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true form!sukuna comforts you when you cry about your weight ♡

angst/ fluff - part of my true form!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here

you’re curled up in bed, face buried in your pillow in attempt to silence your pitiful sobs.

you felt stupid. pathetic. you’d heard a couple of the other concubines talking in the hallway five minutes prior, saying how they ‘don’t understand why sukuna favours you’ — then following that up with a series of distasteful comments about your weight.

you wish it hadn’t bothered you, but was there a chance they could be right? why does sukuna favour you? you’re not thin, or particularly special — what did he see in you?

before you can dwell any further, heavy footsteps close in, the doors of your chamber swinging open with force.

sukuna knew exactly how to make an entrance.

you keep your face buried in your pillow, trying to silence yourself to avoid embarrassment.

"woman. what are you doing," sukuna asks, crossing two of his meaty arms over his chest, narrowing his primary set of eyes in confusion.

"…it’s nothing," you sniffle, "i just need to be alone."

sukuna scoffs at your request, closing the distance between you almost instantly, now hovering over you. “look at me."

you knew sukuna wasn’t asking — he was telling. yet you just couldn’t allow him to see you like this, vunerable and ‘weak.’

"…no," you mumble, voice quiet and feeble.

without wasting another second, he reaches between you and the pillow, gripping your chin and turning your face to the side. his grip softens almost immediately after seeing your sad, red eyes, stray tears still trickling down your blotchy face.

more tears begin to fall as sukuna looks down on you, your mind beginning to race worrying what he’d think of you for emitting such ‘pathetic human emotions.’

yet he doesn’t ridicule you, just stares almost uncomfortably — like he doesn’t know quite what to do.

you begin to sob more.

"tsk…" he hisses quietly, gathering you in his big arms, sitting down on your bed and cradling you as gently as he knows how.

you cry against his broad chest, held by all four of his arms. "m’sorry," you cry, wetting his robes with your tears.

"i do not want an apology. i want to know who has reduced you to tears," he says, knowing all too well that you wouldn’t cry over nothing.

as much as you resented the harsh words from the other concubines, you didn’t wish death on them. you knew their fate wouldn’t be pretty if sukuna knew.

“…am i not good enough for you?" you weep, "or too heavy?"

sukuna flashes you the most confused, stunned look. "what are you talking about, woman," he says, one hand beginning to subconsciously rub your back.

"if either were true, i would not allow you to be blubbering on me like an infant," sukuna adds.

"so you don’t think i’m too heavy?…" you sniffle, looking up at him with bloodshot, glassy eyes.

sukuna almost laughs.

"are you suggesting i’m weak?" he questions, standing up with ease, securing you with only one arm just to prove a point. sukuna didn’t believe in a woman being ‘heavy’, in fact, he deemed any man who can’t handle a bigger woman weak and pathetic.

message received.

"your body is…" he pauses, forcing hos words out, still learning how to compliment you. "…perfection," he continues.

you stop crying, a faint smile appearing on your face — similar to a rainbow after a harsh storm.

"thank you, kuna" you smile, leaning your head against his chest once more, exhausted from crying your heart out.

he doesn’t respond, just holds you against him, wondering how you could think so low of yourself. you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, after all.

a/n; ended up finishing this at 4am cus i couldn’t sleep LMAO

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Cw: Angst

“Congratulations…” He murmured, eyes bloodshot. 

My mouth quivered, was it from happiness or grief?

Happiness knowing that he is alive after all these years, or grief for losing him once again?

I took in the way Nanami looked. Shirt ripped, tie loose and missing half of it, his hair a mess and his forehead was covered with blood. 

His eyes pierced at the ring on my ring finger. 

It was supposed to be with him.

“Are you happy with him? Does he make you smile to the point where your dimples appear? Does he know you hate when your food touch?” he sadly chuckled, reminiscing. “Does he know, you promised me your future?”

At the question my husband appeared behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist as he kissed my shoulder. “Babe, who is this?” He lifted his head to look at Nanami. 

My eyes found him once again. If he just hadn’t left me to go to that mission. If he had just stayed by my side. If he had just returned home like every Jujutsu sorcerer… 

I wanted to touch every inch of him to make sure he was really in front of me, alive. 

Was I dreaming? 

“Wife?” All of a sudden that nickname made my skin crawl.

Nanami broke eye contact, his eyes darting to the floor. "Congratulations. I hope you get  a lifetime of love and joy.” Then he shook his hands. 

He shook my husband’s hand…

Nanami turned around and left me once again. I felt the urge to run after him, to ask why he never even sent me a signal, a sign at least to tell me he was alive and well. That he will return home to me again.

After all these years of mourning for him, how could he act like he didn’t love me anymore? How could he dare leave me once again?

And I did, I left my husband and ran after him. I grabbed his wrist and earned a low groan from him.

“Wait please. Don’t leave me again”

“You promised to wait.” He whispered, his back was still to me. “You promised to return” He finally turned around, tears streaming down his face. “I did.” He cried. 

“You didn’t wait for me” 

I let go of his wrist in defeat. I could only blame myself. 

“I thought you died…” I mumbled.

He came closer, closing the distance between us, his shivering hands cupped my cheeks gently. He rested our foreheads together, the blood now dripping onto our foreheads mixed with our tears. We both closed our eyes, breathing in each other's scents. 

“I never break my promises, especially to you” He said, “I thought you’d know that by now” I chuckled, but it turned into a cough because of my tears. 

“I miss you” 

yεαн, ιт’ѕ ɴιcε тo rεмιɴιѕcε ѕoмεтιмεѕ. ⤷ Your husband is gone and you're stuck wishing you had more time with the man who left too soon. Suddenly you're brought back to the moments that happened leading up to this moment, the one of many ways you could think of him. You can try to fix it, or- well if that doesn't work, then you'll just join him soon.

cw: fluff at the start and in between, hurt/no (kind of?) comfort, manga spoilers, switching between reader and gojos pov, angst, wc 8.2k

a/n: okay i'm not too proud of how this turned out 🙁 i'm also not sure if anyone has done this idea before but if someone has please let me know! This is heavily inspired by the man who left too soon by beabadoobee even if the meanings aren't exactly the same! I've been working on this for awhile tho hehe

pictures are NOT MINE !!! credits to the original creators on pinterest

Satoru Gojo is currently lying on the moon.

No scratch, that he's over the moon! The love of his life has just said yes to being his girlfriend. You are the love of his life, you just didn't know it yet. He couldn't help the tears that were dribbling down his face, and now your hands were currently cupping his cheeks and wiping the tears, how could this day get any better?

"Geez Satoru, that's a little dramatic don't you think?" Suguru came by and teased, earning a little giggle from shoko (as she dropped her cigarette in the process).

Everyone had earned a little something that day: Satoru had someone to love more than ever, you had someone that loves you more than ever, Suguru had earned a "sister in law" and someone he could tease relentlessly, and shoko had earned a position as your maid of honor. (you both just didn't know it yet)

The days that followed were a bliss, your group became closer than ever. Satoru never passed up a chance to show off some pda even if nanami would grumble and haibara would just chuckle.

"Happy one month anniversary sweetheart! Look what I got you!" He was beaming at you, his leg started bouncing up and down like he was unable to wait any longer for you to open your gift. Truth be told you're a bit scared to open this, who knows what your boyfriend that always does the most would get you.

Reluctantly you snapped your eyes shut and peeled off the tape to lift open the box, when your eyes opened again, you found a golden heart locket, inside was a picture of you and Satoru on your first date. You hesitated before lifting up the box you've been holding for him,"Oh Toru i'm sorry i would've gotten something bigger if I knew.."

You expected disappointment or at least for his face to drop, but if anything he beamed even brighter and pulled you into him tightly. "Kikufu? these are the fancy kind! Oh I love it!" A smile appeared on your face as Satoru placed kisses anywhere he could find.

When summer happened, your group hung out anywhere they could. Whether it was at the beach, karaoke night (never let haibara on the mic again), or on a rooftop to watch fireworks. When the third years were able to drink-you four would often go out late at night-often waking up in a horrible state the morning after.

The times were swallowed up as more memories were created, and not long after did your one year anniversary with your boyfriend happen. There's nothing he'd keep from you, so when he started sneaking around...truth be told you were a bit scared.

One afternoon, Shoko and Geto had pulled you aside to tell you they couldn't find Satoru, somehow they got Nanami and Haibara to join in too. The latter gave you a piece of paper that he found on Satoru's desk and urged you to find him quickly. You recognized the location, it's a dark and shiny place, sunlight hidden by trees all around yet accompanied by an ethereal pond nearby. Satoru often took you on dates here, a quiet and much needed picnic in a beautiful park.

Following the trail, you spread open the bundle of vines and stepped in the scenery. The area itself was dark but there were lights hung up on branches, along with a patterned blanket that laid nicely on the grass. A small milky brown basket sat on top nicely, next to it was a few little peonies in a dainty vase. Just as you were admiring the cute area, Satoru jumped from out of nowhere and wrapped his hands around you. You screamed and hit him the face before covering your mouth with shock when you realized who it was.

"Ouch, geez that's not a nice thing to do to someone's face."

Little giggles escaped you, you felt bad so you rubbed gently over the red mark, "Toru what is all this?" You turned back to the area, noticing how beautifully decorated it was and how much thought was put into it. You turned back around and noticed he had put a bracelet on you, a golden one with a bright blue gem in the middle, matching his eyes.

"Happy one year anniversary sweetheart!! So what'd you get me?"

You pulled away slightly, a confused look finding its way onto your face. You stayed silent, watching Satoru's face drop slowly like you just kicked him. His voice sounded pitiful when he asked again, "Did you for- hey!"

You bursted out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. This was your payback for the pranks he pulled on you. You wiped away the fake tears before pulling out a box. "Here," you lifted up a star and moon necklace along with your initials attached. "One for you, and one for me, now we can always be together."

A wide grin appeared on his face, he held up the necklace closely before hooking it around his neck. Afterwards he offered to put yours on, he finished in a second, of course not forgetting to give you a peck on the cheek afterwards. His voice was honeyed when he talked next to your ear, "We already are always together, C'mon let's go swim! The water looks clear at this time."

"Toru I didn't bring my swim clothes."

"Way ahead of ya!" As he reached inside his bag and pulled them out, "you left them at my place last time."

It truly is a perfect afternoon.

One thing that comes with dating Satoru is ubiquity, you swear his shadow follows you all day-you can feel remnants of his cursed energy everywhere. Maybe he's making sure that you're okay, not that you minded that much.

Everything was perfect, too perfect. Almost as if the universe was apologizing for what was going to happen next.

And you knew you were right when you received the report of Haibara's death.

Your group number went from six down to five, maybe even four. You noticed how Nanami kept to himself even more after that. He never showed it, but the death of his best friend affected more than he wanted to admit. Shoko didn't take the news too well either, though she got busying with studying and mourned when she got the chance.

Things would never be the same, but you hoped everything would improve at least. Until one day it was just you and Satoru during lunch did you finally realize how wrong everything was.

"Toru, where is everyone else?" His head was on your thighs as you two sat underneath a tree. His mouth occasionally opening for you to feed him a bite either from his lunch or yours.

Gojo thought for a moment and swallowed before responding, "Now that I think about it, I really haven't seen them either. Suguru keeps disappearing somewhere, Shoko has to study for her medical stuff, ugh. Nanami's either training or in his room." He paused-opening his mouth for you to plop some more rice in his mouth. He chewed contently before continuing, "It's been just us two sweets, guess it was meant to be huh?" His eyebrows raised teasingly before you smacked him and went quiet again.

He noticed and sat up, hands coming on your face to hold you gently. "Hey i'm sure they're alright, I know we've been distant but everything with be alright again."

You looked up to meet his eyes and hesitated before nodding slowly. Upon seeing that, Gojo smirked, "Now it's my turn to feed you!" You giggled again before leaning down to lay your head on his lap. The worry fading away, for now at least.

Later that day Gojo thought about it some more as he prepared for his next mission with Suguru tomorrow. The star plasma vessel was important, whatever, he and suguru were the strongest. They were going to get back so much without as a single scratch, and if not...

He turned around to face you lying on his bed, eyes closed breathing softly. As long you stay, you both can lounge about and he'll be okay.

Then the worst happened. The star plasma vessel was killed. The mission has failed. Gojo didn't want to admit it, but he knew him and Suguru has drifted apart after. Especially since he had became the strongest. He was so proud of himself for figuring out how to use hollow purple and couldn't wait to tell you all about it.

All this newfound fame about being the strongest has put a gap between him and everyone else. Of course he still has you to talk to when Suguru wasn't up to it or Shoko was busy. He'd been so caught up in everything that he hadn't even noticed his best friend spiraling further and further.

You didn't like being this observant, though it's been a habit of yours. After the news, it felt like you and everyone else were a million miles away. When Satoru became the strongest, he got even cockier and was sent on more dangerous missions. Whenever he wasn't on missions, he'd be wrapped around you, next to you, laying on you, something like that. You missed Haibara, he was the type of person that could put a smile on everyone's face without trying. Except now he's away, a million miles away.

So while Suguru was just all alone, sitting at home; Satoru was completely unaware, the only two things he knew was that he was the strongest, and he wanted to be with you.

On his own or not, he had no way to know what was going to happen or not. You, Gojo, and Shoko all came to wish Suguru a good luck on his mission at a small village. Suguru turned back with a small smile, waving everyone good bye as he promised everyone he'd be back soon.

Except Suguru Geto never came back. At least not until a few years later, but until then

The morning after, your teacher found Gojo and gave him the news, Suguru Geto has defected. Gojo didn't take the news well, you noticed his palm was bleeding from crushing a rock too tight. Was it out of anger? Or hurt? You couldn't figure out. Your group number went from four to three. Only now it felt like everyone was drifting further and further away.

You really did miss him here. Your group wouldn't be complete if one person was missing, you didn't hear anything for awhile. Though you heard from shoko one morning that she found Suguru near that kfc you guys rarely went to. Him and Gojo fell out completely afterwards, deep inside you knew Gojo would never forget his best friend completely.

Satoru kept to himself for days afterwards, it was like Suguru took the sun with him when he left. Clouds are closing in more often, covering the training grounds. One night you noticed a figure sitting on a bench, soaked from head to toe.

Gojo is getting tired of being by himself.

You saw him while walking out to head to a nearby convenience store to get drinks, you decided to give him some time along and maybe talk to him when you get back.

The trip was smooth and you got everything you needed, on the way out you bumped into someone. You quickly straightened up to apologize before meeting a face you knew too well. A face that you hadn't seen since a few nights ago.

"Suguru..is that you?"

He faced you, that soft grin of his appearing, "Hey, it's been awhile hasn't it?"

"Yeah it has, can we talk?"

"Unless you're here to reprimand me or convince me to change my mind i don't see why not."

"I'm not."

He nodded, motioning for you to continue. You held up a pack of cigarettes, offering him one. He took one before speaking, "Didn't know you smoke." You answered back,"I don't, it's for shoko, hopefully she won't mind." You took a deep breath before continuing, "Satoru hasn't been okay since you left, he still seems pretty affected even if he doesn't tell anyone. Shoko's been worried about you too even if he hides it well. Yaga sensei was pretty mad, I don't think i've ever seen him that angry." You chuckled a bit, "I hope you've been taking care of yourself, if you're doing well it'll make Satoru feel better if he knows you are. We all miss you a lot, i still wonder about you time to time."

Suguru stayed quiet, listening to every word and not interrupting. "That's nice to hear, I do miss Satoru and you all, but i'm set on what I have to do. Those monkeys will pay, for Riko, Haibara, and anyone else we've lost. This wouldn't happen if it wasn't for them. I appreciate that you're still caring for me, and tell Satoru i'm doing well."

You nodded before pulling out the rest of the pack, "Here, think of it as a parting gift. Shoko needs to try and quit anyway, either that or she makes me buy her another one. Take care, okay suguru?"

He smiled and nodded, taking it thankfully before ruffling your hair and walking away. You were lost in thought as you walked back to your dorm, you knew there wasn't a point in making a scene. Cause at the end of the night people will believe what they want to believe, even if it'll kill then later on.

You found Satoru still on the same bench, clothes clinging tightly to him due to how wet he has. You took a seat next to him and held out a drink from his to take, in return he clung onto you tightly, his body shaking with sobs. You just held him until he calmed down.

A few years have passed by since then, you all have graduated. Everyone has been healing. You, Satoru, and Shoko all came back to work at jujutsu high; you and Satoru as teachers and Shoko at the infirmary. The two of you also took care of Megumi like he was your own, he was weary at first but warmed up to you. Well he was nice to you, not too much about Gojo.

And then it happened. The moment you both turned 23, Satoru took you back to your secret spot and proposed, and you couldn't have been any happier to say yes. Your wedding was beautiful. Megumi, Shoko, Nanami, your friends at Jujutsu High all attended, even your teacher too. No one else knew about this, but Satoru sent an invitation to invite Suguru. He would've done anything for him to be his best man, but he couldn't. It was like he had received a reply, though you swore you saw a pair of amethyst eyes lurking in the corner at the venue.

The days that followed passed by peacefully, Satoru found some students that became first years. You helped him teach them, once they became second years then you'd continue teaching them while Satoru would take on the new first years next year. You bonded nicely with the three other students, while Satoru focused a little more on Yuta Okkotsu to help with Rika. It was nice seeing their little group form, it reminded you of your student days with you own group.

Until one day Suguru Geto appeared at Jujutsu High. Gojo found him too being too close with one of the students, Yuta Okkotsu. That doesn't sound too bad, except Geto was preaching to him about some idea of a new world with no monkeys blah blah blah, straight bullshit.

"Satoru! Long time no see! And is that-?" He paused he turned to you, your hand was raised up in a protective manner-ready to activate your technique if necessary-though Geto had noticed the ring on your on finger.

"So you two got married, I bet the wedding was beautiful. Such a shame I didn't get to attend."

Huh? Is he acting oblivious? Satoru paused, he couldn't let the people around him know he had somehow contacted Suguru Geto by telling them about the invite.

Luckily you stepped in. "Well that's on you isn't it? Didn't seem like you were gonna get us a gift anyway."

"Maybe I would've, who knows?"

"Why is that? Cause you're just so rich from leading a cult and earning money from manipulating innocent people? And now you're busy spouting bullshit to my students?"

His jaw clenched visibly and he stepped closer, "I'd watch it if I were you. Just because i'm being rid of monkeys doesn't mean i'm above killing sorcerers that stand in my way."

Satoru pushed you behind him and kept an arm over you, "Don't even think of touching her."

Geto only smirked at him mockingly before turning to everyone else, "That's not why I was here anyways, i'm here to declare war."

While he was busy talking about his plan for the Night Parade of a hundred demons, your eyes darted between Satoru, Geto, his two girls, and your students. Whatever he was planning, it wasn't good. You peeked over at your husband, only to find that his jaw was clenched tight. You don't think you'd ever seen him this mad with someone he's close to, or at least was close to.

You snapped back to reality when Geto finished talking, that insufferable smirk still on his face. Did he not understand the gravity of what he was talking about.? The audacity.

"Let us curse each other to the death."

Damn right. Geto turned to leave when one of girls started talking about crepes when Satoru stepped forward to stop him.

"What makes you think we'll just let you leave."

Suddenly cursed spirits appeared all around, surrounding your students completely, "careful Satoru, your students are well in my grasp." He stared at everyone for a moment longer before holding on that cursed spirit letting it take him away.

As you watched that bird thing fly off in the sky, your mind only raced further with thoughts. Satoru was angry, the sorcerers around you weren't happy either. Your eyes turned back to your students, Maki, Toge, and Panda were all tense, Yuta seemed a bit shaken was ultimately seemed to be in distress. If Geto is talking to Yuta like that, he most likely wants something to do with Rika.

you know this won't end well.

A week later, you found Satoru sitting at his table with his head in his hands. Despite being the strongest, he had to admit he was worried still. You leaned against the doorway to watch him before talking, "Shouldn't you be training?"

Satoru turned to you, and for the first time, he let out the loudest laugh ever, a real one this time. "Me? train? who do you think i am?" You opened your arms, motioning for him to come to you, "well you should still be resting okay, c'mere."

He went over and melted in your arms, well at least you got him to relax a bit. Gojo has also been taking a break from teaching for a while, so you took on the role of preparing his students, he still appeared time to time. Sometimes, Gojo sits alone at home, lost in thought. He still wonders how his best friend could've turned on him like this, years ago they would've laughed about this together. No time to dwell on this, the parade is tomorrow night.

You joined some first grade sorcerers at kyoto and fought until dawn: when the news came out that all the curses were exorcised. Your first thought was to go back to jujutsu high and find the others, you expected everything but the school being destroyed and your students standing there. Immediately you ran over to ask what was going on, mainly you were relieved they were okay.

Yuta smiled sheepishly and told you everything that went on, and the others just nodded along. Apparently he had broken a curse and freed the spirit of Rika or something along those lines, you didn't really get it. Also apparently Yuta and Gojo are cousins? What? You looked around for your husband but found no trace of him anywhere.

When night came, you found in your shared room, sniffling quietly and curled up on the bed. "Satoru? Are you okay? What happened?" You went over and put a hand on his shoulder, he stiffened immediately at the contact before letting the words come out. His voice was broken when he spoke, "Suguru is dead....i..i killed him." He whimpered a little at the mention of that before burrowing his face deeper in the pillow.

"Do you need space or anything? I can go-" "No!" He took a deep breath before continuing, "Please don't go, stay. I - if you don't mind." You shifted closer and pulled him into you, letting him weep silently against you for as long as he needs. Satoru couldn't even get rid of the body, he didn't have the heart to. Soon, his sniffling quieted down into soft breathing, and you just sat there, letting him rest peacefully. With you, he felt safe and a million miles away from everything. Barely anyone ever saw him cry, to everyone else he was the strongest who wasn't affected by anything, to you, he was just your Toru.

Barely a year passed afterwards when new first years came to jujutsu high, Satoru became their teacher and you continued teaching the rest of the second years while one of their classmates was away in africa. Satoru seems happier than ever, and so did the students. After class, he usually treated you and all the kids for a treat.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments of night, you and Gojo would discuss on how much they were just like you. It was nice to reminisce on the good times, but of course in the world of jujutsu, the good times don't last long, because then came the Shibuya incident.

You still remember the day Satoru was sealed. It wasn't as if you could blame him, seeing his supposed to be dead best friend must've been traumatic. 19 days. 19 days he was kept in that prison realm. You had almost gotten used to waking up to an empty bed, almost. The news had reached most of the jujutsu society, and everywhere was chaos.

You barely even had time to mourn, because the culing games have started. You opted to stay at jujutsu high instead, keeping in contact with your students for updates. Yuta told you the "Geto" Gojo saw was actually someone named Kenjaku, he also told you they were working on a way to unseal him, to which you couldn't be any happier to hear.

The only student of yours that didn't participate in the culing games was Inumaki. He had lost an arm during the Shibuya incident and decided it'd be safer to not join. Smart boy. You helped him learn how to use weapons with one hand until he got better, him and Shoko were the only people you saw much. Most of the school was empty, though it stuck out, you had other things to worry about.

Only the edge of your mind was torn. But you knew Satoru would want you to stay the way you are, he knew you were strong enough to be okay.

The day he was unsealed was (one) of the best day(s) of your life, coming in right behind your wedding day and the day your entire group was together. The moment he teleported home, he collapsed into you, breaking completely. You hadn't ever seen him this vulnerable, not when his best friend died, not when he almost died, and not when his best friend appeared right before him. Tears soaked your shirt immediately as his sobs echoed throughout the living room. He was desperate to hold you, he doesn't think he could ever be away from you for that long ever again and be okay.

When his sniffling became quiet, he told you everything. How horrible it was in there, how much he was dying to lay in your arms, how he would've went crazy if he stayed in there any longer. Then, he told you about how Megumi had been taken over by the king of curses and he had made a deal to fight him in a month. Satoru didn't explicitly say it, but you could tell he was worried, mainly because he had Megumi's ten shadows. So the two of you promised to make the most of this one month, just in case.

Well it's not like Satoru Gojo will lose, right?

No matter what happens, your bond will connect the scattered pieces once again and fix it. People say the heart is a thin line, it's like yours and his heart intersect, lines connected in a tight knot. That's why you're cuddling like this now, he wants to feel your heartbeat.

You don't want for tomorrow to dawn, you don't want to lose him, ever. It wasn't that you didn't believe in him, you didn't want to take your chances no matter what. Huh, it's like you're yearning for a fleeting dream, no think of the bright side. The night before, you called out to him, "Toru"

He looked up from his spot on your chest, "yes sweets?" There was a grin on his face, there always was. He looked so innocent for once, you almost burst into tears just looking at that. Your voice was shaky when you talked again, "come back, okay?"

he stared at you for a moment, tracing your features as if he'd never see them again. Somehow that grin became even wider, "of course I will, i'm satoru gojo remember?"

"yeah, but you're still my husband."

"And i'm the luckiest husband ever, plus are you seriously doubting me?"

it was always endless teasing with him no matter the time and place. And it was something you wouldn't ever trade. While you were busy thinking about him, he'll keep chasing the wishes he holds in his heart. He hopes that his voice will still reach you someday, even if he's not here anymore. If only he could become even stronger, deep in his heart, he always has wanted to change.

Tomorrow has dawned, and Satoru Gojo has left for his battle with the king of curses.

What can you do for him now?

It's december 24. Christmas is tomorrow. Huh, this was the date that Suguru died too. Satoru wouldn't miss the date of his friend's death anniversary, where is he?

He promised you'd celebrate christmas together, maybe burn down the kitchen along the way or have a flour fight with his students, he said you'd be together, where is he?

Satoru Gojo is the strongest, he swore on everything he'd win the fight. So where is he..?

He promised you that it would always be you two together, just you and your husband. He swore to you on his soul and everything that he'd never leave you, Satoru Gojo doesn't break promises. He would've told you if he was going to lose, but he told you he'd win.

So the body that's in front of you can't be Satoru Gojo, right? You don't look down, afraid of being wrong. The sobs that are falling out of you feel too foreign. You were watching every second of his fight, he was so close to winning.

Everything is going wrong, why is everything going wrong?

First it was Haibara, then it was geto, then nanami and now gojo is gone too. You turn to the only one left and almost collapse in her arms. Shoko has to hold you upright while letting her own cries ring out. You stared back at the split body in front of you, his eyes were dazed out and blood was dripping out on the side of his mouth. Your hands grabbed his carefully, Almost like it would break if you touched it too hard. His blue eyes, the loneliness you saw deep inside them, now a dull blue, no longer bright enough to light up a room. The wrinkles in his clothes made by the hands he held, they're damaged bad at best.

When Satoru had opened his eyes to death's door, it felt too surreal to be real. His best friend, his teacher, his close friends, they're all here. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to laugh with them. But someone is missing, you. If this is a dream, he never wants to wake up. If you're not here that means you must still be alive. He should be glad right?

Was it selfish to wish you were here? How perfect that would be.

The days when your hearts overlapped, you've felt easier to breathe more than ever, no matter how many times you get hurt. Now it's all gone.

You swear you've been seeing him everywhere, as if his shadow is still tracing after you after his death. The feeling doesn't hit you until a while later, it still felt as if he was just on a long mission far away. It's hard to feel at ease when the house either feels too empty or has a shadow lurking somewhere.

The mourning after.

Standing on the balcony of your apartment, your mind started drifting further away. The love you kept protecting, you hope it will embrace him again someday. When the wind decides to move, you looked up at the sky and thought at least we used to look at the same moon. The one of many ways that you can think of him. Your hair that's billowing softly in the wind does little to cover your tears, you've lost track on how long it's been. You don't even know what happens before your eyes close and your body is lying on the floor of the balcony.

...

Next thing you know, you're being awaken by-

what? gojo? how is he here?

He's shaking your shoulders harshly and tapping your cheek repeatedly, his voice was way too high pitched and excited for someone that was supposed to be dead. "Sweetheart you've been sleeping all day, i thought you died."

"Ow! Okay that's enough Satoru stop!" You swatted his hands off of you and rubbed your cheeks irritably. Seriously. What is going on?!

"it's halloween! cmon we have to go out! I've prepared a special couples costume for us! And we can go trick or treating with the kids! I have so many ideas."

Oh yeah, you and Satoru went in a couples costume for halloween before he got sealed, what was it? Somehow he found a costume of giant kikufukus somehow and decided it was a great idea, i mean what the hell. You two ended up going out looking more like cotton balls anyway. But that was almost two months ago, and he shouldn't be here. So without thinking you reached over and slapped him in the face, hard.

"What the heck was that for!?"

oh. guess he's real. oops.

"satoru pinch me, am i dreaming?" Now it was his turn to be confused, "of course not. now are we going out or not."

You thought for a moment before nodding, deciding it's better to go along and figure out what was going on, "yeah just give me a second."

The only thing possible was either you were dreaming, which you already debunked, or you went back in time? How is that possible? Well if he's able to warp time and space with his infinity, you suppose time travel isn't out of the question.

You looked at the date again, and then it hit you. Halloween? Wasn't that the date Satoru Gojo was sealed?

October 31, gate closed.

You held Satoru's hand as you two walked along the halls of jujutsu high. If you really had gone back in time, does this mean you could stop him from getting sealed? Or even better, stop him from dying? You kept walking and didn't notice him stopping in front of you before you bumped into a hard chest.

Looking up you find Satoru staring right into your eyes, his arms gripped your arms tightly, forcing you to stay where you are. His voice was low, completely different to how he was in the morning when he talked, "What is going on with you? You've been acting weird all morning. Zoning out, asking me if you're dreaming, tell me what's going on?"

It took a bit before you were able to look in his eyes, you couldn't forget the look of his dull eyes even if they're glowing now. You couldn't even muster up the courage to lie to him, he had that effect on people. So the words just spilled out, "Satoru i'm worried, I dont remember anything. The only thing I remember is you dying and your body was split and your eyes were so terrifying to look at and- and then i passed out and woke up and suddenly everything is all fine and I don't know what's going on-" you paused suddenly when you noticed how surprised he look, you must sound really crazy right now.

"What a nightmare you had huh?" He laughed but it sounded forced, it didn't sound like he believes you. "Satoru it wasn't a nightmare, please don't go to Shibuya tonight. Don't leave me." You flung your arms around him and held as tightly as you could, dream or not you couldn't let him die like that again. Gojo stiffened before bring up an arm to rest on your lower back, the other one then coming up to hold you.

His thumb brushed your cheek softly before pressing a kiss on it, "Sweetheart I'd never leave you."

"That's what you said last time. Please, if you go you're gonna see Geto but it's not him! It's an imposter please if you see him just run away."

"What are you talking about? Suguru is dead?"

"I know he is but we found out that it wasn't him and it was a trap so you could get sealed please you have to believe me."

Gojo didn't respond to that, he had doubts. He trusted you, but you had been acting weird. It's not like Suguru will appear out of nowhere, right? Plus what was going on in Shibuya, why didn't you want him to go? And what's all this talk about him getting sealed? Part of him wanted to believe you, but the other part was questioning it all.

Truth be told, he was shocked when he received news of Shibuya later that night, exactly what you told him. He still had to go, though he kept your words in mind. So when Suguru appeared right before his eyes, no matter what, he couldn't stop the feelings that surged through him. No Satoru that's not him, you have to move. But he can't, his mind was screaming at him but his body stood still. Only when did he collapse onto his knees did he snap out of it.

Now sitting inside that prison realm, the only thing Gojo was thinking about was that you were right. You were right and he should've listened to you and it's his fault that he's in here. He knows it was hard to comprehend, he didn't want to leave you thinking he thought you were going crazy. There's so much things he has to mend.

Just because Satoru is sealed, you can't sit inside and do nothing. You had figured it out. If Gojo would fight Sukuna long enough for Nobara to wake up, there's a chance Gojo would win. Now, how do you tell him this information before he gets unsealed and plans that fight.

Geez, even when he was sealed you still dreamed of him.

So you told him everything. You remember after his death, Nobara woke up not long after, you learned about her technique because Satoru had told you when he taught her. Because she was able to use her technique on Sukuna, he would get stunned and that could be his chance.

You didn't know if dream him was real or not, but you told him everything you could. Never let his guard down, not even for a moment. You told him about the moment Sukuna would slash through the universe and he had to avoid that. He stayed quiet when you spilled about everything you could. This time taking in every word.

And his final words to you before he woke up, "I'm sorry."

When Satoru woke up, still trapped in that realm. he remembered your words and knew what he had to do. Now all that's left to do is wait until he'll be unsealed.

November 19, 2018. Gate reopened.

So the moment he got out and found the king of curses, he challenged a duel the same date and place. Just by an hour later of course.

This time, Satoru knew what you were talking about.

1. Don't let his guard down, 2. Avoid the final slash 3. Fight long enough for Nobara to stun Sukuna. 4. Win, of course.

December 24, 2018. Shinjuku Showdown

Satoru gojo was never a person to hide, he always put up a fight.

You were in a room with everyone else, watching the fight play out almost exactly like how you remembered. Domains were clashing, lots of red (was it blood or Gojo's powers?), blue, too many to count. Except this time, Gojo remembered your words and never let his guard down even once, he'd been able to dodge the slash that killed him last time.

And perfect timing, Nobara has just waken up. You couldn't tell when she used resonance but seeing sukuna get stunned told everyone enough. Gojo saw his chance to strike, and he did. Just then, dust appeared everywhere, covering the streets and blocking the screens from everyone completely.

Did he win?

It took minutes before the debris cleared, and Satoru Gojo was nowhere to be found. The only thing visible was a talking blob? Gross ew, until it faded away, leaving nothing but remnants and memories of the king of curses. And everyone started to cheer, well except Kashimo, he wanted to fight Sukuna. If he lost, that means your lover must've won right?

"Sweet...heart.." his voice was barely above a whisper, but you turned, and there he was. Your husband, alive, scars were littered all over his body, but none of that matters now. Most people wouldn't survive a fight with the king of curses, with the sole exception of Satoru Gojo of course. He had killed the king of curses and won, just like he said he would.

And Megumi was safe too! Yay! but let's focus on Gojo right now.

"Toru!" You ran into his arms and grasped onto him as tightly and as you could, a tired smile found its way onto his face. "Y'know when I killed the King of curses I had a dream where I reunited with everyone, those 3 from our old group says hi," he chuckled a bit.

Then came Shoko walking over with a cigarette in her mouth, just like old times. A smile was on everyone's faces as they took it in, Satoru Gojo is alive and well. Then came Megumi walking in carefully behind Gojo, Nobara and Yuji ran to him and basically jumped on the boy, resulting in shoving him shoving them off with a grunt (and a small grin.)

Panda's voice rang out, it was a lot smaller and more high pitched than you remembered, "Let's party everyone!"

You looked back at Satoru, there was still a little smirk on his face. He was just happy to live. He leaned on you slightly before lowering his face and whispering in your ear, you nodded and turned to everyone. "No party for us guys, Toru is tired." You giggled and took his hand when the teases started rising everywhere, the two of you waved to everyone as you started walking back to your shared home.

It's always been just him and you together.

The next month or two was the best. You were ecstatic to spend more time with Satoru, taking care of him and cleaning up his scars. He couldn't be any more happy overjoyed to spend time with his beloved, the battle had left his scars mentally and physically, he had abused his technique too much and was shaken up for a while. That's okay, you were there to help build it back up.

One morning, you were on your way to the kitchen to when Satoru walked past you in only a towel, he flashed you a grin before heading to the bedroom. You rolled your eyes and caught something in the corner of it, that cd on the cabinet..why is it broken? You distinctly remember Satoru fixing it after he was unsealed. He told you it wouldn't ever break again, at least not while he was alive. Speaking of the devil, your husband stepped out from the shower, fully clothed this time.

"Toru didn't you just come out two minutes ago?" Weird things have been happening lately, you swear something is going wrong. He brushed it off and stepped closer, "Nah sweets i've been in the shower. What's up?"

The confusion on your face only deepened, but you swallowed it and held up the cd, "Why is this cd broken? Didn't you fix it?"

The cd didn't matter as long as you're with him, why is he acting so weird then? You and your husband, you've doing better than ever, so why is he talking as if he was going to let you go? His hands came up to gently cup your cheeks in his palm. He smiled at you, "You know I love you, and i'm glad we got to spend some more time together even if it was short."

"Satoru what is going on? Let me go-"

"Sweetheart..."

He looked down with a look that made you weak, he knew just how to do that to you. His thumb brushed over your cheek softly, you couldn't stay mad at him any longer. Your eyes softened at him, which didn't go unnoticed by Satoru as his smile softened too. One only you ever saw.

you gulped nervously, "yes toru?"

He leaned down and you immediately felt his hot breath against your ear, his grip was slowly loosening as he whispered against your ear,

"wake up."

You blinked and sudden white walls flooded your vision, is this the jujutsu high infirmary? You raised your hand up to see if you were still okay, now you were just noticing patches on your fingers that weren't there before. Patches that you got from... damn it you were blanking out. If only he had told you that he'll be gone soon.

Has it worked? Is Satoru Gojo saved?

You burst up with a jolt and immediately winced at the sharp pain in your head. You took in your surroundings, only shoko and the students that never participated in the culing games were there. Shoko's voice immediately cut through the silence while she moved to the front, "She's awake, everyone stand back."

She checked over your vitals, wounds, the basic necessities. "We found you on the balcony that night, if you'd have fallen any differently your body would've dropped right over the edge."

"Shoko..how long was I out for?"

"A week, i'm glad you're okay."

You held back on asking her about Satoru, her eyebags were clearer than day. You don't even know how much she'd been overwork, she seems to have been busy with mourning and taking care of patients, the half of what you had. She noticed your glazed out eyes and brought the back of her hand up to your forehead as she spoke, "Something wrong?"

You thought for a moment, debating on whether to ask or leave it be, "i'm just spacing out." It's only be a week? But you've been spending time with him for four months, was it really all just a dream?

Shoko only nodded before heading out for a smoke break, you thought for a moment before standing up carefully to join her. Upon open the window, the smell of smoke immediately hit you. You leaned out until you were far enough for your friend to see.

You giggled, "Thought you said you'd quit when we graduated."

Shoko turned to you with a teasing grin, "And I thought you said you'd never like Gojo."

You smacked her on the arm and stared up at the bright moon shining in the middle of the dark, starless night. You're not sure how she's holding up, they were still close even if adult life has consumed them. Losing four of the people closest to her was hard, but it was Shoko. She never let anyone saw how she felt.

You two were different-she was always there to hold you whenever you cried-even if she never asked for anything in return. You always bought cigarettes for her though, you two always joked about her quitting even if you knew that would never happen. At the end of the day, you both look at the sky and thought, "At least we look at the same moon." It's been your way of coping.

"Shoko...what would you do if I died?" That got her to straighten up. She turned with a gloomy look, as if she knew you were foreshadowing. There was a pause before she spoke up,

"You tell me, the morning after."

And with that she walked away, you stared at her silhouette until she disappeared. You turned back inside and closed the window, what does she mean by that?

You were back on missions half a month later, you chose this mission specifically because of the location. The scenery was nice to look at when the cursed was exorcised. First-grade it was? You didn't know.

What you did know was there was a large gash that ran from one side of your abdomen to another. You coughed up blood and leaned against a nearby tree for support. Your phone is lying broken somewhere, and it'd be too late by the time someone finds you. Huh, you're stronger than this. How could you let a lousy curse end your life like this.

Whatever, you don't have much to live for anymore. The feeling of the love that you used to have, yeah that disappeared. You've haven't been feeling right for a long time. Satoru's death was the final nail on the coffin, one that your coffin would soon be next to.

Even if you and him were on opposite sides now, at least you'll look at the same moon when you follow him and leave this cruel world.

The moon looks beautiful here, you should know. You and Satoru had your first date here, he also later proposed to you in the rain while the waters were rippling in the background.

Your head hit the ground and you collapsed before you knew it. Your blood was draining dry quick, leaking nearby into the clear pond and staining it red, whilst chasing away the koi inside.

You wish you had seen the man who had left too soon.

Was it selfish to want to die? No it's not that you're worried about, but shoko...

"i'm sorry shoko..." you whispered softly, letting the wind carry your words away.

Was it all real? Did you really travel back in time or was it all a dream?

you don't blink when you feel a presence taking its spot next to you. Hair billowing softly in the wind, you muster up your last bit of strength and cough out the last clump of blood. Your body turned forward and laid your head atop the line between the land and water, your back against the hard yet somewhat comforting grass. A deep sigh leaves you before you turn your head and swear you had seen the pair of azure eyes you oh so deeply missed.

Had someone come to save you?

No it can't be, you don't want to be saved. You purposely chose this spot so no one would find you. Only one person would have known where you are.

The man who left too soon.

Your last breath draws out with a smile as you think of reuniting with your one and only.

He'd give you a lecture for sure, probably start crying too. It's not as if he'd be mad, he could never be mad at you. May-haps you could tell him what you went through, and once you get past that, he'd run into your arms and hold you tighter than ever.

Now that's worth dying for.

first long ish fic guys how we feeling ☺️ kind of a 100 followers specials post? i'm a bit past that tho oopsies but oh my gosh thank you guys 🥹🥹 writing brings out such a joy in me and seeing people enjoy it means the world to me 💗

I feel like the story was a bit confusing even for me but if anyone doesn't understand just send me an ask !!

contains : reader lowkey cheating but it’s justified imo, toji being sukunas number 1 hater, sukuna being a bad husband but later trying to be better

this is part 1/?

life wasnt all bad considering you were married to the richest man you’d ever known. contrary to the elites words money does by happiness, just momentarily.

because as soon as your back from a shopping spree done right— we’re talking laces and silks that are guilt pleasures to the average person— that happiness disintegrates the moment you step inside somewhere you’re meant to call home and are reminded of the absolute bleakness in every aspect of it.

now your sat in the same dressing room you have been which is starting to make you insane as the stark white light glares down on you. normally it’s the other way around where a husband watches in such great astonishment whilst his wife tries on a plethora of fabrics and hues, not a wife being told to rate 4 different blacks that look the exact same even to a trained eye.

“boring, boring and boring.” you sighed heavily, admiring yourself in the mirror that the brutes unnecessarily large frame dominates. sukuna adjusts his cufflinks for the hundredth time, stares as fondly as someone like him could at his reflection and motions the cashier over.

it’s almost taunts you. the blasé way he taps his card like the number of zero’s are irrelevant makes you sick. something you once relished in—because who wouldn’t. anything and everything that you wanted just waiting for your orders. it was great until it was all you had.

soon enough the spontaneous dinners and gifts that kept the marriage in its never ending honeymoon phase faded into black. replaced with wordless passings in hallways, strange men filtering in and out of the place you were supposed to call home and the tacky stench alcohol that refused to leave your side.

someone who gave you a promise land that he swore to share with you now practically lives in his office. first you thought sukuna clearly didn’t want to be around you, then it was questioning the sanctity of the seemingly pointless marriage and it finally dawned on you that it’s not you he fell out of love with it’s his business that he just loves more.

he ignores your comment picking up his now blaring phone and walks away mumbling something about work as always and disappears. you wait around for a while, browsing your own options as the store clerk saunters over. smiling over the dresses colour and how it would match with yours but before you can even give her a polite smile sukuna is rushing in with a stern “car. now.” like you were a child. like you had no agency of your own.

the drive is anything but the calm attitude that he tries to portray. his jaw ticks. eyes locked on outside the window like he reminiscing in something that stays forever unchanged. not to mention the wheel almost combusting at the amount of pressure on it.

“you should speak your mind before you crash this car.” you snide and he lets out an annoyed sigh. “the more you speak the more i’m inclined to.” the remark isn’t foreign to him, almost like he might’ve considered it.

and they say romance is dead.

it’s weird how your lives have come to this, from the most lovey dovey couple that people came to admire and look to for imaginary relationship goals to two people who could only be in each others line of sight for so long before the tension was practically waving a bright green sign for all to see.

the gps chimes and a ‘REROUTING’ alert pops up the screen, prompting you to look outside to the now unrecognisable route and then to sukuna’s lack of expression.

“you haven’t forgotten the way to your own house have you?’. taunting the person most cable of cutting your life short wasn’t the smartest of things you could have done but he’s become so used to it that he only grunts in response before the car turns left and begins to slow on to a gravel path.

was this finally it? was he bringing you to a secret location where he’d murder you or worse, keep you estranged from anything and everything. he pulls into a discreet house nothing to broadcast really but not a shack just, quaint.

a man is already outside letting a cigarette fall to the ground as smoke clouds around him emphasising the ghastly visual. he smirks and its sharp— goading like he wants to fight. when he reaches the car he’s already leaning on it like it’s his own, sukuna pays it no mind because that’s most likely just him but it irks you in the strangest way.

sukuna steps out to talk out of earshot moving further into the unfamiliar territory, the man is barely focused on the conversation staring right past your husband and at you. maybe eye contact wasn’t a strength of yours or maybe his was lethal either way you quickly found something on your phone to keep some sort of barrier between the two of you.

the distant voices come to a stop and the sound of gravel shifting towards you starts. “toji,” sukuna introduces whilst the other stays silent, “protection until i get some things sorted.” you scoff followed by an onslaught of words that no marigge with an inkling of normality would ever meet. he whispers a faint ‘you done?’ and you’re already storming away and into your new home.

the place is quiet, has an absence of humanity it it even could; bleak walls that just scream i’m gonna murder you.

you look around almost tripping over a black bag that’s obviously out of place, but the sound of the door whining open is enough for you to draw your hand back from exploring. “found something interesting?” toji asks lingering at the door, eyes tracking your slowing movements.

“you’re staying here?” you ponder turning to meet a smile that is the slightest bit disingenuous.

“no we’re staying here.”

.

it was like you could literally feel the evil swirling around you but it was just toji. draped in all black to look somewhat smart but he managed to ruin that image with his mouth. a series of obscene words that created vivid images which for some reason he couldn’t keep to himself. and pet names that no married woman would appreciate.

it’d been a couple days of tiptoeing around the house to avoid anymore interaction than needed but toni revels in the art of making people uncomfortable.

luckily for him sukuna wasn’t much of the possessive angry type he was before so it made his stalker level planning safer, just like today.

like normal you woke up, ready to swiftly move in and out of the kitchen as to not be noticed. you stood infront of the stove, oil already splattering onto surfaces, and dragging your hands down your face wiping the sleep away.

mornings in the place were surprisingly calming with the low hums of whatever roamed outside and the hum of the running pond.

toji heard you. he always does. maybe because he wakes up at abnormal times and holds himself stiff against the mattress so you wouldn’t be woken up. even though he’s been trained in the ways of sneaking aaround like a literal ninja.

he lies there and listens to your relentless grumbles because fair enough your whole world went to shit, a child that barely know how to run his own business for a husband. but you got a new house with a hot body guard so pros and cons.

Where the world sees a glaring contrast in how you look together, and Satoru just sees the only girl he’s ever wanted.

notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks because i was so projecting my own insecurities onto it lol but i just really needed to write soft satoru being completely, utterly soft for a normal girl. please let me know if you liked it, reblogs are pure fuel for my soul!

warnings: pure fluff, comfort, mild angst at the beginning due to reader’s insecurities/imposter syndrome, body/appearance-related insecurity (but it gets thoroughly debunked by satoru)

The thing about Satoru is that he looks like he was drawn by someone who only knew how to paint with moonlight and expensive ink.

He is all sharp angles and endless, dizzying height, with hair like freshly fallen snow and eyes that look less like a human color and more like a summer sky trapped behind glass. When you walk down the street next to him, the world shifts its axis. People stop. They stare. They do that subtle, double-take squint, trying to figure out if he’s a model, a movie star, or some sort of beautiful, modern myth.

And then, their eyes inevitably drift to you.

You can practically read the thoughts flashing across their faces like neon signs. Her? You, in your oversized sweaters, your scuffed sneakers, and your perfectly ordinary face. You, who forgets to brush your hair before running out the door, whose skin breaks out when you’re stressed, who looks entirely, unapologetically human next to a god.

The internet calls it a "visual imbalance." A polite way of saying someone pulled a fast one on the universe.

For a long time, it sat in the pit of your stomach like a cold stone. You’d look in the mirror before a date, adjusting your collar, wondering if today would be the day he woke up and realized he belonged in a museum, not sitting on the sticky floor of your apartment eating takeout noodles.

But Satoru doesn't live in the world everyone else sees.

"You're doing the thing again," he murmured one rainy Tuesday evening.

You were sitting on his kitchen counter, tracing the wood grain, your mind spiraling into that familiar, quiet insecurity. Satoru had just come back from a mission, his uniform jacket discarded, his white shirt rolled up at the elbows. He looked devastatingly handsome, even with a faint smudge of dirt on his jaw.

He stepped between your knees, closing the distance until the warmth of him chased away the chill in the room. He didn't take off his blindfold, but you felt the absolute, unyielding focus of his attention snap onto you.

"What thing?" you whispered.

"The thing where you try to make yourself smaller," Satoru said softly. His long, calloused fingers reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was so light, so achingly tender, it made your throat tight. "You do this thing where you look at me like I’m a prize you accidentally won, instead of the guy who spent three months trying to figure out your favorite flavor of ice cream just to get you to smile at him."

"Satoru, people look at us. They think—"

"I don't care what they think," he interrupted, his voice dropping into that rare, serious register he only used with you. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. "They see the Six Eyes. They see the strongest. They see a weapon, or a pretty face, or a status symbol."

He took your hands, wrapping his large palms completely around yours, squeezing gently.

"But you? You see me. You know how many sugars I take in my coffee when I’ve had a nightmare. You know the exact spot on my shoulder to press when I’m too tense. You look at me and you don't see a god, you just see Satoru. Do you have any idea how beautiful that is to me?"

He slid the blindfold up, letting it rest on his forehead. Those impossible, boundless blue eyes blinked open, staring into yours with a clarity that left you breathless. There was no Infinity between you. There never was.

"I didn't fall in love with a mirror, sweet pea," he whispered, a small, lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I fell in love with you. Every single beautiful, messy, stubborn inch of you."

✦ ── pairing: dragon!sylus x sorceress!reader

✦ ── synopsis: As someone who never really explores beyond your small town, you never expected to fall in love, especially not with your captor being the fiend that you have only read about in stories.

✦ ── contents: beauty and the beast (1991 and 2017) au, introvert!reader, slow burn, there is a lot of sexual tension, forced proximity, bantering, eventual fluff, angst, smut, they're both so oblivious it's hilarious, eventual romance, no use of y/n, reader is also implied to be autistic/neurodivergent but not explicitly stated, teasing, blood and violence, major character death?? (maybe not idk), lumiere!luke and cogsworth!kieran, the townsfolk are really abusive towards reader, tags to be added (by chapter release)

✦ ── word count: maybe 8 - 10k per chapter

✦ ── playlist: here!

✦ ── a/n: my first series! i’m a little nervous but so excited for this fic!! this is such a self indulgent fic omg😭 i will possibly take story ideas from movies like a monster in paris and maybe bridgerton. if you want to be added to the taglist for this fic please let me know!

✦ ── important: most of these chapters have a certain mood to them that i linked to specific songs (the chapters are named after their respective songs), so listen to the songs in the playlist while reading for the best experience <3

₍^. .^₎Ⳋ = reader pov 𖤝 = sylus/dragon pov

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: Crime and Punishment 𖤝 (soon...)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Shh... ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ

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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: To Be Decided...

gojo's got a girl problem!

synopsis: you never meant to get in the middle of a marriage. but when you're caught between your beautiful best friend and the king she was forced to wed, you find your position as a maid-turned-concubine particularly challenging - especially when he begins demanding an heir from one of you. can gojo keep you all to herself? or will everything else keep getting in the way?

pairing: queen!gojo x concubine!reader (x king!geto)

wc: 20.7k

content: mdni. angst + smut, medieval setting, FEM!JO!!!, YURI YURI YURI!!!, lots of yearning and pining, intense jealousy, loathing, childhood crushes, gojo is obsessed, yandere!femjo tbh, piv sex, character death, trauma, reader is suffering, heavy angst, fear of being abandoned, cold and conniving gojo, but she's also a sweet puppy for her girl, they want each other so bad, humiliation, wrongful imprisonment, unbalanced power dynamics, master/maid relationship, use of nicknames (princess, angel), geto slander lmfao, confessions, kissing, oral sex (f! recieving), fingering, blindfolds and restraints, 69, multiple positions, happy ending

a/n: this was a commission for my incredibly lovely angel @cantarcantar + the art above is from the super talented @anniewinniie and the div is by @/tsumiinum

“Fuck, Suguru, you’re so-” 

As much as Satoru enjoyed hearing your pretty little pants and moans, she was rather sick of hearing you whine his name instead of hers. 

But of course, even if she was the queen, what could she do when you were her husband’s concubine? 

“Someone’s going to hear you, pretty,” he wryly replied, and she could practically hear the smirk in his honeyed voice, syrupy sweet just for you. 

Blegh. 

She held in her gag, grimacing at his deep grunt. 

Satoru parted the thick vines concealing your not-so-secret garden hideaway. Tucked behind flowering bushes, forget-me-not covered trellises, a blanket was spread out on the green grass of your hidden nook as Suguru fucked you right there, your dress bunched up above your hips as he greedily plunged his ridiculously oversized cock inside you. 

Where was the patience?

The preparation? 

Treating you like a princess rather than rutting into you like some ruthless animal? 

Satoru felt her mouth twitch down, heart freezing as she found herself slipping through the gap in the trellises, forcing herself to slyly smile as she interrupted the scene. 

“Suguru,” she called out, keeping her voice airy and calm as she condescendingly looked down at your bodies tangled together. Containing the cold anger that had sunk its claws into her heart as she cleared her throat, sucking in a slow breath, “Your advisor is looking for you.” 

Her husband threw an annoyed look over his shoulder, dark bangs falling in his face as his soft purple eyes hardened into a scowl. 

“He can wait,” he grimaced, as if to say, so can you. 

But Satoru could be just as stubborn. 

“I heard it’s about a rather important matter,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders as the skirt of her finely embroidered dress swung and shifted by her feet. 

“I will be finished in just a-” 

“We can always continue when you return,” you reassured him, brushing his bangs back out of his face and biting down on your glossy bottom lip. 

You knew your place. 

Content to be that knave’s concubine, free for him to use whenever he pleased. Unbothered no matter how many times he expected you to wait and adhere to his whims when he should be doing his damndest to make your every wish come true. 

Satoru despised it. Detested the infuriating way her husband took and wasted every ounce of your attention.

You were her best friend first. 

Satoru Gojo x Reader

part 1 . part 2.

Being loved by the strongest is complicated. Being married to him as a sorcerer from a despised clan makes you dangerous. But no one is foolish enough to cross the line of an utterly devoted man, right?

cr: @_3aem on X

CW / Fic tags: NSFW. Married couple/Established relationship. Plot & Smut. Possessiveness. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, creampie, oral sex (f and m rec), inappropiate use of cursed technique, fluff, hurt/comfort. Satoru Gojo goes insane

The drive took a little over an hour. Nanami had never been particularly conversational during missions, and today you found yourself grateful for it. The steady hum of the engine filled most of the silence while the city slowly gave way to quieter roads and scattered industrial buildings.

You reviewed the mission file again anyway. Grade One curse. Abandoned manufacturing district. 

Across from you, Nanami closed the folder he’d been reading and adjusted his tie before glancing in your direction. 

He wasn't stupid. He'd noticed the way you'd gone unusually quiet whenever the subject drifted too close to certain conversations. He didn't know everything, and he suspected you preferred it that way.

His thoughts drifted back to the phone call you'd shared days earlier.

I want you to treat me like I'm not there.

You had sounded calm when you'd said it.

I can handle myself.

Nanami had never doubted that. What concerned him was that you seemed to underestimate the toll sustained amplification took on your body, especially when you’re amplifying a high-grade sorcerer.

A quiet sigh escaped him as he looked back out the window. Whatever concerns he had, the decision had already been made. You were here. The mission had been approved. And until given a reason otherwise, he intended to trust your judgment.

By the time Ijichi pulled the vehicle to a stop, the sun had already begun its descent behind the industrial skyline. Rows of abandoned warehouses stretched in every direction, their rusted exteriors stained by years of neglect. It looked exactly like the photographs in the mission briefing. 

As the two of you moved deeper into the industrial complex, your gaze swept automatically across rooftops, broken windows, elevated walkways.

Searching for cameras, of course. They weren’t the type to stand in the shadows and watch personally. If they wanted information, they had dozens of ways to obtain it.

The point was that someone would eventually read what happened here.

A few steps ahead, Nanami slowed. The smallest acknowledgment.

As you both were expecting, the curse ahead wasn’t a threat to him. Not with your amplification, and not even without it.

Bringing you here had never been about necessity. It had been about observation.

Nanami glanced back once, you held his gaze.

A few days ago, over the phone, he had offered you an exit. And you refused.

Treat me like I’m not there.

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he looked away again.

You moved into position, the connection forming almost immediately. Your cursed energy reached for his, threading itself into the familiar pathways. Amplification had always felt less like adding something and more like removing obstacles. 

Most people assumed amplification was effortless. It wasn’t. Sustaining a connection to a powerful sorcerer for extended periods always came with a cost. By the end of longer missions, your own cursed energy tended to lag behind, slower to respond, slower to recover. 

The curse emerged from between rows of rusted machinery, its massive frame forcing twisted metal aside as it dragged itself into view. 

Nanami moved before it could fully reveal itself.

The connection between your cursed energies tightened instantly as he closed the distance. You felt the familiar pull of amplification settle deeper into place, sharpening his output, smoothing every movement until there was something almost effortless about the way he fought.

His blade cut across its arm with enough force to send the creature reeling backward, a distorted scream echoing through the warehouse as black blood splattered across the concrete. Before it could recover, he was already moving again.

Another strike. Then another. Each one landed with the same ruthless precision.

You found yourself frowning. The mission briefing had painted a picture of a Grade One threat requiring immediate intervention. Yet Nanami was dismantling it in less than a minute.

By the time the curse made one final attempt to attack, pieces of its body were already beginning to dissolve.

For a moment, everything went quiet. Not the natural quiet that follows the end of a fight, but something stranger.

Across the warehouse, Nanami didn’t lower his weapon.

The same thought had already occurred to both of you. Something about this felt wrong.

Suddenly, a pulse of cursed energy rolled through the warehouse. There was something deeper inside the complex.

A second presence. No. Not second

Realization hit a fraction too late.

The real one.

Satoru had never admitted this to anyone. Not to Shoko. Not to Suguru. And definitely not to you.

The truth was that for almost an entire year, he had been convinced you were in love with Suguru. Looking back, it was probably the most embarrassing conclusion he had ever reached. At the time, though, the evidence had seemed overwhelming.

One afternoon he found the two of you sitting beneath a tree near the training grounds. Suguru leaned against the trunk with a notebook in his lap. You sat cross-legged beside him, gesturing animatedly as you explained something.

“…amplification isn’t actually adding anything” you were saying.

Suguru nodded immediately.

“You’re removing inefficiencies.”

“Exactly” you said, pointing at him with a bright smile “I wish we were in the same year, Sugu. It would’ve been fun”

The comment was innocent. Satoru still hated it enough that he stepped forward and cleared his throat loudly.

Both of you looked up. 

“How are you doing that?” he asked, pointing between the two of you

Suguru sighed. You looked genuinely confused.

“Doing what?”

“The thing”

“What thing?”

“The weird thing where you both understand each other after three words.”

“We’re having a conversation, Satoru” you said, amused

Suguru looked at him for a long moment

“Are you jealous?” his friend asked, completely deadpan 

Satoru nearly choked on his own spit.

“What? No” he answered too quickly

Suguru didn’t even blink.

“You’re jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I am literally the strongest sorcerer alive.” Satoru protested, crossing his arms like that somehow proved his point.

“The fuck does that have to do with being jealous?”

“I’m n—”

Your laugh cut him off, hand pressed over your mouth trying –and failing– to not laugh at him.

The sound followed him for the rest of the day. That was another problem. Everything about you lingered.

For a long time, Satoru convinced himself he simply enjoyed your company. That lie worked surprisingly well. Right up until the day you weren’t there. 

Nanami mentioned in passing that you’d gotten sick and wouldn’t be joining training.

By noon, he was in a terrible mood. By two o’clock Suguru threatened to throw him through a wall.

“You’ve managed to be even more unbearable than usual today. Impressive” Shoko said, and didn’t even look up from her phone. “Just go visit her.”

His entire body froze.

“What makes you think I want to visit her?” 

“Satoru.”

“What?”

“You’re pathetic.”

Suguru, who had been pretending to read a report, snorted loudly from the corner of the room.

“You should just tell her,” he added, voice calm but firm.

The room went dead silent.

Satoru stared at Suguru. Suguru stared back, completely unfazed. Shoko slowly lowered her phone, watching the exchange like it was the most entertaining thing she’d seen all week.

“Tell her what?” Satoru asked, his voice suspiciously casual, almost airy.

Suguru didn’t hesitate.

“That you’re in love with her.”

The words landed like a lighting strike.

For a second, nobody spoke, and he felt heat crawl up his neck. Then he laughed — sharp, defensive, the kind of laugh that gave everything away.

“You’re insane.”

Suguru simply raised an eyebrow, calm as ever.

“Am I?”

The horrifying part wasn’t that his friends knew. The horrifying part was that they were right. 

At some point, somewhere between missions and training and ordinary afternoons, being near you had stopped being a choice. 

It had become instinct.

The cursed energy struck like a tidal wave, and the pressure kept building — heavier, darker, rolling through the metal beams and concrete walls like something alive.

Across from you, Nanami moved without hesitation. His hand went straight to his phone, no discussion needed. If a Special Grade had somehow slipped into the area, protocol was clear: report immediately and prepare for escalation.

You were already doing the same, fingers flying across the screen. But when it lit up, the signal bar remained empty. No signal.

Behind you, Nanami lowered his own device with a slow, deliberate motion. His silence said everything. 

You had no way to report what you’d found. The realization settled heavily between you, and suddenly everything clicked.

This wasn’t a random encounter.

You had known this assignment was a test. You had known the higher-ups were watching, waiting for you to slip. But you hadn’t realized until this moment just how far they were willing to go.

Your jaw tightened, a slow burn of anger mixing with the dread curling in your chest. They hadn’t just sent you into a dangerous situation. They had manufactured one. Placing a Special Grade — or something close enough to feel like one — in front of Nanami, one of Jujutsu High’s most reliable Grade One sorcerers. All while knowing you would be here to amplify him.

A few days ago, sitting across from those elders, you had assumed there were limits they wouldn’t cross.

Naively, apparently.

Because somebody had looked at this operation, looked at the possibility of placing a Special Grade in front of one of Jujutsu High’s strongest Grade One sorcerers, and decided the risk was acceptable.

They were gambling with his life just to test you.

And worse, they were doing it on purpose. You were the real target. Always had been.

Retreat would have been the smart move. The logical one. But something told you that whatever was lurking further inside wouldn’t simply let you walk away. And if it broke free from this abandoned complex and reached the populated streets just a few kilometers away…

Civilians.

The thought cut through everything else. You couldn’t let that happen. Not when you had the power to stop it.

The guilt you’d been carrying pressed heavier now. If things went wrong here, if Nanami got hurt because of this manufactured trap…

No. He wouldn’t. You’d make sure of that.

You exhaled slowly, letting your technique settle under your skin like a second pulse,

“I’m going to amplify you every twenty seconds” you said, voice low but firm “Don’t hold back. Don’t look back. I’ll keep you at full power. Just focus on ending this quickly.”

Nanami’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of protest crossing his usually composed features. He opened his mouth — probably to argue — but you didn’t give him the chance.

“There’s no other way” you know it. If you didn’t amplify him, there was no chance of you exorcising that thing. And he know it too, but the weight of unspoken concern was heavy between you. 

Then he gave a single, sharp nod

The air grew colder. And from the depths of the warehouse, whatever was hiding back there had finally decided to stop playing games.

You were adults now. No longer students. Full-time sorcerers, taking on missions and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

And still… Satoru hadn’t asked you out.

He had spent the last three years quietly, pathetically in love with you. Learning every little detail: the way you liked your coffee, the exact way your nose scrunched when you were trying not to laugh at his stupid jokes. He memorized every little thing. He waited. Patient in a way he never was with anything else. He savored. He let every small moment stretch out as long as possible.

One late evening, the two of you were alone in the common room of the faculty building. The lights were dim, and you were sitting on the couch showing him something on your phone. Satoru, however, wasn’t paying attention to the screen at all. He was staring at your face again — completely lost.

You noticed, of course.

“Satoru” you said, waving a hand in front of his eyes

He blinked slowly, then leaned forward with that signature cocky grin.

“Baby” he drawled, the pet name slipping out like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Stop that” you muttered

“Stop what?” he asked innocently, though his pulse was racing

“You know what. The staring. And the ‘baby’ thing”

Satoru tilted his head, smirking wider

“Does it make you nervous?”

You looked away for a second, then back at him with that soft, knowing smile that always made his brain stop working.

“Pretty sure you’re the one who’s nervous, Satoru.”

He opened his mouth to deny it, but you kept going, voice gentle but direct.

“For the strongest sorcerer in the world, your confession game is actually terrible” you said, lips curving into a playful, lopsided smile. “Just ask me out already.”

Satoru’s brain short-circuited. His heart was hammering so violently he genuinely thought it might climb up his throat and choke him. 

For a few long seconds he just stared at you, mouth slightly open, all his usual arrogance nowhere to be found.

You waited, watching him with fond amusement, before finally taking mercy on him.

“Satoru?”

“Yeah?” His voice came out embarrassingly rough.

You leaned in just slightly, eyes warm and certain.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Before your words could even fully settle in the quiet room, he reached out. His hands caught your face with a tenderness that almost hurt. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, exposing the brilliant, unmasked intensity of his eyes. He didn't say a word. He just pulled you into him, closing the distance between your lips in a kiss that felt like inevitability.

It was deep, desperate, and entirely consuming. Satoru kissed you as if he were trying to swallow the very air in your lungs, his thumbs wiping across your cheekbones while his entire body leaned over yours, backing you into the cushions of the couch, infinity completely vanished. He wanted to feel the heat of your skin, the frantic beat of your pulse against his fingers, the soft sigh that left your mouth into his.

When he finally pulled back, just an inch, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was ragged, his lips slightly bruised, and for the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru looked entirely defenseless.

"You have no idea" he whispered against your mouth. "You have absolutely no idea what you just did."

That night had changed everything. Three years of silent pining, three years of learning you, wanting you, waiting for the right moment… and you had been the one to finally push him off the cliff.

Even years later, he still remembered the way his world shifted the moment those words left your lips.

You weren’t just someone he loved. You had become the undisputed center of his world

The monstrous curse burst from the depths of the warehouse — a grotesque mass of twisted limbs, countless blinking eyes, and a pulsing core of volatile cursed energy. It was undeniably Special Grade.

Nanami charged forward without hesitation, his Ratio Technique flaring to life as he closed the distance with precise, lethal movements.

You stayed close, moving with him, keeping within striking range while dodging flying debris and lashing tentacles of cursed energy.

Twenty seconds.

You darted in during a brief opening, fingers brushing his shoulder blade. Your amplification surged into him like a second wind. Nanami’s strikes became sharper, faster, more absolute.

The curse shrieked and swung wildly. You rolled under a sweeping limb and sprinted to the side, keeping pace with Nanami’s footwork while the headache began to bloom behind your eyes.

Twenty seconds.

You weaved through the chaos, heart pounding, and touched his back this time. Another surge. Nanami pivoted instantly, using the amplified power to cleave deep into the curse’s defenses.

Your vision flickered.

The pain was building faster than you expected — a heavy pressure squeezing your skull. You shook your head hard as you dashed to a new position, staying just close enough to reach him when the timer reset. Dust and cursed energy residue stung your eyes, but you didn’t stop moving.

Twenty seconds.

You slid across the concrete, barely avoiding a crashing tentacle, and pressed your hand to his arm mid-strike. The amplification flowed again. Nanami pressed the advantage ruthlessly, but the curse was adapting, growing more frantic and dangerous.

Your head throbbed violently now. Each amplification felt like a hammer driving into your temples. You staggered for half a second, then forced yourself forward again, breathing through gritted teeth.

Twenty seconds.

You ran alongside him, lungs burning, and touched his shoulder once more. The pain spiked so sharply that you bit the inside of your cheek to stay silent.

Not yet.

You weren’t going to slow him down. Not when civilians were at stake. Not when Satoru was waiting for you to come home.

Nanami landed another devastating blow, but even as the battle raged, the pain in your head continued to build. You shook it off again, vision blurring at the edges, and kept moving.

Just a little bit more.

The office was silent, save for the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Yaga sat rigid at his desk, staring at the phone in his hand 

"Damn it" he muttered. The report from Ijichi had arrived only a moment earlier, delivered in a voice strained with panic

The signature is gone, Director. We’ve lost connection. Both of them.  

He closed his eyes for a split second, a familiar weight settling in his chest. When she had stood in this very office and asked him to keep Satoru out of it, he had agreed. He had respected her judgment. Respected her right to handle her own battles. Now he wondered if he had simply handed her over to them. Because this was no longer a test.

If they had done what he feared… The thought died there.

Yaga opened his eyes and reached for his phone. For a moment, his thumb hovered over the contact.

There would be no undoing this. Once he made that call, events would begin moving toward a conclusion none of them would be able to stop.

He pressed dial. The line rang once. Twice. Then—

“Yaga?”

“Come back, Satoru.”

The battle dragged on far longer than it should have.

The warehouse had become a graveyard of shattered concrete and twisted steel. Dust and cursed energy hung thick in the air, making every breath feel like swallowing glass. The Special Grade curse refused to die, regenerating with hateful persistence.

Your technique was failing.

What once felt like a steady river of cursed energy now came in weak, stuttering pulses. Maintaining the connection with Nanami grew harder with every passing second. The pounding in your skull had become unbearable. At some point blood had started dripping steadily from your nose, warm and metallic, staining your collar and the back of your hand every time you wiped it away.

Nanami had noticed. Several times his sharp gaze flicked toward you, jaw tight with restrained words. He never spoke them. There was no point. Both of you already understood the cost.

A violent crash rang out as the curse slammed Nanami backward. His shoes carved deep grooves into the concrete floor as he skidded to a stop.

The curse’s energy signature faltered.

There.

A small opening. One single, fleeting chance.

You wiped the blood from your mouth with a trembling sleeve. When had it reached your lips? You couldn’t remember. Your hands felt numb. Your cursed energy felt like it belonged to someone else—distant, fraying at the edges.

Satoru.

His face flashed in your mind — that bright, lazy smile, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world worth slowing down for. The way he’d finally learned to let you stand on your own.

You took a slow, painful breath. Every last fragment of power left in your body gathered beneath your skin. 

You thought of his voice whispering “wife” like a prayer. Of the guilt you carried for keeping this from him. Of how much you loved him.

Nanami’s eyes met yours across the wreckage. The moment he realized what you were about to do, his expression fractured.

“No.” The word cracked out of him like a whip. “Don’t—”

You were already moving. 

“I’m sorry, Ken” Your hand slammed against his shoulder.

The connection detonated. It wasn’t amplification anymore. It was everything. Every drop of cursed energy, every ounce of strength, every second of endurance you had left surged into Nanami in a single, devastating wave.

The world violently tilted. Sound vanished. Your vision tunneled into white.

The last thing you registered was Nanami moving — faster and sharper than you had ever seen him, his Ratio technique blazing with lethal, absolute precision. A single, perfect strike.

The curse dissolved into nothingness, and for one suspended heartbeat, silence fell over the ruined warehouse.

Nanami turned immediately, and your body hit the concrete before he could catch you.

Satoru sat in the private jet, long legs stretched out across the luxurious leather seat.

Yaga didn’t tell him why he needed to return so urgently. The fact that he called him back so suddenly —even assigning Yuta as backup — set his nerves on edge. If I were something truly serious, he would have said it outright… right?

His phone rested in his hand, thumb hovering over your contact. He wanted to call you, to hear your voice, but the thought of surprising you the moment he landed was even more tempting. He was just minutes away, he could wait.

He exhaled through his nose, leaning back again, letting the idea settle—just for a moment.

Then something felt wrong.

At first, it was just a faint, itching unease at the back of his neck. Then, without warning, your cursed energy signature—the one he had memorized like a second heartbeat—flickered.

He froze.

It flickered again. Weaker.

In a single fluid motion, he ripped the blindfold off. His Six Eyes ignited, flooding his vision with overwhelming clarity that tore through the fuselage as if it weren’t there at all. The pilot nearly jumped out of his seat as the cabin pressure shifted violently, the air around Satoru warping under the weight of his unchecked power.

He reached for you desperately, pushing his senses to their absolute limit across the distance. For a brief moment he caught it — your energy, strained, burning far beyond safe levels. Then it began fading faster.

“No” The word tore from his throat, raw and broken.

He stood up so violently that the seat cracked behind him. Without another word, he teleported out of the moving jet mid-flight, leaving the shocked crew behind in stunned silence.

He reappeared exactly where he had felt the last desperate flare of your cursed energy — right outside Jujutsu High.

Once he was on the ground, everything became worse. Your signature was too weak. What used to be a constant, unmistakable warm light in his world was now nothing more than a fragile, flickering thread. Barely there. Fading in and out like a dying candle. He couldn’t get a clear lock on your exact location.

He stopped thinking in full sentences after that. Reality began to blur at the edges, and memory crashed into him.

Six years ago 

"How do you process it?" you asked, pointing to his eyes. "Filtering the flow of cursed energy from everyone… how do you manage to isolate a single signature in the middle of all that noise?"

He had paused, surprised by the clinical nature of your curiosity. He sat beside you, his gaze lingering on your face. "Your energy doesn't feel like noise to me. It’s the only consistent anchor in the static."

"So you're always tracking me?"

"I'm always aware of you," he corrected, his voice dropping into a rare, vulnerable cadence. "I don't have to look for you, Ataru. You’re simply a constant in my field of vision."

He shoved the memory aside, his long legs eating up the distance across the courtyard, white hair whipping wildly behind him. His mind was too chaotic, too frantic. Every time he tried to focus on your energy to pinpoint it, the signal wavered and slipped away like smoke. He was chasing a ghost of you. 

He followed the weak pulses instinctively, head snapping left and right, Six Eyes glowing with terrifying intensity. He ran like a man possessed — down the main path, past the training fields, changing direction every time your energy pulsed faintly. Almost animalistic.

Your signal stuttered in his perception, and something his mind betrayed him again 

Four years ago 

You were standing in front of him, your hands pinning his wrists to the mahogany desk, your eyes burning with a frustration that had finally boiled over. You were tired of the hovering, the shadow of his obsession looming over every mission you accepted.

"You have to stop, Satoru," you said, your voice low and trembling with the weight of the moment. "I'm not a curse you need to track. I'm a sorcerer—besides being your girlfriend."

He had stared up at you, his Infinity humming with a restless, jagged energy, but you hadn't flinched. You leaned in, forcing him to look at the reality he refused to see.

"You can't control everything. You can’t be everywhere at the same time.”

The memory hit him like a physical blow, grounding him for a terrifying second before he launched himself into the main building. He passed through the halls like a man standing at the edge of the abyss. His eyes burned an unnatural, violent blue. The air around him crackled with raw, unstable power. Sorcerers pressed themselves against the walls, terrified to even breathe. His Infinity was flickering uncontrollably, shattering windows and cracking the pavement with every step. He didn’t care. 

He was running out of time, and his brain felt like it was splitting in two, flickering between the present panic and the past failures.

One year ago

A mission had gone wrong, and you were bleeding from a shallow cut on your arm, shaking with adrenaline-fueled rage. He had stormed into the room, his aura so dense it made the furniture groan.

"Satoru, you need to calm down," you had said, stepping directly into his personal space, ignoring the way the air warped around him. You grabbed his wrists, forcing his arms down. "You’re going to level the entire complex if you don't breathe."

"They hurt you," he had spat, his voice vibrating with a primal, dangerous heat.

"I'm fine. Look at me. I'm right here, Satoru."

The doors to the medical infirmary exploded inward with a violent bang.

The first thing he saw was blood. Your blood. Dried under your nose, at the corner of your mouth, staining Nanami’s uniform where he stood stiffly by the wall.

Shoko was already there, her face drawn, her hands moving with practiced, frantic speed. “She’s going to be fine” she said flatly without looking up at him. “Don’t interfere.”

The words landed exactly where they were supposed to. Relief came first, and then something else took its place.

The roar in his ears—the frantic, animalistic panic that had fueled his run—suddenly died. It was a transition so seamless it was unnatural. His shoulders dropped. His hands, which had been clenched so tight the skin had split, slowly unfurled.

The chaos of his Infinity stopped flickering. It settled, hummed, and then froze into a terrifying, absolute stillness.

Satoru’s Six Eyes weren't glowing with fury anymore. They were cold. Empty. Like looking into the vacuum of space—devoid of light, emotion, or mercy.

He walked to the bedside, his movements perfectly measured, almost mechanical. He reached out, his fingers hovering just a fraction of an inch above your cheek. He didn't touch you. 

"Who?" he asked. His voice was a flat, dead thing. 

He turned his head slowly, looking at Nanami, who stood in the corner, his suit ruined, his expression a testament to the horror he had just witnessed. The Grade One sorcerer stiffened, feeling the weight of that gaze. It was the coldest thing he had ever felt—a heavy, suffocating pressure that made the air in the room feel thin.

"It was a trap" Nanami said, his voice strained. "The mission... it was an orchestrated—"

Satoru didn't let him finish. He just nodded once. It was a slow, deliberate motion; a confirmation of a death sentence.

Yaga stood by the doorway, his eyes dark, his hands balled into fists. He watched Satoru, and for the first time in his long career, Yaga felt a primal, shivering fear. He saw it in the way Satoru’s eyes tracked nothing, staring at a future that was already decided.

"Satoru, listen to me," Yaga started, stepping forward. "We need to handle this through the proper channels. If you—"

Satoru finally looked at him.

That single look carried more weight than any outburst. It was the look of a man who had already exited the human world to enter a different one.

"Proper channels?" Satoru repeated. The ghost of a smile touched his lips, but it never reached his eyes. It was a terrifying, hollow expression. 

He turned back to you, his eyes softening for a fleeting, heartbreaking second before the frost reclaimed them.

Then he turned on his heel and began to walk toward the exit. 

Yaga stepped forward, his jaw tight, his hand half-raised as if to reach out, but he stopped. He looked into Satoru’s eyes—the unshielded, infinite blue that held no recognition of his mentor, only the cold calculation of a judge about to execute a verdict. Yaga’s hand fell to his side, his shoulders slumping. He knew. He had spent his life watching Satoru hold back, but the dam had finally broken, and he knew as well as anyone that there was no force on earth that could stand in the way of this.

Nanami, still braced against the wall, merely looked at Satoru’s back. He saw the way the air shimmered around him, the absolute, lethal focus of a man who just witnessed his worst fear. He didn't move to intercept him. He simply let out a long, weary breath and bowed his head, an unspoken acknowledgment that the hierarchy he served had just signed its own death warrant.

Satoru didn't look back at them. He didn't demand they step aside, because he didn't even acknowledge them as obstacles in the first place.

The decision had already been made.

Satoru Gojo x Reader

part 1

Being loved by the strongest is complicated. Being married to him as a sorcerer from a despised clan makes you dangerous. But no one is foolish enough to cross the line of an utterly devoted man, right?

cr: @_3aem on X

CW / Fic tags: NSFW. Married couple/Established relationship. Plot & Smut. Possessiveness. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, creampie, oral sex (f and m rec), inappropiate use of cursed technique, fluff, hurt/comfort. Satoru Gojo goes insane

“Baby—”

You silenced him with a kiss, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of reassurance into it until he melted against you. When you pulled back, you dropped to your knees right there on the rug in front of the window, the city lights painting his sharp cheekbones. 

Your fingers worked his belt open with practiced ease, tugging his clothes just enough to free him. 

“Look at you” you murmured, voice husky with want. “So perfect. My strong, beautiful husband. Always carrying the weight of the world, but right now..” you licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the way his hips jerked and a low groan tore from his throat “You’re mine to spoil.”

“Fuck—sweetheart, you don’t have to—”

“I want to” you cut in, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. “I need to. Let me worship you, Satoru. You deserve to feel good. You deserve everything.” You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and the broken sound he made sent heat flooding between your thighs. “Mmm, that’s it. Let me hear you. You’re so big, so hot in my mouth. Love how you fill me up.”

His head fell back against the glass with a soft thud, white lashes fluttering. “Shit—your mouth, baby, it’s—ngh—too good. You’re gonna kill me.”

You hummed around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips. You worked him with long, wet strokes, one hand stroking what you couldn’t take.

Every praise spilled out between licks and sucks: “So pretty when you’re falling apart for me… You’re doing so well baby, just relax and let me take care of everything.”

His thighs trembled. “You’re—fuck—gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.”

“Good,” you purred, pulling off just long enough to look up at him through your lashes, lips shiny and swollen. “I want you to come down my throat. Want to swallow every drop like the good wife I am. Because you’re mine. All of this power, all of this beauty—it’s mine to please.”

He cursed again, fingers tightening in your hair as you sank back down, taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing around him. 

The praise kept flowing, muffled but fervent, until his hips stuttered and he came with a raw, guttural moan of your name. You swallowed every pulse, milking him through it, humming softly in satisfaction until he was spent and shaking.

You pulled away gently to get up, then drew him into a slow, deep kiss, letting him taste himself. 

“I love you” he murmured, in awe “I'll make you scream my name so loud the old men at Headquarters will hear it from here.”

“Motivated much” you whispered.

“Very.”

His mouth crashed against yours, all heat and hunger, and for a moment the missions, the secrets, the shadows of the jujutsu world ceased to exist. There was only the friction of his tongue, the press of his body, the way he consumed your attention completely.

“Say it” he commanded, eyes darkening. “Tell me whose you are. Not the Ataru’s. Not the higher-ups’. Tell me.”

“Yours” you breathed.

Your back arched as his hand found the hem of your skirt, sliding upward with deliberate slowness.

The shift was instantaneous once again. One second you were standing; the next, the air shimmered and you were dropped onto the velvet of the living room sofa.

You landed squarely in his lap, straddling him. The sudden change in orientation made your head swim, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as you glared at him through the haze of desire.

“Satoru, seriously!” you gasped “Stop—stop doing that!”

“Shh” he murmured, his hands already sliding up the backs of your thighs, pulling you flush against his hard-on. “I just wanted a better angle.”

You huffed, but your hands weren't pushing him away. Instead, you reached for his face, meeting the unfiltered, electric blue of his gaze. 

“Fuck my life” you whispered, reaching for the high collar of his jacket.

Your movements frantic, until he groaned and helped you, shrugging out of the heavy fabric and tossing it aside. You followed suit, your own top discarded in a heap, leaving you in nothing but your bra and skirt.

The contact was immediate. Skin on skin, your chest pressed against his broad, muscular torso.

He let out a jagged breath, his head falling back against the cushions as you began to grind against him, a slow, deliberate tilt of your hips that had him gripping your waist 

“You’re so hot” he rasped, his voice thick and rough. “I’m not sorry”

You frowned in question, but before you could respond, the world folded again.

The soft velvet was replaced by the cool, cotton of your duvet. You were splayed out among a sea of pillows, the sudden transition making your brain throb.

“Satoru Gojo.” you shout reaching out to shove at his chest as he hovered over you. “Stop it, you’re going to give me a headache!”

Satoru just laughed—a rich, vibrant sound—as he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head once more. Then you felt the Infinity settle over you like a weighted blanket. It was invisible, but absolute. You couldn't move your arms; you couldn't even lift your back off the mattress. You were perfectly, magically pinned to the bed by the very fabric of space.

“Better?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he crawled between your legs.

“Satoru, that is such a foul use of your cursed technique” you breathed, your eyes wide as you watched him.

“That’s not what you said the last time I helped you sitting on my face” he countered, his voice a low, honeyed growl. “You seemed to appreciate the stability then, wife.”

The dirty talk was a drug, a heady mix of his arrogance and his utter devotion.

He didn't waste any more time. His hand slid inside your silk panties, his long, clever fingers finding your clit with agonizing precision. You bucked, or tried to, but the Infinity held you fast against the pillows, leaving you completely vulnerable to his touch.

“You’re so responsible” he whispered, his thumb beginning to circle with beautiful precision “So composed. So ‘Mrs. Ataru.’ My fucking god. Does it make me a possessive husband hating them calling you that?”

He reached the center of you, his fingers finding you already slick and aching. 

“Those fucking vipers calling you like that on purpose, like it changes anything, like it could change the fact that I sign a paper to be yours for the rest of my life” He kept rambling while you were on an edge

You bucked against the invisible weight of the Infinity, a frustrated whimper breaking from your throat because you couldn't wrap your arms around him, couldn't pull him closer.

He was relentless, his fingers working you into a frenzy while he watched your face with the clinical focus of the Six Eyes. He knew exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, and when to pause just long enough to make you whimper for more.

“Satoru, please,” you gasped, your head thrashing against the pillows “The Infinity... let me touch you. I need to touch you.”

Finally, the crushing weight of the Infinity dissipated. The sudden release of pressure made you feel like you were floating. You immediately threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted of desperation and salt.

“I want you,” you finally choked out “Inside me. Now.”

“Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, but there was no hesitation in his movements. 

His fingers withdrew from you slowly, deliberately, leaving you clenching around nothing and gasping at the loss. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs with a reverence that belied the fire in his eyes, then your skirt. You kicked them off impatiently

Satoru shed the rest of his clothes in a blur. He was a vision above you, all lean muscle and pale skin glowing under the dim light filtering through the curtains, his cock hard and heavy again, curving up toward his abs.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, positioning himself between your thighs, one hand bracing on the mattress beside your head while the other guided himself to your entrance. The tip nudged against your slick folds, teasing, coating himself in your arousal. “So wet for me already. You need this as bad as I do, huh? My perfect wife, all spread out and begging.”

You nodded frantically, hands roaming his back, nails digging into the taut muscles there. “Satoru, please—”

He didn’t make you wait. With a slow, controlled thrust, he pushed inside you, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you in that familiar, delicious way that made stars burst behind your eyelids. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he bottomed out, buried to the hilt, his forehead dropping to yours. “Fuck—so fucking tight. All mine”

The fullness was overwhelming, your walls fluttering around him as you adjusted, hips lifting instinctively to take him deeper. He stayed still for a heartbeat, letting you both savor the connection, his breath hot against your neck. Then he started to move—slow at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with a deliberate roll of his hips that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

“Yes—oh god” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, urging him on. The rhythm built quickly, his thrusts turning harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room alongside your shared gasps and curses.

He captured your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your cries as he angled his hips just right, grinding against your clit with each drive forward. 

“That’s it,” he growled against your lips, voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Take it all. Scream for me, sweetheart. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

The pleasure coiled tight in your core, building with every powerful snap of his hips, his hands roaming—gripping your thigh, pinching a nipple through your bra until you arched off the bed. He was relentless, pounding into you with that inhuman stamina, whispering filthy praises between kisses: “So good… clenching around me like you never want me to leave. Gonna fill you up, mark you inside and out. You’re everything, my wife, my world.”

Your climax hit like a tidal wave, crashing over you as you shattered around him, walls pulsing and pulling him deeper. “Satoru—fuck, I’m coming!”

He followed right after, thrusting erratically as he spilled inside you with a guttural moan, his body trembling above yours. For a long moment, the world was just the two of you—panting, tangled, utterly spent.

Finally, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms with a satisfied hum.

“I love you,” he finally said, turning to look at you. “So—” a kiss, “fucking—” another kiss, “much.”

When you finally parted, his stomach gave a quiet rumble.

You laughed softly. “Come on, husband. Let’s cook dinner together. I’m thinking something simple—pasta, maybe? You can chop the garlic and I’ll handle the sauce. Normal couple stuff after saving each other from bureaucracy.”

Satoru’s grin was bright and boyish, the feral edge gone, replaced by pure, uncomplicated affection.

“Yeah,” he said lightly, thumb brushing warm circles against your hip. “Normal sounds perfect right now.”

He stood and lifted you with ease, arms sliding around your waist as he nuzzled into the curve of your neck.

“As long as I get to kiss you between every stir of the pot.” 

“Deal”  you murmured against his jaw

“And bend you and fuck you over the kitchen counter,” he added, lips ghosting your ear, grin unmistakable.

You huffed a laugh, poking his ribs.

“Not everyone has your stamina, Toru, y’know?”

He laughed, unabashed, and carried you down the hall toward the bathroom instead.

“Fine. Shower first,” he conceded. “Then food. Then we’ll see.”

Warm water, soap, shared space—enough to rinse the day off both of you. By the time you made it to the kitchen, wrapped in clean clothes and lingering touches, the heaviness was gone.

You’d done what you set out to do. He was calm again.

The elders, the reviews, the politics—they could wait.

Tonight was just dinner, quiet conversation, and the comfort of being together like this.

You woke to warmth pressed along your back and a lazy arm draped across your waist, heavy with sleep. Satoru’s breathing was slow and even, his face buried against the back of your shoulder. It was strange, how quickly your body had learned the geography of him. The weight, the heat, the way his presence filled a room even when he was unconscious.

You let yourself enjoy it for exactly three more seconds before the phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He groaned. A deeply offended groan that vibrated against your shoulder. Your lips twitched.

“Don’t” he mumbled into your skin, voice rough with sleep and threaded with that possessive edge that had quietly become your new normal.

“I didn’t do anything” you whispered back, barely moving.

“You’re thinking about moving” he accused, tightening his arm around your waist in sleepy protest.

A soft laugh slipped out of you “It’s probably important, Satoru”

He sighed, a long, dramatic exhale, then tightened his arm around your waist in silent protest as you reached for your phone. You turned the screen toward you. The message header alone told you everything you needed to know. Cold in the way only institutional language could be.

Reassessment Briefing: 10am tomorrow. Attendance Mandatory.

You set the phone down carefully. “They scheduled the reassessment”

Silence stretched long enough to become an answer. You rolled onto your back, staring at him, white hair falling messily into his eyes. Without the blindfold, the Six Eyes were striking and currently clouded with a dark, simmering irritation.

“When?” he asked.

“Tomorrow”

He nodded slowly. No surprise. His hand lifted to your face, fingertips tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that felt like a promise. He leaned in to kiss you, slow and unhurried, brushing his nose against yours before speaking.

“I’ll go with you” he said, the words leaving his mouth like a decision already made.

“No,” you said softly, catching his hand and interlacing your fingers with his. “If you walk in there, it stops being an evaluation and starts being a confrontation. Let me handle the bureaucracy. I’m an Ataru, Satoru. We’ve been navigating their nonsense for a long time.”

“They can schedule all the meetings they want” He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder, moving his hand to firmly grip your hip. “Doesn’t change anything.”

Your fingers traced idle circles along his wrist, feeling the steady pulse beneath your thumb.

“It changes paperwork” you said quietly

He huffed a soft laugh, the sound warm against your collarbone “God, you sound like Nanami”

“That’s because Nanami is usually right”

“Debatable” he muttered, lifting his head to look at you again.

You smiled faintly, but the expression didn’t fully settle. He felt the shift immediately. Of course he did. Satoru always noticed when your thoughts drifted somewhere he couldn’t follow.

His hand slid up your back, slow and absent-minded, grounding. “You’re spiraling”

You nudged his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” His thumb brushed the curve of your waist. A pause. “That’s not the part I don’t like.”

You didn’t ask what part he didn’t like. You already knew the answer: people who felt braver when he wasn’t physically present.

You pushed yourself up onto one elbow, looking down at him. “You’re not coming” 

His jaw flexed once. A tiny tell most people would miss.

“No.” you repeated. Because if he walked into that room, it would stop being an evaluation and start being a war. Because this meeting only worked if he wasn’t there, and because the elders were cautious, not stupid.

You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “I can handle a room full of old men asking invasive questions.”

“I know.” he murmured, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing slowly along your hairline. “But you have this look,” he added quietly. “Like you’ve already decided how something ends and you’re not telling me the script.”

Your heart stuttered. For a split second, your breath caught in your throat, sharp and guilty. Forcing yourself to stay normal, you smiled

“You’re imagining things,” you said lightly, brushing your nose against his “I’m just confident”

His eyes narrowed a fraction, then his shoulders loosened just a little. Not convinced, but willing to let it go.

“Fine” he muttered. And you kissed him before he could change his mind.

—

The room at headquarters smelled faintly of polished wood. 

The elders sat in a circle behind a screen, never showing their faces. Just silhouettes behind thin paper, voices without bodies. Observing. Measuring. 

A single chair waited in the center of the floor. You stepped forward and sat, hands folded neatly in your lap, back straight. You felt the weight of their gaze, a judgmental pressure meant to find the cracks in your composure.

“Thank you for attending” one of them said “This reassessment is standard procedure following significant changes in a sorcerer’s status”

They meant marriage. Your marriage specifically.

“Of course” you replied

“We will begin with a discussion of amplification output”

The questions came slowly. Methodically. Had your amplification changed since the marriage? Did proximity influence output? Did emotional connection alter efficiency? Had there been any unexpected fluctuations? Each question peeled back another layer of pretense until the real one sat quietly at the center of the table.

Had marrying him made you more dangerous?

You answered carefully, explaining the mechanics of your technique. Precisely. Honestly enough to satisfy the letter of the question without feeding the hunger behind it. 

Paper shifted softly behind the screen.

“Let us address loyalty” another elder said “Where do your priorities lie?”

“With Jujutsu Society”

“And your husband?”

“He is part of Jujutsu Society”

Silence stretched. You could feel the weight of their attention pressing down, heavy. Then one of them spoke, voice firmer than the others.

“The upper limit of power has shifted. An amplifier has married the strongest sorcerer alive. A man who requires no amplification to stand at the apex of modern jujutsu.”

You knew being an amplifier wasn’t the only problem they had. It was being an Ataru. A lineage tied to power that had never sat comfortably within the system. 

You didn’t comment.

“Do you understand the implications of this union?”

“I do”

“Do you understand why it requires careful monitoring?”

“I understand” 

Another pause followed. Then you heard a folder opening.

“One final area of clarification.”

You stilled, waiting.

“When acting in an amplification role,” the elder said, his tone clinical “your output requires sustained focus and proximity to the sorcerer you are amplifying”

“Yes, it’s necessary”

“During that time, your independent combat capability is reduced”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement waiting to be confirmed.

“It becomes secondary” you said calmly

“And in a multi-variable scenario,” the voice continued “where maintaining amplification directly increases the survival probability of civilians, but places you at elevated personal risk—”

The pause stretched just long enough to become intentional.

“—how would you prioritize?”

There it was.

Clean. Professional. Impossible to object to. 

“Civilian safety takes priority.” you said without hesitation

“If maintaining amplification were the determining factor in mission success?”

“Yes”

“If disengaging would improve your personal safety but reduce the primary sorcerer’s operational output?”

“Yes.”

A folder closed with a quiet, decisive sound.

“That will be sufficient.”

And just like that, the meeting ended. 

You stood, smoothing your hands over your uniform out of habit, and walked toward the exit without looking back.

The questions replayed in your head as you pushed the doors open, and your upcoming mission with Nanami surfaced immediately after. Routine support assignment.

Your jaw tightened. 

They didn’t need you to fail this evaluation. They just needed confirmation of how you would behave in the field.

You would keep amplifying. You would prioritize civilians. You would accept personal risk if it meant mission success. Exactly what an amplifier was supposed to do.

Your shoulders straightened as you started down the steps.

You were walking into a trap with eyes wide open. At least, that had to count for something.

You could tell Satoru. You could call your family.

But suspicion wasn’t proof. And in the world of jujutsu politics, accusations without proof didn’t protect you — they escalated everything.

They would deny it. Satoru would push back. And the fragile balance you’d been trying to preserve since the wedding would crack straight down the middle.

No.

You exhaled slowly and stepped into the sunlight.

For now, silence was the only move that didn’t make things worse.

—

The office was quiet except for the faint rustle of papers and the distant noise of training outside. Your pen hovered uselessly above the report as your gaze drifted out the window, unfocused.

Suddenly, a warm breath brushed your ear.

“My wife is so distracted she didn’t notice a presence right behind her”

You jolted in your chair with a small gasp, nearly dropping the pen. Satoru laughed immediately, bright and unapologetic.

“You scared me!”

“That was the point baby”

Before you could recover, he grabbed the back of your chair and spun it fully toward him. Your protest never made it out. His hand cupped your jaw and he leaned down, kissing you slow and warm and entirely inappropriate for a workday.

When he pulled back, his mouth lingered close enough that you could still feel the ghost of the kiss.

“I’d love to fuck you in this office right now”

You bit your lip, heat blooming in your cheeks despite yourself. “You’re impossible”

His grin widened “You wouldn’t object”

A tiny pause. Then you exhaled, honest and helpless. “No… I really wouldn’t.”

“Mm.” His thumb brushed your lower lip once, satisfied. “Noted.”

Then the playful smirk softened

“So,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear before stepping back, “how was the reassessment?”

“Predictable. A lot of questions about amplification output and loyalty. They didn’t get anything new out of me” you said, offering a reassuring smile. “It was just procedure”

His gaze searched your face for a beat longer than necessary, like he was trying to read the margins of what you weren’t saying. Then he nodded slowly, accepting the answer even if he didn’t love the subject.

“I actually came to tell you something,” he said. “I’m leaving in two days. International assignment. Big cluster of curses getting messy. They want it handled fast.”

The words landed heavier than they should have.

Two days.

The same day.

Your fingers curled slightly in your lap before you forced them to relax.

He tilted his head, watching you carefully. “You’ll be on that support mission while I’m gone, right?”

You nodded. “Routine assignment” you said again, but this time the guilt hit harder.

“Good” He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead — soft, grounding. “If you need anything, call Ijichi. Or me. Doesn’t matter where I am. You know that, right?”

You nodded again.

“Okay, I should get going before Megumi starts throwing rabbits at me for being late,” he added quickly. He kissed your neck, then your cheek, and finally your lips, punctuating each one with a soft muah, completely oblivious to the faint crease forming between your brows. “Love you. See you at home.”

You managed to whisper an “I love you” before he disappeared, your hand still half-raised in the air where it had instinctively reached for him.

And just like that, the last pieces slid into place.

You were in the middle of making coffee when you heard the kitchen door slide open behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist before you could turn.

“I don’t wanna go”

You smiled softly at the childish honesty in his voice, leaning back into him.

“You say that every time”

“I mean it every time” He whispered, his face buried into your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin as his grip tightened.

His hips pressed closer and you froze for half a second before letting out a quiet laugh.

“Babe…”

“Sorry” he said simply, and you felt his smile on your shoulder

“Mm”

“I’m going to miss you.”

Your chest squeezed at the softness in his voice, but the thought dissolved the moment his lips dragged slowly along your neck and his hand slid up your arm, nudging the robe off one shoulder. Cool air brushed your skin at the same time his mouth did.

A quiet sound escaped you before you could stop it, your back arching instinctively into him.

“It’s just two days, Toru”

“Don’t you know how obsessed I am with you?” he murmured against your skin “I miss you every second we’re apart”

“You’re such a romantic husband” You smiled and reached for the whipped cream to finish your coffee, only for the can to  disappear from your hand halfway through the movement.

Turning your head, you caught  the look on his face.

Absolutely shameless.

Then cold sweetness touched one of your nipples and your eyes widened

“Are you serious?!”

He didn’t answer. Instead his hand slid to your jaw, tilting your head back as his mouth captured yours, slow and deep and distracting enough to steal the rest of your protest.

By the time the kiss broke, your thoughts were thoroughly scrambled. A small whimper slipped out when he pressed you forward against the counter again.

He turned you in one smooth motion, his hands settling firmly at your waist. The next thing you knew, the marble of the kitchen island met the backs of your thighs as he lifted you onto it effortlessly.

The robe fell completely open and for a moment, he simply looked at you.

His gaze traveled slowly downward, lingering on the whipped cream spread across your breasts, and something hungry flashed behind those impossibly bright eyes.

“You’re so beautiful” he breathed, already sounding slightly hoarse. 

Then, he leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly over one nipple, licking the sweet cream off with a low, filthy groan. His large hands cupped and kneaded your tits, smearing the whipped cream as he sucked and licked greedily, switching between them like he couldn’t get enough.

You moaned, fingers threading through his messy white hair, back arching into his mouth. The mix of cold cream and his hot tongue made your head spin.

He spent long minutes worshipping your tits — sucking, biting gently, pinching your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive — before he dropped lower.

In one fluid movement he hooked your legs over his shoulders, dragged your hips to the edge of the island, and buried his face between your thighs.

“Fuck—” he groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you. The first broad stroke of his tongue had your head falling back, a broken moan tearing free. 

He ate you like a man on the verge of starvation. Messy and eager licks followed by focused suction on your clit, his tongue fucking into you in shallow thrusts that made your hips rock helplessly.

“Toru— oh god—”

Unable to hold back, you gripped his hair tighter and started grinding against his face, riding his tongue desperately. Satoru moaned loudly in approval, the sound muffled between your thighs as he let you use him.

“That’s it, baby” he growled against your soaked folds, while his hands gripped your ass, pulling you down harder, encouraging you “Ride my face. Fuck— use me.”

“—fuck, Toru. I’m so close already” 

You rocked your hips faster, grinding against his tongue and nose while his hands squeezed your thighs. The pleasure built fast and brutal until it crashed over you. You came hard with a broken cry of his name, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure tore through you.

He kept licking you through it, greedy and unrelenting, until your legs were trembling.

You were still panting when he stood up, eyes wild. He freed his cock — hard, flushed, and leaking — and pulled you forward on the counter.

In one slow deep thrust he buried himself inside you, groaning at the tight heat.

“God… so good,” he rasped, forehead pressed to yours.

He fucked you hard and deep, one hand still kneading your sticky breast while the other gripped your hip. The kitchen filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping skin and your shared moans.

When he was close, he buried his face in your neck.

“I love you” he groaned, voice breaking.

With a few final, powerful thrusts, he came deep inside you, filling you with thick, warm spurts. He stayed buried to the hilt, arms wrapped tightly around you as he rode out his orgasm, kissing your neck and jaw with surprising tenderness.

The shower afterward was quiet. Steam curled around the glass walls while warm water ran over both of you, washing away whipped cream, sweat, and the lingering haze of pleasure that still clung heavily to your body. Satoru stood behind you beneath the spray, one arm wrapped loosely around your waist as his fingers brushed damp hair away from your neck.

His lips brushed your shoulder once.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded automatically, leaning your head back against his chest. “Yeah.”

His fingers traced idle patterns against your skin, grounding and affectionate and painfully familiar. 

When you finally stepped out, the apartment felt colder. You sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in one of his shirts while he got dressed across the room, movements efficient now, blindfold folded carefully between his fingers before slipping into place.

You watched him quietly.

There was something surreal about it—the contrast between the man who had just been on his knees between your thighs in the kitchen and the strongest sorcerer alive adjusting his cuffs like he was preparing for another ordinary workday.

A faint smile tugged at your mouth, but it faded quickly.

The last thing he put on was his coat. Then he crossed the room toward you in slow steps until he stood in front of you

“Hey,” he said softly, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him properly. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone.”

Your chest tightened painfully, guilty again, but you forced a small smile anyway.

“Always.”

He leaned down and kissed you slowly. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against yours.

“I’ll be home before you know it.”

The words were meant to reassure. Instead, something uncomfortable shifted in your chest.

You hated that. Hated the guilt. Hated the instinctive urge to tell him everything.

But it was too late now. The decision had already been made.

“Go before you get fired,” you teased

He huffed a laugh.

“Impossible. They need me too much.”

“There he is.”

“See? You already miss me.”

You shoved at his shoulder.

He caught your wrist, pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and finally stepped away.

The apartment felt quieter almost immediately after the door closed behind him. You remained where you were for a few moments, staring at nothing in particular until your gaze drifted toward the clock.

Nanami would be arriving soon.

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Being loved by the strongest is complicated. Being married to him as a sorcerer from a despised clan makes you dangerous. But no one is foolish enough to cross the line of an utterly devoted man, right?

cr: @_3aem on X

CW / Fic tags: NSFW. Married couple/Established relationship. Plot & Smut. Possessiveness. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, creampie, oral sex (f and m rec), inappropiate use of cursed technique, fluff, hurt/comfort. Satoru Gojo goes insane

The first week after the wedding, Satoru Gojo stopped pretending he had any self-control. Not that he’d had much to begin with. But now? Now he didn’t even try. 

He was fairly certain he was going to live in a permanent honeymoon state forever. And honestly, he wasn’t complaining.

“You’re being obnoxious” you murmured under your breath, keeping your tone carefully neutral as he leaned down behind you, his chin settling comfortably on your shoulder. His weight was lazy, both arms draped around your waist like he’d decided this was his new default position.

“Mmm-no,” he corrected lightly, breath warm against your ear “I’m being a married man” 

You kept your eyes forward, expression composed, because the second you acknowledged the fact that Satoru Gojo was practically purring into your neck in front of the entire staff, you would lose whatever dignity you still had left.

You met him at Jujutsu High, back when you were nothing more than two stupid teenagers with too much power and even less sense. It hadn’t been instant. Not even close.

You were a year younger, and he behaved like he owned the place—which, in hindsight, maybe he did. Still, that wasn’t the point.

Then came shared missions. Long nights. Close calls. Feelings you hadn’t planned on—feelings Satoru had made very sure would take root.

And now here you were. Married. Seven days in.

He squeezed your waist once — absentmindedly possessive. You pinched his wrist in retaliation.

He grinned. You didn’t need to see it, you could hear it in the way his shoulders shifted, smug and pleased with himself.

You finally slipped out of his hold just enough to turn and look at him.

“Didn’t you have a class to teach or something?”

“Hm?” one hand came up to his chin, thoughtful “I don’t th—”

“Sensei.” Megumi’s voice cut in before he could finish — flat, cold, and deeply unimpressed. 

He stood a few feet away, posture straight, expression carved from stone as always. His dark eyes are fixed squarely on Gojo’s face.

“Stop behaving like a teenager and come teach the class” he says evenly. “We’re waiting.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Slowly, you look up at your husband.

Megumi’s gaze shifted then — just slightly — and softened when it landed on you.

“Mrs. Gojo” he says, bowing his head a fraction.

“In my defense,” Satoru says thoughtfully, “I forgot.”

Megumi exhaled through his nose.

“You didn’t forget,” he replied flatly. “You ignored it.”

Satoru grinned, shameless.

“Details”

Megumi looked like he was reconsidering every life decision that led him here.

“Sensei” he said again, warning creeping into his tone.

You stepped back, folding your arms. “Go. Teach.”

Satoru sighed like he’d been asked to endure something truly unbearable — but before moving, he leaned down and pressed a quick, warm peck to your lips.

Casual. Unapologetic. In front of Megumi.

“You’re doing that on purpose” you muttered

“Of course I am” Satoru replied brightly.

He finally stepped away, squeezing your hand once more. You smiled, shaking your head as you watched his broad back stroll off toward the exit without a care in the world.

“Let’s go, Megumiiii” he sing-songed as he passed his student.

But Megumi didn’t follow immediately.

He lingered by the doorway, posture relaxed, expression unreadable.

“Mrs. Gojo.”

You looked at him, resisting the urge to tell him he didn’t need to be so formal—neither you nor Satoru cared—but Megumi was endearingly respectful, so you let him have it.

“Megs” you answered, tilting your head.

“He’s worse lately.”

You blinked once. Then raised an eyebrow. “Worse?”

“More…” He hesitated, searching for the word. “…attached.”

A soft huff escaped you before you could stop it. “He’s always been attached.”

Megumi’s gaze dropped for half a second, then returned—sharp. Certain.

“This is different.”

The words settled heavier than they should have, and you didn’t answer right away.

He wasn’t wrong.

There was something different. Something that had crept in quietly beneath the teasing and theatrics, beneath the hands on your waist and the shameless affection.

Something denser. More deliberate. Protective, yes—but not playful. Watchful. Like he was constantly counting exits. Like he was listening for threats that hadn’t arrived yet.

You straightened without realizing it, shoulders squaring.

“Don’t worry,” you said, offering Megumi a small smile. “I’ll fix it.”

It was only half a joke.

You’d known Megumi since he was six years old—played with him, walked him to school, watched him grow. You knew him well enough to recognize concern when he buried it. And the last thing you wanted was for him to feel responsible for something that wasn’t his to carry.

He studied you for another second, then nodded once. Without another word, he turned and headed inside.

You stayed where you were.

And for just a split second—you felt it again.

That distant awareness.

Like someone, somewhere, was watching.

—

Nanami found you where he always did when your thoughts grew heavy.

A quiet corner of the campus, far enough from the main buildings that the noise faded into something distant. You’d started coming here years ago, back when you were still students—back when you and Nanami were simply classmates learning how to survive the system.

Same year. Same rank. Same expectations.

Your friendship had been built in silence, shared exhaustion, and the unspoken understanding of what it meant to be useful to the wrong people.

You were leaning against the railing when he approached, his glasses catching the late afternoon light before he removed them.

“You’re thinking too loudly” he said, resting his forearms beside yours against the cool metal.

That earned a quiet huff of a laugh. “That obvious?”

“With you?” he replied. “Yes.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Nanami didn’t push—he never did. He waited, patient as always.

He was the person you trusted most after Satoru. And right now, the only one you could speak to freely.

“I feel like the higher-ups have been circling,” you said eventually. “Not openly. Just… watching.”

Nanami turned his head slightly, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

“They’re unsettled.”

“Because of Satoru,” you said.

“Because of you” he corrected gently.

You closed your eyes for a moment.

Your technique had never been flashy—no explosions, no spatial distortions. Just amplification. Pure. Terrifying. When you touch another sorcerer, their attacks become absolute. No misfires. No wasted effort.

And power like that had always made people nervous.

Your clan had never fit neatly into jujutsu politics either. Old, but not obedient. Powerful, but uninterested in tradition for tradition’s sake. They’d refused council seats that demanded compliance. Refused marriages arranged for optics.

The higher-ups had done everything they could to keep the Ataru at the edges.

Until you married Satoru Gojo.

“An Ataru married a Gojo” Nanami said quietly. “And not just any Gojo —him. ” he paused only a fraction before adding “They won’t forgive that” 

“No” you murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Silence settled again—heavier this time.

“They don’t like that an Ataru now has access” Nanami continued

You nodded. 

You weren’t just married to a Gojo. You were married to Satoru. The strongest sorcerer alive. A man the higher-ups couldn’t control, punish, or touch.

But you?

You were reachable.

“I won’t abandon my clan,” you said. “And I won’t apologize for my marriage.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

From somewhere deeper in the campus, Satoru’s voice carries—loud, dramatic, unmistakable.

Nanami’s gaze flicked briefly in that direction. When it returns to you, it lingers.

“He will protect you” he says. Not reassuring. Just stating a fact.

You don’t answer. But he notices the way your shoulders have gone rigid. The way your hand tightens against the railing, knuckles paling slightly. Your gaze drops, lashes lowering as your brow knits without you meaning to.

He exhales quietly. He has always been good at reading what people don’t say.

“You don’t want him to” he says after a moment.

The words catch you off guard. You look up at him, surprised —Because he’s right, and because you hadn’t let yourself put it into words yet.

Megumi’s voice echoes in your head. 

This is different.

Not the affection. Not the attention. The weight behind it. The way Satoru’s presence sharpens when he’s around you.

“He already carries enough,” you say “Just.. being who he is.”

You vaguely hear Nanami say your name, but it barely registers.

“I don’t want to be another thing he needs to get his hands dirty for.”

Nanami studies you for a second longer.

“If you can’t—or don’t want to—talk about it with him,” he says evenly, “at least trust me. Don’t fight this alone.”

You hesitate.

It’s brief. Barely noticeable. But it’s there.

“Thank you” you say quietly.

Nanami inclines his head once, accepting it without comment.

When you finally turn and walk back toward the building, your gaze drops to the ring on your finger.

Proof.

And the terrifying reminder of what Satoru Gojo is capable of when something matters to him.

Morning light poured in through the penthouse windows, catching on bare skin, rumpled silk sheets, and the solid weight of Satoru above you.

“Toru” you warned, already breathless, hands still tangled in his hair.

“Yes, wife?” he replied, lifting his head just enough to look at you, those devastatingly bright eyes fixed on your face from where he was settled between your ribs, completely unbothered.

He’d already fucked you as a good morning, and then decided you wouldn’t be escaping the bed. Or him.

“I have a meeting” you grumbled, palms pressing uselessly against his shoulders. He was all lean muscle and stubbornness. “If I’m late because my husband decided to be a menace before breakfast, I’m blaming you.”

“What are you talking about?” he said, shamelessly grinning “I’m having breakfast exactly right now.”

Then his tongue dragged in one slow, deliberate lick along your sternum.

“Four years together and I still can’t get enough” he murmured against your skin—and proved it a second later, shifting just enough to press himself into you. 

You gasped, before you could stop yourself, fingers tightening in his nape.

God. He was addictive.

And you’d known exactly what you were signing up for when you married him.

His mouth found your neck, warm and open, while one large hand slid down to your hip, fingers spreading possessively, grounding himself while keeping you still.

“Are you bored of me yet?” he murmured, grinding once more, a low sound slipping from his throat as his nose brushed your jaw.

This was the side of Satoru the world never saw—the raw, needy hunger of a man who spent his life being treated like a god and only felt human when he was tangled in your sheets. Infinity off. Blindfold gone. A small, fragile bubble where he was just a husband enjoying his wife.

“I could never” you breathed, caressing his cheek “But I have to go” 

He leaned into your touch before resting his forehead against yours, breath warm, familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then—reluctantly—he eased back

“Just because it’s sexy,” he said, smirking, voice low and lazy “you going to work while I stay home playing housewife, begging you to stay.”

You snorted softly, thumb brushing along his jaw.

“That’s crazy. Anyone would think the Six Eyes user might actually have a lot of work to do.”

“Never heard that before” he replied smoothly, unfazed.

You laughed, the sound light, and tugged the robe closed as you finally stood. His eyes followed the movement with open appreciation, head tilting slightly like he was committing the image to memory.

You leaned down again, unable to help yourself, capturing his mouth in one last slow kiss. He responded instantly, hands coming up to your waist, pulling you closer like he still wasn’t done with you. 

“You’ll be late too” you warned lightly against his lips, half a tease, half genuine.

“I’m the strongest,” he said easily, mouth brushing yours again. “I can afford it.”

“Arrogant.”

“You married me anyway”

You sighed, forehead dropping briefly against his shoulder, smiling despite yourself.

“Can’t argue with that”

When you finally pulled away, you felt it—the warmth, the safety. The last uncomplicated moment of your day.

—

You’d already finished reading the folder by the time you spoke. The papers now lay closed on the desk between you and Yaga.

“A support assignment,” you said, eyes still on the folder.

Yaga remained quiet, hands folded on the desk.

“For a grade one sorcerer” you added, skepticism threading your voice.

You lifted your gaze.

“Why me?” The question lingered in the air for only a heartbeat before you shook your head once—a small, humorless motion.

“No,” you corrected yourself quietly. “Actually, I know why.”

Yaga didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, eyes steady, as if he already knew the shape your thoughts would take. As if he’d watched you learn to trace them years ago.

“My cursed technique almost guarantees success for any sorcerer’s strike” you continued, almost absentmindedly. 

Yaga didn’t react. He didn’t need to—you’d had this conversation in pieces years ago. He had been the one to help you understand it in the first place—back when you were still clumsy with your cursed energy

“But it’s most effective when paired with lower-grade sorcerers,” you continued. “It corrects their cursed energy output. It removes the margin for failure.”

You paused, fingers curling slightly against the arm of the chair.

“With Nanami,” you went on, more carefully, “there’s nothing to compensate for. He’s more than capable of handling this alone.”

Silence settled between you—heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“Not only that,” you added, because accuracy mattered, “I’d be a nuisance. This assignment doesn’t require me.”

“I know,” he said.

Two words. Flat. Honest.

“The order came with specific instructions,” he continued. “They requested a sorcerer.”

A pause.

“By name.”

Your jaw tightened, just slightly. It was a reaction you didn’t bother hiding. It wasn’t a surprise for either of you.

“The mission is in a few days. I can’t cancel it or alter the assignment” Yaga said. “But I can make sure you’re not walking in blind.”

You looked down at the folder again, though there was nothing new to see. You hesitated—just barely—before speaking.

“They think they’re subtle,” you said. “But this doesn’t look procedural.”

“That’s exactly why I’m worried,” Yaga replied. You understood immediately what he meant.

“I don’t want Satoru to know” you said, voice low but steady. “I don’t want him intervening.”

A breath.

“Please.”

He studied you for a long moment—not as your principal, not as your superior, but as someone who had watched you grow from a reckless first-year into something far more dangerous. And far more exposed.

“You’re asking me to withhold information that concerns you from Satoru Gojo” he said evenly. “Are you aware of that?”

“I’m asking you to trust me,” you replied.

Another pause.

“And I do,” Yaga said at last.

The words weren’t light. They carried responsibility.

“But you won’t underestimate them,” he continued. “If anything changes—”

“If this stops being manageable—”

“I’ll tell you,” you said immediately. No hesitation.

He studied you a moment longer, searching for cracks that weren’t there. Then he nodded once.

“Good.”

The meeting ended.

But the quiet understanding that something had begun moving—carefully, deliberately—whether any of you liked it or not, lingered long after.

—

You rested two fingers against Inumaki’s shoulder—just long enough for your ritual to take hold—then stepped back.

You’d been working like this for weeks. Inumaki’s technique had always been particularly brutal on himself; every command exacted a price, every word tore something from his own body. Precision mattered. Control mattered. And today—finally—it held.

He inhaled.

“Blast away.”

The command detonated through the training grounds with surgical accuracy. No backlash. Nothing wasted. Nothing misaligned.

When it was over, Inumaki’s hand flew to his throat on instinct.

Then he froze.

No pain. No tearing burn.

He looked at you, eyes wide, and relief washed over his expression—soft, unguarded.

“Salmon?” you said, smirking as you spoke his language.

“Salmon” he replied, cheeks faintly flushed.

You laughed softly. “Perfect. Go rest.”

He bowed quickly, a little clumsy with excitement, before hurrying off toward the dorms.

You watched him go, warmth settling in your chest—quiet pride, simple and deeply satisfying. Beyond exorcising curses, moments like this were exactly why you stayed. Why you kept doing this job.

Your phone rang, the sound cutting cleanly through the calm you hadn’t realized you were holding onto.

Nanami’s name lit up the screen. You closed your eyes for a brief second before answering.

“I was informed this morning,” he said once you picked up, skipping pleasantries entirely, “that your name was added to my upcoming assignment.”

You knew that tone. Years of friendship had taught you how to recognize when his anger was carefully restrained.

You turned slightly, lowering your voice out of habit, even though no one else was close enough to hear.

“Yeah,” you said. “I figured you’d find out.”

“This isn’t standard procedure,” Nanami continued. “They know very well I don’t need an amplifier.”

You exhaled through your nose.

“I’ll go. They want me there” you said, already anticipating where this was headed. “I’m not going to disappear. I can fight. I can exorcise. I can handle myself.”

“I’m aware.”

“For them, it’s a win either way,” you went on “They’ll discredit me if I don’t do my job well—call it inefficiency—even when they know they’re sending me to a mission I’m not needed in the first place. And on the other hand,” you added, more bitterly “they get the chance to see me hurt.”

“It’s not fair. And I won’t let—”

“I want you to treat me like I’m not there” you cut in.

Nanami went quiet.

“If you prioritize me,” you continued, firmer now “if you adjust your movements or your decisions because of me—then they get exactly what they want.”

A long breath came through the line.

“You understand” Nanami said slowly “that the moments you’re amplifying me, you won’t be able to defend yourself.”

“I do.”

“And you’re still intending to amplify me,” he went on, voice tight, “while asking me not to cover you.”

A pause.

“Yes.”

Another beat of silence.

“If I’m going,” you said quietly, resolute “then I’m going to do my job.”

Two days had passed since your meeting with Yaga and the call with Nanami.

Two days during which you had tried—really tried—not to let the conversation replay itself in endless loops inside your head.

You buried yourself in routine. Morning classes. Stacks of mission reports waiting for your signature. Faculty meetings where the same three voices dominated the room while everyone else nodded and pretended to take notes. Familiar motions. Predictable rhythms. Things you could control.

That morning, you had finally spoken to Satoru about the upcoming mission.

You had left out the part where your name appeared on the support roster—not because anyone needed your particular skill set, but because someone had requested you specifically. You omitted the detail that you’d be supporting Nanami unnecessarily, assigned to a role that didn’t actually require you.

On paper, it was clean.

In reality, you knew exactly how it would look through your husband’s eyes. And you knew he would be right.

I don’t want him to be another thing he needs to get his hands dirty for.

You had said those words to Nanami without hesitation. And you had meant them.

Still did.

By the time the sky began to dim into early evening, exhaustion had settled into your bones. It was almost six when you finally left the building, mentally listing the groceries you still needed to pick up before heading home.

You were halfway when a figure detached itself from the covered walkway.

“Mrs. Ataru.”

You stopped, and slowly turned.

You recognized the intermediary immediately—one of the elders who never quite reached the inner circle but carried their messages with almost religious precision. 

You offered a courteous nod and ignored the deliberate omission of your married name. They had all done it at first. Some still did. A quiet, stubborn refusal. A reminder that, in their eyes, Ataru's blood still ran in your veins and that was all that mattered.

“We will be requiring a formal review,” he continued, tone measured and unhurried, “of your operational role moving forward.”

You tilted your head just enough to signal curiosity rather than alarm.

“My role?”

“Your marriage constitutes a significant shift in existing power alignments.”

Ah.

You understood immediately. Satoru and you were expecting it since the wedding announcements went out. 

Of course they were going to keep an eye on you. To make sure an Ataru who now belonged to the Gojo family didn’t interfere more than expected. To keep a rein on an amplifier who had married the strongest sorcerer alive—a man who already stood at the pinnacle of power without any amplification at all.

“You’re concerned about a conflict of interest,” you said calmly, almost conversationally.

The elder didn’t deny it. He inclined his head a fraction—confirmation and dismissal wrapped into one small gesture.

“We believe a reassessment is appropriate.”

You felt the shift before you saw him.

Not a sound. Not a footstep. Just a sudden density in the air behind you, like the atmosphere itself had thickened.

Satoru stood several paces away, white hair catching the dying light, dark glasses firmly in place. He had clearly been on his way home.

Now every line of him radiated something lethal, leashed only because he want it to be. The elder clearly stiffened at the new unexpected presence

“My values and my judgment haven’t changed.” you said firmly

The elder recovered quickly, though his eyes flicked once to Satoru before returning to you.

“That remains to be evaluated.”

Satoru laughed, stepping closer with lazy confidence.

“Evaluate me instead,” he suggested lightly, as if recommending a restaurant. “Since I’m the conflict, clearly.”

“We are well aware of your position and capabilities, Gojo.”

“Are you?”

Two words. The Infinity flexed. The courtyard lanterns flickered once, as if the bulbs had momentarily forgotten how electricity worked.

You moved without thinking, your hand lifting toward Satoru’s chest—right over his heart. Infinity stopped you just short of contact, but it didn’t matter. The message landed anyway.

He looked down at your hand first. Then at your face.

He knew somewhere beyond the quiet campus, behind closed doors and carefully measured conversations, men with too much authority began calculating risk. But here, in the fading light, with his attention wholly—dangerously—focused on you, Satoru Gojo wasn’t thinking about politics. He was thinking about you, and the catastrophic mistake of anyone who mistook you for a weakness.

So he smiled again—slow and deliberate— and let the pressure ease.

“Of course,” he said brightly, voice slipping back into its familiar lightness. “Oversight. Committees. Reports. Love that for us.”

The elder bowed stiffly—more reflex than respect—and retreated down the walkway, his measured pace doing very little to disguise how quickly he wanted distance between himself and the two of you.

You waited until the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely.

Only then did you lower your hand.

“Don’t.” 

The word left your mouth softer than you intended, but it didn’t tremble.

“Don’t what?” he asked.

“Escalate.”

The courtyard felt too open all of a sudden. Too exposed. You were aware—acutely—of how easily he could turn this into something irreversible. How thin the line was between restraint and spectacle.

You knew, and you had expected it. The scrutiny. The political recalibration. The quiet attempts at pressure disguised as procedure. You had known they would try to test you. Test him. Test the space between you.

You had walked into it willingly.

“They’re underestimating you.”

You held his gaze.

“And you?” you asked softly. “Are you underestimating me?”

You asked because it mattered. You weren’t shrinking. You weren’t flinching. And you needed to know that he saw that.

His eyes sharpened immediately.

“Never.”

You stepped closer—closing the last of the distance so there was no ambiguity left between you.

“This is manageable,” you said. “It’s annoying. It’s intrusive. But it’s manageable.”

He studied you for a long moment. The way he sometimes looked at unfamiliar cursed techniques right before dismantling them

“You knew this would happen,” he said quietly.

“Yes.” you answered without hesitation.

“And you married me anyway.”

There it was. A confirmation.

“Yes”

Something flickered across his expression, and you barely had time to breathe before the world folded.

There was no warning—just the sudden, disorienting snap of space collapsing. The penthouse materialized in a blur of glass and twilight, and before your mind could catch up, Satoru had you pinned against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Tokyo glittered thousands of feet below—distant, irrelevant. All you could feel was the radiator heat of his body pressed flush against yours.

“Satoru—”

You really looked at him then. At the tight set of his jaw. At the sharp, dangerous focus behind the lenses of his glasses. At the way all that power narrowed until it was only you.

“What did we talk about,” you said breathlessly, “teleporting me home without warning?”

“Right now, I don’t care.” His voice dropped into a rough register that sent a sharp ache straight through you. “They don’t get to touch you.”

He still hadn’t used his hands. Just his weight. His chest rising and falling against yours.

“They don’t even get to look at you like you’re something they can put on a scale.”

“I handled it,” you said, pulse finally catching up. Your fingers trembled as you hooked them into his collar. “You saw that.”

“I saw a dead man walking,” he corrected. He leaned closer, mouth hovering inches from yours, breath warm—coffee and something rawer beneath it. “You were too polite. Too professional. You’re too good for them.”

“You don’t get to go feral preemptively,” you said, trying—and failing—to ground yourself.

His mouth curved into a sharp, dangerous smirk. “Feral?”

“Yes. I can see it building.”

You said it lightly. Almost teasing.

Inside, you were deadly serious.

He laughed under his breath.

“You have no idea how feral I am right now. Seeing them omit your name. Seeing them treat my wife like a line item in a budget.”

That was when he finally moved.

His hands came up—not to your waist, not yet—but to your wrists, pinning them above your head against the glass. The cold at your back and the furnace of him in front made your thoughts blur.

“You married a monster,” he murmured, nose tracing the line of your jaw.

“No,” you corrected, breath hitching as his mouth brushed sensitive skin beneath your ear. “I married a man.”

Something in him broke.

Just for a second.

Raw. Unguarded.

He pulled back enough to look at you, blue eyes burning brighter than any cursed energy—stripped of every shield he wore for the world. You felt the exact moment his control wavered.

His grip loosened.

You slid your hands free and cupped his face, lifting his glasses away.

“And I love that man so much it hurts,” you whispered, thumb brushing his lower lip. “So let me take care of you tonight, Satoru.”

His breath stuttered.

And even as your thoughts churned—the conversation with Yaga, the call with Nanami, the mission in which you had never truly been necessary—is this the right thing to do? Am I making this worse? Should I have handled things differently?—deep down, the truth was that you didn’t regret it.

You had chosen to protect him from one more thing that might demand blood.

You didn’t want this weight on his shoulders.

Didn’t want him thinking that marrying you had turned your life into a liability.

Didn’t want him carrying guilt for decisions you had made on your own.

If you could give him even a moment of peace before everything shifted—before the mission, before the scrutiny, before whatever came next—then maybe, just for tonight, that would be enough.

if you’re thinking “wait, didn’t you already post this?” no ❤️ you didn’t see anything. It's not on my masterlist🤫

chapter index<. ____ >next track

“Her love is a rose, pale and dying.”

synopsis: the infamous guitarist sukuna thought it'd be easy to get rid of his past lover, until reading a bittersweet letter that was meant for him twisted his high ego hard enough to find himself trapped in your lingering presence.

pairings: rockstar!sukuna x model!reader

content: MDNI, SELF SABOTAGE, doomed ending, LOTS OF angst, fluff, band AU, yearning, mentions of smut in multiple chapters (not detailed), situationship, mention of toxicity, baby yuji mentioned! Sukuna and Jin are twinsses, jealousy, and finally harsh language.

Who would have ever thought you would make it so far in life so young?

Rising massive fame for being the most known model for high-brands of fashion at only twenty two years. Being successful in money, in your career, and even having a nice home to yourself away from the past secretly haunting you every minute you were breathing.

Yeah, you could basically have anything with a snap of your fingers. At least that’s what you tried gaslighting yourself with.

Even with all the flying money dropping from the sky to your lap, there was something missing in your life. Rather, someone.

A rather someone you would have never guessed that you didn’t end up spending the life you originally wanted with him.

With Sukuna.

It’s been years since the last time you’ve seen him, and it wasn’t a really nice goodbye you both left for each other. It was more like turning your back against each other and never looking back. What did you even expect from Sukuna? he wasn’t the type to come running after someone like some sick puppy, begging for attention.

Maybe some part of you hoped he did. You hoped he’d stop you - tell you that you are stupid for leaving everything behind - snap some reality into your brain so you could just come back into those safe warm arms of his. Strong and shielded against your small frame.

It’s what you wanted him to do all along, but your pride and stubbornness wouldn’t let you show it. It was even worse that he was just like you, maybe just ten times worse.

When you wanted him to falter, and to give up those barriers he had in himself - he gave you that cold brutal truth instead of what you wanted him to hear.

So maybe that’s how you found yourself on a lonely Sunday evening ripping the piece of lined paper from your journal, not proofreading any of the words you had written messily on the letter. You didn’t want to look back at that sick past of yours, didn’t want to endure the pain all over again to square one.

You just needed to let it out on someone who could give zero shits and who was also thousands of miles away from you to give him the brutal reminder that she was still here, and the words you wanted to tell him that night before hopping onto that cab with no hesitation.

You wonder if it’s even worth sending since you weren’t the only one who was getting recognition.

His band was definitely hitting the charts lately, and it’s been boosting since their new release album. They also just finished their small tour they have done for the anniversary of their debut, of course you’d know that.

The train ride back home was absolutely hell. It was crammed and stuffy the whole five hour ride.

Sukuna had his guitar case between his legs, his hands steadying so it won’t go slipping away from him. His neck was strained from the uncomfortable position he tried sleeping in against the window. He couldn’t even sleep without Jin rambling about something stupid of his nerdy interests.

Why was he even apart of the band?

A small grunt escaped Sukuna, an annoyed scowl on his face - as he hummed from time to time to pretend he was listening (he definitely wasn’t.)

Finally after five hours of torture, they finally arrived back at their stop. Their home town they’ve been away from for a whole two months.

Well, things got even more irritating for Sukuna with the narrow walkway of the train just to get out, a suitcase on one hand and his other hand carried his own duffel bag - his guitar case slung heavy behind his broad back.

He tried not hitting anyone’s head as he passed by the seats, occasionally telling poor Jin to speed up when clearly there was a whole crowd wanting to get out the same time as them.

Finally they both managed to squeeze out of the exit in the train, a sigh leaving Jin’s lips as they stood in the station.

“Let me call a cab over.” Jin pushed the glasses over his nose bridge, placing his bags down to take out his phone from his pocket.

“Make it quick, i’m already sick just standing in this shithole.” Sukuna demanded, it was like he was almost growling the words. He was painfully dramatic with his complaint.

Jin let out another exasperated sigh as he dialed a cab’s phone number, and walked a few meters away from Sukuna so he could properly hear his phone.

Sukuna started mumbling to himself, mumbling curses like it physically pained him just to be patient. But he wasn’t someone patient, he hates waiting on anyone.

He dropped his duffle bags beside him, his crimson gaze following complete strangers that passed by. He could make out some recognition from others as they stared back at him. It wasn’t like before when they first started their band - they had such a small fanbase that people were somewhat unaware of.

It was only until recently their songs were hitting the charts and hitting mainstreams. Instead of small bar gigs, they were now performing in big stages with big crowds.

This was his goal. To be successful with his band. He finally reached the life he wanted.

But obviously, he was missing apart of him he won’t even acknowledge.

It was all because he let you go. He let you walk away and take half of his heart with you. He wanted you to have a happy life, he wanted you to take the opportunity to go overseas and pursue your modeling career - even when he wanted you to stay. He didn’t want to let go of that pride and facade he presented to everyone, but you were different from everyone else.

What was he even doing thinking about you? this was over a few years ago. He should be over it.

His brows furrowed, forming into a scowl from his own ridiculous thoughts. It was easy to forget you the moment you left…so why did it all just come back to him?

He sighed, turning his head to the side - a specific big poster board advertisement from against the concrete walls catching his eye.

His heart dropped.

Why did you have to become a model?

It was like just screaming in his face of a reminder of what he lost because of his stubbornness.

He left all of his baggage and jin’s baggage onto the floor, as he took hesitant steps towards the board.

All he felt was the same feeling he felt when he watched you walk away, the same squeeze of his heart he couldn’t seem to get rid of. His gaze almost softened when he stared at your beautiful face, staring at those big striking eyes he never seemed to forget.

You were in the advertisement for a known fashion brand, Dior. You were wearing probably the most expensive accessories pieces while you were complimented with layers of dark layering of clothing, holding a wilted rose on your delicate hands.

The more you were away, the more beautiful you seemed to get. There was so much regret on his chest for not cherishing your beauty enough while you were still stuck into his hip.

Maybe it was a little naive to think you won’t ever get away, that eventually you’ll come back running.

It was a desire and hope he knows he shouldn’t hold against himself, but he had way to many visions of you in his dreams as if you were some dead wife.

His hands were in fists while they were shoved in his pockets, You lingered even when you were gone.

He swallowed the dryness of his throat as he continued to torture himself by staring at the picture of you, wishing you could magically appear right in front of him and he could tell you the words he hid behind his pride.

He didn’t even hear Jin approach right next him, clicking his tongue. Jin’s arms were crossed against his chest as he stared at the side profile of his twin.

“I thought you said you were over her.” Jin instigated, a knowing look on his face.

“What makes you think i’m not over her?” He spat out, looking away from the board to look at that stupid knowing look on his face. Great.

“You weren’t standing here originally, you left all our bags in the middle of the walkway to just stare at her picture.” Jin lets out a sigh, probably the hundredth sigh he left today.

“Fuck off.” He grumbled, snatching the duffel bag away from his brother hand.

Jin just went ahead of him, leading the way to exit the station.

Sukuna gave one last look at the picture, his face once a scowl turned into a soft look on his sharp features. It was stupid that you still affected him even years later, making him feel all oddly calm instead of wanting to rip somebody apart. You were like a medicine he didn’t know he needed.

It’s been almost a week since you sent out that letter, and your mind has drifted to that topic more than it should have.

You told yourself many times that you didn’t care if he didn’t respond, you wouldn’t even care if he left a response back.

You lay on your silky sheets, staring at the ceiling as you contemplate life currently. Your life has been changing so much in a good way that it almost felt like a dream to you.

So why did you desire the bad things to come back to your life? were you really that bored of the fortunes that swept into your life right now?

You had your headphones on, listening to the new song Sukuna’s band had just released - the lyrics hitting way too close to home, almost familiar that made an unsteady feeling on your chest.

Hearing those guitar riffs was like almost hearing his voice, you could feel him in the weight of presence even when he wasn’t around you.

Your fingers goes through the cover of his band from the CD, staring at Sukuna’s face on the cover - it was the only face you cared about seeing.

Your thumb goes through his face, almost as if you were really caressing his cheek instead of this sick reality that was playing around your life right now.

Maybe you wouldn’t want him back as your lover, but just simply back to your best friend you always seemed to rely on - even though he hated when you relied on him back then so much.

But would it even count that he was your lover? you both never ended up together anyways - you both just desired the benefits of it instead of admitting you both wanted it badly. More like you wanted it more than him.

You swear that you could see him anywhere you went, you could make out his face in strangers passing by - could hear the rough whispers he whispered to you underneath the sheets at night.

And even worse, you have a boyfriend.

You never told your current boyfriend about Sukuna, you never really wanted to get into the past you hide from the newcomers of your new life. Your current boyfriend doesn’t even know that every time you kissed his lips, you thought of Sukuna instead of grounding into the moment of your current lover.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he just had came out of the shower - towel hung loose on his hips as you were sulking on the bed you both shared together. You hadn’t even notice he came out of the bathroom.

“Baby.” He sung, walking over the bed to hover over you through the edge. You hated when he called you that, it’s what Sukuna use to call you back when you both were casual.

Your boyfriend tugged off the earbud off your ear, pressing a kiss into the top of your ear. Trying to ease the tension on your brows, his thumb caressing the middle of your brows.

“Why are you in the dark? you’re gonna get depressed like this.” he softly scolded, turning on the lamp besides the nightstand.

It made you sick to your stomach that he was so caring when the only thing you ever thought about was your ex-situationship.

“No I won’t.” You mumble, a small pout pouting against your lips as you look up at him, noticing the softness in his eyes. The softness you would have wanted Sukuna to look at you like.

“Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.” He sat in the edge of the bed, pulling you closer to cradle you, your hand still gripping the CD - you hoped he wouldn’t see the emptiness in your eyes.

“I’m thinking of going back home for a couple of months.” You suddenly confess, you were surprised that the words just came out of your mouth without even hesitation - you didn’t even know if you wanted this.

You could tell your boyfriend was shocked, and maybe a little more disappointed than anything.

“But…What about your shoots? you’re just gonna miss them just because you want to go back home? you might loose a big opportunity.” Almost a sound of disbelief on his voice as the grip he had around you slightly loosened.

You sat up, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you fiddle with your robe.

“I already took my big opportunity. I can just take shoots back at home, why are you so upset about it when I can figure this thing out on my own?” You couldn’t understand why he was so against the idea, it’s where you originally started anyways.

A loud sigh left your lover as he shook his head. “What is even there to go back for? I thought your parents lived here now because they wanted to stay close to you?” Your boyfriend suddenly asks, standing up to grab a pair of sweatpants in his dresser.

That’s a really good point and question. What was the point of going back home? What would you gain from it? Maybe the point was to see Sukuna’s face once more so you could get over him and maybe cherish the look on his face at the same time.

You look down at the CD in your hands, suddenly feeling like you wanted to melt into the sheets and never rise up again.

“Yeah, But…” You paused, gripping the CD tight into your hands.

“I need to visit someone important.”

authors note: tysm for all the likes and reblogs i got for my first post!! stay tuned for more upcoming chapters!!! :DDD (i promise these next chapters will be long ones, this chapter is pretty short <3) Lmkk in comments if you would like to be on the tag list 🩷🩷🩷

☆ chosen error ☆

summary: fem!non mc reader x valko | he was supposed to remain nothing more than code—a canceled route in a game that never got the chance to tell his story. but when he wakes up in your world, the line between player and character disappears, forcing you both to decide whether some stories are meant to be rewritten...or finally allowed to choose their own ending.

genre/word count: reverse isekai? fluff, angst, hurt comfort? - 8.1k

warnings: none just me coping

a/n: suprise um #bringvalkoback! i thought i was done with the system fracture series but with everything going on right now i couldn't help myself. i tried my best to do him justice and maybe in future writing's i will do better. also this is barely proof read so sorry for any mistakes. everyone please continue to boycott and spread awareness, and i hope you enjoy this bonus story.

The evidence was clear. Gojo sat on a couch in the living area of your shared apartment, despite it being past midnight. There was no way in hell Gojo would be able to fall asleep right now.

About five minutes ago, Gojo had received a text message from an anonymous number. Inside was an attachment.

Upon opening the attachment, your boyfriend was graciously greeted with a photo of you outside of a club.

You were wearing your favorite black sequin mini skirt with the boots Gojo had bought you for a concert the two of you had enjoyed together.

Your hands were tangled up in another man’s hair as you kissed him. You were shamelessly kissing a man on the sidewalk for everyone to see.

Gojo’s face twisted with anger as he saw the way the man was feeling you up. One of his hands cupped your face while the other rested comfortably on your ass. What a fucking asshole. He had absolutely no shame kissing another man’s girlfriend.

Gojo wasn’t used to this feeling. With the amount of responsibility he took on in his work life, your boyfriend was always confident he knew what to do. His ego was often off the charts. Could you blame him? Everyone treated him like a god. Maybe that was a part of the reason why this had hurt him so bad. For the first time in a long time, Gojo didn’t know what to do.

The two of you had been high school sweethearts. Gojo loved and cherished you more than anything in this world. In fact, he loved you so much that he had a diamond ring in the bottom drawer of his dresser, waiting for the right moment to ask you to marry him. The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was because he wanted it to be perfect for you.

And what did he get in return? The thoughtful gift of your infidelity.

No matter how bad Gojo didn’t want this to be real, he couldn’t kid himself. There was no denying the photo was real. Satoru’s head began to swarm with questions.

Why? Is it me? Does she not love me?

He considered not even bringing it up for a second. Gojo knew cheating wasn’t okay. But leaving you for it? He didn’t know if he had that in him. Nothing could make Satoru Gojo stop loving you. When he loved, he loved hard.

So hard that he still cherished his high school best friend Geto despite him killing hundreds of people.

Gojo never understood how people could just fall out of love. That wasn’t a thing he did.

Your boyfriend snapped out of his thoughts after hearing the front door creak open. He stood up as you walked inside with a smile on your face. You bid one of your friends goodbye at the door and thanked her for driving you home.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered on you. Gojo could smell it clearly.

You locked the door behind you, setting down your purse and stepping inside.

Your gaze drifted up to Gojo and his conflicted face. Obviously, you had no idea what he knew. You figured he was just scolding you for being home so late again.

A scolding from your boyfriend didn’t seem too enticing at the moment. Due to this, you decided to ignore Gojo and started making your way towards the staircase.

Gojo stepped in front of you suddenly, a heartbroken look in your eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why are you pouting like that?” You asked him. Your voice was raspy from the fun night at the club. Hours of screaming and singing your heart out.

“Explain this.”

Gojo stuck his phone near your face, showing you the picture that he had been sent. The undeniable truth.

You didn’t say anything to him. You simply looked at his face. Gojo looked like he was clinging onto any and every hope of this being fake.

“It’s real,” you admitted.

You had kissed another man. Maybe you even hoped for a little more. Why? Well, because Gojo had been neglecting you lately.

He hadn’t meant to, of course. But that didn’t change anything. Gojo had been busy with work. As a result of his work stress, he’d become very emotionally isolated. Your husband didn’t open up to you or have sex with you. You felt like you were just.. there.

After being raised to be a weapon his whole life, it wasn’t a surprise Gojo kept to himself about his troubles or feelings. That was just who he was, never wanting to make others responsible for his burdens.

You hadn’t gone out with the intent to cheat. The goal had been to just vent to your friends over a few drinks. Turns out you get kinda vulnerable a few drinks in. The idea of a man who’d actually value being passionate with you sounded amazing in the moment. You’d gotten carried away without realizing it.

Thankfully, you’d returned to your senses before anything beyond kissing happened. Regardless of any reasoning, cheating felt inexcusable.

You never thought Gojo would find out. You’d imagined it just being a silly mistake that you could move on from.

Gojo’s heart sunk. He was angry. And shocked. And heartbroken. And afraid.

Suddenly, guilt felt as if it was eating you alive. When you’d kissed the man, you figured maybe it was like payback for his neglect. Looking back, however, made you realize that you had just been a shitty girlfriend. There wasn’t any defending yourself. You had fucked up.

“And you just.. that’s it? There’s no.. excuse? No apology?” Gojo stuttered, in utter loss.

He lowered the phone from your face, his arms falling to his sides in defeat.

You shrugged in reply, knowing that it was over. Maybe it was for the best and you’d find a guy who was actually emotionally available after breaking up with Gojo.

You stared down at the floor, unable to meet the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face.

Then, Gojo did the most unexpected thing. He got down on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the usually so cocky and confident 6’3 man you’d been dating.

Gojo’s gaze was soft, his eyes slightly watery.

“Please..” he began. “Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. What can I do? Just please.. don’t go,” your boyfriend pleaded to you.

“You can.. fuck, you can sleep with as many guys as you want. Just come home to me. I’m fucking begging you..”

Gojo squeezed your hand gently.

“I can’t handle it. You can’t leave. Not like-” Gojo cut himself off, swallowing.

He had never quite recovered from the loss of his best friend.

It was pathetic how he was absolutely begging you right now. But you weren’t heartless.

You kneeled down beside Gojo, seeing that he was fighting off tears. Gojo moved your hand to cut his face, muttering “please” under his breath once more.

“What do you need from me? What did I do wrong? Was it work? I’m sorry I’ve been busy.”

Gojo was wracking his mind for anything he could have possibly done wrong for you to betray him this way.

The emotional neglect had been awful lately. You reminisced on the better times with your boyfriend, the times he was good to you. It only made you feel worse. Gojo was a good man who treated you right majority of the time.

Seeing Gojo so destroyed this way was too much. It was impossible to stay angry at his emotional neglect towards you. You knew that he wouldn’t ever try and hurt you on purpose.

“I’ll stay,” you whispered in reply. “I- I’m sorry. I.. I shouldn’t have. I messed up. There’s no excuse for that but.. I won’t go, if that’s what you want.” It was hard for you to apologize without sounding like you were making excuses.

Gojo looked up at you, his tears finally falling. You had no idea how much your apology meant to him. It meant you still cared for him and his heart that was too big for his own good.

He pulled you into a big hug, clinging onto you like you’d disappear if he let go.

“Thank you..” he cried into your shirt.

At the end of the day, Satoru Gojo was just a lonely boy who wanted to be loved for more than his strength.

Who would even cheat on Gojo?

“How could I ever forget about you?”

synopsis: the infamous guitarist sukuna thought it’d be easy to get rid of his past lover, until reading a bittersweet letter that was meant for him twisted his high ego hard enough to find himself trapped in your lingering presence.

pairings: rockstar!sukuna x model!reader

content: MDNI, doomed ending, LOTS OF angst, fluff, band AU, yearning, mentions of smut in multiple chapters (not detailed), situationship, mention of toxicity, baby yuji mentioned! Sukuna and Jin are twinsses, jealousy, and finally harsh language.

chapter index:

track one: forget her 𑣲𝄞

track two: i remember you 𑣲𝄞

track three: heartbreaker 𑣲𝄞

track four: sweet 𑣲𝄞

track five: watercolor eyes 𑣲𝄞

track six: the mourning after 𑣲𝄞

track seven: the first taste 𑣲𝄞

track eight: feelings in between the lines 𑣲𝄞

track nine: all i did was dream of you 𑣲𝄞

track ten: my heart 𑣲𝄞

track eleven: too fast 𑣲𝄞

track twelve: shades of cool 𑣲𝄞

track thirteen: tomorrow never came 𑣲𝄞

track fourteen: distant lover 𑣲𝄞

track fifteen: Last goodbye 𑣲𝄞

track sixteen (finale): How to disappear 𑣲𝄞

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ — staring across you was an empty seat, no boyfriend, no text, none at all. as you glance at your clock you realize it's been an hour and you've been stood up.

⋆˚꩜｡ cast — sylus, caleb, valko 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 xavier, rafayel, zayne ver here!

🔖 tags — lads x non mc reader! hurt/no comfort, mentions of injuries, wounds and blood

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨 ⋆｡°✩ SYLUS

"Miss we swear we don't know where boss is!" Luke choked out. You look to the side and Kieran is nodding. These two don't know that you can tell when they're lying, you've spent 4 years with them for God's sake. Today was finally the day you and Sylus had a free day, with mountains of work and investigating what's happening in the N109 Zone today was the day you can finally go out and breathe fresh air rather than smoke, guess it wouldn't be happening anytime soon as you waited like a fool in the facny restaurant you didn't even want to go to. Waiting was one thing, him not telling you and leaving you there for hours on end was something different entirely. "I'm coming for you both if I find out you both are lying—" "He's and Miss Hunter went to Elysium!" Luke finally admits as he fell trap on your glare. You heard Kieran snicker muttering "Boss is so dead" You left quickly with Mephisto's protest. As you park your motorcycle, going in—Aislinn smiled mischievously "You just missed them." "What?" "We both know what you're here for—or better yet who you're here for." Aislinn chuckled looking at you. "Sorry though, no special menu's this time. Looks like it's reserved for someone else now." "What do you mean—"

"You're smart. You can figure it out, they went south maybe you'll catch up to them." Wasting no time you immediately went to the direction she gave you and there's where you saw them. Sylus was holding Miss Hunter near him as he patched up her wounds. He quickly glanced over you but continued patching her up. If he wasn't going to acknowledge you then you'll make him. As you step over them—You stopped when he used his evol, his eyes giving you a sign.

To remember your place. You and him was in the same situation, even in the same pose. You felt yourself immedietly freeze when he touched her chin, you couldn't take it anymore as you used your evol to erase his hold on you. Giving him a cold stare, you put your helmet on and started your engine. You didn't look back this time.

｡‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡⋆ CALEB

Caleb was running four hours late on your anniversary date. This was not him at all, with his all colonel duties tucked away; he's still organized and precise. So where the hell is he? Running on thin patience, you got out of the restaurant and immediately book the next train to skyhaven. His colleagues knew who you were—at first they mistook your for his childhood friend but you didn't pay it any mind, she was sweet and extremely important to him. "Please I just need to see him for a few minutes and—you can even time me." You said desperately to the poor lady in the lobby. "Miss, as I said for the tenth time you need to have an appointment before you meet with the colonel" You were getting frustrated—How difficult is it to see your boyfriend? You almost threw your hand up in the air when you overheard a conversation. "Colonel Xia and the girl in his office are awfully close. Isn't he taken?" "I could've sworn he is, In fact I've met his girlfriend awhile ago when she visited…they probably broke up?" Fuck it. As the pang on your stomach kept growing, so did your adrenaline—so you did what the most unnormal thing to do. You booked it for the stairs. "Miss? Miss! Somebody call security!" For a paramilitary organization, going through their doors was scarily easily but finding out how easy it is to rob Farspace Fleet wasn't your goal so with your knees close to giving up and your heels almost separating, you pushed his office door open. You didn't even know what to expect—but it was certainly not this. Caleb was seated closely to another woman—MC it seems and he was obviously hiding something from her looking at his closed fist and both of their smiles so wide it can battle the plushie you won from a stupid arcade earlier this week. The two was caught off-guard with the door opening and you see how Caleb met your eyes and immediately paled. "Y/N—" You couldn't be in the closed minimal space anymore as you stepped out, footsteps shuffling behind you. You cursed with the lack of access card in your hands when you realized you have to take the stairs again. "Baby wait! Y/N please!" Ignoring him you started going faster with each step you took as you almost slipped. You cursed and took off your heels which proved to be a fatal error because of his evol you found him standing right next to you. "Baby, You didn't tell me you were coming—did something happen?" "Did something happen? Do you even know what day is it?" Caleb eyebrows furrowed as he checked his phone, you figured he saw the date and the calendar reminder you put a week ago. "Fuck—Baby I'm sorry I've got the dates wrong..I'll make it up to you—" "Caleb" He flinched by the lack of endearment. "I waited and look stupid in that restaurant! I was worried! and then when I go here to check on you—you were here with another woman! I know I'm not as important as she is but all I'm asking is one day! We barely even spend time anymore—" "You know how the situation is, I can't risk her safety—" "But you can risk mine?" "Come on, don't even go there." You scoffed finally having enough. "You know what, let's take a break. "Baby please—" You didn't let him finish as you exit the building, you walked to the front and you saw something near your chest. A tint red laser was pointing to you and then—everything went black.

ⵉ߮ 𐄁᠇𐄁 ߮ᜢ VALKO

Working with metals wasn't easy, you practically can't even see where your callouses ends and where your skin begin. That's why working with your boyfriend was heavensent. With how he can easily manipulate metal, your job requires no effort at all, he practically does it for you even if you protest. But one thing he doesn't know how to manipulate is time. He was running 3 hours late, It was normal for him to run 15 minutes late but never this late. You sighed as you looked at your gift. You were working on this secretly, he always gave you flowers so you decide this was the time to give him his. This was no easy feat—it took you months of trials and errors and even ending up with burns that made you flinch everytime you put pressure on your fingers. Still Valko was worth every effort. You tap on your phone killing time, when a chat from your bestfriend caught your attention. "Hey aren't you on a date with Valko?" "Supposed to be why?" "Well can you explain why he's here with a woman that does not look like you?" Before you can even respond she sent you a picture. It was Valko and a hunter you haven't met—which was strange as you've probably met his great great great cousin. You tapped as you replied "Probably a cousin?" "Girl I don't know what cousin you have but mine are not this close."

You read as she sent another picture, this time with his arms wrapped around her—You immediately shut your phone, as you shot your eye ignoring the pain you felt. You sighed, she probably was more gentle than you. Where you bear yourself with calloused fingers she probably had none. You look at your creation one last time before you threw it in the trash.