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@mayoigotokurousagi LAST ONE OF YOURS here's Jin!!!

Jin is. . .he's a lot sweeter than you'd expect once his affinity gets high lol. . . . I FEEL LIKE I ENDED UP WITH A LOT OF COMMENTARY HERE. . .he just acts very different as affinity goes up, i have to point shit out haha

I've also amended this one to be all of his voicelines now!

May 27th 2025 edit for his year 2 birthday lines

str8upjorkinit

omg.. do you guys actually miss me? 🥹

sviteer

I miss him

varuna1111

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 - 𝙳𝙰𝙸𝚂𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽

-In which you leave behind the only life you've ever known after your boyfriend cheats on you, only for him to come back after you've already started moving on-

oikawa x reader, atsumu x reader

cw: fem!reader, mentions of cheating, breakups, time skips, canon divergence, eventual smut, love triangle, angst, fluff, mentions of death wc: 2k

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥?"

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Daisy Chain - The Neighbourhood" 00:24 ━●━━━━━ 03:01 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Who do you become if you move forward? Who do you remain if you stay?

kusanagihaku

head in hands. thinking about haku packing for your honeymoon and throwing in a shirt and sweats and a thick cardigan just in case the nights at the ryokan get cold. the cardigan he packs is specifically the green one you bought for him for your first anniversary together, chosen carefully from a recycled kimono store in asakusa. you said it reminded you of him, green silk and gold thread like sunlight through leaves. he thinks it reminds him of you, of new buds in bloom, of spring and the scent of something good on the horizon.

🌶️🔞 below sorry i couldn’t help myself

yenayaps

You'd lose.

cw: crack, MDNI, background character reader, ceo!gojo who’s 6’5 and has anger issues, you’re sick of him and y/n and quit your job to go work for ceo!sukuna, barely proofread

m.list | part four | part five (you are here)

You and Sukuna took the same car to get here— his car, to be exact. A red LaFerrari that he explicitly told you not to scratch before your hand even reached for the door handle.

To say you were stranded was a bit dramatic— you were just bitter about having to call an uber when you could’ve just driven here yourself. But no, Sukuna just had to have everything go his way, being the raging narcissist he is.

Your phone began to ring as you were about to book a ride home. It was a call from none other than Uraume, Sukuna’s overworked publicist. You weren’t planning on answering at first, until you realized they’ve probably already seen videos of the two men brawling, and most likely saw you somewhere in the backyard, cringing each time you heard Sukuna’s fist crack into Gojo’s face.

The call was tense, filled with lots of sighs on Uraume's end and ‘I don’t know’s’ on yours. At one point they even had the audacity to ask why you didn’t try to stop him, to which you countered by asking, “would you have physically tried to stop him?”

“…No,” they admitted. Neither of you were as bold as y/n.

They ended up dragging you to county jail with them, and for plot purposes, used Mr. Sukuna’s car to get there. And now you are here— in jail (not really).

There’s two people here that you actually know quite well.

Kiyotaka Ijichi and Iori Utahime.

Uraume gets whipped in the face by their own bob as they snap their gaze towards Ijichi, scoffing at him as if he were the one at fault for the lingering sting on their cheek. The noise that came out of them was closer to that of a snarl though, making the poor man nearly piss his pants.

He doesn’t get paid enough for any of this. Why the fuck does he have to be the one to bail Gojo out of jail?

cloudykumo

ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ — ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ! ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ › you take a job as the hishō, personal secretary, to tokyo's most terrifyingly pretty crime boss, satoru gojo, with only one goal: to kill him. unfortunately for you, the man who allegedly murdered your parents is offensively hot, and you find yourself losing your heart somewhere between the gun in your hand and his mouth on your throat. turns out revenge is hard when your target is moaning your name. 「 ᴡᴄ: 15ᴋ 」 ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴛᴀɢꜱ › mdni/18+ only, yakuza au, enemies to lovers, violence (knife, gun, blood), mentions of death, trauma/grief/betrayal, slow burn, but also everything is burning, eventual smut, cnc, power dynamics, rough play (belt, chain), russian roulette foreplay (yeah), fem body reader, unprotected piv, he wasn't actually the villain whoops ᴀ/ɴ › somehow incapable of writing a short fic anymore... also didn't mean for it to take this long, but happy (late) birthday to our six-eyed slut! hope you guys enjoy this ♡ | art @_3aem on x

You were on your knees.

Not in apology, not in surrender, and certainly not in any posture the man in front of you deserved. If fate had a sense of humor, it was an ugly one.

The tatami bit through your stockings, cold and unforgiving. Someone had bled there not long ago; a dark streak marked the floorboards by your left hand, already drying but still tacky at the edges. You tried not to think about whose it had been. The House had no shortage of candidates.

Above you stood Satoru Gojo — oyabun of the largest syndicate in Tokyo, unofficial minister of the underworld, monster with a saint’s smile.

You had spent half your life memorizing that face. It had been sketched in ash and blood across your earliest memories, painted in Sukuna’s voice as the man who ruined everything.

Now he stood within reach. A hand-span away, close enough to kill.

His thumb pressed lightly into the hollow of your throat, reminding you that your life was his to revoke between one word and the next.

“Lie to me again,” he said, “and I’ll show you what becomes of people who try.”

One ought not to sound tender while delivering a threat. It muddled the social cues.

yenayaps

Yes, kitten.

cw: crack, MDNI, background character reader, ceo!gojo who’s 6’5 and has anger issues, you’re sick of him and y/n and quit your job to go work for ceo!sukuna, barely proofread

m.list | part one | part two | part three | part four (you are here)

Fundraisers were alright, Sukuna supposed.

Free food, free drinks, being painted as an angel in headlines for attending. Was the absolute headache, that is mingling with people he couldn’t give two shits about, a good trade off?

No, not really. He had a role to play though as a man of his caliber, and today, he is trying his best to win a Grammy.

Why?

Because he wants to beat Satoru Gojo in raising the most money for orphans. It’s like gambling, except instead of getting his money back tenfold, he gets to see Gojo nearly dissipate into thin hair from the amount of embarrassment he gets from not being the richest one in the room.

It’s like that one Katy Perry song where she talks about feeling like a plastic bag that’s drifting through the wind, and this plastic bag in particular is in the middle of a main road, flying around in every which way from all the cars that keep hitting it.

“Mr. Sukuna?”

The voice he’s more than familiar with causes him to turn around, still chewing on one of the hors d’oeuvres he snatched off one of the servers' platters, when he quickly murmurs a little, “what?” under his breath so you wouldn’t see the chewed up food in his mouth.

wttcsms

notorious playboy crown prince turned young king tooru oikawa is nothing but a speck of dust to you. insignificant at best, a minor annoyance at worst. as the eldest child of one of your kingdom's most powerful duke families, you have been raised to believe that you are the best of the best.

and it's true.

intelligent, strategic, cunning, and clever. you play the part of a noble lady well, but it's the role of heir to your family's dukedom that you fancy to play pretend. because that's all it'll ever be: playing pretend. while your father may dote on you, favor you, and love you more than anything else in the world, nothing will change the fact that women cannot and will never be allowed to rule. you may be the perfect fit to inherit the dukedom, if only your greatest flaw wasn't the fact that you are a woman.

as if the crushing news of your younger, incompetent brother being prepped to take over your father's estate isn't bad enough, your mother is pushing you to marry. gone are your days of sword training with your father, seeking privacy in your family's garden, and hunting in the woods. tea parties, gown fittings, and dance lessons fill your itinerary.

while many suitors line up, hoping to take your hand in marriage, it isn't good looks or charm or status or wealth that you are searching for. what you seek is something nearly unheard of: an equal partnership. if you can't rule the dukedom alone, can't you at least rule a simple estate with your husband, side-by-side? as true partners?

to celebrate your king's birthday, the royal family of your kingdom invites many foreign royalty and nobility to join in the festivities. there's a hunting competition, and with respect to cultural differences, your king allows even women to participate. despite your mother's protests, you participate. however, you are mistakenly given a faulty map, one that leads you to a rather secluded part of the forest -- a section of the forest that is not open to hunters. a lion enters the field you are in, and before you can decide whether to fight for your life or die trying to flee, who else would save you other than the newly crowned king of a foreign nation, tooru oikawa? the banter that ensues is cut short once you two realize that the lion wasn't the only danger present; you are both surrounded by assassins. who they're here for is quite obvious.

the two of you must defend each other; after narrowly escaping the assassins that you couldn't kill, you and oikawa are lost in the vast forest and need to seek shelter as the sun starts to set. despite you vehemently denying being cold (your shivering body giving you away), oikawa lends you his coat. the two of you make it back to the safety of your kingdom, but upon stepping foot onto royal grounds, oikawa collapses in front of everyone, and you are immediately put on trial for the attempted murder of a foreign king. when telling your story, you realize how ridiculous the truth sounds, so you tell a teensy tiny lie to get out of it.

"we were secretly meeting."

when questioned as to why a duchess from this kingdom was secretly meeting another kingdom's king, you cheekily ask everyone in the court what could be the possible reason for why a young unmarried woman and a young unmarried man would want to see each other + what kind of business they would like to discuss in private. when the judge tells you that he wants you to stop with the cheeky comments, you finally "confess" and admit that "king oikawa and i are secret lovers. that's why we were alone." it's an alibi, one that can only be confirmed by oikawa and oikawa alone.

for days, you wait in anxiety for him to wake up. you have been thrown into jail for the time being since your feeble story is hardly enough to clear your name. you've had no contact with oikawa and all you've done when the two of you were escaping death together was either insult him or ignore him. when a guard stops in front of your cell with a grim expression on his face, you're certain that this is the end of your life. you prepare for the execution order, but what you're not prepared for is for the guard to unlock your cell and kneel down to you, giving you a sincere apology on behalf of the royal family.

after all, king oikawa was threatening war when he heard that his beloved fiancee was behind bars.

(old concept that i still think about often!! fake marriage with reluctant allies to lovers!!!! banter! slowburn! but that light mood of this premise turns dark very fast; a good blend of being both plot and character driven!! you've got your own ulterior motives, as does he and everyone else in this story. morally grey characters!!! murder, espionage, political intrigue, family drama and secrets, backstabbing, falling in love!!!!)

kominigiru

FROM EDEN.

summary ⟡ A wounded knight finds sanctuary with a witch.

contains ⟡ 17.1k wc, female reader, witch reader, knight phainon, (temporary) amnesia/memory loss, yandere?, phainon is mentally unhealthy here, moral ambiguity, blood and violence (not very graphic but it is there), minor character deaths (yes. deathS!), slow burn-ish, some fluff

note ⟡ it’s here!!! it’s finally here!!!! 😁 after two long months, i can finally share this fic with all of you hehehehe. also i changed the title last minute bc i realized from eden fit much better with what i was going for in this story than like real people do!! i also dedicate this piece to @elysiumae for sending me the art that inspired me to write this in the first place. i hope you come to love this just as much as i do <3

also posted on ⟡ ao3

𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

Steel clashes against steel. The air is thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood, and Phainon—commander of King Nanook’s vanguard—stands in the heart of the chaos. His black helm marks him as a beacon, and enemy spears and arrows alike seek him out. Around him, his men falter, their shields splintered, their cries swallowed by the roar of advancing foes.

madamechrissy

Veiled Secrets

you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

contents/warnings - Historically INNACURATE asf, some angst, depression, enemies to lovers, lots of dry humour, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, a fuck ton of drama and games, he falls first and he falls hard. This chap - oral (f receiving) p in v sex, semi public sex, possessive Satoru, heavy angst, evil Suguru, court plots against our pookies, love confessions, a mix of fluff/smut/ anddd angst <3 - 10.2k wc

art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹

Enjoy this messy long chap - sorry for the wait my loves <3

<<<part five - playlist - masterlist - part seven (soon)

part six

Satoru swallows down his nausea when he peers at a letter that’s all folded up laying on your table, you’re fast asleep, spent from the love making. This week back has been cruel to both of you, and his time is scattered, it’s torn between you, endless meetings, the three concubines left, and planning peace agreements with the neighboring territory.

He’s barely been able to see you.

Last night he met you in your room late, kissing you until you cried out, holding you against him and making sure you came as much as you could until you almost fainted. He woke up and gently brushed your cheek, admiring your pretty little face as the hints of morning shone in, before he stood and studied more about you, the things you’ve brought.

He wanted to learn more of who you were, he saw some pretty silver brushes that must be from your family, the pin he knew was from the night shoved in a drawer hastily he notes. It’s almost as if you threw the damn thing in there, along with a little bottle of that fragrance you wore constantly, the one that entrances him to no end.

But the note, he can’t help but look at it, knowing he shouldn’t but he unfolds it carefully anyway, jaw setting then. He worried it would be some sort of love note, he knows you cared for that dumb knight, even if it wasn’t returned, but the nature of the note in question has his heart pounding in his ears, hands shaking with anger that anyone wrote you like that.

It’s not an anger at you, it’s an anger that he got to touch you, when he clearly gave you some fucking counterfeit necklace you clung to for dear life, traipsing around town spinning his dumb fucking tales. Yet he can’t help but want to burn this and any note to the fucking ground when he reads its contents in a scrawled, elegant handwriting.

My princess,

Forgive me for this, but I cannot stop thinking of you, the essence of your perfect nectar slipping across my fingers, I must admit I hungrily sucked it off and got just a taste of your sweetness. Your innocence which I hold so dearly to my heart, I know you wish it to be taken, but we must wait, my sweet flower, I wish to take my time and cherish every part of you when we do.

The memory of that alone lives on in a loop in my heated mind, and I know it’s a certain death if this gets out, but how can I not write to you, how can I not memorize every movement? Every flutter of your eyelashes like a butterfly's wings when I curled my fingers, the way your teeth sunk into your plush lip? It will be ingrained, as is the sweet way you asked for me to take you.

harmonysanreads

──── ⵌ RECORDS OF THE WITCH HUNTS

Characters: Phainon, Anaxa, Aventurine, Mydei, Dr. Ratio, Sunday

Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, References to past Witch Hunts, Mentions of Misogyny, Macabre Themes, Medical Malpractice, Mentions of Human Trafficking, Blood, Coercion, Murders, Themes of Obsession, Mentions of Cult-ish Behaviours, Implied Not-SFW themes, Fictional Depictions of Faith, Occasional Humor, Witch!Reader.

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