#dark gojo

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader -College AU

word count: 6.6k

Synopsis: You’ve always had a hard time standing up for yourself. Your new roommate loves that about you.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, slight exhibitionism, forced voyeurism(?), non-con, gojo being a freak)

It was a clerical error. 

Gojo Satoru wasn’t supposed to have a roommate because he was Gojo Satoru. The apartment was specifically his, as most things were. 

You were a mistake. 

The administration apologized to you both. They’d fix it in no time, they promised. This would only last a month before you’d move to your permanent residence. 

You didn’t mind the error. His apartment was large and expansive, and you’d already unpacked your stuff. The plan was to keep you there until everybody settled in for the semester, and then they could swap you out to an empty room. 

Gojo didn’t seem to mind too much either. You assumed he’d be a bit more irritated with the situation, but his lax nature was a pleasant surprise. You wouldn’t necessarily call the two of you close, but you weren’t on bad terms either. 

Positive, is the better word. Not exactly neutral, but not too friendly either. You existed on the edges of each other's peripherals, and you were pretty happy with that. Gojo wasn’t a bad roommate either. He kept the apartment mostly clean and didn’t leave any food out. You thought you’d have to deal with loud parties; he seemed like the type, but the tiny circle he gravitated towards never overstayed its welcome. 

The only issue was the music. 

TW : MDNI, 18+, Dark romance, mentions of suicide, serial killer, death (of side characters), morally grey characters, stalking, yandere,

Part 1. Part 2 is —> here

You work the suicide prevention hotline from 10 PM to 6 AM, which is exactly as depressing as it sounds. You’ve talked down jumpers, talked through overdoses, talked people out of garages with cars running. You’re good at it… great, even.

It’s 2 AM on a Thursday and you’re three hours into your shift.

“Suicide prevention hotline, this is (name). How can I help you-“

“I killed someone tonight,” a male voice says.

You sit up straighter. “Okay. Can you tell me your name?”

“Let’s go with… Satoru.” He sounds young. Maybe late twenties. “And before you ask, no, I’m not suicidal. I’m just bored and you guys are the only thing open at 3 AM that isn’t a Denny’s.”

Great. A prank call. You shouldn’t engage. This is clearly someone fucking with you, trying to get a reaction.

“Sir, This line is for people in crisis…”

“I am in crisis. I have blood under my fingernails and I can’t decide if I should get McDonald’s or Taco Bell. That’s a crisis.”

You should transfer this call to 911 or flag it. Why are you engaging?

“You said you killed someone,” you ask.

“Businessman. Late fifties. Was embezzling from a children’s cancer charity.” Satoru sounds like he’s smiling. “Someone paid me to make him disappear. So I did. Made it look like a heart attack. Very clean.”

“You’re confessing to murder.”

“I’m confessing to pest control.” He yawns

You’re legally obligated to report this. But something stops you… maybe the way he sounds so calm, so certain. Like he genuinely believes he did the world a favor.

“the body?” you ask.

“Nice try, officer. But I’m not stupid.” He laughs. “God, you’re actually engaging with this. Most people would’ve hung up by now.”

“Most people are boring.”

“Exactly” He sounds delighted. “See, I knew you’d get it. You’ve got that voice… like you’ve seen some shit. Like you understand.”

You shouldn’t encourage this. You really, really shouldn’t.

“Tell me about the businessman,” you say.

He does. In detail. The surveillance, the planning, the execution.

You’re not horrified. You’re interested.

thinking about clan heir!satoru who's been in love with you since highschool but now the gojo clan decided you'd be the perfect incubator for their next gen of sorcerers. moments before graduation. you're young, of age, just perfect.

he can't take the idea of every gojo heir having a go at your sweet pussy he's dreamt off every time he caught a glimpse of your panties under that uniform skirt you made so pretty — solution?

if he keeps you full of him, his family won't stand a chance yeah?

you didn't even know what the clan was planning 'till you were trapped against your dorm bed. goodbye one final, peaceful night after grad, hello shaky knees, teary eyes and your virgin pussy so full of cock you could barely breathe.

"satoru, toru, toru please please—"

you tasted the sheets as he shoved your head further. smearing your perfect makeup and tears alike. an endless barrage of thrusts splitting you open.

"toru stop, don't wanna,"

"don't wanna what? don't want my babies?"

he grinned above you. deranged and disturbed. it's not his fault. it's his clan's. it's yours. for being so desirable.

he shoved harsh against your ass. loud, lewd clapping echoing through your dorm and drowning out your cries. your fingers coiled on the sheets. he still held your hair. still hushed you.

"doing this for you baby. for us. can't have this perfect pussy bred by anyone else. gotta be me —" he whined, limping over you and pistoning at an alarming, maddening pace.

"saving you, saving this pussy. so hurry up and—" a gasp tore from him. he twitched and filled you up with another white, hot round.

collapsing, he desperately humped and fucked his seed in further. eyes rolling back as he pictured how it spilled around your quivering thighs.

"hurry up..." he growled into your ear. "and get knocked up for me, madam gojo."

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Synopsis: You were determined to succeed, to be greater than your circumstances. And nothing could get in your way. When your eyes are set on the rich and powerful Satoru Gojo, you'll go to any lengths to make him yours. But maybe he's more willing to be used than you thought...

Content warnings: Yandere reader x frat!Gojo. Stalking, jealousy, hints of undercover nerdjo, spoilers but yandere!Gojo too, manipulative behaviour, probably badly proofread, first tumblr fic, WC 9.5 K Inspired by a tiktok from @/ppc1ouds so credit to her. Posting this now, and i'll proofread again and edit later.

Survival was all that mattered to you.

Something you craved, needed,  desired everyday.

Life had not been the easiest for you. Born from a mother who knew love as cutting a limb and a father who didn't care at the blood on the floor, you quickly grew a distaste for that world. A world in which a wife could sacrifice everything for a husband who viewed her as nothing more than a kitchen rag. To you, love was something to trick women into falling and staying for men who viewed them as servants. And every day he breathed, you plotted. You saved. You worked. To make sure your mother's fate would never reach you.

The day you left your home for college, your father wrapped you in his arms. His sweet, smart girl. So much like him, he'd say. Sweet and kind and such a good daughter.

What he really meant was submissive like your mother.

Which you vowed you'd never be.

You loved her dearly. A kind woman taken advantage of by a cruel man. But part of you, a small loathsome part, would resent her for never leaving. For not having the strength to put herself and kids first. You won't make that mistake.

You stepped into college, set on your path to be a lawyer. A career that would guarantee money and stability. Of course, you could pick medicine or engineering or something software, but there was some sick thrill in winning. In twisting your words to get someone to squirm, the sick power thrill. 

But if anyone ever asked, you just wanted to make the world a better place!

Each hour in the morning you worked. Each night you'd party away with anyone you could find, carefully making sure to never get too drunk, but also making sure to butter people enough to think they could trust you. To like you enough. You were top of your classes, surrounded by friends, adored and loved.

But it wasn't enough.

See, in the world of law connections were key. And you had made so many! But so many doors were closed, doors only unlocked by a wealth and power a working class girl like you could never touch. The answer was clear. If you couldn't open them, you would find someone who could.

In your eyes, men were simple enough. Find the richest one and milk them for their money. To you, it was hardly a sin. If they wanted you for your beauty and body, why should you be villainised for wanting their money and connections?

While it irritated you greatly to involve someone else in your plans, you reasoned it would only be for a few years at most.

So you turned your eyes on the richest in JJK college. 

Satoru Gojo.

There wasn't a corner of the school his name didn't wander, not only cause his father funded half of it but his reputation lingered in the halls. Whether it be his money, womanising ways or his wild parties, everyone knew of him. He was the hardest target you could find. Someone everyone simultaneously wanted and loathed. The only person who managed to beat you in your classes without ever showing up. He was the sun the rest of the school orbited, and he knew it quite well. There was no one you despised more,

But there wasn't a challenge you would back down from.

Hatred is only a thin line away from l̶o̶v̶e̶  passion.

You hatched a plan, to snatch him up to be yours. With his name, you’d succeed in your field enough to never need anyone ever again. Hours of reddit scrolling, making accounts to be on the male side of social media, hours of podcasts and you finally grasped an idea on the male mind

Cute and innocent. Soft and shy, but not in a prude way. Shy in a coquetteish way. The right amount of meanness and flirting. Don't give it up too quickly, but don't deprive them forever!

These rules made you sick to your stomach. 

You had the social capital , and you were not blind to your beauty. Snagging him shouldn't be impossible. Keeping him will be the challenge.

The plan was simple

Get close to his friends

Enough so that your name would be in conversation casually. He would recognise it enough from stories and anecdotes. Plus, you could discreetly get more information to lure him in.

Get invited to a frat party

You wouldn't need an invite to attend, but going with one of his friends would ping you on his radar. Just enough for him to saunter to you  first instead of his usual girls.

Flirt with him

Be shy and sweet and a little mean. To make him think of you as a challenge, but also to be charmed enough to want ‘fix’ your disinterest.

Show up everywhere

Suddenly you're everywhere? He can’t imagine a life without you. Classes? Next to him. Parties? Always lurking around. Every place he frequented you would be there. You'd slowly increase the frequency enough to not get suspicious.

Ghost him.

Your absence leaves a void. He's craving you, seeking you out.

Get with another guy

Another guy? Hurt his ego. Make him believe no man could ever beat him. Make him believe he needs you.

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Step 1 required the most time.

First, Gojo was very popular, so you would have to narrow down what counted as close enough of a friend to infiltrate his circle. You could start with a frat brother, but that runs the risk of that brother potentially falling for you and suddenly being off limits because of ‘bro code.’

Female friends were risky too, just in case they harboured feelings for him and could possibly sabotage you.

Your best bet? Shoko and Geto.

One, you and Shoko were already friends, plus she was a lesbian. Two, Suguru was the closest to Gojo, and the mention of your name from him had the best chance of sticking in Gojo’s brain.

Shoko wasn’t a frat brother, nor a frat sweetheart. You struggle to figure out what her connection is. It has to be something in common with Satoru outside of the frat that you could exploit. The problem was that she was crazy perceptive, more so than Suguru. Where he observes she calculates. Where he reasons she deduces. She was your biggest asset and threat. She could see you from a mile away if she bothered.

It was a good thing she was already your best friend.

Coming clean about your plan was the only smart move. She seemed mostly entertained, not caring enough about either party to intervene.

“This is insane.”

“I need him, he's my ticket out of here,”

And she sighs, knowing how bad your home was. Knowing you were on a scholarship, that meals were tight, that you often skipped meals cause you couldn't afford anything. And while Gojo was her friend, she reasoned this probably wouldn't last long anyways, he rarely stuck with one woman, so it couldn't cause too much harm. Granted, she didn’t know the extent of your obsession.

From her, you learnt that Gojo was an astrophysics student and Suguru studied politics. Through hours of browsing public cameras (yes, somehow accessible for free by the public) you roughly gathered when Gojo would arrive and leave campus along with Suguru. WIth Satoru he was a wildcard, opting on attending class based on mood rather than any real pattern. You know this based on the detailed tracking you did that showed no pattern, except that he often hung around Suguru. So it'd be easier to track Suguru's movements instead.

From Suguru, you could deduce his exact schedule from the timings, which building he went to, and a couple of chance encounters in the hallways. 

You’d sit in your usual spot, a small nook under a tree too close to the bin for most people, and observed when Gojo would tag along. Morning classes? Usually no. Evening ones? Also no. The brief golden period was in the afternoon, when he just woke up from a hangover and dragged himself for some campus coffee or to bother Suguru. 

Putting both these together, you made sure to always be there when Suguru was. His favourite coffee shop? In the corner. Lecture finished? You’re already in that hallway passing him by. Studying in the library? You were across the table on the other end.

And if Gojo happened to be tagging along? Even better.

After making your presence known enough to be familiar, you moved on to the next part. Suguru studied politics, and coincidentally you needed to take political science too. This time actually was a lucky coincidence, one you wouldn't let slide.

From taking a seat next to him when the rest were taken, to being paid with him for projects and group discussions, you quickly made an impression on him. A genuine friendship blossomed between you two, making part of you upset that Suguru couldn't be as rich as Gojo. It'd be far easier to date someone actually intelligent.

With some gentle prodding, and careful work, you could pry bits of information about his best friend. Things like how his parents forced him to take finance classes like Accountancy to prepare him for the family business, how obsessed he secretly was with digimon, how he wore glasses alone so no one would make fun of him.

You could keep waiting and plotting, but it was time to finally make your move.

 You almost felt bad using Suguru to get to his best friend. Almost.

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Wearing your nerdiest clothes, messing your hair up enough and skipping concealer you headed to your seat next to him. 

“Woah, rough night?” he smirked, raising his brow a little. Everyone knew you were smart, but now it looked like you were locked inside the library and decided to sleep in your textbooks instead.

“Yeah, trying to stay ahead you know?” you reply with a soft sigh. It wasn't exactly wrong, but you were smart enough to be able to balance your studies without suffering this much.

“You look like a wreck.”

“Thanks.”

“No genuinely, you need a break.”

You roll your eyes.

“I mean it, look there's a party at my frat next week. You should come”

“I dont know Suguru, i probably wont even know anyone there”

“Relax, I got you. Just stick with me. It's about time you stopped wasting your college experience”

And with practiced reluctance, you sighed and agreed. Bingo.

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Piles of clothes on the floor, makeup all over your floors and your hair tools tangled in a dangerous mess on the floor (eh, you doubt it'll catch on fire ) and you're finally ready. A cute going out top that made your cleavage pop in all the right ways and some low rise jeans (and just in case you bend down a peak at your cute tho-) was what you decided on.

With the carefully practised strut (a swish of the hips and shoulders back in each step) you headed to the frat, dropping a quick message to Suguru you were here. 

As soon as you stepped inside, he was there with a welcoming smile plastered over his lips. 

“You actually made it!” 

“All the textbooks made my head spin.”  

And with a small laugh, he guided you into the party. It was already packed, loud music blasting and red cups everywhere. You could see a couple of guys playing beer pong in the corner, someone doing a keg stand, some girls flirting with the frat guys.

And there he was. 

Surrounded by women and frat boys alike. Like a spotlight on him. All eyes drawn to him. Not in an obvious way. But in a way where their gazes would flick to his periodically without even realising. Almost subconsciously seeking guidance on how to act, what to do, how to have fun. Seeking his approval. Since he was so rich, being friends with him was key to being invited to the craziest events. 

You give him only a quick glance, forcing your eyes away. If you stared too long, he could catch your interest. And to men, reeking of desperation turned them off greatly. You had a feeling it would only amuse him enough to laugh and dismiss you like everyone else.

You couldn't go to him. He had to come to you.

But that would take time, so you enjoyed the rest of the party. Talking with Suguru. Drinking games with Shoko and Toji. Dancing with Utahime. 

You could feel something on your neck, someone's interested gaze following you like a moth to the flame. No matter how strong the urge, you wouldn't look up and entertain it. 

You peeled away from your friends to grab a drink from the kitchen, surprisingly empty at the moment. Most people were outside now where some frat guys were doing some dares. With your back to the door, you poured a drink.

“Come here often?” You hear that smooth voice behind you, the voice you'd been craving all night. For a second, you don't even hear what he says, too caught up on the overwhelming victory you felt . God, men really are so easy and-

“Wait what? That's your pick up line? Really?” You blurt out, turning around to face Gojo himself. Suave and flirty out the window. Really? A guy who sleeps with any woman he wants and he leads with that?

“Maybe I didn’t want to waste a good one on you.” He smirks, bouncing back quickly.

“Wow, I don't fit your strict rules then? A pity.” You reply in a dry tone.

“Give me a name and i’ll let you know”

And with a deadpan reply of your name, a hint of recognition passes his eyes. Seems step 1 was more useful than you thought. 

“Ah, Suguru's little philosophy buddy. He mentioned you.”

“All terrible things I hope?”

“Oh just the worst,” he grins, "Shouldn't you be glued to his side?”

“People think you two are dating, shouldn't I be asking you the same?”

He chuckles, “Fair enough. If I were him, I wouldn't let a pretty girl like you leave my side.”

“Does that mean I’ve earnt a better line?”

“Jurys out on that one.”

“So you basically can’t think of any then?”

Gojo pauses to think, before letting out the most devious grin. “Damn girl, you shit with that ass?”

“Gross, I'm constipated and now offended. Thanks”

“Hey girl, you have all your shots? Because the government is mandating I put something inside you.”

“I'm anti vaccine.” 

“Are you my pinky toe? Cause I’m gonna bang you on every piece of furniture.”

“How perverse.”

He laughs, "seriously, you've gotta give me something at least.”

“With all your talk of getting girls, I really thought you wouldn't be this boring.” Was that too much? Too mean? Would he be too offended and the entire plan spoiled and all that effort lost and-

He bursts out laughing. “Suguru said you were so sweet?”

“Suguru’s easier to be nice to.”

And to your relief, he just seemed amused. His gaze lingered longer, something unreadable in his eyes. Before he could reply, a far too drunk guy bumped into his back and you saw your opportunity. Stepping just in front enough, his drink spilled all over your top when he stumbled forward, soaking it in alcohol. It was a light coloured going out top you'd thrifted, so not a huge loss. But it was light enough that the alcohol soaked the top enough to be sheer, showing your lacy red bra underneath. With a slurred apology the guy swayed back to where he game from, leaving you two alone again.

“Shit, my bad princess.” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes roaming your soaked top with barely concealed hunger before he had the decency to pry his gaze away.

“Princess?” You groaned. Lack of creativity seemed to be a common theme for him.

“Darling?”

“You’re not British."

“Love?”

“Already? We’re moving so fast!”

“Peaches?”

“I’ll desecrate you.”

“We’ll workshop it,” he grins with a simmering guilt in his eyes. Whether it was for soaking your shirt or leering at it too obviously you weren't too sure. Either way, you had to capitalise on it.

With a soft, irritated sigh you stare at the top, trying to play up how put out you were. Gaining sympathy points for your night being ruined.

“Look, my bad , okay? Let’s just go upstairs and I’ll grab you a shirt or something.”

“At least buy a girl dinner first.”

He snorts “Cant blame you for that, at least let me offer up my hoodie then.”

And without even waiting for a response, he plops his hoodie onto your shoulders. This was working too well. Now you had an opportunity to speak to him again to return his hoodie. Or better yet, for him to seek you out to get it back. And if you're lucky, appeal to his possessiveness in seeing you wear something of his.

“Really? Oh… thank you. ” You reply with reluctance and a softening tone. Lashes batted a little more and eyes a little wider. Just to make him think he had somehow cracked your view of him, reached a level of vulnerability making you seem closer to him than before. The perfect sweet girl to be tamed.

His gaze lingers again, like he was waiting for something. Or maybe like he was deciding whether or not to say anything. 

By the way he deflated, it seemed he decided not to.

With a glance at the design, you noticed the Digimon logo. Perfect!

“Oh Digimon? That's cute, kinda like pokemon right?”

And with the way his eyes bulged out slightly and the speed at which he scoffed, you could tell you hit a nerve for him. And suddenly, half an hour had whizzed past in him explaining the complexities and intricacies of this fictional world. It was kinda adorable how dorky he was. 

You grin a little amused before softly saying “I know Gojo, I was a Digimon girl too, just teasing.” The soft sultry way you said his name and the kindness in your eyes was enough to make him halt, with a sheepish grin. 

“Ah, sorry I tend to go overboard with that stuff I must’ve been boring y-”

“No, I enjoyed it, It was cute.”

That clearly was the right thing to say, with the way he softened, an almost unbelievable smile on his face. He seemed to be in a trance, looking at you like he was really seeing you for the first time.

A sudden loud call of “Satoru!” had broken whatever spell he seemed to be under. And with a sheepish grin and a quick “Be there in a sec!” he turns back to you.

“Dont go, okay? I just gotta sort something out with Sukuna. Think he wants me to grab more alcohol or something. You’ll stay here right?”

God, no. “Is there a good enough reason for me to?”

Another cocky look on Gojo’s face (seriously, was that the only expression he could make?) , “Stick around and I'll show you a good enough reason.”

And he's gone, the crowd parting a way for him like the red sea.

Step 3 complete. Sort of. You’re not quite sure if you balanced the mean and flirting well enough, but the soaked top surely helped.

You certainly weren't going to stick around long enough for him to return. Slipping out the party and rushing to your dorm for the next step.

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Next was forcing him to interact with you. Remembering what SUguru said, you decided to finally join the accountancy class. Since Gojo's parents forced him to take it, they monitored his attendance to make sure he never skipped. Accountancy seemed a plausible enough link to financial law, so it wasn't out of the question.

Why did you join so late? Needed extra credit!

So you slip into class the next week, praying for Gojo to be here too. By some miracle, when you glance up he's in a seat near the back. You pause, hesitating as you glance around nervously for a seat. Biting your lip to look shy and a little out of place, enough to appeal to his ego so he could ‘swoop in’ and ‘rescue you’. 

Like a mouse to a cheese trap,  he waves you over, pulling out a seat.

“Didn’t know you took accountancy too Ms Pope”

“Broadening my horizons Cyrus Beene.”

“Ouch, thought I was going to be Mr. President in this roleplay.”

“You don't have the charm for that.”

“Here i thought we bonded over a shared hoodie, Sugar”

“My dad died of diabetes. That name is a sore memory.”

“Bullshit. You're psychotic.”

“Youre gonna tell a grieving girl she's lying?”

“I saw him on your mum’s facebook. Nice try.”

“You stalking me?”

“Nah, I was bluffing and you fell for it. High risk, high reward.”

The professor starts the class before you could respond. Whatever, you would've won anyways. Probably. 

The class ends up being dreadful. Very boring. Financial law clearly is not the path to take. You don't show that obviously, making sure to ask questions and look engaged to build a good relationship with the professor. It helps that Gojo would nudge you every five minutes with some stupid comment making fun of the professor or course or Suguru or anything he thought you had a shared interest in. 

When class finally ends, he lingers. 

“Am I ever gonna get my hoodie back then?”

You ponder what to say. Honestly, you hoped he wouldn't remember that quickly so you could keep it a little longer to hold his interest. It's not like you can flat out say no, and you can't really think of a response that doesn't sound desperate. So you pretend to straighten up like you suddenly remembered. 

“Oh! Right, my bad. I can bring it next time?”

His eyes dart between yours, thinking, before he grins “No need! I'm sure a pretty girl like you must love snuggling my hoodi-”

“Ill drop it at your frat.”

“You know where I live? Now who's the stalker, Gorgeous?”

“I was there yesterday.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Some jerk spilt his drink all over me.”

“Maybe he's just misunderstood? A real softie once you get to know him.”

“Or a womanising idiot.”

“Oh how the rumour mill turns.”

“Not a rumour if I've seen it.”

“Jealous?”

“Terribly so, I'll die of a broken heart.”

“Your funeral will be a real rager.”

“You’re not invited.”

“And what'll you do? Resurrect and stop me?” He finishes with another infuriating smirk, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Just drop it off whenever, yeah? I'll be home around 6.”

You're lucky he walks out before he can see your little grimace, what kind of jerk calls his frat home? Either way, guess you have to find some way to keep him thinking about you.

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“And you’re certain she said she’d join this class?”

“Yeah something about Financial Law maybe?”

“Right. Sure”

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As soon as you get back to your dorm, you wear the hoodie as much as you can, even doing some jumping jacks to really get your scent on it. You spritz a little perfume, trying not to overdo it so it doesn't seem intentional. You're tempted to change your outfit, but that'd look like you care enough to change for him. So you walk over to his frat, deciding to wear his hoodie on the way. This way, it looks to everyone who passes you that there's something between you. A hidden signal to stay away, he's mine!

What a nauseating thought.

It's better not to risk someone else taking him though.

It's not exactly uncommon for his flings to do that anyways, so it's not like it's that effective. There's probably loads of girls with his shirts or hoodies in their wardrobes.

Eh, Rome wasn't built in a day.

Reaching his frat, you're let in by one of his frat brothers, you think his name is probably Toji? Either way, when he sees you he just huffs. Whether it's in a bored ‘typical Gojo’ way or out of amusement that a new girl is here for him, it doesn't really matter to you.

You knock on his door, shrinking in on yourself in that shy, soft way. He opens the door, looking you up and down with barely hidden interest. 

“Never looked better Doll,” he snorts as he opens the door to let you in.

You raise a brow, but before you can make a snappy retort he just laughs. 

“I promise I won't try anything.” He says with an exaggerated pout.

“Sorry, I’ve got work to do.” You really had to, actually. The new class added an extra strain you weren't prepared for. A strain you will easily overcome, don't even think otherwise, but a strain nonetheless.

“Accounting class?”

Ah, now he's a mind reader. If so you hope he can see all the different ways you'd kick his skull in if you could. That's a fun daydream you got to revisit later.

Whatever face you made before you remembered to control it must've been dumb enough for Gojo to start laughing.

With his hands raised up, he snorts, “Relax, didn't mean to insult your intelligence or anything. Just noticed you struggling to keep up-”

“Yeah, some annoying guy kept bothering me the entire time.” Jesus you got to control your temper whenever someone insinuates you're not intelligent.

“If you’d let me finish, I was about to say I could help tutor you, you know?”

And in hindsight, maybe you shouldn't have burst out laughing so much. Way too much. Like tears in your eyes crouched over too much.

“You really know how to bruise a man’s ego.”

“S-sorry, i d-didnt mean it like that-” You stumble with your words, laughing too hard to stay composed. “It’s just… you? Really? You never show up to classes , don’t even bother asking how I know cause Suguru told me , and suddenly you want to go out of your way to tutor someone?”

“I’m a generous man?”

“Wrong.”

“I need the money?”

“That hoodie probably costs more than my rent for three months.”

“It’ll give me an ego kick for you to need me?”

You pause. Yeah that makes sense, arrogant prick. “Fine, but I won't pay you.”

“Thought we established I didn't need the money?”

“And you have to come to every session, no flaking.”

“Cross my heart and hope to fly.”

“My little pony? Didn't take you for a fan.”

“A real scholar appreciates the classics.”

“And we’re meeting after class every Friday.”

“How do you know I'm free then? I could be busy for all yo-” At the scathing glare you give him he pauses. “Yup! Friday it is.”

You turn on your heel, out the frat. The plan was working better than you thought. Not well enough to let your guard down though, he was still a notorious player. 

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Friday rolls around, the next class with him. Through some investigating work (stalking Suguru’s instagram) you find out the cafe they both frequent. After some debating, you decide not to go there yet. You do notice Suguru posting some coffee pictures from that place, with Satoru’s hoodie clearly in frame. If you weren’t well aware of Suguru’s exploits you’d think it was a hard launch. On further inspection of the hoodie, you recognise it. That same blasted hoodie from the party!

You give yourself an internal little fist bump, clearly he must be somewhat affected if he's already wearing it. The scent will pavlov him somehow, associating  you with comfort or something. You’ll have to ask Shoko if that's how it works later.

But again, hold your horses. Showing up too much too quickly definitely gives off stalker vibes. And your measly student loans couldn't afford that many coffee runs yet. Hopefully with this plan you wont have to pay for coffee anymore anyways.

Sitting in the same seat as last time, you pretend to scroll through your phone. In actuality, you're analysing everyone in the class. From the quarter zip at the front to matcha girl behind you, assessing who would actually be a threat. It's not like you need this class, but you can’t afford to slack off. Maybe it’s too intense, but nothing can stop you from your goals. No one can take it away from you. No one can make you feel powerless agai-

“Yikes, you look like you're spiralling, Pumpkin” And if it isn't the grating, annoying voice himself next to you. 

“In the month of halloween? Just say you want to gut and carve me.”

“It's literally January?”

“Capitalism will prolong any holiday.”

“Cant argue with that. But seriously, you good?”

That makes you genuinely pause. The concern and care in his eyes is so foreign to you, never once had you seen even a shred of it in your fathers eyes to your mother. It had to be a gimmick, some ploy to pretend to care to get in your pants. Lucky for you it seems your interests align.

Rubbing your neck, you sigh, “Just been a long day is all, been studying all night for a test.”

He hums, “That’s rough, wanna grab a coffee after?”

“Dont we have tutoring? Don’t tell me you're already flaking.”

“I could tutor you in the coffee shop, two stones, one bird?”

“Thats not the saying, that doesn't even make sense.”

“Ah hah! Not sleep deprived enough to not be a smartass.” Touche

“Okay, sure. Can’t see why not.”

“Caramel drizzle, white mocha syrup, whipped cream and sprinkles?”

“I like my coffee like I like my women, sickeningly sweet.”

Tutoring surprisingly wasn't awful. Perhaps a lesser stubborn part of your brain would find it useful. Throughout the session, you’d bite your lip and let out frustrated huffs, pretending not to notice the way his eyes followed each movement of your lips. At some points, you'd tap your foot against the floor, the tip of your shoe sometimes grazing his ankle. You'd lean over to see what he wrote, chest in eye line view of him. To his credit, he seemed unaffected by that.

Honestly, he seemed entirely unaffected! Other than a few lingering glances he was focused. For a frat bro with a notorious reputation for partying, you hadn't expected this switch. He explained each concept in depth, not even faltering a second. Despite how little interest he had in the class, he made sure to discuss every point. He even wore these dorky glasses after a while, saying his contacts were irritating his eyes. Putting the plan aside, he was genuinely useful! 

Halfway through you'd forgotten to seduce and actually paid attention.

Until the waitress started to flirt with him. In front of you. 

It was ridiculous, your table didn't even need cleaning yet! But here she was conveniently.

With the way he looked at her, you couldn't quite piece the extent of their relationship. Strangers? Friends? A fling? Talking stage? Hook up?

He wasn't yours yet. But he will be. No matter how much he unnerved you, you still needed him. His money and power you were practically drooling over. The doors that could open, how far in your career you could get with a healthy dose of nepotism.

That waitress wouldn't get it. She wouldn't use him to the fullest like you would.

She didn't deserve him.

This didn't matter to Gojo, who simply laughed and flirted back in the same way he did you. The same nicknames and the same jokes. 

This was a reality check. You still had a long way to go in trapping him.

You fold your arms over, leaning down to look at the page with your chest even more pronounced now. You can hear the way his voice falters slightly with the waitress, clearly catching what you're doing. 

Looking through your lashes, so vulnerable like a wounded doe, you say “I don't get this, I feel so stupid.”

He softens, waitress forgotten,  “Woah, don't say that. You're the top of every class for a reason. Suguru and Shoko constantly tell me how smart you are at everything. You seriously think not immediately understanding something means you're an idiot?”

This means nothing, it's all a ploy. You don't actually feel dumb. But the way he softens for you hits something deep. He's sick. The way he spews out all this like it means nothing. No wonder girls fall for him. You have to remind yourself that he's not someone to fall for.

“You mean it?”

He holds your gaze longer than expected, “Oh believe me, I know”

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Weeks are spent like this, class on Friday with tutoring after. After a month he even decides to move it to his dorm, stating the noise of the shop distracts him. Begrudgingly you had to admit it was helpful.

“Your grades practically skyrocketed.”

“For that to happen they would've been bad before the tutoring. My grades are never lacking.”

“My apologies for ever saying otherwise, Angel.”

With time, he seemed to loosen up around you too. He'd slowly start to go off on tangents, sometimes about his frat or his friends or parties he had, Eventually, he'd go off into realms you didn't even know he had. Conversations would diverge into niche astrophysics topics, where his eyes would light up and every fact would tumble out his mouth. The first time it happened, he straightened up and apologised, seemingly embarrassed at how dorky he sounded. After a lot of reassuring he stopped looking so apologetic every time. He was far smarter than you gave him credit for initially. It wasn't like you didn't know that, he was a star student. What you didn't expect was the passion in his eyes. For someone who was born with everything he wanted handed to him, you didn't think he would care about anything but parties and women.

The way he'd stumble over his words cause he was talking so fast, too excited to slow down. The way he had stopped trying to impress and slowly just started… to be. 

The thing that shocked you most, was the way he saw you. He listened. Like you were worth listening to.

Your father was never like that, always dismissing your mother as beneath him. Not as smart as you were, as funny or quick witted or important. The way she had shrunk in on herself over time, stopped talking about her interest, stopped showing she cared.

Satoru never did that. Any time you would slip up he'd calmly correct you. Never made you feel dumb or beneath him.

It irritated you.

It had to be some manipulation tactic, it made no sense for him to show such genuine interest in you. It shouldn't bother you anyways, it's what you wanted, right?

Why did it feel so good? So warm?

You couldn't afford to feel like this. You refuse to.

Flick

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Satoru says with the smug look of someone who already knows the answer. Fuck, when did he go from Gojo to Satoru?

“Say something interesting and I might.”

“Some people just don’t appreciate greatness I see.”

You were lying on your front on his bed, scrolling through your phone. Your textbooks brushed to the side and long forgotten. Your empty coffee drink on his bedside table, come to think of it you can’t remember the last time you paid for that. Satoru was downstairs grabbing a snack for you, having stocked up on all your favourites. His phone pings, and some sick urge to look consumes you.

It was far too late for any moral high ground anyways.

A couple of messages from different girls, all asking a variety of different things but with one thing common, getting into his pants. 

No other woman was going to get close to him, you would make sure of it. Eliminate any competition. A quick guess on his passcode (his birthday, shocker) and you were deleting every message, carefully removing each contact and replacing it with a slightly different number so he couldn't contact them. 

He was yours.

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“Here’s to Satoru and his vow of celibacy!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t seen a girl in your room once. Have you lost your touch? Dick gone soft? Lasted less than a min-”

‘Shut up Sukuna”

“I mean really, what happened? Every girl seems downright afraid to even come near you. Don’t you think its a little stra-”

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The final step was set in motion. You didn't have the heart to ghost him properly, something in you burned at the idea of leaving him. WHat if he forgot about you? What if he moved on? DId his nerdy rants to someone else? Wore those dorky glasses he only showed you?

No, you couldn't stand that.

So you skip that step, going straight to the jealousy part.

It was the post exams party, one that everyone would attend. There you would make your move. Wearing the hottest dress you could find, smudged eyeliner and bitten lips, the same scent you never strayed from, you were set.

Heading into the party, your eyes glanced around quickly for Satoru. You didn't want him to see you looking, but you needed a good idea of where he was in order to exact your plan. After a second you spot him, sitting on the stairs with a few girls around him. Against your better judgment you freeze, jaw clenching.

I was here first.

It was all coming to fruition, you could see that law internship at your doorstep, the parties you'd attend as his fate, the connections you'd make. You would use his money to buy whatever you wanted, never having to stay in poverty and scrounge for meals again. Maybe you'd even lock him down, trap him with a ba-

You look away, not entertaining that.

You won't lose. You're too close to lose now.

Walking over to Sukuna, you chat with him and make sure to giggle at the right times. Sukuna hated sweet giggly girls, but one thing he loved? Pissing off Gojo. And with the way he was looking at him now? This would be fun for Sukuna.

He lets his hands wrap around your waist, voice whispering in your ear. His hand drifted lower down your back, reaching dangerously close to-

“Fuck off.” 

A low dark voice suddenly behind you. Satoru. You'd never seen him so mad, someone so upbeat, so carefree having such fury etched in his face. The way his hand was wrapped tight around Sukuna’s, so tight you could Sukuna’s skin growing whiter around the wrist. 

“What? Last i checked she isnt your personal bi-”

Thud

You open your eyes to see Sukuna crouching away, nose bloody and livid. People are all watching, someone's probably filming. Gasps everywhere. 

No matter how hot that was (not that it was hot at all), you couldn’t risk your future h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶ meal ticket losing his reputation for beating up someone at a party. You quickly grab his wrist, pulling him into his room.

“What the fuck is your problem Satoru?” You snap.

Internally you're squealing. Your plan worked. You're a genius. You should run for president. Are those wedding bells?

He smirks, looking down at you with a heated gaze, “How long are you gonna keep this up, Angel?” He steps forwards, causing you to step back.

Step back. “Keep what?”

Step forward. “Pretending.”

Step back. “Pretending what exactly?” You're going to make him say it first.

Step forward. Your back against his wall. Door locked. He leans in close, lips to your ear, arm snaking around your waist.

“Pretending like you haven't been stalking me, Angel”

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Satoru lived an easy life. Born in a rich family, eldest son and heir to fortunes and gifted in any skill he wanted to learn. He was a prodigy in everything academic, and his physical ability was downright olympic. It seemed he wasn't failing or lacking in any department.

From a young age, people had thrown themselves at him pathetically. Some were eager for better tips, some for his power, his influence, his money, his looks. Everyone wanted something from him.

In his eyes, he wasn’t arrogant. He was realistic.

He could play coy and pretend he wasn’t all that, but it would be a lie.

So he lived life knowing this fact. He didn't take anything too seriously. Life was all a challenge to have fun, to extract the most pleasure possible from every situation. He didn't need to try hard in anything, he was already exceptional.

And when he got to college? He was swimming in ladies.

Some would hear the Gojo name and flock to him for his money. Some would see him on the field in a game and drool over his muscles. Some would hear their parents whispers and set their eyes on his status. And the rest? He’d simply flirt and charm their panties off!

He would have at least 5 girls at a time. Always flirting with a new girl at each party, hopping into a different bed each night, visiting old flings to make sure they didn't forget the smell of his sweat lingering on their pillows. It was an exhilarating rush to him.

He tried to at least not be an ass about it. With enough chiding from Shoko and Suguru he’d learnt to at least communicate with them. Never lead them on or try to go on dates or give any impression of anything more than a fling. This didn't stop girls from flipping out anyways, but he found it more amusing to see how angry they'd get just for him.

All in all, he had it pretty great.

Until you came along.

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At first, when Suguru would mention you, your name would slip out of his mind without a second thought. Suguru seemed to like you a lot, and even a few times Satoru had tried to prod and tease to see if it went past platonic, But other than that, you didn’t make that much of an impression on him. 

He’d only really heard of you. How friendly you were. How smart you were. How funny you were. Almost everyone seemed to have something good to say about you. It ticked him off after a while. He wasn’t used to anyone being smarter than him, better than him at anything. He was certain that if you weren't a law student he could crush you in one of his classes.

“If you care so badly just join my philosophy class with her then?” Suguru groaned.

“Nah, can’t take your thing away from you, how else will you compare to me th-” He was cut short by a whack to the head by Suguru.

So no, he didn't think of you often.

Not your stupid kindness everyone seemed to rave about. Not your dumb intelligence that could rival his. Nothing at all.

You probably hated guys like him, the ones that were handed everything in life. The ones who could party and have fun with zero consequence.

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“This one sided animosity is pathetic.”

“Shoko! It's not one-sided, okay! She definitely hates me.”

“You’ve never met her?”

“So? I just want to mess with her, I'm sure she'd be so easy to rile up.”

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Then came The Party. Shoko made fun of him for capitalising it but she also saved a notes page of all Utahimes favourite things so Satoru reckons she doesn't have much room to tease him.

Suguru briefly mentioned bringing you, said it'd be good for a studyaholic (“Suguru that can’t possibly be a real word-”) like you to let loose or something. Oh but weren't you supposed to be super popular and fun? Weren't you at the top of your classes already? Did you seriously think you could beat him just cause you were a dweeb who suddenly stopped partying? Did you think he was some worthless party animal? Did you think you could beat h-

“I’ll be there too.” he says quickly.

Suguru snorts, “didn’t think you wouldn't."

With his favourite grey hoodie on and a tight white tank top he strolled into the party he technically was meant to help out in. Spending most of the night surrounded by girls and watching the door to see whoever Suguru brought in. He wasn't obsessed or anything, merely curious. This perfect girl, seemingly can do no wrong. That was his thing!

Unfortunately, he was merely a man. And within an hour he forgot what he was meant to be doing and got distracted by beer pong and some hot girl feeling  up his biceps. Lucy? Rachel? Eh, he’ll just call her blondie and pretend he never forgot.

It was only when Suguru plopped down next to him that he remembered,

“So…” he says with a shit eating grin and a waggling eyebrow.

“Shes in the kitche-”

And in seconds he’s there. He paused a few metres before just so he could pretend he casually strolled in. Seeing as there was only one girl in the kitchen it had to be you. And with his smoothest line, he makes his move.

But when you turn around? Fuck, you were gorgeous.

But worse than that, he recognised you.

He’d noticed you around campus. How could he not? The first time he saw you under that tree he needed to have you. There wasn't a pretty woman on campus who hadn't been under him. And a gorgeous girl like you? That was unacceptable.

He didn’t see you again.

So he had to do the perilous task of finally attending his lessons. He really did try his morning ones, but he was often too hungover and too tired to go. And evening ones were simply too much of a pain. So afternoon classes were his best bet.

And how lucky was he! You seemed to always be on campus then too. He was practically glued to Suguru now with no excuse to see you. Passing in the hallways or in the shops nearby or anything he could get his grubby little paws on. 

He could never figure out your name, always moving away too quickly for him to catch like sand falling from his hands.

And here you were, the pretty girl he’d been dying to see. Too pretty.

Nothing he couldn't handle right! A few teases here, some smirks there and he's sure he's got you bundles in his sheets already.

Except you didn't let up easily. You were quick enough to leave him grasping for straws just to not let you have the upper hand. With how bored you seemed, he needed to somehow break past your walls. 

When he ‘accidentally’ spilled his drink over your shirt? He could swoop in like some hero. See! He wasn't so bad after all. Granted, he didn't plan it exactly. But when life gives you lemons!

Though, when his gaze lingered on you something seemed…off. Maybe not off exactly, but different. No matter the reputation he gets, Satoru wasn't an idiot. Not really. He learnt from a young age that hiding your intelligence and letting people think less of you is the key to letting their guard down. And that look? So familiar. He'd seen it before. The look of women who wanted something from him. A lesser man would write you off as some fake chick, some dirty gold digger that's good for nothing except her body. But hey, he was a feminist so who was he to write off a woman?

Though the longer his gaze lingered, the more he picked up on it. It wasn't that same greed or lack of authenticity swirling in your eyes, but something deeper.

A hunger. A need for something more. Something calculated, challenging him.

He was nothing but a masochist. And a very very bored man. If even half of what Suguru said was true, then maybe this was more interesting than he thought.

And when he turned to see you were gone? Oh, the chase had begun.

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Seeing you in his class was the cherry on top of his week. He’d spent the past few days partying, making sure he was all over campus instagrams. Anything to make sure you couldn't open that app without being reminded of him. He was tempted to ask why you joined this late, but he didn't really care. He knew you just wanted to be close to him. Many girls have done that before.

But still, watching you look so pitiful he couldn't help but offer an olive branch and beckon you over.

What entertained him the most was how little you tried to flatter him. Ballsy move, he could have been offended and lost interest. His ego was far too strong to be swayed, no matter what Utahime says. 

You should've been flattered, overjoyed at how many teasing remarks he gave you throughout the class. He'd thrown some real good bangers that definitely deserved at least an exasperated grin!

But the hard to get approach must be what you’re doing. He'd seen it in many of his flings, and broken it down too. Every single one of them usually ended up being the one to beg for him instead.

And you two are just perfect for each other! Every interest he had you did too. To be honest, it was blatantly clear to him how much you faked it , but it was just too fun not to play along!

The hoodie? It smelt so strongly of you it made his eyes roll back at the scent. Clever Tactic. Part of him wants to retaliate and do the same back, and he would if he wasn't currently clutching his hoodie to his chest like a cheesy idiot.

Suguru didn’t understand the sudden interest in you. He’d known Satoru could be very competitive, but this seemed different. In his eyes, you were just some friendly, innocent girl who was trying her best.

But Satoru saw the real you. The way you tried so hard to get his attention. And he was very eager to play that game.

So he forced Suguru to post the coffee shop with him in the frame on his story, certain you'd see. Certain you’d notice the same hoodie, notice him, notice the shop. He leaned back, ready for you to ‘happen to walk in.’

But you didn't. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not for every other day of that week.

You little minx. Making him wait in the coffee shop each day to catch you. God he was already in love.

When class eventually rolled round, he was ready to show you a changed man. If academics turned you on, he’d be the smartest, most diligent tutor there was. And when you see how helpful he was? You'd need him, seek him out. Rely only on him.

Not that he cared. He only wanted you to slip up. To actually fall for him

A weaker man would fall for the way you're clearly trying to entice him. Admittedly, his gaze did wander, but he never claimed to be a saint! Part of him wanted to throw the towel and just take you to his dorm, give you what you wanted. But he would not lose.

Then that pretty waitress came. Okay, so he technically didn't sleep with her. But he was going to the night of that party, before you showed up. Besides, a man needs to keep his options open. A little harmless flirting just to keep you on your toes, you know?

Except when he looks up, seeing you lean over, his voice falters. Of course, you must think it's the view of your chest (which while gorgeous wasn't the main reason) or the way you looked so needy. 

No, it was that glint in your eyes. One he could only recognise in the mirror.

A deep rooted need, so overwhelming, to possess and control. The jealousy in your eyes, the determination to come out on top. How you used every way possible to manipulate him into falling in your lap.

And it was working, just not the way you thought it would.

It came to him suddenly. Angel. How ironic.

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The weeks he spent with you were far better than he'd expected. You'd learnt so much, truly improving your grades. It warmed his heart, even if you didn't admit you were struggling, to see you succeed. He thinks he'd do anything to keep that sight. Anything to make sure you got everything you ever wanted. Whatever tactic you used was working, he didn't even care anymore. He was right where he wanted to be.

He needed you. Craved you. Lusted for you.

Anything you wanted he bought. Anything you glanced at you'd get. 

It wasn't enough for him.

Every cutting remark, every insult cloaked in layers of context and references he couldn't begin to understand. The hidden interest in your eyes whenever he'd go on a tangent.

It wasn't the look of someone fond, it was the look of someone hungry. Someone who had finally found an equal.

You were wicked too. You think he never noticed but he did. Every single move was calculated with hidden intent. He should hate it, should be disgusted at someone using him like this.

But it was too exhilarating.

What move would you do next? What crazy scheme to get his attention? What was real? What was rehearsed?

Each action he could analyse in great depth. Your schedule? Memorised too! What classes did you take? Which ones were just for him? Were you thinking about him too?

Picking you apart was like a puzzle he couldn't (and didn't want to) solve. The way your brain worked, the way you analysed everyone around you, weighed whether they would be any worth to you or not. It was fascinating!

He wanted to be worth something. To give you value. To give you what you needed. Money, love, connections, anything you wanted he’d give. If only just to see what you’d do with it.

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No girl had piqued his interest anymore. Not like they would have any chance if they did. 

You were always there. And if he had to pretend you weren't so you'd stay? So be it!

When he’d flirt with baristas, he'd turn his back to hear your scathing whispered threats. When he'd chat with old hookups, the next day something disastrous would magically happen to their appearance (nair in shampoo? Aren't you a sweetheart?).

The lengths you'd go to keep him, the feeling of you watching every move he'd take. To be a performer for your stage. Direct him wherever he needs to go! His life is at your service, you cruel woman!

He just wishes you’d come and say hello more. How long must he pretend not to adore the real you?

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His hand is on your waist. His hand is on your waist. His hand is on your waist.

A bitter taste of his own medicine. The climax of the play where the hero sees his wrongful ways! Oh wont you forgive him! He's such a selfish man, he only had those women to get your attention back on him. Can't you see none of them even come close to you? Can't you see no other man could give you what he could? Could let himself be used? Could crawl on their knees if you merely say the word?

A little violence for your love is not out of the question. Didn't Ares kill Adonis to keep his dear Aphrodite?

And the concern in your eyes, the softness you held his hand as you dragged him to his room. Oh how perfect you will be as his wife! Mother to his kids! None of those if you didn't want them! Anything for his angel.

But he couldn't keep it in anymore, he needed to tell you. He needed you.

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“I-I dont understand what y-”

“Save it. I don't care. I've always known.”

His lips are a breath away from your neck, his hands lingering on your waist and squeezing tightly to try to keep him from wandering down. His eyes staring at you with something dark and predatory simmering. He finally peppers soft kisses down your neck, not able to resist any longer. Kisses far too tender for the circumstance.

“Do you think a kind woman could ever match me?” Kiss. “That she could keep me entertained?” Kiss . “That I could ever commit to her?” Kiss.

“Only a wicked woman like you could satisfy me.” Bite. A nick on your neck causing you to jolt up, much to his amusement.

“You’re insane. I only want to use you. You mean nothing to me.” You snap back, desperate to get some dignity back. You can't fall for him. You promised yourself. You'd never fall for anyone. Never love anyone. Never let yourself feel weak-

He laughs. “Then use me, take everything from me until I have nothing left to give.”

And with a plea like that, how could you ever say no?

cw/ nsfw, older stepbro!gojosatoru x younger stepsis!fem.reader, pseudocest, mentioned drug use, dubcon, dark content, dead dove do not eat, grooming, slut shaming, perv behavior, virgin kink

You were an only child for a really long time and grew up in a small village with little social interaction, thinking it would stay that way forever. That was until your father apparently met his true love and married her within only four months, giving you a brother who was three years older than you. Suddenly, everything around you started to change and the old got replaced with the new. You got a bigger family, a bigger city, and a bigger house, but even then the change wasn’t that difficult to manage. Eventually, you got used to it and it became your normal.

That was years ago. When you were younger, you envied others for having siblings and were really happy once you found out that you were going to have one too. That was also years ago.

“Why are you so late.” a stern voice rang out as soon as you opened the front door with a click.

Your eyes looked slightly surprised at your brother, because you hadn’t expected anyone to still be up at this hour. There was still a small light on in the living room, which you could see from outside but you thought someone had left it on for you so you wouldn’t be greeted by complete darkness.

You stepped inside, closed the door behind you, and tiredly tossed your shoes into the hallway while blue eyes watched you silently, eyebrows furrowed.

“Because I was out, duh,” you replied curtly. Even though you’d spent the first half of your life without him, over the years it had only been natural for you to act like any other normal sibling pair out there.

I was never there - the weekend Sick and Twisted playlist Satoru Gojo x reader college - Jock Gojo

People always notice Gojo Satoru first.

It’s unavoidable.

He’s loud, cocky, untouchable, the kind of guy who walks across campus like everything already belongs to him. Captain of the team. Surrounded by people. Always laughing.

A/N: YESS! SEND ME MORE OF UR ASKS AND THOUGHTS I WANT IT ALLL! OFC I CAN daddy geto is so ngngnghfnf🤤

CW: inappropriate father daughter relationship || (boundary crossing, being your bf but also ur dad) Reader is BLACK|| slight suggestiveness || forced infantilization || Geto is like a sexy silver fox so 40s and reader is like 18 || as always DDNE DEAD DOVE DO NOT EATTTT! ANTIS BLOCK AND DNI AND RMB DONT LIKE DONT READ!

Dad!Geto spoiled you rotten growing up. Always doing your hair or getting someone he trusted to do your hair

and when i say you had all the signature styles growing up i mean ALL. He’d especially add beads or those little plastic hair clips, but his favorite is putting your hair into a ponytail with a few twists, braids or cutesy hair clips.

even when you grew older Suguru still insisted on doing your hair, washing your face, picking out your clothes and dressing you. He couldn’t help it, You were his princess!

i honestly think geto would make you still call him “Daddy” even if you grew out of it. He’d probably dangle little things over your head like access to your phone, Tv access, maybe even the right to wear panties

Also the man smothers you. Physically and metaphorically, always wanting to know what you’re doing and why. How you’re feeling and what can he do to help. just all up in your business! and if you express any annoyance or slight rebellion he’ll get all puffy, sad and dramatic.

“you don’t love your daddy anymore!”

“why wont you let me care for you”

“has my baby outgrown me?!”

SO extra and He’ll only calm down if you love on him or give his kisses. And may I add he LOVES your kisses and kissing you.

Suguru would wake you up with kisses around your face, comfort you with kisses on your lips, and a sweet kiss on your forehead to make you sleep

Sometimes tho, Suguru feels like he’s not enough for you. He’s older now; grayer hairs, smile lines and crows feet. (His hair is as beautiful tho and hes still SO fine)

so sometimes he puts little ideas in your head to make you stay home. something about a girl being kidnapped.. something about pretty brown girls being prone to traffic etc.

he’s definitely one of those parents who sends you videos or news of people being kidnapped or horrible stuff happening to them when you ask to go out or leave. and to be honest he did a good job at making you fearful, being a black girl in japan and all. He made it a point to ALWAYS be with him at all times

And when he succeeds he spends all his time at home with his baby, all you need is him anyways. Giving you sloppy kisses as he coos into your ears

“so pretty hmm? my pretty girl”

“Love you so muchh, ‘sweetest girl ever”

One of his favorite things to do with you is to play with your hair. He has the bathroom STACKED with curling gel, moose, demi brushes, defining cream. He makes you sit between his legs as he detangles and defines your hair. Theirs just something so pretty when your hair is showing your curl pattern— another reason why its his favorite is because it makes you cry

Its not that he’s attracted to it (he very much is) He just loves comforting you. You’re just so tender-headed— You cant help it! The way the brush sometimes snags at your hair makes you recoil in response

Of course he’d kiss it better but the thought of you needing him in every way just fills him with so much dopamine

A/N: i hope you enjoy! ngl i like rhis tame stuff and rmb my reqs or inbox is open so go crazy lol but also note that i may not do every and all reqs. And if i do keep in mind that it may be awhile since i have a lot of other wips