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hai hai hai!! it’s plum. slvttyplum

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tumblr finally nerfed me unfortunately. my acct has been terminated and i sent in an appeal but idk when they will get back to me.

this sucks but i’m trying to remain positive so… yeah :)

[slvttyplum]

oh, plum on! ✰ plummie ✰ twenty one

✰ black ✰ she/her ✰ istp- t. satoru’s wife and sukunas caretaker.

viewer discretion is advised: the following page contains material so nasty that you are guaranteed to leave wet. please be mindful as you go through this page. stay wet, bye! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

✰ reqs open: hai ✰ 18+ ONLY ✰ nsfw & occasional sfw

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✰ satoru

✰ choso

✰ toji

✰ suguru

✰ sukuna

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[hellecator]

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

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Synopsis: You, a princess of the Western Kingdom, the sole heir with arrangements made to be married with prince's from other lands sneak off as always only to walk into a place that sells peasants and slaves. To his surprise, you save him from a beating and buy him off!

Pairing: SATORU GOJO X FEM!READER

"A/N: This is my first time making a series on Tumblr and I'm still figuring things out. So please forgive me for my grammar and mistakes. It is inspired by a bot on C.ai made by Vxlyinn."

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As the sun rose, the day began. With maids and servants scattered around the castle, busy with their duties, she took her time inside her room, sitting at the old vanity mirror as she stared at herself. The jewel-like crown sat atop her head like a trophy, yet she didn’t feel accomplished at all. She should have been happy—born into royalty, living a lavish lifestyle, surrounded by riches and admiration—yet she was not.

She heard praise every day from visitors, the poor and ragged staring at her, wishing to replace her or even just taste her lifestyle. And she wanted to agree, to trade her lavish life for a poor one. Behind the gates, discipline and education were the only things that mattered. Her father, the King, wanted a son to take his place, yet received a daughter instead.

Growing up, she was quick to mature—to walk like a girl, act like one, and know when to be one. When she was younger, she would watch the little boys holding wooden swords and playing around. But when she tried to hold one, a stick struck her hand, disappointment obvious in her mother’s gaze. In her mother’s words, girls were petite, fragile, and obedient. Princesses were married off to other kingdoms for treaties, peace, and reputation.

Using the excuse of not feeling well, she removed the crown and shoved it into the vanity drawer before making her way to the enormous closet. Opening it, her hands shuffled between dresses, searching for the outfits she hid from the maids and her mother.

Pulling out a dress, she examined it. It was made of cheap fabric—the kind worn by the poor. She changed out of her puffy dress and into the rags, feeling far less suffocated than before.

She had already bribed the maids to keep her parents distracted, though she knew it hardly mattered; they rarely sought her presence anyway. Leaving her room, she slipped past the castle gates and entered the village that surrounded it. It was alive with movement—people passing by stalls, buildings open and filled with chatter.

Lost in thought, her feet carried her aimlessly until she halted, snapping back into reality at the sound of a whip. She realized she had wandered into a building. It was quieter, yet somehow felt crowded by what she saw.

People were chained to the walls, dirtied, dressed in ripped rags. Some cried, others scowled. But one person in particular caught her attention—hair white as clouds, eyes as blue as the ocean, skin pale yet covered in bruises and old wounds.

Her eyes widened as a thick stick was raised at him, one that looked strong enough to break bone. She rushed forward, stopping the man before he could strike.

The chained man watched her, then mumbled something into the owner’s ear. The owner began to argue until she shoved something into his hand, silencing him immediately.

The owner left in a hurry, signaling for the guards to unchain him. He rubbed his sore wrists, then looked up at her, blue eyes studying her as she turned toward him. He narrowed his gaze when she crouched down, reaching out to gently wipe grime from his face. He pulled back quickly, distrust clouding his expression as he stood.

“No need to touch me,” he grumbled, uneasiness sharp in his voice. She let out a quiet laugh. The only reason he would be unchained was if he were being moved or bought. The latter seemed likely as she was handed papers to sign.

He followed her out of the building, wincing at the sunlight as he adjusted to its brightness. “Where we going?” he asked, voice hoarse as he trailed behind her, noticeably taller. She hummed in reply.

“My home,” she said, walking with graceful posture—an odd contrast in a place filled with people of low status. “Should I call you Gojo or Satoru?” she asked, slowing down to walk beside him instead of ahead.

“Don’t care. Your choice,” he muttered, his eyes drifting over the stalls they passed, curiosity replacing some of his wariness. “Do you want anything?” she asked. He immediately replied with a no.

They continued walking, approaching the castle gates. His confusion and uneasiness grew. Was she being kind just to mess with him? Why were they heading toward the castle? Was she someone important? Why had she chosen him out of everyone there?

The guards standing at each side of the gate bowed as they entered, only confusing him further. Inside, people they passed bowed—not to him, but to her. The realization slowly sank in.

Was she the princess? And why in the world was she dressed in rags?

The two walked down the long marble halls of the castle, the echo of their footsteps the only sound between them. Servants bowed as they passed, though they dared not raise their heads long enough to question why the princess walked beside a bruised, rag-clad stranger. Gojo kept his gaze forward, shoulders stiff, uneasiness clinging to him with every step deeper into the palace.

She briefly glanced at him—tired, filthy, tense—and quickened her pace.

“This way,” she said softly, pushing open a pair of ornate doors carved with lotus patterns. Warm steam curled out from within, carrying the gentle scent of herbs. It was the bathhouse—quiet, empty, lit by lanterns that reflected across pools of clear water.

Gojo froze at the entrance, eyes narrowing. “You’re… letting me use this?”

“You need to clean up,” she said. “And rest.”

He stared at her like she was speaking a foreign language.

She guided him inside, gesturing toward one of the private bath sections divided by tall wooden shutters. “Go behind there. No one will see you. I’ll stay on the other side so you have privacy.”

He hesitated, almost suspiciously. “You’re not… leaving?”

“No,” she replied, settling behind the shutters, her voice gentle but firm. “We need to talk.”

He didn’t move at first, then reluctantly stepped behind the screen. She heard the faint rustling of fabric, the quiet hiss of water as he washed away layers of dirt and blood. For the first time since entering the village, she allowed her shoulders to relax.

“So,” he began, voice echoing slightly in the tiled room, “why’d you buy me?”

She inhaled slowly. It was the question she knew would come.

“I bought you,” she said carefully, “because you were going to be hurt. Or worse.” She paused, fingers tightening in her lap. “And because… I thought you deserved freedom.”

A splash of water sounded—small, as if he had turned toward the shutters.

“You don’t even know me,” he muttered.

“I don’t need to know you to know that no one deserves chains,” she replied.

Silence hung thick for a moment. Then he asked, “So what do you want in return? People don’t do things for nothing.”

She shut her eyes.

“I want to escape.”

Gojo stopped moving.

“…Escape?” His tone was unreadable.

“Yes,” she breathed out. “I don’t want to be a princess. Not anymore. I bought you because you looked strong, capable… and because I need someone who isn’t loyal to the crown. Someone who doesn’t see me as a royal. Someone who might help me leave this place.”

A long pause.

Water dripped lightly back into the pool.

Then Gojo exhaled—a tired, humorless sound. “So you bought me to… what? Be your guard dog?”

“No,” she said quietly. “To be someone who walks beside me. If you want to.”

He didn’t answer. But she heard the water move again—slower, calmer this time.

After a minute, his voice came softer.

“You’re strange,” he muttered.

She smiled faintly. “I’ve been told that.”

She heard him step closer to the shutter, the faint shadow of his figure visible through the wood.

“I don’t trust you,” he warned.

“You don’t have to. I just need time.”

Another pause.

Then, grudgingly—

“…Fine. I’ll listen. For now.”

It wasn’t agreement.

But it wasn’t a refusal.

Days passed, and the castle grew used to the presence of a white-haired stranger.

At first, Gojo felt like a ghost drifting through gilded halls—watched by guards, whispered about by servants, bowing to no one. But she stayed close, guiding him through each unfamiliar corner like he belonged there.

And slowly, he began to.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30

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BTS: Gojo: Why can't I be the prince and you be the peasant? I'm more stunning than you! I can be those hot prince's that save sad girl in danger. You: You're a man-child and it would be more satisfying seeing you below me.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! :P I'll make a part 2 soon, I'm quite lazy so my uploads will be random.

Edit: Taglist will be added for this fic!! Just tell me if you want it :)

[sugar-plum-writer]

Grave in Shibuya <3 [MDNI]

Fantasy: Satoru Gojo x Fem!MC x Royomen Sukuna (Series)

Chapter - 1: MIND - 1

Précis: Spilling of their ownership adoration is too much for you- too deep in you; can you bear it all? you are a good sorcerer right? no way will you leave your duties all because...things got too 'physical'? right?

Lovin': Fem!SorcererReader, dark twisted romance, grey-areas, suggestive and slight NSFW, love-triangle, imperfect-MC, high-tension, intense, sensory loaded.

Note: Do you like sensory depravation? do you like having your head empty? an intensity that makes you lost? An all devilish tempting darkness to indulge in? intimacy with backstory? well this is for you sweetheart

Word count:1.4k

MIND- 1

BANG!

The loud crash of building crumbling as concrete turned into sand echoed, shards of glass in the air glistening like diamonds before piercing the body of the civilians.

The whole of Shibuya was turning into rubble, the death toll turning from tens to thousands- the proof of sukuna's revival in every pool of blood, and crimson splattering across the grey pavement.

It was the concerto of death, violence, blood, pure malice and unquestionable authority and power. His slashes mercilessly and inhumanely ripping through the nerves, flesh and bones.

You were just another one of the sorcerers, trying your best to save lives, any many as possible, running yourself dry of cursed energy. You were running on fumes and you knew it.

Right now as you carried many more dead bodies, hands drenched in blood, bags under your eyes, breathing heavy and shallow, so many thoughts raced through your mind.

The Past.

The present.

The future if you live to see it.

You weren't strong like your co-worker Gojo, as for grade 1 sorcerers? you were ranked in the middle, not too weak but not to strong either. You did your best, lived by your truth and your motto- trained hard, worked hard, stuck to your code and bury many tragedies to not end up like him, him being Geto.

You always stuck to your lane, just close enough but not close at all, like smoke; afterall even if you were a sorcerer, your life also held enough weight for yourself, but, its also a lie; as you tear yourself apart in fights when it comes to saving those close to you.

Gojo always told you, 'heh...you really like being knees deep into others lives huh? so much for trying to keep boundaries, just admit it dumbass you care more than you like to admit', with that annoying cocky grin as if he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Then there was Yuji, Sukunas vessel, when Gojo first brought him in, you totally did not believe it; how is this possible? its beyond you.

You felt pity for Yuji, he's a young boy dragged into this mess, you assisted him, guided him, did your best as the mentor.

When you first met Sukuna, it felt chilling, near-death experiences? sure. But, Sukuna was not just anyone, the sheer arrogance, pride, ego, cold-hard rationality, power. It's endless.

Holding his gaze you knew he had broken you apart, mapped you out even your techniques. But, you were never the type to give up? so what if he held your gaze piercing into your soul and swallowing you whole you'll hold it back, firm and unrelenting.

Since when did the abyss ever scare you?

The way his fingers wrapped themselves around your throat, an iron grip strong, unrelenting just like him. The air suffocating in your lungs, trying to get a wiff of oxygen. Eyes glazing over as you struggled with your might. The piercing red eyes burring through yours.

It was the first time the pain, the guardedness was shifting, torn into shreds.

As if caressing the nakedness of your souls flesh, inch by inch, cruelty against warmth, gripping, bruising, cannibalized

The way his grip got tighter, vice, full of venom- poison. Contorting your wind pipe. harshness against your warmth and softness.

Feeling crushed, gagged, drool slipping past your lips, cold unlike the hot blood pulsing between you and him.

And Oh how his thumb pressed more, finger tips rubbing against the vein, nail grazing letting blood trickle down, trailing down his arm, as if inking and tattooing itself onto him- the thrill in his eyes as he felt your pulse and its beats, as if its the greatest symphony.

You were not No.1 but damn did you had some pride in your status as grade 1-

You felt something shift, sub-consciously shift, and just like that you started to keep some distance from Yuji.

More lost in though you wondered if he's alive right now, so many things to say and-

'hey? are you okay?', A soft voice approached as if afraid of startling you snapping you out of your memories

'ah...yes..I am fine just lost in though', you blinked out of the daze as you raised your head holding the gaze- its one of the young volunteers

The swirl in your heart had subsided feeling calmer now

"Well, its just you have been standing surrounded by these...pools of blood and dead bodies for 15 minutes", the girl whispered covering her nose with hand-kerchief as the rotting smell of corpses was too much

"what-?", you glanced around and realize, you really had dissociated because of just how intense the past few days have been

The flies sticking to your hands, eating away the blood stains as the sun beat down, making the already rotting stench even worse.

Unable to force any words out, nor able to do anything, the silence just grew more and more awkward, and later the girl just left after giving you tissues, getting a call to assist with injured sorcerers.

'Well...that was awkward, never again- better check out other districts', thinking to yourself and wiping the blood away using the tissues.

'ugh...my hands are sticky, disgusting', annoyed just grumbled with a slight frown

That's when Gojo entered your mind

If Gojo was here he'd probably laugh seeing your disgusted expression, hot whispers near your ears, annoying and teasing-holding an air of depth, hotness and deep signals; melting into your heart-

His presence never just lingered, it slithered, confident in the way someone does when they already know they’ve won.

And his laugh unforgettable

The azure eyes holding yours, irises locked, how above he is yet humors you, looking at his stupid grin all you could focus on were his teeth-

The sharp canines, the smooth enamel with light reflecting off it, looking harmless yet-

When they sink in they leave the deepest marks

The texture of the edges of his canines, a slick thick layer of saliva coating his tongue lathering onto your flesh- flavors of your flesh making blood trail his lips

To feel your nerves himself, how they tremble deep under your muscles.

The ultimate consumption, becoming one.

Each whisper, hot breath near your ears- a graze against your skin. Finger running and tracing your sides playfully sent blooming goosebumps and icy shivers as you keep your distance

Never letting him get too close.

Even the sky mocked you—the same azure as his eyes, looking down, pinning you in place.

Even if you curse him out.

Even if you hated him

You really could use some laughter to ease the numbing in your body, mind, heart and soul-

The sting of flesh digging into your nails of corpses, chipping away the red nail polish, even the tissues did not help wipe the blood away

Gazing at your hands, the patches of dried blood, turning into copper red, as you were filled with an overwhelming sense of exhausting.

Stepping past one of the corpses you made your way deeper. You had work to do after all.

Shibuya was going to be the grave of your soul

...

'Domain expansion', Closing your eyes, your words echoed quietly, as the curses like wolfs surrounded you, wanting a taste of your blood- and the plasma in it. You had been fighting for god knows how long, with sorcerers dying left and right, Nanami, Nobara and everyone else- more and more resources being constrained.

Being one of the grade-1 sorcerers, you were stuck, even the culling games had taken the toll, no way for contact, it felt never ending.

A hoard of despair, dread and death bathing you, peeling away your clothes bit by bit, to expose the vulnerability underneath the armor to the brutality.

It's dark shades, coloring, tracing, seeping through the fabric.

As it stains your fingers, breasts, flicking the nipples, swirling around them- as a drop of its despair drips down- all the way down- between your legs, caressing your inner thighs, touching the lips- then the clit wrapping you wanting to feel you all over.

Not out of desire but consumption.

The consumption of your sanity.

The mind-numbing, slow slip from the edge into the deeper waters, the sunlight barely reaching you.

That's how it felt, the way Shibuya was raining down on you.

As all the curses contorted as your domain expansion destroyed the area again.

It was getting harder and harder to snap out of your thoughts, the sensory overload was too much. One of the reasons you tried to feel less, to reduce the stimulation, but right now Shibuya was throwing it all at you.

Hurling it.

Suffocating you more.

But what really set and cracked through the sanity was hearing Gojo was locked in the prison realm as Kenjaku tricked him.

And even worse-

Sukunas revival.

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[End of first chapter- 'MIND- 1'. Welcome to the series, its a dark, love triangle, with many grey zones, temptation and more- if you wanna keep knowing updates just ask me to tag you in the comments~ and show love~ (^-^)]

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[slvttyplum]

hi lovelies!

plum making a serious post and not writing about fucking fictional men or women? i know i know settle down.

i just want everyone to know, i don’t like drama… that people involve me in. i like drama on my own accord, like arguing about gojo or something and saying i mog people.

i want my page to be fun, like you know what? go read about toji fucking you, or suguru fucking you, that’s what i’m here for, a safe place for not only you but for myself.

things have happened and i just wanted to address it before things spiral again.

that being said i won’t bring drama to my page or discord anymore because i want y’all to feel comfortable.

but if someone says something rude to me i will respond back, i can’t help it, i just won’t do it as much.

i love you all, thanks for supporting me and my writing

@afrodisiiac

[slvttyplum]

would yall read gojo x plum smut... idk

thoughts?? 🤨

yes, absolutely, mm yes

we're okay...

Voting ended onJul 15, 2024

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[slvttyplum]

i want to know my beautiful audience more hehehe, which one do you like me writing, like who’s your favorite character to read about from my page?

who?? 🤓

satoru

suguru

choso

toji

shoko

sukuna

Voting ended onJul 6, 2024