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  1. Public Bookmark 25

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    Riza is dead asleep again by the time that Roy gets her settled in the passenger's seat of his car. It's unusual driving, given that Riza tends to drive him everywhere and every one of his senses is overpowered by his stupid, instinctual brain telling him stupid, instinctual things like 'your omega's in heat, go home and make a den, get her to nest in it, feed her good food, knot her until she feels better, and make her yours, yours, yours'.

    God, he's so fucked.

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    11 Sep 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 78

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    Six hundred million Yen. It was obscene. Impossible. A sum of money that could fund hospitals, schools, orphanages. And it was being spent on her, on her body, on her future, as though she were a painting to be hung on a wall or a horse to be stabled and bred.

    She wanted it to stop.

    The heat was unbearable. The collar was suffocating. The lights were too bright, the voices too loud, the weight of three hundred eyes too heavy to bear. She sighed, putting her head down.

    Her chin dropped to her chest, and her bangs fell forward, hiding her face from the crowd. She could not watch anymore. Could not listen. Could not bear to see who would win, who would own her, who would take her away to a future she could not imagine.

    Just to stop her head from aching.

    “Going once,”

    The auctioneer’s voice was distant now, muffled, as though she were hearing it from underwater.

    “Going twice.”

    The crowd held its breath.

    “Sold!”
    ***
    When Gojo Satoru is sealed, the higher-ups, waste no time in seizing control, by having an underground auction where Omegas are sold for pleasure, and their wombs for breeding stronger bloodlines.

    And among the captives is Iori Utahime.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    “Satoru has this… little system he likes to follow.”

    Gojo’s smirk flickered, a ghost of its usual arrogance. Geto paused, letting the curiosity build. “He finds a girl. For a month.” Utahime blinked, her brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “…Like a date? A… monthly date with girls?”

    The table chuckled.

    “Oh, bless you,” Mei purred, her voice rich with wicked amusement. “He’s not booking dinner tables, or taking her to cinema, love. He’s booking a bed. He fucks her. For thirty days. Think of it as a… short-term carnal contract.”

    The colour heightened from Utahime’s face. “Oh,” she breathed, the sound barely audible. She shrunk into her seat, her fingers tightening around her glass.

    Geto, merciless, continued. “The girl becomes his submissive. For thirty days.”

    Utahime’s breath stuttered.
    ***
    One month.

    That’s all Iori Utahime needs. Thirty days to erase the man who shattered her confidence, to scour away the poison of his insults, and to remember what it feels like to be truly desired. And when she learns that Gojo Satoru takes a girl for exactly that span of time, a thrilling idea takes root:

    She wants to be next.

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    04 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 72

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    “What do you think?” Ellie says quietly, pressed against his side in the dark.

     

     

    Or, a His Dark Materials AU in which there are daemons, Specters, an identity crisis or two, and everything, even a daemon changing forms, happens for a reason.

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    24 Sep 2025

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    Best fic I've ever read

  5. Public Bookmark 58

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    As a fine arts major herself, Utahime was intimately familiar with the idea of needing to be the best—to produce the best work. It was something everyone around her strived for as well. Gojo never seemed to compete with anyone though, and that only fueled the competition surrounding him further. Who was he to not play the game? What right did he have to be so effortless?

    OR, most artists were known to be terribly infatuated with their muse. It appeared that Satoru Gojo was no exception.

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    23 Sep 2025