🔞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

🔞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ♡ WC. 987

♡ Synopsis. In a time where the Heian era bleeds beneath the weight of curses and war-born gods, your name is spoken like a dying prayer — The Gojo Heir, the Silent One, the Pure One. But purity means nothing to monsters, and Ryōmen Sukuna, the King of Curses, decides you’re a riddle meant to be shattered. This is not a love story, nor a tragedy — it’s a tale of a monster who can’t kill the only thing in the world he’s desperate to destroy, and a girl too gentle to leave even a demon to rot.

It was almost laughable—how revered they spoke your name, how fearfully, with reverence curled beneath their tongues like a dying prayer. The Gojo heir, they whispered. The silent one. The pure one. A divine thing not born but dropped from the throat of the heavens themselves.

He heard it first through the bones of the men he broke, echoing through shattered teeth and crushed throats. Always that name—your name—tumbling from the lips of those who clung to life like it meant something.

But he saw you for the first time at dusk.

Not dressed in blood and bones like the sorcerers he’d disemboweled before, not cloaked in power or arrogance, not foaming at the mouth with blind righteousness—no. You were sitting quietly in a burned garden, pressing your palms together in prayer over a dying fox.

A fox. One whose entrails spilled like soup from its side, broken spine, caved ribs. And you—bare fingers gently gathering the pieces of it like it mattered.

It didn’t make sense.

You didn’t make sense.

So he didn’t kill you.

He stalked you instead.

✦✧✦✧

You weren’t like them. You didn’t flinch when monsters clawed the walls of your village. You walked through the ruins barefoot, sometimes humming a hymn from a forgotten god, carrying corpses like they were sleeping children.

He watched you heal with cursed energy so delicate it made his teeth grind.

You never screamed.

You never begged.

Even when the elders of your clan called you unclean for the way you spoke to curses like they were wounded dogs, even when the other heirs avoided you, even when their fear turned to hatred—

You still bowed your head and prayed for them.

Sickening.

And so very beautiful.

He wanted to know how you’d look with your face buried in the dirt and his claws digging into your back.

He wanted to know if your hymns could choke around his cock.

He wanted to see if your holiness could survive him.

✦✧✦✧

You bled differently.

He found that out during the first real encounter—when you tried to save a village cursed by one of his offhand massacres. You fought like you hated it. Like every blow was a sin you’d repent for later.

Even your cursed techniques tasted sweet.

And when he pinned you against a ruined altar—your blood warm on his tongue, your breathing ragged and low like the dying—it struck him: you didn’t cry.

You didn’t curse his name.

You whispered something instead. Soft. Too soft to hear. Too soft for someone with your neck beneath his teeth.

He came from war. From pain. From the Heian era’s endless gaping mouth of fire and decay.

But you came from something else.

Something he wanted to set on fire.

Something he wanted to break until the song stopped.

Something he wanted to fuck until the heavens turned their face away.

✦✧✦✧

He dreamed of you.

Not in the way poets did. Not gently.

He dreamed of you chained to the bones of his temple, too ruined to move. Dreamed of you walking barefoot through the blood ocean of his palace, body wrapped in his bite marks. Dreamed of you bent over altars, over stone, over his throne—your halo cracking with every thrust.

He told himself it was just curiosity. That it was only because you didn’t make sense. That it was because he wanted to see you break like the rest.

✦✧✦✧

So when you appeared again—alone, stupidly, wandering into a territory he’d razed—he didn’t hesitate.

He ripped through the earth. Split open the night with his roar. His shadow blotted out the moon.

And you… you turned around. Not with fear.

But recognition.

And worse—

Compassion.

Your lips parted like you’d seen an old friend.

And he hated that.

He hated you for making him hesitate.

He hated that your power tasted like spring water when he bit into your shoulder.

He hated that your body went limp under his, not with submission—but with trust.

He hated that you didn’t fight.

That you didn’t cry.

That you didn’t scream.

So he made you.

✦✧✦✧

The temple stank of rot and bone. You were the only living thing inside it. Soft and small, too pale in the dark. He held you down like you were prey. Ripped the back of your robes with his claws.

Your silence made him rabid.

So he whispered filth into your ear. Dragged his tongue across your neck. Let his claws draw thin lines down your spine until your body trembled.

But it wasn’t fear. Not quite.

It was something else. Something he wanted to crack open and taste.

He forced your legs apart.

The first time he pushed in, he growled.

Tight.

Holy.

Too holy.

He bit down on your shoulder as you clenched, too small for him, too human. It hurt. He wanted it to. He wanted to see you break.

You only whispered, again.

"You’re hurting."

Not yourself—him.

You weren’t even talking about your own pain.

He slammed deeper.

Over and over, he fucked that mercy out of you.

Until your voice shook.

Until your breath hitched.

Until your soft little cries filled the temple like hymns turned feral.

He rutted against your womb. Split you raw. Held your throat so tightly your body fluttered like a dying moth.

You still whispered his name.

Not with hate.

But with sorrow.

Like he was the cursed one.

Like he was the thing that needed saving.

He came with a roar that cracked the bones of the temple.

His claws dug into your thighs, anchoring himself inside you like you were home.

You went still beneath him.

Not broken.

Not ruined.

Just watching him.

Quiet.

Kind.

Too kind.

He wanted to kill you for it.

He didn’t.

He couldn’t.

So instead, he dragged your body onto his throne.

Sat with you impaled on his cock.

And watched.

Watched the angel bleed.

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♡ A/N. A one-shot series originally launched for The Red Ledger, but it's good. So, I'm expounding on it. Really enjoyed making this story.

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THOR - ODIN - Sorry for waking you,baby,go back to sleep

He was sitting on the kitchen counter;the nightlight hit his pale face, the golden details shining a little. In his hand was an empty glass;surely he had to drink. You padded in the room, slippers dragged. He noticed you coming closer by the noise you made. -Sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep- His grave voice broke the silence of your shared home. You rubbed your eyes. -I miss my heater- Thor scoffed -Right, your personal heater-He didn't sound mad;more amused than anything -Fine, let's go back to bed.- His hand was on your back, large and warm. He guided you back to your shared room. You both climbed in, entangled legs and fingers so you could never be apart for the night.

Odin couldn't wrap his head around it. Why was he missing your presence next to him. The spot by his side was now empty. It bothered more than it should have. The god had no answer to this question, and it was too late to even think about it. But the lack of your presence made his eyes open and drag his body out of bed. He saw the light in the kitchen and walked towards it. You were drinking a warm cup of milk between coughs. -Oh- You noticed him -Sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep. I'll be back in a minute. The liquid went down your throat smoothly. -Told you to see a doctor-He crossed his arms. He was tired of hearing you coughing;more because he was worrying about your health. -I know. I'll go tomorrow- Odin put the now empty cup on the sink and carried you, princess style, back to bed. -Please do. We both need to sleep. Your coughs are making it hard for us-

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itshaetu

1 month ago

KINKTOBER 6: SOMNOPHILIA

tw: pervert boyfriend, oral fem!receiving, dubcon, somnophilia.

an: you're all getting kinktober in november too, enjoy !

you're so pretty when you don't speak. you're so sweet when you can't move. when you can't push him away, fight back, be a brat. it feels like heaven to him, having you passed out on the bed. your chest slowly moving up and down as you dream of only God knows what.

maybe you're dreaming of food, cherries and apples - no, maybe you're dreaming of dancing, or reading? no... he doubts that too. ah. your lips part, thighs pressing together.

you must be dreaming of him.

your lover, your sweetheart.

your pervert of a significant other who is slowly pulling your panties down your legs, he parted them a few seconds before. your covered pussy was so cute, however it would look much cuter with his cum dripping out of it. just the thought got him hard.

he flung your panties to the side and rubbed his bulge. he just wants to taste you a little. you hardly ever let him eat you out when you're awake so he just has to do it while you're asleep.

he is hypnotised by your sex.. starring at it until whoops.... is he drooling ?

he licks his lips and settles inbetween your legs. your still fast asleep. he uses his fingers and parts your lips, you're a bit wet. he can make you wetter. he sticks his tongue out and swirls it around your clit. you twitch. your body knows what's happening even if you're knocked out.

he grins, that was not enough to wake you so he continues. he moves closer to you, licking, sucking, fucking your cunt with his tongue. his large hands gripping your thighs, forcing them open as he does what he wanted to do for quite some time.

you taste so good. why didn't you let him do this sooner ? were you embarrassed? you shouldn't be. he adored your body, and he especially adored your pretty cunt.

he moaned as he kissed your pussy, fuck it, he was so overcome with how wonderful it felt, he could no longer hold himself back. making out with your sex as if it were your actual mouth. who knew he could be this addicted ?

he rutted his hips against the bed, aching for some sort of relief from the tension. just eating you out was enough to make him cum his pants. so pathetic really.

"baby?" your voice was laced with confusion and fear.

he widen his eyes and froze. fuck, you weren't supposed to wake up.

boyfriend: alfons (ikevil), reo, otoya (bllk), kuroo (hq), liam (moriarty the patriot), hermes (ror), mahito, choso (jjk), hisoka (hxh)

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itshaetu

2 months ago

❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏! ❞

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itshaetu

1 month ago

HEYYY IIDK IFHOU TAKE REQUEST BUTTTT HOW WOULD THE HASHIRA REACT TO A HYPER ENERGETIC READER WHO IS ONE SECOND DOING 1 THINK THEN THE NEXT A NEW THING LIKE THEY COULD BE PAINTING AND THE NEXT SKY DIVING

I love your writing style hehe

Male pillars x Reader - the art of being too energetic

HEYYY IIDK IFHOU TAKE REQUEST BUTTTT HOW WOULD THE HASHIRA REACT TO A HYPER ENERGETIC READER WHO IS ONE

author's note: i hope this request is to your liking. truthfully, i had trouble writing it at some points.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

where were you now? he swore you had been standing next to him a few moments ago. he looked around the streets, trying to spot you.

did you see a demon and moved forward without him? no, he would've heard it. he looked around the dark streets, not taking long to figure out where you went.

his feet dragged him towards the festival down the street. the area was filled with lamps and people wearing the prettiest kimonos or yukatas.

yet none of them stole his attention away from what mattered. you. you were in the middle of the crowd of dancing people. you spun around in fluid motions, a smile plastered on your face.

if it hadn't been for your uniform, you would've fitted right in. he moved forward without thinking, his hand soon grasping yours.

"now what were you thinking? we've been walking through the empty streets just a few seconds ago!" he said, his lips tugging up into a smile.

"couldn't resist, the music drew me in!" you laughed, twirling around him. he followed, both of you now dancing in sync. you didn't care for the eyes staring at the two of you. "are you mad?"

"you're too flamboyant to be mad at."

Obanai:

Obanai had been sitting on a tree, lazily watching you train. he didn't have anything better to do and you enjoyed his presence. however, when he looked down, you weren't training next to his tree anymore.

he looked to the side, flinching when you sat right next to him. "[name]!" he called out, looking at you surpised. he gave you a questioning look, waiting for your explanation.

"i found this." you answered, showing him a small acorn - or rather the rest of it. he looked at the cupule, you held it up by it's stem.

"and..?" he asked, still confused. it wasn't surprising to see you change your mood so quickly, but he found himself confused every time. especially now when you looked at Kaburamaru.

"and this!" you said, offering the snake to slither onto your arm. Kaburamu listened and Obanai watched in anticipation. the snake trusted you, just like Obanai did.

the cupule you held in hand was carefully placed on Kaburamaru's head, slowly pulling away to not knock it down. you blinked a few times and then looked at Obanai.

"it's a little hat! what do ya think?" you asked enthusiastically.

Obanai's eyes wandered between you and Kaburamaru, then back at you. "it's great. you should find him a scarf too."

"you're right!"

Rengoku:

"little flame? darling?!" he called out your name, desperately trying to find you. he had been sitting in the living room when he noticed the odd smell of smoke.

he had been worried sick, trying to find the source. his eyes widened upon seeing the clouds of smoke leaving your shared kitchen. however, when he ran inside, he was even more confused.

"darling..?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. he could barely see it through all the fug, but he figured you were standing next to the stove.

when he came closer, he saw you more clearly - you were holding a bucket in your hand. his eyes fixed on the stove, hearing it sizzle quietly. it was wet and still slightly hot. he couldn't make out what had been in the pan, but it was burnt now.

"oh, Kyojuro!" you gasped, looking at the man. you hadn't heard him before. your eyes followed his gaze, your face growing red when you looked at the stove.

"i wanted to cook something, but then i remembered this book from a few years ago. i'm sure i had it somewhere around-" you babbled, stopping when you looked at him again.

you had expected him to be mad for nearly burning the whole house down, but he didn't look angry in the slightest. he took the bucket out of your hands instead, placing it to the side.

"let's clean this up first, we can search for the book later." he simply said, his motivated stance not leaving. you agreed, cleaning the kitchen together.

you only stopped when he suddenly spoke again, leaving you baffled.

"you know, i once burned my family's house down when i was smaller."

Sanemi:

Sanemi looked at you, your eyes staring back into his. his gaze hardened, daring you to move further.

"don't do it." he grumbled, his hands ready to grab you in an instant. if someone would've walked into the room, they would've surely questioned your sanity.

"i'm going to do it." you answered, giving him a mischevious smirk. his eyes narrowed, his body tensing up.

you had found a new hobby a few days ago, which happened to involve him. now he gave you his undivided attention when you were acting strange or gave him a knowing look.

in the blink of an eye you turned around and jumped backwards, Sanemi reacting immediately. he made sure to catch you in his arms, stopping you from falling and hitting the ground.

he let out an annoyed sigh, having caught you. again. he didn't even remember how many times it had been this week. "stop doing that!"

"you know you love it" you chirped, giving him a triumphing smile. he rolled his eyes, letting go of you.

but you were right, he did love it.

Giyuu:

"i want wagashi." you said, tugging at Giyuu's sleeve. normally, your request would've been completely fine, but now he was looking at you in disbelief.

"what?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. you came to a halt next to him, repeating what you've just said. "i want to eat wagashi."

he was at a loss of words. you had asked for daifuku nearly ten minutes ago. he had been walking to your favourite shop with you since then, knowing it would make you the happiest.

"we would have to walk in the opposite direction." he remarked, giving you a questioning stare. you blinked at him a few times, as if you were waiting for his answer.

he would've said no to anyone else, but he was used to your impulsive behavior. he couldn't explain why you made decision the way you did, but he thought of it as refreshing. he sighed, turning around on his feet.

"let's buy you some wagashi."

Gyomei:

"can i move now?" he asked. he had been sitting under the waterfall for about thirty minutes now. you had asked him to paint a picture of the moment, which he found himself agreeing to.

however, he hadn't heard anything from you since over fifteen minutes, making him question what was going on. the cold water of the waterfall hitting his back overshadowed most of the other sounds around him, but he managed to hear you stand up.

"Gyomei, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely, running towards the waterfall. he heard the splashs over your body pushing the water around you away, eventually feeling your hand pull on his.

"i completely forget about the painting. there was a cat and-" you stopped when you felt his head turn towards yours. you looked at him, wondering what could've made him forget about your mistake.

"a cat?" he asked, feeling you change the direction you were pulling him. it wasn't your strength to keep attention on one thing, but he couldn't care less.

besides, he shared your fascination over cats.

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itshaetu

1 month ago

THROW IT BACK WITH YOUR HAND ON YOUR KNEES BOW BOW BOW