꒰ # @impishmuses ꒱ — ‧₊˚✩彡 a private/friends only multi-muse roleplay blog. please read my rules and keep in mind this blog is only open to friends so if you happen upon it and we're not buddies on discord, please keep scrolling!!! . ♡ written by milk ♡ (low activity for now)

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active muses jj/k: [✦] obviously my main gojo blog (primary) [✦] satomi (primary) yuji (request only) maki (request only) sukuna (request only)

varka originally arrived in snezhnaya to make diplomatic negotiations after years of tension between the knights of favonius and the fatui. he'd taken down his fair share of fatuus, and in turn they'd harmed many of his fellow knights. hell, he still can't quite grasp how they haven't been completely at each other's throats and openly hostile considering all the damage accumulated on both sides.

that being said, he's also not certain this is the right choice. he's kind of going on a whim here in following some cryptic messages from the witches. basically, there's a much bigger threat and they all need to work together and put aside their differences.

considering how many of the harbingers are down for the count, and how the regrator, mayor, and jester are all busy with their own missions and duties, he's actually surprised that the tsaritsa of all people is the one to greet him and his crew that journeyed up here.

there's a feast and lots of firewater and dandelion wine passed around. their nations might often be at odds, but at least there's something they can all agree on. he's already drank an ungodly amount himself and left barely buzzed, but his mates are all down for the count and escorted to their accommodations in the palace, thus leaving him with the ice queen herself who really isn't all that icy. sure, she's got the look, but she's… amiable. a lot more than he'd expected and heard.

she's also incredibly bold and forward.

now, don't get varka wrong. he's a knight and a gentleman first and foremost, and he's often the type to assume more innocent intentions especially where women are concerned, but he's also a man and he's definitely not as stupid as he might come off as.

laying it on thick is an understatement. he's pretty damn sure the woman's either in heat somehow, or this is the most batshit insane test he's ever been put up to.

"a-are you sure, your uh… your majesty? you sure this is alright?" varka asks, his voice actually cracking on the question. dear archons above, when was the last time his voice had done that? and to think it's happening now because of an archon…

his hands hover hesitantly above her hips, gloved fingers itching to dig into the meat of her thighs and pull her down closer. they're situated on her throne of all places with her straddling and hovering above him. it's a lovely view, really, and he can probably list on one hand the places he'd rather be than seated beneath a beautiful woman, but this is compromising, isn't it?

"i know this is your palace and you're an archon and all, but i'm not keen on being disrespectful, you know?"

shit.

"heh, well, you see... lohen actually suggested we coat them all in some invisible ink from fontaine to uh... launch sneak attacks on the wild hunt and fatui strongholds, sooooo..."

satomi taps idly away at her phone, looking through all the pictures and deleting the ones she didn't like, while saving the ones that didn't come out blurry. it wasn't a vacation, but they'd visited a pretty place nonetheless, so she felt she needed to take pictures. just as she's about to hit send to forward it to shoko, she feels a hand creep between her thighs and push up her skirt. her eyes widen comically and before she can even question it she he's whispering into her ear.

her phone nearly goes flying, shocked on multiple fronts since his fingers are trailing dangerously close to the hem of her panties, the whisper into her ear (warm breath and all) made her shiver, and then also the minor detail of them still being in a car with a manager driving. thankfully, the manager is too focused on driving to notice.

"suguru!" she whisper-shouts, flustered in a way that someone like her very rarely ever is. "what are you doing?! we're gonna get caught!" suddenly, satomi gojo of all people cares about propriety and decency when she runs the risk of getting caught like this. she thinks that's perfectly reasonable.

she's dodging the question too, though, because he's right. she's been thinking about that night he took her to poundtown far more often than she would ever care to admit. her shifting the subject, diverting it to just him getting handsy in the damn car, is how she avoids that. unfortunately, the rest of her body hasn't gotten the memo yet because her thighs seem to instinctively part a little further in invitation.

satomi was confused enough to truly believe those couldn't possibly be for her, but her senpai's comment indicates otherwise and she can't help the smile that etches itself onto her face. she's grinning like a kid in a candy shop and as much money as they want to spend on the delicious treats. only this is BETTER because it's her senpai giving her flowers and a rare moment of him being sweet to her.

"don't read into it?!?" she repeated, already lifting them and beaming. she was quite possibly the happiest girl in the world in that moment. "right, because utaouji is always giving out flowers to all the girls he knows?" she hopes not. she hopes he doesn't even regularly associate with other women that aren't her.

"you gave these to me because i'm your favorite kohai and you're too shy to say i'm so cute and amazing and the best! but it's okay, i understand your gesture."

she wants to defensively reply that no, she isn't shy at all, but satomi feels heat creeping up her neck to the tips of her ears, and she knows that's bullshit. it's ridiculous, too, because her and mei mei are both girls. granted, she's never been to an onsen before, but her senpai, in a surprising moment of generosity, invited her.

"i'm not! it's just that sudden temperature changes mess with my technique!" Yeah, no, that's a load of shit. Satomi closes her eyes and takes a breath then, steadying her nerves, before she pulls her towel off and quickly slips into the warm waters. It's so soothing... honestly, it makes her nerves from just seconds earlier seem to melt away in an instant.

"o-oh," she says, looking over at the older woman. "it feels really nice, mei-san. so what're we supposed to do in these sorts of places huh? hanging around naked with strangers seems awkward, don'tcha think?"

satomi wakes up because she can see the sunlight filtering into the room even with her eyes closed. she whines and snuggles more into her pillow, and takes a few seconds to clock that her pillow is solid and warm and—

             ohgodthatwasn'tanotherdreamsuguruandiactuallyfucked.

hesitantly, she looks up to see suguru still sleeping, and it's only then that her body seems to truly catch up with her realization because she's sore and feels like she took a battering ram right into her guts. it's a pleasant ache, though, and she feels warmth in her cheeks when she remembers the noises she was making and how she was crying 'cause she was getting it so good and...

satomi sits up then, another dose of reality rearing its ugly head when she glances at his phone on the nightstand to see his girlfriend's been calling him. she scrunches up her nose, annoyed , but there's a satisfaction she feels knowing she's in bed with another girl's boyfriend—her best friend, no less. it's a powerful feeling knowing he'd wanted her that badly that he evidently didn't care about his taken status.

"suguru," she nudges him a little, before lightly tapping his cheek to wake him up. "suguru! get up!! we have some things we need to talk about...!" she also wants attention, but mostly it's because they need to talk about what happened!

yuji stops where he is, shock written all over his face as he can't believe what he's just heard. his ears must be deceiving him because kugisaki complimenting him is less likely than fushiguro going streaking throughout the campus. now, yuji might be stupid, but he's not dumb enough to realize that this is rare and he should appreciate it despite the kneejerk-reaction he feels to make some idiotic comment that'll make kugisaki not only change her mind, but insult him with her meanest combo yet.

❝ uh...  thanks for the compliment(?), kugisaki! ❞  yuji  grins, genuine and bright, before he speaks again. the filter has officially turned off, as what comes out of his mouth next is probably one of the worst possible responses. 

unfortunately, yuji actually can be that stupid. 

❝ you too! ❞  poor boy doesn't even realize his mistake…

for a few fleeting seconds, satomi was just about to smile and already starting to reach over, but suguru did the unexpected (not really) and told her no, which immediately made her frown. hurt and betrayed, and by her own best friend no less! how could he?! she gasped indignantly, immediately leaning in closer. so he wanted to pick on her, huh? she decided she'd be extra annoying in retaliation.   

❝ because i don't deserve to be told no! ❞ she really meant that, too. that was the side effect of her being an obscenely rich girl in addition to being blessed with a top-tier curse technique and good looks. granted, it was mostly those that worked within the gojo estate and members of the clan that wanted to kiss her ass because of her power, but still. suguru was her bestie! he's supposed to spoil her too! 

❝ c'mon, let me! i'm soooo bored and your hair is pretty. i promise i won't make it into a silly braid, okay? ❞ satomi didn't wait for his approval, already reaching for his hair. she hadn't even wanted to braid his hair that badly, but at that point it was the principle of the matter. her ego and bratty attitude refused to let it go. 

❝ i'll let you touch my hair too, ❞ she offered, blue eyes wide and lips drawn into her most devastating pout. 

for a moment, satomi isn't sure she's heard correctly. did that brown-nosing little piece of shit just tell her she had no say in something? HIM? and who the hell did he think he was trying to boss her around?! a total nobody weakling with audacity somehow larger than that massive dome of an empty skull of his. 

❝ is that so, usami? ❞ she asks, tilting her head. her tone is leveled, but the furrow in her brow and sneer curling onto her lips speaks to her volume of contempt for this dog. actually, no, she takes that back. dogs don't deserve such disrespect. the man before her is more like a mosquito—annoying, useless, ugly, and the literal dude nobody invited. 

seriously, did anyone even like this tool?

❝ and who is going to make me, huh? you? ❞ satomi actually cackles at that, obnoxious and loud because she couldn't give a damn about trying to appear ladylike around the most annoying guy on earth. no, her airy and flirty laugh is reserved solely for hunks like her senpai, not this prick.

cute? 

at first, satomi wants to be offended. kittens and babies are cute. satomi gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, is not a cutie patootie. she's hot and sexy and she has guys tripping over themselves trying to get between her legs. 

( heavy emphasis on the trying, as her senpai is the biggest cockblock in the world. meanie! jerk!! so mean!!! )

the offense, however, quickly gives way to giddiness as it dawns on her that nanami of all people is actually giving her a compliment. it's not just a compliment, either, but praise about her looks! so he has noticed the effort she puts in to being so lovely. 

❝ you think i'm cute? ❞ she asked, tilting her head and blinking curiously. her smile is a little shy, and she tucks some of her hair behind her ear, actually giggling a little. it's one thing to have attention, but it's something else entirely to finally? get a hold of nanami's? maybe?  

❝ do you think i'm the cutest, nanamin? ❞ satomi knows she's pushing her luck at this point, but she likes to be praised. she's batting her eyelashes, fishing for compliments. 

childe trembles for a moment as feelings of devotion and pride overwhelm him. he knows he's one of her many fatui, but still he always feels extra special that she actually acknowledges him. even many of the other harbingers are indifferent to him at best, but to have the attention of the Royal Majesty herself?

he immediately drops into a bow, a hand placed over his heart as a means of conveying his unwavering loyalty to the tsaritsa.

❝ your majesty, ❞ he begins. despite being a boy that grew up in the small ice-fishing village of morepesok and a hardened warrior of the fatui, even he knows proper manners when addressing his queen.

❝ i'm honored by your presence. did you need me for something? whatever it is, i can handle it immediately. ❞ he does have to train some new recruits and head out to nod krai to fetch something for pulcinella, but that can wait.