🪷 gojoslefttoenail 🪷

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[gojoslefttoenail101]

⋅˚₊‧ଳ‧₊˚⋅ IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ! ⋅˚₊ଳ

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જ⁀➴ to be cringe is to be free! and i will die on that hill.

ᯓ★interests: sza, jjk, arcane, apothecary diaries, marvel, hunger games, the cruel prince, figure skating, fanfic, manhwa, editing (yes, i have a silly tiny account), cats, legos, roblox, fortnite, and lads!

i get random bursts of motivation + inconsistency is my best friend, so posts will be spontaneous and rare :)

i will NEVERRR use a.i. for my writing // keep art human and our environment safe!

prefer reading on ao3 instead? i'm there too! -> gojoslefttoenail

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT! ‧₊˚❀༉

ᯓ★Jujutsu Kaisen

Objection, Your Honor: Marriage (laywer/arrangedhusband!huguruma x fem/workaholic!reader): as a raging workholic, your parents force you to settle down and marry as soon as possible. you end up choosing successful defense attorney hiromi higuruma as your husband. a quick one-shot of using each other as "stress relief" from work!

Silk Threads (romanemperor!gojo x arrangedwife/empress!reader): a foreign princess living blissfully before you’re thrust into obligations out-of-the-blue. a marriage proposal from the marvelous roman emperor satoru gojo seals your fate. a beloved gem to your community turned to a fish out of water overnight. it starts out as a mere trade alliance…unless there’s room for more than just diplomatic exchanges? (WARNING ⚠️: THIS SERIES MIGHT BE DISCONTINUED!)

ᯓ★Love & Deepspace

Anatomy Lecture 101 (hunter!reader x cardiacsurgeon!zayne): a quick, stupid one-shot of you (a UNICORNS hunter) using zayne to study for a mandatory anatomy class!

ᑕOᗰIᑎG ᔕOOᑎ (ᑭOᔕᔕIᗷᒪY)!

Satosugu!!! on Ice - ⚠️ WORK IN PROGRESS YAY! ⚠️

lads valko (rutting? knotting? hmmm idk)

getting mad at higuruma for not doing the dishes (somno? idk hmm)

period cramps with choso? (dacry? hmm idk)

malaysia trip w/ hubby nanami? (hunching in hotel room? hmm idk)

smth w/ sukuna (idk what yet but there's got to be smth, right?)

clanhead!gojo? idk bc i still have to pick "silk threads" back up again

what do u think my fav color is? take a wilddd guess!

[gojoslefttoenail101]

⚕⋆˙⟡ Anatomy Lecture 101 ⟡˙⋆⚕

all rights reserved to gojoslefttoenail101! do NOT steal credits/claim ownership. NO a.i. was used to write this btw, just me! :)

hunter!reader x cardiacsurgeon!zayne

️synopsis: A quick, stupid one-shot of you (a UNICORNS hunter) using Zayne to study for a mandatory anatomy class!

⟡˙⋆ fluff & humor, no smut, no use of y/n or mc, established relationship, inaccurate anatomy terms used possibly, SLIGHTLY suggestive at the end

this was cross uploaded on my ao3 account, gojoslefttoenail, as well!

word count: 828

hi guys! i haven't posted in a while bc i've been procrastinating a satosugu fic, but i'm too deep in to quit now. but since my fav fic updated, i had motivation to write again, so here i am!

i've always known abt LADS, but only downloaded it recently after seeing valko's trailer...just for him to be cancelled a few days later. #bringvalkoback

the inspo behind this: i saw this tiktok years ago where a woman drew over her girlfriend's body with a marker to study for anatomy. it's still stuck in my head to this day.

"Remember, curiosity killed the cat." -Zayne

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"Zayne, would you ever be so kind and do me a small favor, please?"

Zayne glanced up from the medical report he was reading (the poor guy was being overworked again), a brow raised high in silent question. He knew such a request uttered in that specific cadence never turned out well. His lips parted to shut you down politely, but then closed upon seeing the enthusiasm shining in your eyes.

"...I am not going to hand you a fake ID card, so you can sneak into the hospital after a Wanderer attack and interrogate unassuming patients again."

"Geez, you're still not over that?! That was ages ago! And no, it's nothing like that."

"Right, of course. You'll only make me taste-test your new soup recipe just to find out there are carrots in there again," Zayne's head shook as if to physically remove that memory from his mind.

"C'mon, I apologized at least a hundred times! Can't you just hear me out real quick?!"

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"So what you're saying is that the UNICORNS organization is making all hunters take a mandatory health course, so they can handle emergencies better? And that one of the classes is anatomy? Such vital information can save a fellow hunter's life in the future, but what does that have to do with me?" Zayne adjusted the glasses that had slipped down his nose.

"You're going to be my live model that I can study off of!" you beamed back.

"...Excuse you?" he sounded genuinely offended.

"Please, Zayne, I need this! I have an anatomy quiz on the skeletal system tomorrow and it would really help me out. You're not even ticklish—that's literally perfect!"

"Surely, you can search something up like 'anatomy type-in-the-answer bone quiz' on the internet instead."

"I've already done those a bunch of times! This will just be a quick revision before I call it a night."

He pretended to sigh deeply, but you had already caught the slight mirth in his expression.

"Very well then. But no tomfoolery will be tolerated. I won't fall for your tricks this time."

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And that's how you got here. Zayne was stripped down to his boxers, sitting as still as a statue as you hovered all around him. Studying was simple enough. You would tap at one of his bones and guess its name off of memory, and he would either agree or correct you. Having a doctor on standby was proving to be extremely useful.

"Well, this one's easy. Cranium," your nail lightly poked at his forehead.

"Wrong."

"What?! There is no way-"

"I was joking. You got it right...ow! That's going to bruise for sure," Zayne grumbled when you brutally flicked his skin in retaliation.

"Enough chitchat. Mandible," your index finger drifted down to his jaw. No more funny business.

He gulped slowly from your gentle touch, gaze shifting to the floor.

"Correct."

You then pointed at his left hand, specifically the back of it.

"Carpals."

"No, those are the metacarpals."

"Dork."

Zayne scoffed lightly, "You're asking a cardiac surgeon about anatomy. I don't know what else you expected."

"Whatever. It's the same thing anyway."

"It is most definitely not."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, but then what are these?!" you patted over his fingers.

"Phalanges. And the carpals are actually your wrist bones. The proximal row includes the scaphoid, lunate…" he continued to ramble on and on.

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After a good hour of poking and prodding, your study session was officially over.

"Thanks so much! Now, I’ll definitely ace that quiz tomorrow."

Honestly, it would’ve been more efficient for you to just find something online. But that would've meant you had missed out on this glorious sight in front of you.

Zayne’s cheeks were now tinged with a slight flush, betraying his arousal. You glanced downwards to inspect his not-so-discreet bulge, but you still acted oblivious to test the waters.

"Goodness, it’s getting late. Did you get to finish your work? Sorry if I held you back for too long."

"Have you guys gone over CPR techniques yet?" Zayne didn’t even bother answering your question. 

You shot him a weird look, not expecting this randomness out of the blue.

"Uh, yeah, a few weeks ago. I’m actually certified!…Why ask?"

"Because I think I need some mouth-to-mouth right now," Zayne attempted to flirt smoothly.

Main word: attempted.

However, instead of being impressed or flustered, you just laughed in his face and shook your head in disbelief.

"How have you not experienced cardiac arrest from sheer embarrassment yet? That was the corniest shit ever!"

"…Shut up. It wasn’t even that funny," Zayne silenced your giggles by tackling you onto the bed and catching your lips with his.

"Y'know, I should get a reward for being such a patient skeleton model. Don’t you agree?"

You didn't even have the time to respond before his hands were tugging at your shirt.

author's notes:

thanks so much for reading, yall! :D

honestly i can't decide whether my fav is zayne or sylus. COLONEL (specifically only that version) caleb is also up there.

[gojoslefttoenail101]

⋆˚꩜｡ Silk Threads ⋆˚꩜｡

|Ch. 1: Stitch Starter

all rights reserved to gojoslefttoenail101! do NOT steal credits/claim ownership. i am the sole author, pls and ty! :)

romanemperor!gojo x arrangedwife/empress!reader

this was cross uploaded on my ao3 account, gojoslefttoenail, as well!

word count: 2,417

written in second person pov & no use of y/n

no a.i. was used at all! written by me and me only!

❗NO smut this chapter/mostly an exposition :)❗

synopsis: A foreign princess living blissfully before you’re thrust into obligations out-of-the-blue. A marriage proposal from the marvelous Roman Emperor Satoru Gojo seals your fate. A beloved gem to your community turned to a fish out of water overnight. It starts out as a mere trade alliance…unless there’s room for more than just diplomatic exchanges?

⋆˚꩜｡historically inaccurate, alternate universe - ancient rome, slowburn-ish?, reader is a WOC, reader is racially ambiguous, arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, slight xenophobia?, eventual smut, making heirs, eventual pregnancy, eventual pregnant smut?

“Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamos amori” - Vergil ⋆˚꩜｡

The Silk Road. That was the cursed thread that sealed your fate, tangling itself around the Roman Emperor, Satoru Gojo. Before things became messy, you were simply the firstborn daughter to a distant land’s king. You knew your life was too perfect, but you wanted to stay basked in ignorance for as long as possible. You were the people’s princess. You advocated for them, touched their souls, and built a strongly knit community. When you weren’t busy tending to others, you had the privilege of consuming knowledge. Most of your free time was spent cooped up in your mother’s grand library. Sometimes, you would even pick up new hobbies, just for the fun of it. This was your perfect life. You wished to stay under the sun’s warm rays for eternity. Be surrounded by the lingering smell of spices and fragrance for eternity. Be adorned in colorful hues and jewels for eternity. But all good things have to come to end eventually, no?

One unassuming day, a royal letter was sent to your parents’ palace. A marriage proposal from the Roman Empire’s Satoru Gojo, seeking your hand in marriage. He wished to establish a friendly trade alliance with your father’s kingdom, essentially through the Silk Roads. It was an immaculate offer. Both nations would have stronger diplomatic relations and a high spike in revenue. What kind of fool would deny this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? There was nothing to lose…except maybe your livelihood. And your sanity. Did you really expect to live so blissfully forever? You carried the title of crown princess on your shoulders, including the obligations that came with it.

Before you even realized it, a sparse few of your belongings were packed and shipped away. The days that you spent weeping your last farewells passed by in a blur. Not a single word fell from your lips during the long carriage ride to Rome, a foreign land that would soon become your permanent home. If you could even call it that.

After many days of tiring travel, the carriage finally stopped in front of the grand Palatine Hill. This was far different from the book diagrams you’ve skimmed over. How was the construction of such architecture even possible? You were stuck between deciding whether this could become your safe haven or isolating hell.

Your shameless gawking was interrupted by a forced cough. You hadn’t even realized there was a whole line of servants (with blank stares), waiting for you to get out of the carriage. After handing the horseman a generous amount of gold coins, you stumbled forward onto the solid ground. How unbecoming of the future Roman Empress. Suddenly remembering how high the stakes were, you straightened your back (despite the ache from the voyage) and lifted your chin high. Thankfully, your tutors back home had taught you the Latin language. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking to put your knowledge to the test.

“Greetings. I feel beyond honored to move to the beautiful Roman Empire. I trust I’ll be in your great care. Thank you,” you finished with a practiced smile.

There was certainly an accent in your voice, but the message was still relayed without butchering the pronunciation. However, the others didn’t bother addressing you. They just swooshed past you, unloading your belongings and returning back inside Palatine Hall. Did you say something wrong? Did you accidentally get a word wrong and unknowingly cuss them out?

But then you caught the disapproving look in their eyes. In fact, there were multiple pairs of eyes that wished for you to leave before even getting the chance to settle in. Any hope you had mustered up during the journey washed away like a high tide. These people didn’t want you here. It was so painfully obvious you weren’t one of them.

Your brown skin wasn’t the beauty standard here. Instead of being seen as sun-kissed, you were just burnt and dirty. Your long, black curls were registered as unkempt, and your facial features were too soft for their sharp scowls. They would’ve liked your looks on a Roman woman maybe, but you were obviously not one. Even the accent while talking caused a dividing gap that could not be mended. Everybody was thinking the same thing: How dare a foreign, untouchable woman wed the glorious Sun of the Empire?

You already missed home. Closing your eyes, you slowly inhaled and imagined the familiar scent of coastal salt entering your lungs. Instead, you got nothing but stagnant, hot air. How unsatisfactory. Whatever.

Your lashes fluttered open again to see a new figure in front of you. Your soon-to-be-husband was standing right there in broad daylight. The first thing you noticed was his age. He appeared to be youthful, not looking more than a few years older than you. Thank the heavens above! You were half-frightened to death that you would be chained down to a man triple your age.

Your gaze then analytically swept over Satoru’s clean demeanor. He wore a soft, simple-patterned toga with a leafy wreath atop his head. Your heart uncontrollably clenched with pain once you realized how ethereal he was. Why was he referred as the Empire’s Sun when he was the perfect embodiment of a full moon? Under the light, his white, wispy locks and pale skin were that of an angel’s. And those focused eyes, endless depths of azure. Could he be the one to provide salvation?

But at that thought, your blood ran cold. He was the reason why you were in some distant land instead of home right now. Or was it your parents’ fault for accepting the proposal?…No, that wasn’t fair. Denying Rome would’ve only resulted in the kingdom’s total obliteration. You couldn’t blame them.

He hadn’t spoken yet, but his brows slightly furrowed, as if he could sense the inner resentment stirring inside of you. That slight movement snapped you back to reality. Remember your place. You bowed in feigned deep respect, eyes averted to the ground after the rude staring. 

“At ease. You may rise…Welcome to Rome,” he declared as if he was passing a new law.

However, even his voice sounded heavenly. Did this man even carry any imperfections? You rose, only muttering a humble thanks in response. There was nothing else to say to him. What more could you have added? I deeply appreciate you for ripping me away from home? You were expecting hostility from him the way the servants had displayed earlier, but he revealed nothing of the sort. Huh, maybe he didn’t see you as inferior after all. At least not because of your skin color. Rather than pushing for more conversation, the emperor read your mood and decided not to comment any further.

Instead, Satoru silently showed you to your private room. Palatine Hall’s interior put its outwards appearance to shame. Gold was integrated into almost about everything. The ceiling was adorned with astonishing paintings, vivid with life and contrasting hues. There were spontaneous statues of the past Roman emperors, all of them looking down upon you with a stern scowl. You recognized the unique architecture of marble columns from one of your textbooks; the structures were originally built by the Greeks. Seems like the Romans were their exactly replicas, just with a small twist.

However, the most astonishing aspect was the number of portraits all dedicated to the man striding beside you. Not even including his sculptures, there were dozens of art pieces with his face plastered on them. It was as if each one captured a different angle of him. There was no hallway lacking a reference to the glorious Emperor Satoru Gojo. How narcissistic could a person even be? Clearly there were no limits inhibiting this man.

While turning a corner, the two of you passed by a large picture where he lied relaxed, drapes lazily unwound down to his abdomen. Oh wow. Now you knew why your friends giggled every time someone mentioned a “Roman statue physique”. His upper body was divinely blessed, kissed by the heavens themselves. His toned muscles were harshly carved from the same marble used to construct this palace. Meanwhile, his intense gaze was on the viewer, which seemed to burn into your bones.

Curious, you stole a glance at him, wanting to compare the image to the real thing. However, his eyes had been on you as well, watching thoughtfully as you soaked in the unfamiliar culture. When your gazes met, you whipped your head forward in bewilderment, thrown off by his behavior.

As if he was reading your mind, he muttered, “I also believe this is all ridiculous. I would prefer not having my face smothered onto every surface. But the Senate wishes for me to ‘consolidate my power’ to the people…Whatever that must mean.”

Though you didn’t give a verbal response nor face him again, a small laugh rose from your throat. A genuine laugh. From your peripheral vision, a soft smile tugged at his lips. That was when you realized you shouldn’t be able to glance at him from the side. Walking beside him instead of trailing behind him was undermining his authority. Your steps slowed down, giving him space to advance forward. However, his pace also decelerated to match yours, causing your eyebrow to raise in silent question.

He noticed your gesture and simply explained, “Please do not linger behind me, for you are my equal. You are soon to be my empress and I wish to honor that.”

”…But it leaves me in an awkward position. Plus, people are glaring at me as if I suddenly grew a second head,” you finally spoke up.

His smile widened, glad that you were growing comfortable enough to talk to him freely.

”Please, pay them no heed. They serve as much loyalty to you as me now…And I understand the awkwardness. I really do. I suppose I can only advise you’re forced to get used to it over time. Regardless of how you feel.”

He then fell silent, though his face was now fixed with a pensive expression. Knowing right now wasn’t the time for conversation, you merely nodded in acknowledgment. You assumed he didn’t like hoarding all of the power either. It must be so lonely at the top. When you’re the strongest, people see you only as that. Nothing more, nothing less.

You remembered he was appointed Emperor at the meek age of 16, after his parents were killed overseas. He alone was the honored one. The one who had to reunite Rome in the midst of a hurricane full of chaos and restlessness. The one who had to ward off sneaky politicians and silent assassins, while also trying to prove his competence to his subjects at the same time. Even a decade later, he was still most likely on survival mode. You could empathize with him on that part, but it didn’t erase the current situation by a long shot. You were still bound to a total stranger in a distant land, very different from your own home. 

Satoru opened a heavy pair of grand doors, revealing a vast chamber inside. This was much more space than you needed. Even though you were already homesick, at least you could mourn in a dazzling room.

Your luggage was settled in the corner of the area. That’ll take maybe only an hour to unpack, since you didn’t bring a lot in the first place. You couldn’t take much of your own cultural clothes or jewelry. Not if you were going to be Rome’s empress. But this was a blessing in the midst of complete rubbish (author’s edit: no, i am not british). You didn’t have to reside in the same chambers as him. If you were forced to, you really would have gone mad right then. 

While you were admiring the bright orange sunset glaring through the window, Satoru approached from behind and gently held your hand up. You turned to face him, obviously confused but not alarmed. You could count every single one of his snowy lashes, thanks to the luminous flux forming shadows across his face. He took out a simple gold ring with engraved designs before slipping it onto your left hand. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing a matching silver one this whole time until now.

”I know you despise the situation…The Senate was pushing me to marry. They claimed if I waited for too long, I wouldn’t be able to produce healthy heirs. I am aware this sounds stupid, but I wanted to spite them. So instead of settling for some obedient Roman woman that they could easily manipulate, I chose you. I knew they would disapprove, but who would dare argue against their dear Emperor?…It is merely an explanation, and I do not expect forgiveness,” he mumbled before chastely kissing the palm of your hand.

To your own surprise, you didn’t bother trying to withdraw your hand. His lips were soft, feeling warm over your skin. The spot where he touched you felt fuzzy afterwards. Do you forgive him? His friendliness was starting to grow on you, but did that really make up for anything?

”I suppose I can understand that line of reasoning, but how is that related to these rings? I thought the ceremony was in a few weeks,” you quipped, causing him to grin against your hand.

”You will probably face criticism for simply being here. The ring is to remind others that you’re their empress, no matter what nonsense they might think. So please, exploit my power to accommodate your needs,” he peppered a few more kisses, breathing in your fragrance. 

“…Thank you.”

He glanced up from your hand to meet your gaze appreciatively, “No. I sincerely thank you…You must be exhausted from the long journey, so I do not expect your presence at the dining hall tonight. I shall send up food to your room instead. Get some rest and farewell.” 

His thumb brushed over your ring one last time before he left, gently shutting the doors behind him. You spent some time organizing your drapes, books, jewelry, and oils. The plate given to you seemed extremely unappealing. Where were all of the spices? The aesthetic element? It just looked like dry slop, something you would toss to the birds outside. Instead of having dinner, you changed into your own clothes and fell asleep on your new, plushy bed (ignoring your empty stomach).

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author's notes:

i'm going to be honest: this is an old reupload from back in march, so there might be some weird mistakes

lowkey idk if i should just scrap this series bc it's been so long (ik three-ish months isn't crazy but still)

i have other writing ideas that will be my priority over this, so we'll see

plus, i don't like how i made gojo some ROMAN emperor. ik that's like the main plot line 😭 but it just sounds like i'm whitewashing/erasing his japanese heritage

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING SUPER GOATED PEEPS!!!!!!! :D

[gojoslefttoenail101]

˖ ࣪⊹ Objection, Your Honor: Marriage! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

all rights reserved to gojoslefttoenail101! do NOT steal credits/claim ownership. i am the sole author, pls and ty! :)

lawyer/arrangedhusband!higuruma x fem/workaholic!reader

this was cross uploaded on my ao3 account, gojoslefttoenail, as well!

word count: 2,620

written in second person pov & no use of y/n

no a.i. was used at all! written by me and me only! :)

⚠️ WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT! SCROLL AWAY NOW! ⚠️

synopsis: As a raging workholic, your parents force you to settle down and marry as soon as possible. You end up choosing successful defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma as your husband. A quick one-shot of using each other as "stress relief" from work!

"Even if I'm the only one...I want to keep my eyes open." -Hiromi Higuruma, Chapter 159 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Workaholics.

That's what you and Hiromi Higuruma both were.

That's also the main reason why you ended up married to him in the first place. To be frank, your ever so caring parents were worried sick about you being too work-centered as an independent, 34-year-old immunologist. What was the best possible solution to make sure their daughter was living properly and taking care of herself?

Marriage, of course!

At first, you shot the idea down immediately. It's not like you were completely isolated from the rest of the world or anything. You occasionally traveled to different countries and made sure to either hang out with friends or visit your parents every weekend. Besides, marriage only seemed like a hassle, knowing you'd be expected to do all of the housework as some "dutiful wife".

But, the constant nagging was becoming ridiculous. Every hour, your phone would light up with twenty texts from your mom, which all contained photos and descriptions of "eligible suitors". She even started calling you during working hours! Your absolute last straw was when your friends tried convincing you to settle down with some random rich, hot man. That was definitely your mom's doing.

So, you finally caved in after five grueling, tortuous months. The light that entered your parents' eyes upon hearing your surrender was enough to outshine the Sun's luminosity. Your father eagerly gave you a long list of successful men, all with various careers and backgrounds.

Eventually, your choice settled with 36-year-old Mr. Hiromi Higuruma. Why would you even reject the possibility of a future with him? Hiromi was good-looking, and after some quick research, you found out he was a defense attorney. That instantly gained your respect. After four years of high school mock trial (the pre-trial role being especially brutal), you'd realized law was not for you. Biology, chemistry, and math were more of your thing, subjects where you didn't have to present your argument to a skeptical jury.

But Hiromi? He must have a strong conviction of morals if he decided to become a defense attorney, out of all law branches. And he was well-spoken and excelled at his job too. Though his cases usually involved difficult crimes to prove innocence with, he won most of them. Besides, he was apparently stuck in the same situation as you: a workaholic forced to marry because of his troubled parents. Though you guys had opposite careers, maybe there would be an unspoken, mutual understanding that work was both of your main priorities.

You officially met him for the first time at your "wedding", which was literally just signing the legal documents together (congrats, you were now Mrs. Higuruma) with both families present. Of course your parents had wanted some grand venue with dazzling chandeliers and a live orchestra playing in the background instead, but you firmly stood your ground this time. Was there really a point in spending so much money on this? Maybe if you were going to get married to the love of your life, then sure, why not? But you didn't even know the damn guy! And it's not like there was some pure matrimonial union to celebrate. No, this was all just to shut your and his parents up from mentioning marriage ever again.

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The arrangement turned out better than expected. Hiromi was married to his job first before you and vice versa. This was exactly how you wanted things to run, so you wouldn't feel bad about potentially neglecting him or explaining why you returned home so late.

However, besides that, Hiromi himself was a kind, gentle man. Much to your surprise, he mustered up the effort to load the dishwasher and cook healthy meals whenever he was home, even though you were both exhausted from stressful shifts. Whenever you attempted to help him out, he would politely decline the offer and maneuver you back to the living room couch. In between court appearances, he made sure to take you out to fancy dinner dates on the weekends and actively sought to know you, his new wife, better. One time, you briefly mentioned how tiger lilies were your favorite flowers; the next night, he came home with his briefcase in one hand and a fresh bouquet of said tiger lilies in the other.

Though he certainly looked serious with his intimidating posture and sleek suits, his personality was quite the contrast. Once you got to know him, he became comfortable cracking horrible dad jokes and snorting uglily afterwards with you. His dry yet witty humor was the perfect thing to unwind to after a rough day of working with patients, a small smile gracing your lips as he overshared how annoying the prosecutor was in his most recent court trial.

And the best part of it all?

Honestly, it was the sex.

You guys had agreed on relying on each other to "destress" whenever work seemed too suffocating. Before marriage, you weren't the kind of person to use intimacy as a coping mechanism. But, once handsome Mr. Higuruma came along, you realized it was an effective way to relax and take the edge off of work's demands. Neither of you had to say anything out loud. Just one tired glance exchanged between you two sent the right message.

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It all started a couple of months ago when you had spent a long day diagnosing and treating patients back-to-back. Hiromi could tell just how drained you were when you walked in through the front door, shoulders drooping as if you carried the world's burden on them. With a sympathetic smile, he led you to the living room sofa and wrapped his arms around your exhausted body. Of course, you leaned into the hug and inhaled his subtle cologne scent. You usually disliked such heavy fragrances, but not on him.

"You poor thing. It wouldn't hurt if you took it easy once in a while," Hiromi muttered before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your forehead.

"You're one to talk," you grumbled back.

At that, Hiromi flashed a gentle smile before kissing your forehead once more.

"Guilty as charged, ma'am."

A long, comfortable duration of silence passed before Hiromi finally spoke again, clearing his throat midway.

"Uhm, if you want, I could help relieve some of the tension."

You raised a brow at him before responding, "Like some sort of massage? You haven't even changed out of your damn suit yet. Aren't you tired too-"

He cut your rambling off with a soft kiss, his lips coaxing you to part yours. Before this, you two had only kissed at most...maybe like four times. Though you were certainly thrown off by his suddenness, you were too tired to protest. Not like you wanted to anyway.

One minute of blissful kissing eventually turned into ten. You were now lying down on the couch with Hiromi hovering over you, forearms on the sides of your face to prevent his body weight from crushing you. He finally broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his.

It didn't take him long to recover. With steady hands, he started to unzip your black pants, dilated pupils fixated with concentration.

Woah, woah, woah! You never did anything like this with him before.

"Hiromi, what are you doi-"

At the sound of his name said in your breathless voice, his hands immediately stopped.

"...I wanted to help you relax. I'm sorry if I misunderstood."

"No, I don't mind...I just thought you were going to firmly massage my shoulders or something," you huffed with amusement.

His tense muscles started to relax again, a similar grin appearing on his own face. When you gave a nod of confirmation, he slid your pants off of your legs and tossed them carelessly.

"White lace? How pretty," Hiromi whistled lowly before pulling your underwear down too.

Though Hiromi was usually a gentle giant with you, his lawyer alter ego was now starting to kick in. You assumed he used that cocky smirk with his coworkers or while berating the prosecution's incomplete argument in court.

"Soaked already? I haven't even done anything yet...unless you've been anticipating this for a while, hm?"

"It just sounds like you're projecting," you snapped right back at him. So what if you've been curious about what sleeping with Hiromi would be like? He didn't have to know about that.

"Oh? Where's this spike of attitude coming from? That's no proper way to talk to your doting husband," he chirped before his mouth leaned down and started sucking on your clit.

Whatever words you had planned to use for rebuttal flew out of your melting brain instantly, converting into soft gasps instead. His veiny hands clamped down on your plush thighs to keep you from squirming around.

"Guess you couldn't maintain your bratty act for long, huh? It's okay. I'll forgive you this time because I'm just so kind," his tongue pushed past your puffy cunt and began to fuck you senseless.

He was a completely different man from whoever he was twenty minutes ago. And it was hot as hell.

Your head threw back against the sofa seat, incoherent whimpers spilling from your swollen lips. His own eyes rolled back, drunk off of your taste. Why had he denied himself this heaven for so long? He definitely knew what his midnight snack was going to be every night from now on. His rough groans vibrated against your walls, causing them to clench around his tongue even tighter.

And that big sexy nose of his? It perfectly rubbed against your clit each time his tongue thrusted in and out. Your hips instinctively craved that friction, rutting against his nose like an animal in heat. Eventually, the building knot in your stomach snapped; with one last lewd moan, your walls pulsated violently before your body fell limp. Hiromi didn't let any of your sacred pleasure go to waste, sucking out every last drop before raising his head.

"You don't know just how hard you made me...Uh, honey?" Hiromi paused upon glancing at your closed eyes and still limbs.

"Was I really that good? I knocked my pretty wife out to sleep immediately...Next time, you're not slipping away so easily," he huffed with subtle mirth before kissing your forehead carefully (it seems he's rather fond of that spot), as if he didn't just turn your whole world upside down.

After cleaning you up, he carried you (snoring like a giant now) back to his bed instead of your own separate room. Ever since that night, you guys have always slept in the same bed together.

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Present Day

You retired to bed early, unable to wait for Hiromi any longer. It was only 8:30 PM, but your eyes kept on fluttering shut every ten seconds. Work had turned you into a mindless zombie, apparently.

10:30 PM

You stirred later, feeling Hiromi spoon you from the back while you laid on your side. Your eyes barely cracked open before closing again in defeat.

"Honey, please. I need you..." Hiromi whispered into your ear, hands reaching beneath your loose shirt to knead your soft breasts.

"Hiromi, did you drink? I can smell it in your breath," you sighed dreamily from his touch, but the concern was still evident.

He paused for a moment before his long fingers flicked your hard nipples, a mindless distraction from the chaos in his mind.

"Yeah, I did...Um, I lost today's trial. And I knew my client was innocent, but I still failed him...I don't know. I just don't want to think about it, but at the same time, I should be dwelling upon my guilt. I couldn't save him," his voice shook as he continued to ramble on and on.

You had never seen him this beat up before. Of course, he was tired with sunken, dark eyebags 9 times out of 10, but this was different. Like his strong drive for justice was finally breaking down into glass fragments.

"Okay, okay. I understand your frustration and pain, but you tried your best, right? You can't blame yourself when the whole system is corrupt and needs reform," you weakly tried comforting him.

You were never really good when it came to these sort of things. Were you good at reading emotions? Definitely. Were you a great listener? Oh, absolutely. But you couldn't solace someone without feeling awkward internally. You just didn't know what to say and how to correctly convey it. Hence, another reason why you didn't pursue law.

But Hiromi did seem to calm down from your words. Even if it was by just a tiny amount, it still counted for something.

"Those damn geezers. I want to kill every single one of them..." he trailed off before placing wet, open kisses to the back of your neck.

You didn't know exactly who he was talking about. Was it the judge? The jury? Maybe the prosecution team? Or the whole legal structure in general? But you knew better than to inquire.

Hiromi's hands then moved downwards from your chest until they anchored around your hips. He started to dryhump you from behind, hard cock bulging through his slacks. From the rustling noises, you could tell he was still in his disheveled suit.

"Why don't you take a nice, long shower first to clear your mind and then change into something more comfortable?" you cooed quietly, knowing he wouldn't listen in his current state if you used your regular attitude.

"Shh, honey. Just humor me, please, yeah?" he nibbled on your earlobe before sliding your pants off, pleased to see there was no underwear in the way.

You only heard the sounds of a belt unbuckling and slacks unzipping before his hot tip, gushing with pre-cum, rested against your entrance.

"You're so wet. Seems like she missed me very much...Breathe," he encouraged before pushing until all of his inches nestled snugly inside of you.

At the intrusion, a lewd moan escaped from your lips. It had been two whole weeks (okay, maybe you were being overdramatic) since you've felt so filled.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Hiromi asked, nose nuzzling into your warm skin.

When you shook your head, he began pumping in and out with lazy thrusts from behind.

"My beautiful wife...You're taking me so well. I'm so lucky to have such an intelligent woman by my side," he half-moaned, half-whimpered sweet nothings into your ear, clearly pussy drunk (no, that was not the alcohol speaking).

Noises of skin slapping against skin and obscene squelches echoed throughout your private sanctuary of a bedroom. Your ass arched towards him for more contact, wails turning pornographic as he hit that spongy spot over and over again.

"Honey, we're too old to be fucking this intensely," Hiromi joked, returning back to his regular self. It seemed like only you could bring him back down to Earth whenever he was having an existential crisis.

Your tired chuckle was cut off when you suddenly cummed without warning, pure ecstasy overriding your other senses. Hiromi fucked you through it, kissing your shoulder with admiration in between each thrust, until he spilled inside and coated your walls white.

"I love you," Hiromi finally admitted, a phrase not exchanged between you two yet until this moment. He didn't care if you didn't reciprocate such a vulnerable emotion, but he still wanted you to know how he felt.

"...I love you too," you returned, turning around to kiss him deeply and start up Round 2.

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author's notes:

i am a FIRM believer in higuruma calling his significant lover "honey". it just fits him idek how to explain it

any lana del rey song suits him so well. he is the embodiment of her music.

TYSM FOR READING GUYS YAYAYAAYYA! LMK IF U ENJOYED IT! :)

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(Higuruma Hiromi x female reader) 18+ only, no minors.

Higuruma was a man of autonomy. He couldn't be tied down by the most impossible cases, yet he was about to bind himself into a marriage with you.

❧ arranged marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety & anxiety attacks, overthinking, insecurities, hesitation, slow burn, curses, takes place before Higuruma fully awakens as a sorcerer, eventual smut later in the story, reader has a vagina. 18+ only, no minors.

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