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~𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your marriage to him had always gotten in the way, but what if the two of you tried to make it work out.

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, mature, suggestive, slight angst

Warning: language, somewhat dysfunctional marriage, mentions of breeding (non-kinky), mild manga spoilers (Gojo's past arc), slight misogynistic themes, Gojo being a dick jerk for a little bit.

Word Count: 3.9k

Notes: I tried to keep Gojo as canon as I possibly could, he does get a little OOC at some moments. Also, I didn't give Y/n a specific cursed technique because I wanted you, the reader, to be able to create/pick the cursed technique of your choice. ٩(˘◡˘)۶

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Gojo Satoru had only met you a few times, once being when you were kids and the other times being when you were both students, you being from the Metropolitan Curse Technical College in Kyoto and Gojo being from the one in Tokyo.

After Satoru was born, the family immediately started looking for a suitress for him among the clans. So, when word got out that the L/n clan had conceived fraternal twins, one of them being a girl, not too long after Satoru's own birth, the Gojo clan jumped onto the opportunity.

Your first encounter with Satoru Gojo was when the two of you were 7-years old.

The meeting wasn't intentional, it had just been a matter of time and place. You had managed to escape your etiquette lessons to watch your brother training, something you did often. Satoru had happened to be there when you had arrived one day. Your families, unknowingly to you, had made an arrangement for the white-haired boy to train with your brother.

From birth, your family had always paid more attention to your brother, thrilled that he had inherited the family technique. You had inherited the technique as well, but because of gender roles and you were being set to marry, you were forbidden to train along with him.

You were never upset with your brother, but you would be lying if you said you weren't jealous of him. You knew jealousy would not accomplish anything, so when you snuck to your brother's training sessions, you would watch everything he and his instructor accomplished and taught yourself to do it better.

However, your spectating session on that day was cut short. Satoru had quickly spotted you out, and out of curiosity, he approached you. Before he had the chance to talk to you, your father had come over, noticing Satoru's disappearance.

When he came over and found you skipping out on your lessons he quickly became displeased, but since he did not want to cause a scene in front of his guests he let you off with a warning.

After that first encounter, you only noticed how Satoru only kept screwing up your future plans.

When you began going to the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College, after getting your brother to convince your family to let you attend, you saw Satoru a bit more. However, you were more aware of your arrangements with him and it made encounters a bit awkward.

Being older, you realized your marriage to Satoru would get in the way of your plans of becoming a professional Jujutsu sorcerer.

In the world of Jujutsu, especially when being a part of a clan, a woman had one role, which was to bear strong heirs to a clan. In your case, you were supposed to bear the Gojo clan a strong heir. It almost seemed unfair that you didn't have a say in the matter, the assignment given to you since birth. It disgusted you.

If you had a say, you would be unmarried, driving yourself to be the best Jujutsu sorcerer you could be.

Regardless of your situation, you would still try to find a loophole to your problem. Whether it be cutting off your marriage somehow or finding a way to be married and still become a sorcerer, you would sacrifice almost anything.

With these thoughts in mind, it became one of your reasons for finding it hard being around Satoru. The other reason was that Satoru wanted nothing to do with you.

The few times you had encountered Satoru when you would occasionally visit each other's schools, you would try to make conversation with him. Although you weren't thrilled about your engagement, you didn't want to be completely miserable. Every time you tried to talk to him he would give your short responses or try to find some excuse to leave, usually saying he needed to help Geto, his friend.

The excuses were obviously lies and his friend Geto was beginning to become a little concerned.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

Satoru looked over to find his best friend who was pointing his thumb towards someone behind him. Looking at where Geto was pointing, seeing you walking away, he sighed.

"I don't hate her," he blankly said.

Geto turned his head to look back at you, before bringing his attention back to Satoru.

"Then why do you keep avoiding her?" he asked.

"It's nothing," Satoru quickly responded.

"Then why aren't you over there talking to her?"

Satoru let out a big sigh of annoyance, clearly getting sick of the topic. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about his arrangements, but it was clear Geto was going to keep asking questions.

"I just can't stand being around her," Satoru started, trying to be careful with his next words, "She's a suck-up, Geto. She's the elders' perfect little doll."

Geto sighed, deciding to drop the topic. He felt like there was something deeper that Satoru wasn't explaining, but he couldn't figure out what. He wasn't going to try to push anything out of him, knowing it would only make matters worse; however, he felt like he could get answers by observing you at the goodwill event.

Those plans were quick to flush down the drain

"Where is she?" Satoru had asked suddenly when seeing your brother had made his arrival.

Quickly understanding what Satoru was getting at, your brother heaved a sigh before giving him an answer.

"She withdrew from the event," he said in a somber tone.

Geto knew something was off once hearing the answer and tone your brother gave, but that wasn't the only thing. Based off of a few things he heard from Ieiri, you had been nothing but excited about the exchange event, so why would you withdraw?

The answer was simple really, but Geto was never able to figure it out.

Your engagement had gotten in the way once again.

Your father said it was inappropriate to be competing against your fiancé and that you weren't prepared for such an event anyways.

He couldn't be more wrong.

That day was the first time you had let your emotions get the best of you. When you found yourself in your room you lost all control of yourself. You had thrown all of your personal belongings to the ground and had even punched your mirror, completely breaking it.

The injury you had received from that reckless action was covered up with bandages and a simple lie, saying you had burned your hand while practicing your cooking.

It didn't take long for your wedding day to arrive. You could specifically remember the night before. Spending that time with your brother, who was the one person who could truly understand you.

You would miss living with your brother. He had always been there for you and never looked down on you, he had always seen you as an equal. In some cases, he would consider you his other half.

You would really miss seeing him every day.

The morning of your wedding, servants burst into your room to get you ready. Putting you in the bath, brushing your hair, clothing you, applying your make-up. If you were being completely honest you could hardly remember half the things they did to ‘beautify' you, you were spaced out most of the time, not snapping out of it until they left.

"This isn't me."

Those were the words you muttered when you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked like some sort of princess, a true aristocrat, but that's not who you were. You almost ripped off the suffocating garments, but before you could get the chance your brother walked into your room, ready to escort you to the ceremony.

Lifeless.

If there was one word that could describe your wedding, that would be it.

You and Satoru hardly made eye contact. The one time you managed to get a good look at his face it was clear that he wanted to be anywhere but there, he was completely miserable and the ritual of purification hadn't even started yet.

You would have to say the worst part was when the two of you exchanged your vows. They were empty, and while you were able to use a clear and natural tone, Satoru could hardly bring himself to do that, almost muttering his vows. You didn't even want to get started on the kiss you shared. You weren't expecting anything passionate and deep, but the quick kiss he gave, hardly being a kiss at all, had left you a little offended. Regardless you took it and went on to conclude the ceremony. Were you that revolting to him?

When the ceremony ended, you both begrudgingly attended the wedding reception. You didn't talk to each other, not once. There was the occasional glance but that was it.

Satoru didn't even stay for the whole thing. One minute he was there and the next he was walking out the door. He had said something along the lines of having business to attend to. You couldn't really blame him though, you didn't want to be at the party either.

The only topic that was presented at the party was your future children, the children you were not planning on having any time soon. Even if Satoru wanted children soon, which you highly doubted, you were willing to be selfish and straight-up reject the idea.

You spent the rest of the night with your brother, finding comfort with his presence as some of the elders and guests came up to give their congratulations and blessings.

After a couple years of being married, you and Satoru had made little progress. He didn't treat you terribly, but he still acted indifferent when he was around you. Satoru had already made his evaluation on what kind of person you were because of that he tended to your 'special needs' and did nothing more.

Too busy with trying to loop yourself into becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer, you had no time to be upset or annoyed, you took it all with a smile on your face. Unknowingly to you, that was what Satoru hated the most about you. No matter what treatment you got whether it be from him, your family, or the elders, you took it with a smile on your face as if you had no backbone. He wanted you to snap, to yell at him, the elders, anyone really, but you wouldn't. You took the punches with a sickening smile on your face.

It wasn't until Fushiguro Megumi and Fushiguro Tsumiki did things really start to change.

You remember when Satoru came home and told you about his plan to take custody of the two kids. He had shocked you with his words, but because of the circumstances with their father, their only parent figure, being dead, you didn't have the heart to reject the idea. If you were being honest you were scared to be housing two kids and not because of them but because of yourself.

You never wanted kids, at least your own, but still, it never came to mind how fostering or adopting would work. You feared that you would be disgusted by them and neglect them; you feared that you would overall hate them. You realized those fears were foolish when you met the kids.

To make sure the kids were more comfortable, you and Satoru had come to a silent agreement to try and act more like a married couple. This had involved a lot of teasing on Satoru's end, which annoyed you a little, but it felt nice to see him treat you like how he treated his friends, it was different. Even though it was more of an act, you would still like to think it was real because it felt nice to look at him and not think about how repulsed he was by you.

However, today, he had taken it a bit too far.

Satoru had been training Megumi, but he ended up getting called into a last-minute assignment. He had left Megumi's lesson half-finished but had promised to pick it up when he came back. Even though Megumi said that he understood, you could see the little bit of disappointment and annoyance he had.

Although the situation wasn't exactly the same, Megumi's slight disappointment and annoyance had reminded you of yourself when you were his age.

Occasionally, your brother would try to teach you what he had learned at his training, but because you both lived separate lives, you preparing to be the perfect little wife and him preparing to be a strong Jujutsu sorcerer, your schedules didn't really align, that is why you began going to his training sessions to self-teach yourself.

Because of your little flashback moment, you decided to finish the lesson Satoru had left unfinished. You walked up to Megumi and gave him your little offer. You swore you saw the boy's eyes light up a little bit, which was rare because he never showed much emotion, other than annoyance, in the first place.

Leading Megumi to somewhere more private, due to the prying eyes of the estate staff. You feared that if the staff saw you training the boy, they would go off and spread rumors. Knowing the elders, you knew they would misinterpret the situation and would think you were organizing a mutiny, most likely resulting in execution.

For the rest of that morning, you trained the boy. You had noticed that Megumi was a fast learner so you were even able to go beyond Satoru's lesson. After a few hours, you eventually stopped and treated the boy to a pleasant lunch along with Tsumiki.

As you watched the two Fushiguro children eat, you heard footsteps. The cursed energy was strong and because you hadn't expected Satoru to come home anytime soon you panicked for only a moment but quickly recovered, preparing yourself for any attack that may come.

The door to the room slid open, and before you could do anything you realized it was Satoru after all, he had managed to return from his mission early. Although, when he came into the room he looked a little confused. Deciding to ignore his abnormal behavior you turned to the kids, who had finished their food. You quickly made your way over and picked up their dishes, exiting the room before Satoru had the chance to do his normal teasing.

While exiting you heard muffled voices, as if in conversation, but decided to ignore them. It didn't take long for you to end up in the kitchen, the dishes being taken from you by one of the cleaning staff members.

Walking out, you saw Satoru and Megumi in the training room, door wide open. You tried to quietly make your way over, but Satoru had startled you.

"Would you like to watch Y/n, I saw you sneaking around over there," he said in a teasing voice.

Hesitant on what to say, you stood there in silence for a few seconds. It wasn't until your eyes shifted over to Megumi, seeing his anticipated expression as if he wanted you to stay, looking at you.

"I suppose it will be more entertaining than writing a letter to my parents," you sighed out.

You sat in an unoccupied corner of the room to watch them spar a little for a few minutes , at least that is what you told yourself. You sat there for an hour watching them, you observed Megumi using some of the techniques you had taught him. Your heart began to swell with pride until Satoru stopped, a look of confusion on his face.

"Where did you learn all this Megumi, I don't remember teaching you those moves?"

"Y/n did, she helped me finish the lesson you were teaching me," the boy innocently said.

Your body froze the second the boy mentioned your name, then your heart when Satoru turned around to look at you.

"That's enough for Today Megumi, go hang out with your sister," he said, not taking his eyes off your form as you slowly got up.

Noticing the tension in the room, Megumi left, but not without a bit of hesitance before doing so. After Megumi closed the door the room was deadly silent, the tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife.

"Did you really help him train, Y/n?"

"I-I..."

You didn't know what to say, you were in too much shock. How do you explain you've not only hidden the fact that you had full control of your cursed technique, but also the fact you had been masking your cursed energy ever since you were a little girl, that's why he had never picked up on it when you were kids or when you were students.

"I'm just messing with you Y/n, you don't have to cover for him," Satoru chuckled, "You're too weak after all."

Your eye twitched a little when he uttered those words.

"Excuse me, too weak?" you muttered darkly.

"Well I mean, you might have a cursed technique, but you were too busy becoming a trophy wife, you hardly had time to actually learn how to control it, right?" Satoru said in a teasing tone.

Your jaw clenched, but you weren't going to lose control, your future depended on it.

" Right," you mumbled, hanging your head low.

"Right," Satoru said in disbelief, "Is that all you have to say?!"

Before you could cut in to say something he continued, his voice getting louder.

"Shit! Y/n, you can defend yourself you know that, right?!" he yelled out angrily, "I can't believe I had to marry someone that has no spine! Do you just enjoy being treated like shit as long as you get a life of luxury?!"

That is the moment you snapped.

"You know what Satoru, you're right," you started off in a dark tone, "I have been pretty spineless, but I am not living a life of luxury!"

Satoru was about to interject, but you didn't give him the chance.

"I have to hide behind a mask every day and suck up to those old bastards! Oh, and then there is our marriage! Believe me, when I tell you this Satoru, I was not psyched to get married to you either because it ruined my entire life! I wasn't supposed to be some trophy wife, I was supposed to be a Jujutsu sorcerer, but because I was given the assignment of being your wife since birth, that all went away!"

You took a deep breath before continuing.

"It fucking sucks to have a husband who has painted you out to be some entitled princess that is nothing but a nuisance, but I guess being married to you is better than being married into any other clan because at least you don't see me as a breeding hole, right?!"

At this point you looked like a crazy person, eyes blown out, your hair messy, your clothes slightly disheveled. You had hardly noticed how close you were to Satoru, but once you did, you let out a big sigh and took a step back to leave space between the two of you.

A moment of silence passed.

"You know, I've been waiting for you to yell at me for the longest time now," Satoru said letting out a small laugh, "feels kinda shitty, especially after hearing what you had to say, makes me wonder if it was even worth it."

"Are you saying that this was some shitty excuse for a test?" you asked in disbelief.

"No, honestly I wasn't expecting you to say anything," he said, putting his back against the wall and sliding down it, "I know this might sound shitty, especially now, but I'm sorry, I had no idea that you were going through all that crap."

You sighed and took a seat next to him before giving him a response.

"Yeah it does sound shitty," you let out a small laugh, "But thanks for making the effort to apologize."

Satoru chuckled as he leaned his head back against a wall, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to say, he was still processing the past twenty minutes.

"So what are we going to do now?" you asked as you looked off into space.

There was a moment of silence, however, this time it wasn't suffocating; the silence was comforting for the first time in a while. You and Satoru couldn't remember the last time silence felt nice. It stayed like that for a while, the comfort too great to break.

"Let's start over."

You looked over at Satoru, a look of confusion on your face.

"What do you mean?" you asked, still lost on what he meant.

"I mean, let's start from square one, as none of this had ever happened, let's try to be an actual married couple, a non-dysfunctional one."

"How would we do that?" you questioned, not even sure where to start.

"Maybe we should start with a proper introduction, we never got the chance to do that," Satoru said, turning towards you and extending his hand, "Hello, my name is Gojo Satoru and I really like sweets."

You snorted as you turned to face him.

"Hi, I'm L/n Y/n, and I read a lot," you said as you went to shake his extended hand, but he pulled it back before you could.

"Try again."

"What's wrong with the introduction I just gave?"

"I want you to say your current name, I've been referring to you as L/n Y/n for a long time now, and tell me something I don't know," he said, a knowing look on his face.

It took you a little while to understand what he meant, but you eventually got it. When you did get it, however, you were a little shocked, but still gave in.

"Hi, I'm Gojo Y/n, and I have a really annoying brother."

You reached out your hand slowly to make sure Satoru wouldn't pull his hand out. Once your hand was close enough for him to not do so, you grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I thought you loved your brother," Satoru said teasingly.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't find him annoying every now and then," you stated, rolling your eyes at his teasing.

You were so caught up in your small talk you hadn't noticed how Satoru laced your hands together until you felt your hand being tugged a little. Looking at your hands you began to question what had transpired a few hours ago, it kind of felt like it was a sort of dream, a dream where you didn't have to hide behind a mask anymore, one where your brother wasn't the only person who knew the true you.

"Are we really going to make this work, Satoru?" you asked, sounding a bit conflicted.

"It won't be easy, but I think we can. For right now, we'll take it slow, starting off as friends," he said, looking down at your hands, "Or maybe a little more if that's what you want, we are married after all."

Your entire life you had seen Satoru as a roadblock on the plan you had set out for yourself, but at this moment, you could care less about your plan.

"Yeah, it'll work out, but for now, can we just enjoy the silence?"

Satoru turned to look at you, noticing your soft expression. He would be lying if he had said this hadn't been the first time he'd seen you like this. He wanted to enjoy this side of you a bit more so he answered your question softly, not wanting to disturb the current atmosphere.

"Yeah, we can enjoy the silence for a bit longer."

Hello! I hope you're well!

I have a request...

Can I ask for headcannons about how the JJK men would be with an s/o that has a child from another relationship before them?

Specifically the main main guys like Itadori, Gojo, Sukuna (soft pls, he scares me as equally as he excites me) and Megumi if that's not too much 😅

Can 100% throw in nsfw stuff like your possessive gojo post if the inspiration arises for it. That's up to you, I'ma be really happy just to see whatever comes from this in any form it takes haha

(totally acceptable too if this is not your cup of tea though and you don't write it. No pressure, fellow writer!)

CW/ TW. Explicit. Domestic Softness, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Pet Names (ex. Dove, Baby), Almost getting caught (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

AN. Hi there😄💕 Thank you for the ask, and you came to the right place because single-parent!reader x character is literally my trope (???) at the moment! Also, I added Nanami🙈 Anywho, I hope you enjoy <33

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated:)

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Gojo is a grown child himself sometimes, so he most likely has zero problems getting along with your daughter.

He calls her princess, and one day you walk into the living room to find your daughter putting clips in Satoru's platinum hair and unicorn stickers on his face. It's cute, and you secretly take a picture to make it your lock screen on your phone.

Most days, you have to cook or else those two will eat nothing but sweets all day. But on the days he does try to make dinner, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for your daughter to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

He probably develops a breeding kink because he wants more little you's running around the house—and you shiver when he tells you this while you're washing dishes, pressing himself along your back so you can feel how hard he is.

Satoru has your wrists pinned above your head, biting at your breasts greedily, his thrusts rough and needy. He's pretty sure you're both going to have carpet burns later, but his head is too gone to care.

He nuzzles the side of your face, hips brushing against your clit every time he presses his cock into you: "You gonna take all my cum in this tight cunt and make it mine, yeah?"

Yuuji is more shocked by the fact you have twins and less about you actually having kids.

It's no surprise that they're as drawn to his sunny personality as you are, both of them constantly vying for his attention. He takes the twins to the zoo and buys them new plushies for their bed—he even takes care of them when you're sick or stressed from work.

He has no issue considering the twins his and even lights up when someone points out how he makes a good father.

One thing he does lack, however, is subtlety.

You whine about moving to the bedroom when he decides to pull your small sleep shorts to the side and impale you on his achy length. His grip on your hips is gentle compared to the unforgiving pace of his thrusts below you, the couch groaning in protest.

"Shh, it's okay, baby." He presses a messy kiss to your lips. "They're sleeping. Now keep riding my cock."

And it's almost a close call when he cums with an animalistic groan, and you barely miss the sound of a door squeaking open upstairs before you throw the blanket over both of you.

Sukuna is probably super awkward—the type that's never wanted kids, and yet he knew that you and your daughter were a package deal when he met you.

This doesn't stop him from hating the fact that every time he leaves his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos, or that he can't eat anything without a small hand reaching out for his food.

Eventually, he warms up to the idea, and affectionately calls your daughter brat—he'll even go as far as begrudgingly making her chocolate pancakes and watching cheesy cartoons to appease the little tyrant.

Although you try to stifle your smile when you come home from work to find him and your daughter curled up next to him, equally invested in whatever cartoon is playing on the TV.

He most likely still gets annoyed that he has to be more cautious about when and where he fucks you. He'll hold you down against the mattress if you're too loud, pushing your face into the comforter to cover up your little moans.

"If you make any more noise, you'll wake the brat," he hisses into your ear, though, smirking when you barely contain a sob each time his cock slides deeper.

Megumi most likely doesn't know what to do. After all, he didn't exactly have the best role model growing up.

He doesn't know what four-year-olds are interested in and probably bores your kid to sleep whenever he starts talking about mundane adult topics. You call it a gift because your son never takes naps for you—but really, he knows you're only saying that to make him feel better.

His first win is when he takes your son to the beach, and after a long day, the little boy cuddles up in his lap on the couch with soft snores muffled against his shoulder.

Megumi looks up at you in shock, and you can't help the little giggle that escapes your lips at the cute picture they make.

However, he gets super embarrassed when your son nearly walks in on him railing you into the mattress, and he practically knocks you off the bed in his haste to cover up.

Nanami is definitely made to be a dad and adjusts pretty easily when you and your son move in with him.

He lets the little boy sit on his lap while drinking coffee and reading the paper in the morning. During the week, he picks him up and drops him off at daycare and packs lunches for the three of you.

You would have never expected the silent and very intimidating man to be so good with kids.

Your son also seems to be just as smitten with him that he often asks for Nanami when he thinks there are monsters in his closet—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock.

He lets the boy sleep between you most nights because he's usually too tired to get up. But on the nights when he tucks the boy back into his bed, you can't stop yourself from straddling his lap and pawing at his stiff cock through his boxers.

"Want you," you whine, freeing him from his underwear.

He grunts when you slide his heavy cock through your messy folds, and you whimper—teary-eyed.

"Dove, you're going to wake the baby." Though he hardly follows his own warning when he releases a feral groan as you slowly sink down until you feel like there's no more room in your swollen pussy for him to go.

His hands come up to dig into your hips, helping you grind back and forth. "My good girl," he mutters, watching your folds split around him. "You're gonna take the whole thing, aren't you?"

Then he thrusts up until the last inch is nestled in your tight, wet cunt.

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The Samurai

Chapter 5

Pairing: Choso x reader (Naoya x reader)

Warning: angst, fluff, kissing

Headsup: Naoya just wants your love his trying to be a changed man. Key word trying

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When you had woken up in ther morning in Naoya's arms you had hoped that the horrors of yesterday were nothing but a bad dream, but now as you stood infront of the high court judge it became a reality.

Naoya stood on your left as the council men all sat on the chair placed at your right.

"So before us today we have (Y/N) Zenin, who the head of our clan suspects of spreading a narrative that we are as a clan are stealing the Towns men money through of Sake pubs" said the high rule judge.

"Is there mis-quotation from this statement" the high rule judge said to the Kamo head.

"None what so ever" he replied.

You simply sighed at his statement, you had hoped that the Kamo head had come to his senses once his drunken stupor was completed for the evening.

The dealings of men were slowly going to be the end of you, you thought.

"The proceeding may begin now" the judge stated.

"Lady Zenin state you case"

Your mouth opened as you were about to speak only for Naoya to begin talking.

"My wife would never spread a false accusation that would cause an up roar with the people of your lands. Her father is one of the men who benefits off of this deal, so why would she go against her own father" Naoya said matter of factly.

"The same father who married her off to you. You Naoya Zenin, the proclaimed tyrant and womanizer. A man who she would seek to get revenge on, for the life she has no say on. Perhaps she was spreadin rumors to smight you and her father" the judge said starring Naoya down

Naoya stood quietly now; his brow furrowed. Naoya knew that he was falling in love with you after last night, when he got a glimpse at the real you, when for the first time he made love to you rather than fucking you; yet he knew your relationship before yesterday was hanging by a thread. He didn't know whether to believe the words the judge was saying or not, but he knew whether he believed it or not he had to defend you, he could deal with these conflicting thoughts later.

As Naoya was about to speak the judge spoke up again.

"Is there no one who can declare Lady Zenin innocent?" The judge said with raised brows looking around the room.

You looked at Naoya who looked irritated and the little hope you had for your relationship was beginning to fade away just as quickly as it appeared. After Naoya promised to treat you like a woman he loved you had hope and after last night it was solidified, but now he stood beside you as if struggling for word the man who would speak up against men twice his age was at last for words. You began to think maybe he didn't want to defend you maybe this was his plan after all to get rid of you and you had been played like a fool for the last few hours.

"I can prove it" Everyone had turned to see who spoke up, it was none other than Choso.

Just as you were about to lose hope your Samurai was coming to the rescue.

" I was with Lady Zenin by request of Noritoshi-sama, for her protection"

"We cannot confirm this statement from Noritoshi as he is busy with business, you know that" the judge said.

"I know" Choso said looking down and back up at the judge.

"Then how can we take your word?" The judge said demeaningly.

"I confirm her innocence, and state it on my honour as a Samurai"

The councilmen began looking around as if shocked by him saying this. Naoya himself was taken a back by Choso's words, you stood confused as to why there was a commission of whispers about what Choso said.

"Why are the people reacting like this?" You whispered to yourself.

"Choso had stated it on his honour as Samurai" Naoya replied back hearing the whispers to yourself.

You still did not quite fully understand what that meant.

"Samurai Choso you know what that means" the judge said looking at Choso sternly.

"Yes. I do"

"Since you have stated the innocence of Lady Zenin on your honour as a Samurai, you have revoked your status as a Samurai. You honour for her innocence" The judge said bowing.

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You sat on your bed, facing away from Naoya. You couldn't believe what had just happened, Choso had given up his status for you and yet Naoya stood there as if a yokai was going to give him the answers to prove your innocence.

The little hope you had for him was nearly gone, and you were starting to believe that perhaps the thing Naoya told the day before were just an attempt to get you more submissive.

You turned your heard to see Naoya putting on a new kimono before the two of you would leave the Kamo lands.

"(Y/N)" Naoya said softly walking over to you.

"My wife, I know that you must feel overwhelmed by what had happened now, but I assure you I shall stay true to my word"

His word you thought. His word could not even prove your innocence and had just caused Choso to lose his status.

You just looked at him, face blank and heart sucken.

"I wish to go outside, I want to see the khoi fish before we leave" you said looking forward refusing to turn and look at him.

"You may, my wife" Naoya said looking at you.

He watched as you got up and left. He knew he should of just spoken up and said something, even if he looked foolish. He knew you just wanted him to be on your side and the little doubt that had made him overthink for a minute caused him to nearly lose your innocence.

Naoya had wished he could of gone with you the khoi fish but he knew you needed space. He knew all these things yet didn't know how to act upon them. He just wish you knew how much you were beginning to mean to him.

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You stood by the khoi pond that was at the far end of the garden. You didn't actually want to se the khoi fish you just didn't want to sit in the same room as Naoya for the moment.

You starred at the khoi fish just trying to bring your mind somewhere else the current place you were.

"Lovely aren't they"

You looked up from the pond and saw Choso looking down at the fish with his hands behind his back and a small smile on his face.

"Samurai Choso! I'm so sorry for what had happened. There was no need for you to do that , please I'll regain your status no matter what please forgive me. I -"

"The fish look fat dont they" Choso said cutting you off.

"Samurai Choso, I'm sorr-"

"They're probably being overfed" he said cutting you off again.

"Samurai Choso I-"

"I'm Choso now Lady Zenin" he said looking at you smiling down at you.

You looked at him confused at his current state. He seemed to be happy or so it seemed to you.

"What happened earlier today, is not your fault, neither is it Naoya-sama's. It is the way of life you see, some call it fate" he said trying to lessen the evident confusion on your face.

"I don't understand" you said looking down back at the pond.

"Lady (Y/N), what happened today happened for a reason and if I lost my honour I am glad I lost it defending you" he said grabbing you hands.

You looked at him wide eyed and in a state of disbelief, and all he did was smile back at you.

You couldn't believe this was the same stoic man you had seen at the Zenin Estate, that was barely willing to say his name to you.

But what you didn't know, was that the few hours you spent with Choso unlocked apart of his heart he never wished to re-lock again. If this was the prophecy his mother spoke to him about as a boy then he was more than glad to give up his title to be with you. He didn't know how he'd end up with you given that you were married to Naoya but he knew he would be with you in the end.

You smiled back at Choso.

"The fish are fat" you said looking into each other's eyes.

"Extremely" he said and you both laughed.

He slowly raised his right hand to hold your face. You slowly moved towards him.

"So what will you do know?" You asked leaning into his touch.

"Who knows, perhaps I could travel the world" he said moving closer to you.

"You'd visit me still?" You said moving a step closer so you two were only a step away.

"I always will" he said as he closed the gap between your two face.

When his lips met yours it was as if time stood still and nothing in the world matter beside this moment with him.

He gently slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him explore. He moaned into his mouth and you could feel him smile.

The two of you slowly pulled away with a stran of saliva still connecting the two of you.

You laughed as he wiped your lips clean of him.

Choso had let go of your face and the two of you stood starring at each other smiling like two love struck teenagers.

You turned your head for a second and that's when you saw it.

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You saw Naoya.

. Sorry this isn't the longest chapter and next one will deffs be long and juicy. But I hope you liked this Lil chapter 🌸

sometimes it's so weird being ace, like there's nothing for real humans??? i mean would i want to do the sexy stuff with a person? yeah, just to see what the hype is about and test some theories. but humans and i are just not ... there, y'know? but fictional characters???? whoooooooweeee. anime boys? come here. but real life humans? nothin. i can like the aesthetic, the vibe, the pretty-ness if they have it, but do i want to jump them and climb them like a tree like i want to do to sirius black, bakugou katsuki, aizawa shouta, and nanami kento??? no. i don't. and sometimes i feel like im an imposter, like im not really asexual, but then i see the humans and im like yeahhhh no thanks. why are we so weird???

asexual thoughts from an asexual

disclaimer: not all asexual people think like this. asexuality and the ace community is a spectrum. everyone who identifies as ace has different preferences and ideas. because no one is the exact same. this post is simply just me voicing my thoughts out into the void and sharing my thoughts about my personal preferences on being asexual.

When I was younger and more abled, I was so fucking on board with the fantasy genre’s subversion of traditional femininity. We weren’t just fainting maidens locked up in towers; we could do anything men could do, be as strong or as physical or as violent. I got into western martial arts and learned to fight with a rapier, fell in love with the longsword.

But since I’ve gotten too disabled to fight anymore, I… find myself coming back to that maiden in a tower. It’s that funny thing, where subverting femininity is powerful for the people who have always been forced into it… but for the people who have always been excluded, the powerful thing can be embracing it.

As I’m disabled, as I say to groups of friends, “I can’t walk that far,” as I’m in too much pain to keep partying, I find myself worrying: I’m boring, too quiet, too stationary, irrelevant. The message sent to the disabled is: You’re out of the narrative, you’re secondary, you’re a burden.

The remarkable thing about the maiden in her tower is not her immobility; it’s common for disabled people to be abandoned, set adrift, waiting at bus stops or watching out the windows, forgotten in institutions or stranded in our houses. The remarkable thing is that she’s like a beacon, turning her tower into a lighthouse; people want to come to her, she’s important, she inspires through her appearance and words and craftwork.  In medieval romances she gives gifts, write letters, sends messengers, and summons lovers; she plays chess, commissions ballads, composes music, commands knights. She is her household’s moral centre in a castle under siege. She is a castle unto herself, and the integrity of her body matters.

That can be so revolutionary to those of us stuck in our towers who fall prey to thinking: Nobody would want to visit; nobody would want to listen; nobody would want to stay.

i need an asexual vampire rep

we need bisexual vampire rep.

we need pansexual vampire rep.

we need asexual vampire rep.

we need transgender vampire rep.