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), smut, (pussy slapping, fingering, etc.) GOJOS A MUNCHH, ōral (f. receiving), spit gojo gets jealous, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, kissing, mdni idk what to add..

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engaged?

your heart races wildly as the crowd of guests erupts in applause, celebrating your supposed “engagement.” you tug against his firm grip, but he refuses to let go.

looking up at him, you find him already gazing at you with pure admiration, effortlessly convincing everyone that you two are a happy couple. scanning the room, you spot your parents in evident distress, and your heart sinks further seeing the king in hysterics, his guards struggling to calm him down.

speechless and stunned, you stand by gojo’s side in the center of the ballroom, all eyes on you both.

still reeling from the shock, gojo thinks of another absurd thought. he leans in, cupping your face, and pulls you into a passionate kiss. you gasp at his boldness as his tongue slips into your mouth, eyes widening at the unexpected kiss. the crowd claps even more in awe. gojo then withdraws, his face flustered, planting a kiss on your cheek before lowering to your neck, his quiet moans fill your ears as he deeply inhaled your sweet scent.

“s-satoru, people are watching,” you nervously whisper into his ear, pushing him away, but he doesn’t budge. “mm, let them watch,” he murmurs, raising to whisper in your ear, biting it as you begin to find his audacity strangely attractive.

just as everyone admired at your display of affection, all attention shifts to a horrifying scream echoing loudly through the gala. the crowd near the garden doors parts, and you turn to see ayana, staring at the two of you in absolute shock. she looks utterly unhinged, her always-perfect hair now messy, makeup smeared as she lets out another piercing scream, startling everyone, including you.

she moves closer to both of you, and gojo instinctively guides you behind him, protectively. “you whore!” she screams , pointing directly at you, causing the entire audience to gasp at her words.

“everyone, this pathetic lowlife stole my husband! we were together first, planning our future!” she exclaims, her voice cutting through the room as guests start to murmur to each other. for the first time, you find comfort in gojo's embrace, his touch easing your nerves despite the turmoil he has brought into your life.

but he's also the man who has made it his mission to destroy you.

“says the woman who intended to kiss prince nanami in the garden, knowing he's engaged,” gojo replies sharply, causing your heart to race with fear that he might reveal your connection to nanami. “and hired another man to witness it, ayana. you're different,” he adds, prompting you to loosen your grip on his arm.

hiring another man to witness it.

you never informed gojo about the other man; you only shared about nanami and ayana. your eyes flutter as you glance between ayana and gojo—he knew.

he knew about the plan; he orchestrated this.

“you knew?” you whisper, your voice trembling, as he turns to face you, watching as you begin to step back.

ayana appears amused, realizing you were unaware of gojo's involvement in this scheme. “oh, ruru, you didn't inform her it was your plan?” she taunts, approaching both of you as the audience gathers around, their murmurs growing louder.

the situation overwhelms you—gojo closing in, ayana exacerbating things, and the stares of the audience. i need to get out.

just as you're about to turn and run off, you bump into someone. startled, you look up to find nanami standing there, his gaze piercing as you wish you could disappear, never to face the public again.

“kento...” you whisper tearfully, but his expression remains impassive, focused on ayana.

“everyone, please follow us for dinner in the other room,” ayana's father announces loudly, once again startling the guests, who shuffle away with loud footsteps toward the adjoining room for the next event.

you shut your eyes, dreading the judgmental stares of the guests. after a while, the sound of the doors closing signals that the guests have moved on.

“what the hell are you two doing!” the queen exclaims angrily, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor as she approaches. your mother trails behind her.

“do you two understand what you've just caused?” mrs. gojo's voice cuts through, making you feel like you've ruined their reputation. “we've planned for a perfect prince—or rather, a perfect king—to marry you, and now you decide to take matters into your own hands?”

gojo rolls his eyes at his mother's outburst, turning his attention to you. he reaches toward you, pulling you into his chest, away from nanami, glaring intensely at him. your mother dramatically wails how naturally you've grown closer to gojo.

“y-your majesty... she's been plotting to steal your son away from me,” ayana interjects, her tone laced with feigned sorrow, pointing at the two of you for proof. hoping to gain the queen's sympathy.

“satoru, you knew she was to marry nanami. stop interfering!” the queen directs her frustration at her son, who continues to disregard her.

“i knew you would do something, but don't worry, i will fix this,” the queen declares confidently as she strides away toward the extended area where the guests have gathered, leaving the four of you alone in the empty ballroom.

you push out of gojo's grasp and exit, needing to distance yourself from everything and process what just happened.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you sit in the carriage—well, gojo's carriage—waiting impatiently for him, knowing no other carriage would dare depart without its intended passenger. voices murmur among the guards, and you strain to hear gojo's footsteps nearing.

the carriage door opens, and gojo steps in, his eyes locking onto yours. “i don't want to speak with you,” you say quickly, cutting off any attempt from him to start a conversation. he nods silently and takes a seat opposite you, his gaze unwavering.

“i had to do it,” he begins, and you roll your eyes at the sound of his voice. “i had to do something for myself. i need you,” he confesses, his words hanging heavy in the air. you stare out the window, watching castles pass by as the carriage rolls on.

“you don't understand how much i crave you. my thoughts are consumed with you. seeing you with him set everything off,” he continues, his second love confession almost prompting a smile, but memories of how he's tormented your life flood back.

the carriage comes to a halt, signaling your return to gojo's palace. “goodnight, prince gojo,” you say, a hint of defiance in your tone as the guards open the door for you to exit. you stride towards the entrance, determined to maintain your distance despite his confession.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you stare at the ceiling as morning rises, you haven’t gotten the best sleep due to everything that occurred the night before. you wish everything was a nightmare and you’d wake up in nanami’s arms.

but the unresolved chemistry between him and ayana hangs heavy.

you groan loudly, reliving the events of last night when you caught nanami and ayana in the garden. “i need to get out of this place,” you mutter to yourself.

rising from your bed, you head towards the bathroom adjacent to your bed. just as you reach for the door handle, it swings open, revealing gojo.

he’s wrapped in a towel snug around his waist, casually holding the ends of a linen cloth around his neck, water droplets all over his toned body as a smirk playing on his lips as he meets your gaze.

shamelessly you let your eyes roam over his beautifully sculpted figure, his larger frame casting a powerful presence. your gaze settles on his chest, where a lotus flower tattoo adorns his left pectoral. 

your eyes began to lower to his abs prominent as he’s been working out a lot. unconsciously your eyes roam lower and lower, staring at his-

his voice breaks through your thoughts, “careful now.” how long have i been staring? “if you want it, all you have to do is ask,” he purrs, his words tempting.

“when did you get in my room,” you retort, avoiding his tempting offer. 

“right after you fell asleep,” he answers, turning to check himself out in the mirror. “you kept holding onto me all night. you talk in your sleep,” he teases, as your jaw drops of how embarrassing it is.

“‘t-toruu, harder mmh~“ 

your mortification peaks as he mocks your sleep talk. you slap his arm to silence him, but he only laughs.

“nothing to be ashamed of, I can give it to you hard mm?” he taunts, but before you can react, he leans down and kisses you. hard. it’s almost a natural thing between you two.

his hands trail down, gripping your waist as he guides you backward towards the bed. breaking the kiss, he softly pushes you onto the mattress, where you find yourself admiring how good he looks hovering over you. maybe this mattress is really good…

the bed dips as he crawls closer, spreading your legs to accommodate him, maintaining eye contact as he moves. impatient, you reach for the back of his neck, pulling him closer, messily making out with him.

your mind goes dizzy as he begins to kiss you lower, going from your neck to your breasts. switching from one breast to another as he massages them through your night gown. you moan his name loudly, not caring how loud you are.

he grins as he sees your face contort in a needy expression. gojo continues to showers you in kisses. he stops below your stomach as one of his hands bunches up your silk night gown to reveal your pussy, bare.

“mmh, were you expecting me?,” gojo murmurs as he teasingly brings his fingers to your slit, feeling how drenched you are. your arousal glistening as your clit twitches, needing any form of stimulation. you’re squirming as he teases you, not wanting to give you the satisfaction you desire.

“I want it ‘toru, wan’ you,” you say breathily, bucking your hips to feel more. he chuckles at your neediness, intrigued by this side he’s never seen before. 

lowering his head, he draws very close to your heat, teasing you mercilessly. tears well up in your eyes from the intensity of his teasing. 

you realize he’s getting off on teasing you, he loves the way your body reacts to him, this fucker.

“f-fuck you,” you manage to gasp out but he ignores your protest, as he focuses on kissing the sensitive skin on your thighs, sending waves of frustration through you.

“such a dirty mouth,” he purrs, finally nibbling at your clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you. he grins, loving the effect he has on you, and spits flat against your intense heat, watching as the glob of saliva dribbles down, down, down to your entrance. oh how messy he loved to be.

gojo restrains himself. holding himself back from going absolute feral, just the sounds of your soft pleads and moans gets him insanely hard. fuck, he thinks.

“how bad do you want me-”

“are you fucking kidding me?” the interruption freezes both of you. your heart sinks as you turn to see ayana standing in the doorway of your room. you try to push gojo away discreetly, but he refuses to budge, unfazed by her presence. he cannot be serious..

he pays no attention to ayana as he dives in, devouring you with desperation, causing you to moan loudly, your embarrassment mounting as she observes. the silence is beyond awkward, it gets worse as the loud squelches from your pussy is all that is heard.

gojo could honestly care less ayana’s watching as he eats you out like a hungry man, devouring your pussy as his tongue laps up your arousal, alternating between his tongue and long fingers. you moan so loud your back arches against the bed as you feel so ashamed that she’s still watching. 

“so fuckin’ wet,” he notes, muffled against you, as he lifts his head to look at the mess. unexpectedly he slaps your pussy, bullying your poor cunt as you almost cum then and there. gojo goes back to eating you, as if you’re all he needs.

struggling to muffle your sounds, you try to cover your mouth, but gojo stops to look up at you. sensing that ayana still hasn’t left. his pussydrunk expression makes your pussy throb once more. he turns his head to look at ayana in annoyance.

“can’t you see we’re busy?” he says coldly, while you finally catch your breath, avoiding ayana’s gaze.

“t-the royal authorities are expecting you two in the ch-chamber,”  ayana stammers nervously as gojo shamelessly brings his fingers to his mouth, moaning softly at your taste. 

is this from last nights scandal?

gojo rolls his eyes, turning back to you. “we’ll be there,” he dismisses her, his lack of concern evident.

“all your families are waiting,” she adds before slamming the door, her anger noticeable in the forceful slam.

“‘toru we need to g-go” you urge as he clearly doesn’t care as he leans closer to you, kissing your sensitive spot on your neck.

“ugh- whatever, I’ll see you downstairs,” he whines and pouts, not wanting to leave you. you swear you see him tear up.

“you need to get out before they get even more upset,” you scold, and as he finally rises from the bed, you notice the damp spot, cringing at the sight. before he leaves, he plants a quick peck on your lips, smiling softly before exiting.

what have we done…

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after quickly freshening up, looking far more presentable than when tangled in bed with gojo, you enter the chamber connected to the large gojo estate.

inside, the room buzzes with activity—royal guards, authorities, your parents, nanami’s family, the king and queen. across from them seats nanami, ayana, and gojo opposite them, facing the stern authorities. fuck.

all eyes turn to you as you enter, the last to arrive for this crucial meeting. you take the empty spot on the couch between nanami and gojo, with ayana seated on the other side of gojo—how convenient.

“we’ve all come to an agreement. the authorities are giving you a choice,” the king announces, his displeasure evident.

“we’ll proceed with gojo and ayana’s immediate marriage,” the queen declares, prompting gojo’s visible anger and ayana’s concealed satisfaction. the queen then turns her gaze towards you as she continues, “you will move to the countryside and cut off all contact with nanami’s and my own family.”

your heart sinks at the queen’s harsh decision, feeling betrayed and treated unfairly. gojo stands up, angrily protesting.

“if that choice does not satisfy you,” the king intervenes, silencing gojo with a commanding look as he sits back down, his rage radiating. “you will be married off to one of my distant relatives overseas, leaving prince gojo, prince nanami, and duchess ayana here to restore their reputations in society. either way, our families will be connected to the haras.”

tears well up in your eyes as you turn to your parents, their pained expressions crushing your heart.

“don’t i get a say in this? as future king, shouldn’t i have some input?” nanami interjects, surprising you with his defense when you thought he was angry at you. “it’s unfair that my ‘almost’ wife is bearing all of the punishment.”

“you’re not king yet. your path to the throne required marriage. it seems you’ve forfeited that chance, prince nanami,” the queen retorts, pointing towards you.

“send me away, strip me of my title, just please spare her. it was all my doing,” gojo pleads with his parents and the authorities, willing to shoulder all the blame and punishment on your behalf.

“and tarnish our reputation further? ‘toru, dear—”

“i think sending her away would be the best solution for everyone,” ayana interjects, her words landing like a dagger, intensifying your anger.

“ever since she arrived, it’s been nothing but whoring herself to these two, especially ruru!” ayana continues, seeking pity from the room.

“it’s infuriating how he ‘mistakenly’ moans her name during sex…” ayana exposes gojo’s accident, shocking the entire room. you turn to look at gojo, watching his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the king scolds ayana for her untimely disclosure.

“you have three days to make your decision. until then, you are all dismissed,” the king concludes, ending the tense meeting with an ultimatum that leaves you feeling more lost and burdened than ever.

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mdni; tw for rough sex, degredation, overstimulation, fivesome (whoopsie..), brief name calling at the end, just mean men fucking you ig

can’t stop thinking about tengen, kyojuro, giyuu, and sanemi passing [reader] around like a back alleyway whore 😕

like they would be so rough, so nasty about it. any praise just a bit too condescending to be comforting, kisses too rough and hands too firm. mocking your whines and laughing at the tears brimming your eyelashes.

“what? s’too much already?” one of them would coo, and another would scoff, “awe, don’t be so sensitive, we’ve barely even done anything to ya,”

which is a lie, of course, because they’ve been stretching you full for hours now. pushing you past the brink of exhaustion. pounding into you until your knees were collapsing- only for one of them to prop a pillow under your tummy, instead.

“c-can’t take it- ah! hah, too much, too much,” you’d slur through swollen lips and a bruised throat, “feels t’good,”

and they’d listen to your whines like it was music to their ears, their responses nothing but filthy words and curses. while one or two are thrusting into your overused holes from behind, another is positioning himself in front of you. tapping the head of his cock against your cheek, smearing his precum on your lips.

“c’mon now, open up.”

and you would, because no matter how much you whine and cry and plead, you still can’t deny the ache in your body when they treat you like this.

“there ya go, that’s our good lil’ whore,”

Im so obsessed with ur guts x Nerd! reader and I had a little thought I wanted to share, what if nerd! reader wore something / started to wear things out of her normal style, like tighter clothes, tube tops etc just fine ass clothes I have an example tyy and I love ur work babes <33333333

hi baby, thank you! protective guts, slight choking.

“absa-fuckin-lutely not.” he says, arms folded and a pout on his face. his foot taps, him looking up and down at you. “youre not going out like that.”

“its not even that bad!” you say, folding your own arms and gritting your teeth. “what, my guts cant fight for shit?”

he raises an eyebrow, quickly and swiftly wrapping his hand around your throat and looking down at you. it felt scary, a big man hovering over you and staring down at you, ready to eat.

“…note taken.” you whimper out, his face getting close between that junction of your ear and neck. “okay, okay.” you claw and push at him.

“why the sudden change in attire, beauty slut?” he asks, hand never moving away from your neck and his lips graze your ear. “tell me, and ill give you what you want.” he suggested, a tease in his voice.

you look to him, a doe eyed expression and a fat bottom lip. he chuckles, a thumb grazing your lip. “yeah, you thinkin’ about it.. you want a kiss, dont you?” he asks, a fanged smile on his own plump lips. you nod, his eyes getting lower. “yeah, wan’ a kiss? tell me why the sudden change in clothes.”

“b.. because i wanted to try something new.” you sheepishly say, feeling his hands curve around your hips and waist. he plants a kiss on your neck , kissing up your jaw. “thats it, i swear.”

“if you wear those out, im with you.” he says, looking you deep in the eyes. “understood, prettiest nerd?” he chuckles when you nod, biting your lip. “come get your fuckin’ kiss.” he demands, pressing his lips against yours and holding you.

“never knew you were controlling of my clothes.”

“thats not controlling, woman.”

2003

Genuienly what the actual fuck is wrong with JJK fans, if you dont know a few days ago i posted this post and I have apparently copied someone elses smau and have been send threats over it (only in my inbox, luckly not the comments):

So i'm gonna tell you this:

1. I got this as a REQUEST, it was not my idea to being with and heres where I answered the ask, there are many smau creators on this app, i am not going to check every single one to make sure they haven’t done that prompt

2. I have @/nanaslutt blocked just because shes an adult that has MDNI on her blog and i am in fact a MINOR, I am the type of person who would accidently like a post while scrolling thro the tags, so like i do with most mdni blogs i see i blocked her and I just never think about those blogs again

3. Unless i used the exact same phrasing in my messages and characters as miss nana (which i wouldnt be able to know since i would rather not go and see the post because she has MDNI and i want to respect her bouderies), then i really wouldn’t call it “stealing” like so many people say in my inbox have

This is nothing against miss nana. So yeah thats it, thank you for listening to my rant

this is so cute, laios is such a good brother

how to grow the fuck up

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