tamsy’s wife

You're worried.

You rub your stomach to soothe yourself, hoping the baby will kick your hand in response to calm the pounding of your heart. Your eyebrows were knitted in distress and Yuuta was angrily cooking you dinner.

He was mad that you never tell him when your hungry. It would've been cute if this wasn't his fifteen millionth blow up this week. This entire week, you've been doing things on your own around the house and he hates it. He hates when you don't come to him for help. He hates not having constant understanding of how your baby is possibly feeling and he hates when you don't eat.

He thinks you don't understand how important it is to stay healthy and full and always happy and fulfilled while an entire human being is growing inside of you. Not in the cute fatherly way, but in the 'you can't eat that candy! It has so many toxins and blah blah blah' kind of way. And you keep trying to tell him to put his stresses to rest. Not in the cute pregnant wife kind of way, but in the 'please just let me eat my donut holes in peace' kind of way. When he found out you didn't really have a lunch and only just now wanted something to munch on, a snack, that was his last straw.

"I hate that it's when I'm not around that you decide to forget about your own wellbeing." You heave a sigh finally, tired of his complaining. "Yuuta, you hate every single little thing I do when it's not up to your standards. I can help myself! I know when my body is hungry and I know little snacks aren't enough, but is it so bad that I just want something...small sometimes?"

He has prepped meals for you to eat every day of the week with labels on them for exactly when to eat them. He even has a nice dessert selection for you to choose from......but you didn't ask for any of this and you're beginning to realize you're tired of it. You don't want stupid prepped meals, you don't want asparagus for the fifth fucking time that week. You were sick of the helicopter treatment you were getting.

He stops chopping the veggies on the cutting board and turns to you momentarily, "Yes!! You need to have-" You groan loudly, tuning out his voice to stop his lecturing from piercing your ears. He stops his tracks and watches you get up from the couch, a grouchy look on your face as you escape to the bedroom.

You're ignoring him.

He drops the knife on the cutting board and speed walks over to where you're walking. You feel Yuuta harshly grab your arm to jerk you to face him. Before you can tell him to let you go, he grabs your other arm and pulls you closer to him. His big eyes burn into yours with a look you've never seen before. He looked...pissed and like he was going to explode. The hold he had on you was tightening more every second. "Baby, are you listening to yourself? I don't want you to starve yourself and the baby, that's not why we decided to have one. And I'll be damned if you-" "Yuuta, what is wrong with you?? You're hurting me!"

He blinks and notices how tightly he's holding you. He slowly stops his hold, letting himself put space between the two of you. The anger that sat in his chest lowers from a heavy boil to a low simmer, realizing he was taking out his frustrations on his beloved, his other half. Regret replaced his illogical anger. Suddenly, you crunch over in pain, moaning and holding your stomach. The stress of arguing catching up to you. Yuuta's face goes pale as your knees buckle. He catches you, deciding to pick you up and bring you to the couch. You don't even question where he found the strength and just try to bare the pain. "No, no, no, no..." He lays you down gently on the couch and kneels by your side, also placing a hand on your belly. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I've just been..." He looks off onto the side, seeming to struggle at finding the right excuse for his behavior. You don't respond, knowing there isn't one.

Ding Dong

Both of your heads turn to the front door at the sound of the doorbell. Yuuta stands to go find out who's at the door and you sit up from where you were currently laying. Yuuta opens the door, a smile painted on his face, only for it to wobble at the sight of three of his trustworthy elders.

Gojo Sensei, Nanami Sensei, and Geto Sensei.

"Who would've known?" Yuuta forces a laugh and bows lightly at the three older gentlemen at the door who also share relaxed smiles with their student. Everyone was wearing casual clothes and Gojo Sensei had his sunglasses rather than his usual blindfold. Gojo suddenly launches himself at his student. "Yuuta! Ah, I remember when you had lighter eyebags," Yuuta doesn't know if he's wincing at the current noogie Gojo is giving him or the straight up insult he just issued. "How's work been? How have you been? Is Y/n home?" Gojo lets go and Yuuta takes the time to fix his hair and composure.

"Uh, work's fine and I'm...getting by. Nothing too serious. And, uhh.." He trails off at the last question. It might've just been him in his head about it, but it shouldn't really matter much if you're home, right? Why does he-

"Yeah, she's resting right-" "Great! I don't care. 'Scuse me." Gojo shoulders Yuuta harshly as he makes his way into the house once he got the answer he wanted. Yuuta stares at him, his eyebrows beginning to furrow. "What?-" A hand is felt on his shoulder and he turns back around to see Geto giving him that same smile.

"I hope you haven't been working yourself too hard. I know how you get when you're cranky and too focused on the little things." Yuuta feels his shoulders begin to tense. He doesn't know why all of these people wanted to be in his space, in your space so badly. This is just a prank, right? He nods lightly and another wobbly smile tries to make a way to his face before he sees Gojo getting close to you and he points past Geto to where you were. "Also, I'm kind of busy at the moment-" "I also hope these habits don't bleed into your regular life. Right? You don't want these issues going on with a baby on the way, dear student of mine."

Yuuta looked back at him, his paranoia not going away anytime soon. "What?" He feels a different hand on his shoulder, turns and sees Nanami giving him a stern look. "We should talk."

Geto turns to go join Gojo by the couch where you lay.

You're a little nervous. Okay, a little is an understatement. You're really nervous. Yuuta seems to be more and more stressed the longer your old teachers continue to stay. Gojo kneels down and grabs your hand to stop you. The simple touch pulls you back to reality, meeting his eyes. He takes off his sunglasses and smiles at you. "Are you feeling alright, angel?" A tense feeling twists in your chest. When you realize the answer wasn't yes, you began to avert your gaze, not knowing how to answer.

Nanami's voice in the background fills the air and you blink. Geto also kneels by where you sit and brings up a hand to brush your cheek. You shouldn't like it, but it soothes you more than Yuuta's touch ever could these days. "If he's giving you trouble, you know you can always tell us."

You turn to his violet eyes. Geto's heart nearly breaks in half when he sees tears well up above those pretty lashes of yours. "I just....it's complicated. He's not how he used to be anymore," You whisper. You wouldn't dare tell him that, knowing it would only cause more arguments to spur between the two of you.

Maybe that's your sign.

"Maybe you should take a break." Gojo smiles at you again. You look at him in confusion. "I mean...get out of the house a little bit. It's good to get some exercise every once in a while. Especially in your state." You begin to think to yourself, maybe he's right. It's been so long since you've gotten out of the house. Yuuta's kept you cooped up in here for who knows how many weeks. Anything more than simply walking will get his neck to turn in your direction. They're right. You need a breather.

"But...that's entirely up to you." Your worry slowly leaves your face and that smile they've been waiting for softly comes back. "Since when have you been the rational one?" Gojo laughs, standing once more. "When it comes to you, I can put my mind to anything, baby."

You swing your legs off the couch to meet the ground and Geto gives a hand to help you stand. "And besides," You look up at him, in question. "It's about time you've had a change of scenery."

"What?!"

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5 minutes ago

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Nanami Sensei was giving Yuuta a look he's never gotten from him before. And honestly, Yuuta wasn't any better himself, not even trying to hide his disdain. "Yuuta," Nanami murmurs. He suddenly steps closer, as if he was going to tell a secret, crossing his arms and staring him deep in his eyes. "I've been sending you mail for updates of your journey of paternity leave situation. However, the letters I've received from you have been.....concerning. Which is why I'm here to discuss with you."

Yuuta couldn't stop his mouth anymore. "No offense, Nanami Sensei, but nothing of me and my lover's life is any of your concern any longer, and I wish for you to-" "None of my concern?" Nanami's eyebrows pinch together and he steps closer to close the distance between the two of them, if that was even possible. "How is it none of my concern when I receive letters mentioning violent tendencies to inflict on those with close relations to the woman you are meant to protect?"

Yuuta wished that he could forever silence the man in front of him. Whether through killing him or just outright ignoring him. But he knew to act better than that. The last thing he needed to do was show his wife the type of man he really was. Especially now that he knows that his former Sensei couldn't keep a secret. And especially now that he knows his former sensei would use that information against him.

"I am protecting her." Nanami stays silent for a few seconds. "....I didn't take you in to teach you to use your hands to selfishly inflict pain on innocent bystanders who have nothing to do with what goes on in your head. You were better than this. I'm sorry." Silence grows between the two men and Yuuta wonders what exactly Nanami was trying to get at.

Nanami thinks to himself how long it took to get to this point. To work together with two old friends and realized they all had a common theme, you. They all knew you couldn't have been happy with your current husband. Nanami knew that just from one look at the first wedding photos that you needed a real man to protect you and stick by your side.

You needed someone who would protect you from what was physical in this world, along with protect you from things supernatural that most wouldn't be able to comprehend. And to somehow manage to join forces with two of the strongest on top of that, he put his differences aside and realized the more the merrier. And if there was anyone he would trust to keep you safe if it wasn't him, it was Geto and Gojo.

Intelligent, strong, and good at their jobs. All they needed was for you to complete the puzzle and stick by their side. Yuuta was never meant to be in the picture. Nanami believes Yuuta was trying to attempt to be what him and his former colleagues are. He's nowhere near as mentally and physically capable to do what they can, which is why you're coming with them instead. Maybe in another life time, he could be a better partner for someone he actually deserves to be with.

"We'll keep her safe for you. You clearly need rehabilitation."

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Present Time

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"What?!"

You snap your head toward Yuuta's voice and watch as his face basically explodes into a tomato red. Fists clenched, teeth grinding and veins popping out of his forehead. "No....you can't just take her from me!" Yuuta yells quickly. He tries to storm past Nanami, but he had a grip on his upper arm, stopping him from approaching you. "Yuuta?" You step forward in concern, wondering what was said for him to be yelling.

You watch as Yuuta violently tries to resist. Pulling his arm as hard as he could, over and over again. Once he realized that wouldn't work, cursed energy began to surround his fist. He jerked around to try and punch Nanami, but he dodged, and his fist instead connected with Yuuta's nose.

Yuuta grunts and drops to the ground, the wind from the impact hitting you to know just how hard he was hit. "Wait, what's going on?? Why are you hurting him?" You began to raise your voice in question and Gojo softly grabs your arm turning you to face his direction. You couldn't move your eyes from Yuuta's form on the ground. He struggled to stand and Nanami was right there when he tried to get up.

Before you could look any longer, Gojo's hand grabbed your chin and turned you to face his direction. Geto and him were giving you soft looks as if your husband wasn't being beat to the ground a second ago. "It's time for us to go home, sweetheart. We'll take care of things here for you. But Satoru here will show you the way."

You couldn't understand what was happening. At first, they made it seem like you would just have a nice little stroll, but now it seems like they're trying to...abduct you? You could feel your stomach begin to cramp again and you whimper in slight pain, grabbing your belly.

Gojo steps as close as your stomach allows him to and he grabs both sides of your face gently, making you look him in the eye. "Just focus on the sound of my voice, angel. Close your eyes....and take a deep breath, okay?" "Gojo Sensei.."

You felt like no one was listening to you and you kept finding questions with no answers to any of them. You're scared.

"Close your eyes." His thumbs moves gently over your eyelids and all of the commotion in the background is heightened by the rest of your senses. "And just focus..." His hands are warm. The palms cover your ears and for a moment, you feel slight pressure surrounding you entirely.

Then it's gone.

His hands move back to your cheeks. "....on the sound of my voice."

Water. A beach. It's warm.

Without asking, you open your eyes.

You are, in fact, on a beach. The sun is hitting you from above. Gojo is already staring at you. "W-where are we?"

He laughs at your question and turns you around. Your mouth opens in silent awe at the sight of a very tall beach house. "Your new home." You snap your head back to him and step back. The sand under your feet is soft and looks clean somehow. "What?? What about Yuuta? I can't just leave my husband-" "Husband?"

Gojo throws his head back and lets out the most genuine laugh you've ever heard leave his lips. "Baby, that's not your husband anymore! Don't worry about him. All you have to do is relax, and read, and whatever you do at home. And look! Now you have a beach you can enjoy every single day." Speechless, you understand why Yuuta was yelling.

They stole you away from your home. Was Nanami in on this? Geto? Were they all planning to do this to you? How are you going to get back home? Is there even a way back?

"Hellooo? Don't start spacing out now. We have a lot of catching up to do. Starting with....figuring out baby names. I call dibs. Satoru the second."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang prides himself in being a monk. He was vegan, practiced non-attachment, compassion, and a pacifist. He was always patient, kind, and everyone felt safe around him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe world around him celebrated for another year in finally restoring peace and balance to the world. They celebrated around him like he was the symbol of peace—balance even—and unwavering goodness. And believe me, he is.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut that’s the problem. People only saw the version of him that saved them—that saved the world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThey didn’t see what it cost to hold that kind of power so carefully. To choose and pick over and over again—to be compassionate—to be a leader that everyone needed and wanted.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you—the one who stood so beautifully under the Harmony Festival's glow—saw right through him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou held him in his arms just when he was about to break. You reached out to him when he lost control of his Avatar state. You who’d seen how tired he was in the middle of all this chaos and still manages to be a kind hearted man.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hated that—not really—but more like disliked how he puts himself aside.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust like now, he stood in the middle of the festival, greeting people like they were old friends. He looked so warm and open but he looked too composed for your liking.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou’ve seen Aang lose his patience once and that was the time he lost Appa in the desert. It was a rough moment because at some points, he left you and the group alone to search for his beloved bison. But that didn’t stop you from teasing him for it after.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Hey Aang, how come you’re so patient with me?” You asked him the night when you reached Ba Sing Se as he helped you comb your hair. He hummed as he shrugged, though still sensitive, held more control when he’s talking to you and only to you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I just love you too much.” He replied with that bright smile that you love dearly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut now as you stared at him laughing like nothing could truly ever get under his skin after that incident, you decided you were going to be a problem tonight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe plan was simple—talk to someone easy to get, laugh alongside them, and hopefully—hopefully—Aang notices and that calm, happy composure he held dearly will break.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou stand close to a dinner bar, smiling so brightly at the man who stood behind the table who gawked at your presence.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow you weren’t as powerful as your boyfriend or friends, but you were an earth bender that used earth bending in a different way. A way that you used your own bending as a weapon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Can I have a beer please?” You asked the man who stood behind it, tilting your head as you smiled as you watched the man fumble with his words and poured you a beer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomeone sat beside you, deliberate—hinting at something—as he slid his money to pay for her drink. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou pretended to listen as he talked to you—heck you barely even caught his name. But you didn’t care.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed—light, effortless, and just a little louder than necessary. It wasn’t real but convincing enough that it made you pause at the intense stare on your back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t need to turn to know whose eyes were those. You could practically feel it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSlowly, you glanced over and sure enough—Aang was staring. Not openly enough for others to notice but enough for you to notice. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh dear spirits, you always notice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJudging by the way Aang had gone very still across the plaza, you deemed your plan was working.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hid your smile behind the rim of your drink, pretending to listen as the guy beside you kept talking—yapping. You can give it to him—he was nice—but he was too obvious with his interest for her but then again, useful.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“—so I’ve been coming to this festival every year.” He was saying.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Really now?” You replied, tilting your head as you let your voice soften a bit. “That’s adorable.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t miss the way he lit up at that.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOr the way Aang’s posture stiffened in the distance.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPerfect.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed again and this time, you let your hand brush the stranger’s arm for just a second.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Aang.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I’m not going over there.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka snorted. “You’ve been saying that for the past two minutes.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang glared, rubbing his temples as he turned around. “I’m fine.” He said flatly as he felt something twisting tight in his chest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You need to breathe.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I am breathing.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You look like you’re about to start a new war.” Aang didn’t respond after that because you laughed again and this time—you didn’t look at him at all.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething low and unsettled stirred under his ribs—something he didn’t like, something he didn’t recognize in himself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe trusts you, of course he does. But that was the problem. He knew you were an extrovert, just as extroverted as he is, but watching someone else have your attention—your laughter—made something stir inside his guts.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe watched as you both locked eyes, his own narrowing as if saying to not start with him making you smirk and look back at the guy you were talking to.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“She’s doing it on purpose.” He said firmly, eyes not leaving her back as he tilted his head with this intense stare. “Why?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka glanced at him as he leaned back against the chair with a cup in hand. “Because she knows you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat didn’t help him, if anything—it made it worse. You knew exactly what this would do to him and you were still doing it anyway.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust as he glanced back at her, the guy placed his hand on something that was his. You. And before Aang could think, he was already moving. 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou felt him before you saw him. The small cold shift in the air, the grounding presence, that pull. And yet you don’t turn to look at him as you smiled.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Care to join me for a walk?” The guy asked, trying to be as polite as possible as his hands betrayed him and held her lower back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, a bit coldly but tried to keep it natural as you shook your head and chuckled. “No thanks, my boyfriend is on the way.” You said and just in time you turned around and met a broad chest. Aang’s chest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed as you felt his hands, much bigger than yours, held your lower back and looked at the guy with quiet authority and dominance. The guy shrank upon realizing whose girlfriend he as hitting on as Aang stared him down.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAs he and the guy had a staring contest, you gulped as you didn’t move from your spot, your mind racing as you can smell the masculine perfume on his chest as he pulled you closer. You were much smaller than him, probably only the same height as Katara, and that did wonders to your mind.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis hand held yours softly but you knew he was at his limit when you felt his eyes bore into yours as you looked around smiling innocently. His eyes were on you—once that held softness now gone in a blink.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He said as he gave the bartender your unfinished beer back for you. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, tilting your head and feigning innocence. “I was! He had lots of interesting stories.” You said giggling as you looked up at him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang hummed as he listened to you ramble, his eyes trailing down your neck to your lips. Oh he wasn’t listening anymore. His mind is occupied with things on how he’s going to deal with you, how he’s going to put discipline into that innocent mind of yours.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou knew he was planning something in his mind and that only made you more determined to push him further.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” He said, his voice low with no hesitation. You smiled lightly, slow and deliberate. “Yeah.” You respond with no hesitation.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeside you, the poor guy who had unknowingly been pulled into this shifted awkwardly, glancing between the two of you as if only just realizing he had stepped into something far too heavy for him to understand completely.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe I should—”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Go.” Aang said, his eyes never leaving yours as he only glanced up for a moment with the look of coldness in his eyes—and that made the tension sharpen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe guy scrambled to his feet, smiling and bidding the two goodbye and have a great festival. He slipped away quickly and ran to the crowd, leaving behind a space that suddenly felt too small despite the noise surrounding them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow that you two were alone, you felt him pull you away from the food stall and towards Appa. He didn’t say anything—and that made you nervous. Nervously excited.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou and him flew away from the festival with him on Appa’s head. You gulped as you stared at him, his broad back lingering in your mind as you imagined your nails trailing on his back–

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re jealous.” The words left your lips, touched with that same careless amusement you’d been wearing all night as if this were still a game that you could dip in and out of whenever you pleased.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang didn’t reply but could feel the shift in the air as he adjusted the way he sat as he descended from the skies and landed perfectly on their house.  He looked at you, eyes never wavering as he jumped down from Appa and helped you. “Yeah.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe admission came low, unguarded, settling between you with a weight that made something in your chest tighten before you could stop it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a second, it stole the breath right out of you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you recovered quickly—of course you did.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour lips curved, slow and deliberate, that familiar spark of mischief slipping back into place as you tilted your head, letting your gaze drag just slightly across his face.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Good.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou expected something—anything.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA protest. A sigh. That quiet, patient disappointment he sometimes slipped into when you pushed too far.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤInstead, Aang stepped forward.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot abruptly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot emotionally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut with a kind of controlled intention that made the movement feel heavier than it should have. Measured and certain.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd suddenly, the space between you—the one you had been playing within, stretching, controlling was gone.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis voice was lower now, stripped of its usual softness, grounded in something that didn’t bend around you the way it normally did. It settled into you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour pulse stuttered. Still, you held your expression, lifting your chin just slightly, refusing to give up the upper hand you’d been clinging to all night.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe,” you replied. The word came out lighter than you felt.

Aang’s gaze didn’t flicker. Not even for a second.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted me to get jealous,” he continued, his tone even, almost thoughtful—but there was something coiled beneath it now, something restrained, something aware, “so you flirt with someone else right in front of me.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt wasn’t a question. And that—more than anything—made your breath catch. Because he wasn’t guessing, he knew.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed, barely noticeable, and forced your shoulders into a loose shrug. “It worked, didn’t it?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a moment, nothing changed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThen Aang exhaled—slow, quiet, like he was letting something settle rather than pushing it away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd then his hand moved. You didn’t even realize it until his fingers closed around your wrist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWarm.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFirm.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤUnyielding.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot rough—not even close—but anchored. Like he wasn’t going to let you slip out of this one.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Yeah,” he said. “It did.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe contact sent a sharp, unexpected awareness up your arm, settling somewhere deeper than you were prepared for.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath hitched—soft, involuntary—and he noticed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOf course he did.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBecause his grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of it. Of him. Of how easily he could hold your attention now the same way you’d been pulling his all night.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You like pushing me,” Aang said, quieter now. His thumb shifted faintly against your wrist—slow, deliberate, not absent-minded in the slightest. “Seeing how far you can go.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour heartbeat stumbled, but you lifted your chin anyway, meeting his gaze head-on, refusing to let the shift unsettle you—not completely. “And you like pretending nothing gets to you,” you shot back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a brief moment—so quick most people wouldn’t have caught it—something flickered in his expression. Not irritation. Not anger.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething sharper. Something that looked almost like… recognition.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Careful,” he murmured.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe word wasn’t raised, wasn’t harsh, but it landed heavier than anything else he’d said.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath caught again, traitorously, your pulse quickening in a way that had nothing to do with the festival anymore. His head tilted with unamused eyes as he looked down at you with authority—one that commanded you to test him now that he was in front of him—challenged you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted a reaction,” he continued, his voice low and tempting—filled with the desire to push you up against the wall—as he stepped closer—not invading nor forcing, just closing the space with quiet certainty.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis finger held your chin, lifting your head to let your shocked and flustered eyes meet his pent up ones. His thumb grazing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a look that you—yourself—don’t even know what you signed up for. “Don’t act surprised when you get one.” He said as he leaned down.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis breath was hot against yours as he looked at him with amusement at how you groveled when he stared down at you. “Because I’m afraid you might not be able to take it, my sweet mist.” He whispered against her lips and pulled away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBefore he could step away to their room, you looked at him—annoyed yet so beautiful—as your hands fisted on your sides. “Well aren’t you a coward.” You said, making him stop in his steps.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBingo.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou chuckled slowly as you stared at his back, eyes brimming with amusement and need but held a frown when he pulled away, still holding himself back. “If I couldn’t take it, I wouldn’t even start talking with that guy.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe tension shifted again—less sharp, more real. You walked to him as your hand pressed faintly into his chest without you realizing, grounding yourself against him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“…Then show me,” you murmured, your voice as defiant as you looked as you frowned and looked at him. “Show me how you lose composure or I’ll unravel you myself.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat was it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang looked at you, chuckling slowly at the audacity of how you could be such a brat. His hand caught hers and the other held her jaw, eyes dark with no mercy. His thumb grazed your bottom lip—your breath hitched while your heart raced against your chest, unable to process how he looked at her..

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You better take it like a good girl.”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou once thought that Aang wouldn’t be a rough fucker since whenever you two make love, he was always loving—careful even—but not until he had you on a mean mating press with your legs locked on his shoulders as he pinned your hands above your head.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“There we go, take it baby.” He said, smiling darkly as he pushed inside you so carefully—so hauntingly that you could feel every pulse of his erection.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely even had time to react when he suddenly thrusts inside with full force and spirits does it make you feel so full.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour cries echoed the room as he held you down on the mattress, his body crushing you under him as you could only cry and arch your back. “Aang! Go slowly!” You moaned, whimpering loudly when he thrusts inside once more.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You told me you’ll take it, remember baby?” He taunted, chuckling loudly as his pace got faster—harder—as the bed creaked at every move he made.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis weight pressed her into the sheets as his hands roamed possessively over your body—waist, hips, thighs—before  setting firmly against the bare skin of her back. Your back arched, eyes closed as you let out a shaky moan while he leaned down and kissed your neck.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Such a good girl.” His breath whispered against your skin, smiling as he unraveled you—slowly. He dragged his tongue down to your collarbone, sucking your neck just enough to leave a mark.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang’s grip on her wrists tightened as he looked at you. You panted as your eyes showed submission as you whimpered when he thrusted back in. His mind wandered off, thinking of how he always—always—wanted to go rough on you.But he was nice—that nice golden retriever avatar everyone loved—he didn’t dislike the idea just skeptical of how you’ll react.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd now that he has you underneath him—begging and whining for him and his cock—why in the world would he stop now?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely had the time to gasp before he pulled out. Your heart racing but confusion etched your face as you looked up at him. “Why did you stop?” You asked, holding his arm while your glossy eyes looked up at him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh how your eyes begged for him to ruin you. How you looked at him with want. A need to be satisfied. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. No, He wouldn’t be satisfied with you only coming on his fingers earlier.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Would that gentleman fuck you this good baby hm?” Aang said with his head tilted and pushed you back onto the mattress again, throwing you around so you laid on your stomach. He pulled you up on all fours while facing the mirror at the end of the bed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd dear Gods, does he love the look of confusion and submission when he sees you through that mirror. He chuckled, spreading your ass before delivering a mean smack on your ass making you cry out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried—shocked—but the way your walls clenched in thin air made him smile at you and pull your hair up so you looked at yourself. “Look at yourself baby.” He whispered as he leaned down while looking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Look at how much of a wreck you are.” Your eye widens and let out a loud whimper when he suddenly pushed in. He could’ve given you a warning, but he knew you would’ve liked it better if he didn’t.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts got meaner and meaner. Pulling your head back as he made you look at yourself in the mirror crying for him. “Would that man satisfy you as much as I do?” He whispered again, groaning.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe had never seen you this beautiful. So wrecked, so fucked, so wet. But he was far from done.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried when he bit your bare shoulder, his other hand slid down between your legs. His fingers trailed on your inner thigh, your juices cleaned his fingers as you moaned. “Aang please–!” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts stops as his head lifted up, his eyes glowing a faint blue hue. He lifted his hand, humming in reply as he sucked on his fingers. “Please let me cum.” You begged, tired of him denying you of your release.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Have you learned your place?” He asked gently, his hand holding your jaw as he made you look at the mirror, eyes dark with intent as he kissed the side of your ear. “Do you know who do you belong to now?” He asked.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou who started the ‘make Aang jealous and lose his composure’ was rendered speechless. You never knew how this man—the same gentle and patient man—was being this dominating. You wouldn’t even know how he always wanted to fuck you this bad.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA thrust woke you up from your day dream making you cry out a moan as he continues holding you. “Do you baby?” He whispered again as he looked at you waiting like a predator for its prey.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou gulped, feeling his hand slowly etched around your numb clit—whining and head falling onto the mattress until he pulled it back up with a mean thrust. “You!” You cried. “I belong to you!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang chuckled, dark and breathless as he felt your body tense against him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he nipped at her ear, his teeth grazing the shella s he whispered, “Good girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe released the hand that held your hair, slowly threading through your hair to your neck and held you, making you cry but loved it so much that you managed to push your hips back again as if signalling him to thrust again making he groan with a satisfied smile.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat night, you couldn’t argue. And most importantly–

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou learned that night that even the Avatar—a strong man with patience—can also lose composure in desire.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤHi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Jealous Type Series!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThank you all for the love, support, and feedback for the series and I sure hope you'll enjoy the next chapter!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut I know when I can, I'll be sure to update the Series with more characters when I can ;)

♡ Satoru Gojo as your yandere father ♡ :

[ how it started ]

It all began on the unfortunate day of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo's ‘break-up’ or as the higher-ups like to call it, ‘separation’. Of course, people like them didn't particularly care; they were the higher-ups, they only cared about looking for more people to turn into tools.

A few weeks after this event, Shoko Ieiri—one of his friends—suggested he go out for some fresh air. He looked like a dead corpse walking. And for someone that had inherited the Gojo clan, the six eyes and limitless—it was not a good look.

Ultimately, he heeds his friend's advice and goes outside for a simple stroll, trying to think of something—anything that didn't involve a certain person named Suguru Geto. In his absentminded stroll, he encounters you. A two month old baby with white hair and blue eyes, just like him.

He doesn't think before practically bursting into the adoption center, requesting—demanding—to adopt you. To get you and make sure you live a happy and healthy life as his child.

Eventually, he adopts you. Of course, there were some pesky insects wanting you, too. But he pulled some strings and got you without a hitch. Admittedly, the adoption took long, far too long. You were almost three months by now! He missed a whole month of watching you grow up. Oh… how he wanted to slaughter everyone in that adoption center for delaying his time with his precious child.

But he doesn't, he was still fairly new at being your father, and didn't want you to get taken away from him immediately. Still, there were some murders here and there… but nothing too extreme.

Besides, it was for his child. For his beloved baby. For you. That should be enough to excuse the extermination of those vermin trying to steal you away from him. Shouldn't it?

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[ how he raised you ]

The thought of what he had done, of the responsibility he had just made; came to him like a slap to the face.

He had adopted a child. A three month old baby that required so much attention and care—something he couldn't give. He was busy, he was the strongest, the honored one, he didn't have time for you. He couldn't have time for you.

But as the head of the Gojo clan, he had access to whatever nanny, babysitter or wet nurse he needed. So of course he looks for someone experienced, someone who had dealt with babies before and knew what to do.

But it doesn't work. None of them were what he wanted, none of them could raise you perfectly like the royalty you were. You were his successor, for god's sake. You needed to be treated nicely. Not like you were just another baby.

So he killed them all. They weren't good enough for you. They kept thinking you were some regular child and not the Satoru Gojo's beloved and cherished baby. More strings are pulled to keep these murders a secret—though the higher-ups know; they can't do anything. It's Satoru Gojo, after all. If they try to mess with him or his daughter, their fate might just end up being the same as those nannies.

In the end, the only one who has access to you, who takes care of you, who raises you is Satoru Gojo himself. Taking care of a baby is difficult, he must admit. But with his six eyes—the same six eyes that make him good at everything he does—raising you goes without a hitch.

He spoils you rotten. Anything you want, you get. Your gaze lingers on some toy for a little too long? Don't worry, it's already yours. A dress you want? It's yours. His attention? Yours. His care? Yours. His heart and everything he once owned? It's all yours.

Because he loves seeing you light up and beam at him with a cute little smile, saying; “Thank you, daddy!” It just makes him feel so proud.

Others advise him and tell him that he shouldn't, he shouldn't be caring for you like this. You might turn out spoiled and bratty and insufferable. But Gojo doesn't care. He's simply providing for his daughter, isn't that what a father does?

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[ how you grow up ]

“Why don't I have a mother?” The question from you makes Gojo freeze for a full moment. You stare curiously, you've never seen you father like this before. Eventually, he answers; “That’s because you don't need one. You have me. That's all you'll need.”

As an infant, you're quiet, well-behaved and clingy. It's the part your father adores about you the most. How dependent you are on him, how you can never seem to let him go, how you always want him, how you always want to be carried by him. And once you are, you become so happy it simply warms Gojo's heart. He loves it. He loves you. He wishes this could last forever.

Then at around 10 months, you say it, your first word. It's “Papa!” an excited little squeal from you that makes Gojo freeze before picking you up and showering you with affection. He can only persist for you to say it again. It works… mostly.

As a toddler, you're just as energetic and cheerful as him—curious, playful and wanting to explore the unknowns of the world. Of course, that'd be too dangerous for someone as small as you. So he doesn't let you go outside—he doesn't let you go anywhere, actually.

And as you start growing up more, Gojo slowly but surely relents on his possessive behavior and lets you do normal things. Going to school, playing in the park, grocery shopping with your father. All those little things that make normalcy.

But, then you start straying from him. People from the outside world planting dangerous and unsafe ideas in your head.

It starts off with a simple question from you, you were only eight at the time. Curious and naïve about the world. Who didn't know anything about the dangers of the true world, who didn't know how people were practically frothing at the mouth to kill you, to harm you. To do something to you.

You gaze at your father again, confused and hurt and curious all at once. “But all my friends have one… they say it's weird I don't.”

Gojo tilts his head, a laugh escaping his lips. But it doesn't sound amused nor does it sound happy. “Oh?” The word echoed loudly in the deafening silence of the room. “You trust your little friends more than me? Your own father?”

You shake your head as a no—guilt overcoming whatever curiosity you had before. But Gojo gets up, presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and whispers to you affectionately; “Don't worry sweetheart, I'll handle it.”

The words should comfort you, they always did. Yet, this time around—you could feel some sort of unease in your gut that made your stomach churn.

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[ how he 'handled' it ]

After that encounter with your father, things remain normal. Far too normal. Normal enough that you start thinking maybe, just maybe—nothing would go wrong. Nothing bad would actually happen. That was until you suddenly got sick.

A normal, simple fever at first, you thought. Even Gojo looked calm about it—relieved, even—so you didn't think much of it. A whole month passed, yet that 'fever' never went away. So, your adoring father takes you to the doctor. The best one in the whole country—his child deserves the best, after all.

After some tests and a lengthy diagnosis; it's revealed that you have solar urticaria. A rare skin disease where the individual is allergic to the sun in such an extreme sense that they can die from the UV rays.

Gojo is devastated to hear this news. It means his child won't be able to go out anymore, it means he'll have to take care of his child again, it means his child won't stray from him again, it means his child will be isolated and the only person you'll see will be him. Ah, what a dream ♡. He can't help but think.

He doesn't show his excitement to you. He never would. Instead he takes you back home with a somber expression on his face—clearly just as sad as you were.

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[ how he takes care of you ]

The devastation of this saddening news doesn't stop him from taking care of you. He feeds you your meals, dresses you up, bathes you—does whatever you need to do. You're his loved daughter, after all. Would he even be a father if he didn't take care of you like this?

It makes you wonder how in such… struggling times, your father is still so happy. At first, you assume he's being strong for you. So that you don't feel sad, so that you're not angry or whatever. Your assumption turns out to be wrong.

On one rainy night, while Gojo assumes you're sleeping; you hear it. An admission from Gojo, you don't hear much. But you realize that this was all staged; your diagnosis, your condition, your health. Everything was fake to keep you close to him. So that you kept depending on him. Like how you once did as an infant.

The realization makes you almost scream in horror. Your loving, amazing father was purposely drugging you and keeping you sick? It felt as if your whole world had tilted.

But you pretend. Pretend nothing's wrong. Pretend you still love your father and aren't having this growing resentment in your chest.

Pretend.

Pretend.

Pretend.

That was all you did now.

But then—

It happened.

That one fateful day where Gojo had to leave. “Urgent work.” he said. “Behave while I'm gone, okay?”

You nod obediently, smiling reassurly as you watch him leave. You weren't stupid. You knew what this was. This was the huge battle against the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna—and you couldn't help but hope your father died in it.

You plan to leave. To escape. To run from this wretched place and never come back. The gates were right there—unlocked and waiting for you to step out of them. Gojo was dead. You had been told by the higher-ups, and who could deny their authority except your father himself?

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[ how your plan is interfered with ]

Yet, the moment you took a single step outside of the Gojo estate, he was there. Smiling and happy like he hadn't just survived a war.

You could only step back in fear and panic as he smiles—a genuine smile. “Were you waiting for me?” he says, hugging you gently. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

It was then you realized that you could never escape your father.

You would be his.

And he would be yours.

Forever ♡.

Author's Note: this took me so long. but dw there will be a part 2 for this gorgeous and handsome man, im planning to expand more on how reader being Gojo's child affects everyone, especially his students and also how he makes reader immortal js like him. js hoping I didn't mischaracterize him xoxo.

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