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Satoru Gojo X Black!Reader

↪ ˚ you and Gojo were mortal enemies—you never found a man who made you see red so quick. But Gojo never met a woman who could make his head spin and his dick hard, what was so wrong, pretty girl, just let em have you for the night~

↪˚ MINORS/AGELESS PAGES DO NOT INTERACT—AYEEE WE OUTSIDEEEE- I'm sorry, down EGGREGIOUSLY BAD GOJO, lonnnnggggg asss fic with a happy ending, tsundere?Gojo, masochist!Gojo, aggressive!reader, lots of hitting, Slight Satosugu, very aggresive/vulgar language, N-word used *yes I am black let's obv that*, Usage of the word Daddy, scratching, biting, bleeding, hella romantic vibes and just in time for Valentine's Day, Obsession, heavy emotions, NO SMUT BUT STILL NO MINORS

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Today was a roller coaster of emotions. When you stepped foot on the lands of Jujutsu High, the ‘birds’ attacked. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara were jumping at your feet like a bunch of dogs. You were swallowed up into a pit of questions.

“Miss [name]! Miss [name]! Is it true!?” Nobara and Yuji ushered you inside. “Yeah! Yeah, is it true!?- yuji back up! You’re holding her too tight!” Oh, what an understatement. It was Nobora who was, in fact, holding your right arm hostage. Megumi just sighed, trailing behind you, almost like he knew this would happen.

But he wasn’t far off, still showing urgency in his questions, “Miss [name]. Is it true that you and Gojo are going out tonight?” 

Your feet dug into the floor, throwing Nobara and Yuji forward as they turned their heads back to look at you. 

“What?” You were dumbfounded, blinking like a fucking fish while your jailbirds took your silence as confirmation, gasping and shouting, 

“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE MISS [NAME] LIKES GOJO SENSEI!” 

Yuji jumped around while Nobara pulled out her phone and took a picture of your bewildered expression. She snickered, placing her phone in your face, “So tell us, how does it feel to be the proud standing woman of the Satoru Clan! I’m sooooo telling Mai, Maki owes me twenty fucking bucks!” 

Yuji whipped around, phone in hand, “What!? I’m already telling Todo, and he just replied! Ahaha! He said the same fucking thing-!”

You watched in horror as the two held hands and bounced around, in singsong voices that melted over another, a horrid song traveling to your burning ears, “♪♫♪Gojo and Miss [Name], sitting in a limousine, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes denial, then comes marriage, then comes a blue-eyed fucker in a baby carriage♪♫♪” 

Megumi sighed behind you, pinching the bridge of his nose, watching his friends act like fools, “She didn’t even say anything…” but they were too ignorant to hear him. You tried to gather your poor thoughts.

What were they talking about? 

And why, why, why did it involve the one man you wanted to avoid? What shit was he spewing to these kids to have them go saying things like this? And where the fuck was he now…. Because you were itching to put Satoru through a wall since day one. 

‘This’ just cemented his death penalty that’d been on hold since Yaga told you to ‘behave’ and try to ‘work around Satoru’. But this was it, how could you work around him when he went around whispering to them and sending them out like Lovedrunk cupids to repeat it to you. 

You couldn’t even, you walked past them in a fury, turning the corner. They watched in silence until you came back around the corner, “And Nobara delete that. I am NOT going on any dates with anyone! I am single, and that’s how it will stay!”

You stormed down the hall, leaving them in shock and silence. Megumi walked up behind them, slapping Yuji in the back of his head before gripping Nobara's cheek and pinching it, “You two are idiots, and Gojo is gonna die….” “Oh, please! She wouldn’t kill him, she’s too nice and morally good!” Yuji seconded, “Yeah! Besides, Mr.Geto is in there, and doesn’t he have infinity or something?”

“No. He turned it off BECAUSE MR.GETO IS IN THERE!”

Well shit…

Your heels clicked-clacked, eating away at the wooden floor—the closer you got to his classroom, the harder you stomped, the angrier you got, the hotter your face burned. 

All you could think about was Satoru—his pretty boy fuck me face.

Satoru—that evil man who liked to play with you when he got the chance, always swinging by your classroom, calling you annoying pet names…

Satoru—Darling, Mamas, my love; names that stuck to you the moment Satoru caught you with those Demon eyes.

Satoru—ugh, could he get more annoying!? 

SLAM!

“SATORU!” the shoji doors whined on their hinges, slamming into the wall as you stepped into his class. “Oh, hi Miss [lastname], how nice, are you here to see Satoru?” 

You ignored Geto sitting at his desk, walking right past him, and shrugging off your purse.

Gojo was busy sitting in the perfect position for you to drop-kick him through the open window. His bandaged eyes fell on your purse, and suddenly the pencil set beside him went flying. 

You didn’t stop, just swung your purse at him like a wild child, “Satoru, have you lost yo’ fuckin’ mind!? A date!? A DATE SATORU!? You must think yo’ life is a fuckin’ movie! Imma show yo ass a date! Unlock that shit! Lemme hit you in the dick, then I’ll rip out your fucking hair!” 

You were swinging, and swinging—and he was deflecting and deflecting. Geto sighed. He knew you weren’t gonna give it up, summoning a tiny, cursed hand to grab you by the waist—Suguru was petty, and he knew you hit hard… that’s the shit that scared him the most, for a non-sorcerer, you had heavy little hands that felt like boulders.

“Alright, alright, what’d you do this time satoru?” asked him, what a best fucking friend, Gojo perked up, “Well, I don’t know, Suguru, what did I do?” he leaned over, placing his elbow on his knees, head in hand. You were shooting daggger at him, wriggling against the curse, “You know what the fuck ‘this’ is about! Don’t play dumb with me, Gojo! And Suguru, darling, I love you, but let me go.” 

Suguru shook his head, a soft smile cast across his slender face, “No can do, honey. I know you’ll keep trying to hurt him if I do—and as much as I’d love to see you keep trying, I wouldn’t want you to waste such a pretty bag on the likes of him.”

Ugh, an angel, why wasn’t he knocking down your doors like Satoru was? It would’ve actually been worth it if that pretty man with the weird curses did you a favor and knocked the Mario coins outta ya’ pu- I mean, maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight.

“I DON’T KNOW SUGURU- It might just be- I get paid enough to replace it! Now, SATORU, tell ya’ pretty bestfriend how you been tellin’ your kids you and I were going on a date tonight!”

Suguru groaned, “EXACTLY! NOW PLAY DUMB AGAIN!” You were furious, throwing the bag at him, still deflecting off of him and flying right out the- FAAAHHHH!!!!

Welp, there went your purse, right out the window. You groaned, accepting defeat, slumping over into the curse's arm. Gojo finally stood up, crossing the floor to stand mere inches away from you. 

He leaned over, slow, his nose was close enough to boop yours, “Well, yeah, cause we are…” 

…Round two, your body lurched, you were a tigress, clawing and swinging, wild, with those pretty deep blue nails he swore you got just to spite him. He reeled back, still, you managed to graze his cheek. A fleeting pain, nothing too bad, still, it formed a tiny mark across his perfect skin. 

Oo~ you were so angry, it made him laugh, honest and hard. “I WILL NOT! YOU WILL NOT TRY AND PULL THIS SHIT ON ME AGAIN!”

Suguru butt in; he couldn’t help chuckling at your stamina. You really should’ve been a sorcerer. You dug your nails into it, kicking your feet at Gojo, just one touch, one smooth foot to the face. 

“C’mon satoru, stop doing that to her, she looks so miserable when she’s angry.” 

Gojo sighed, “Fine, but I wasn’t joking, you and I are goin’ on a date tonight-” “GOJO-” “Shhhhhh- daddies talking, now, like I said, we are going on a date, whether that’s a yes or no, honey, besides, you just lost such a pretty purse because of me~ why not let me take care of you for the night, you know. As an apology~” 

“Nigga did you just shush me?” he put his hand on his chin, tapping it, with an evil smile, “Oohhh, such a vulgar mouth~” 

 Suguru stepped beside him, “Satoru, stop it, you’re making her madder. Listen, what my ignorant friend meant to say was, ‘Since I lost your purse by being an idiot, I’ll pay for it.;””

But Satoru denied, “No, I meant what I said, Suguru.”

“You can’t force her to date you, and you’ve caused enough trouble for today.”, he retorted, “No, she did that to herself, no one told them to go run their mouths, and no one told her to come swinging at me like she lost her fucking mind.”

He and Satoru were chest to chest, tensions rose as they continued arguing like you weren’t the angry one here, “Satoru, stop being ignorant…”

“Let ‘er go, I’ll show you ignorance.” 

“Satoru, please, I really can’t keep holding her back if you won’t straighten out and apologize. Just buy the woman a new purse.” 

“Awww Suguu~ stop tryna be shivererlous, you’re steppin’ on my territory-”

Suguru scoffed, “That’s adorable~ you think I wanna steal your crush, I’d do better than you could ever if I did-”

True~ ooo suguru tryna talk sweet to a bitch~ Go off, king.

“Suguruu, you’re tryna get punched~”

“Oh my darling Satoru, what I’d give for you to try-”

Alright, this shit getting gay. “Um, excuse me? Hello!”

You waved your hand, still flaring with anger, but deciding to put it aside, “Look, let me go, I’m done with this shit. I’m not going on a date with you, stop sending yo’ lil’ birds to my class with they heads in grown folks buisness! And Suguru, baby, I know you got a curse that can locate that purse.” 

The arm around you evaporated into thick black smoke that smelled like stale air. You stood to collect yourself. Flattening your skirt and fixing your blouse.

You still had classes to teach, curses to explain, and bad ass lil’ bebe kids to deal with the moment you break for lunch—cause you were sure this little incident would get back to them if they weren’t eavesdropping right now.

You turned around, but not before pulling a pen from your blazer and throwing it at him.

Groaning like a teen when it deflected and fell to the ground—Satoru giggled, watching your pretty ass—literally—walk away. Slamming the door behind you, leaving the two of them in your absence. 

Suguru slapped Gojo in the back of his head, relishing in how good it felt to be able to touch him, “You’re an asshole.” “She’s gonna be thinking about this all day, and what the fuck was that wingmanning!? You were trying to take herrr! You’re so mean, suguru-” Gojo pouted, rubbing the back of his head, poking his lip out like a child. Geto's eyes hardened, not letting go of what happened, “Ugh, she’s like a friend-”

“Yeah!” Gojo whined, “A friend you wanna fuck too!”

Not true, he saw you like one of the girls, you were so talkative and sweet when Satoru wasn’t getting on your nerves, and you taught well—but again, you were a non-sorcer, so he kept you at arms length when it came to your safety or anything dealing with curses, even if it were your job to teach the kids about them, he never wanted you to handle or be around one.

Shit, lucky enough they gave you contacts to spot them, but still, arms length—and keep it cute, that was the Suguru Geto motto, when it came to…. Normies.

But Gojo was down ridiculous, he talked about you every day; on missions- “Did you see the way she scolded me in the breakroom!- what? Who cares, I’d love her to take my pinky off~!”, in the breakroom, “Suguuu she hit me in the face today! I know I’m bleeding, I asked her if she was cryin’ when I teased her and she hit me right in it, even six eyes were confused- watch out toji she might have some secret restrictions we don’t know about~”

On his phone, “Suguru, I know it’s late, but I just got off the phone with [name], she sounds so cute when she’s all fussy and pent up angry, wonder if I caught ‘er in the middle of girl–time~ ugh, wouldn’t that be so fucking hoooottt!?”

In Suguru's classroom, all laid out on his desk like a bitch in a heat, kicking his feet, whining about you, “Suguruuuu, I can’t take it, she’s playin’ hard-to-get with a metal bat!”

TO NANAMI- BOY EVERYONE WAS SICK OF HEARING HIS MOUTH, “Nanaminnnnn~ c’monnnnn just lemme tell you one more thing—today I saw her at the store, and she had her hair all fuzzy, wearing PJ’s! She was wearing them like she had no care in the world around her, my type of womannnnn! Nanami, pleaseeee, pleaseeee, talk to her for me! But don’t take her, I’ll kill youuuu!” 

And he was way too aggressive with anyone who shared even the slightest affection for you. He overheard Jogo talking about you with Hanami, and it wasn’t even about liking you, poor Jogo- his entire top half disintegrated along with half of the west corridor.

And Hanami refused to speak, not even uttering a sentence with the syllables of your name, too scared that Gojo would be lurking around, ready to hollow out their soul through the very foundation.

Toji slipped up one afternoon, mentioning how nice the curve of your ass looked in those pencil skirts you wore. The room ran cold. Gojo was standing by the coffee maker, fixing his daily cup of several spoons of sugar, whipped cream, and a four-by-four chocolate drizzle that would make any sane person's stomach sick.

Toji leaned back in his chair, laughing with Shiu, when suddenly that same mug went flying past his face, and what was unusual was that Gojo had the power to send that bitch through the wall—but it landed right on it, shattering, drenching the wall in coffee. 

YOU HAD HIM COMMITTING SOFT CRIMES

Everyone turned to see Gojo in full swing mode, his blindfold folded back in his hair, eyes dead set on Toji's face. He stood up fully, and reset, his voice was calm, wayy to calm, “Toji-kunn~- I’m sorry, did any of that hit you?”

No one dared answer, not even Toji, but the fear was evident, well, no, it wasn’t like fear, but Toji definitely felt his manhood shift uncomfortably. He tried to play it off, “Nah…a weak ass throw if you ask me-”

Gojo's smile deepened, and Suguru swore he saw his best friend's eye twitch, “Oh?”

.

.

.

“SATORU! SATORU PUT IT DOWN!”

“GOJO, PUT THE TABLE DOWN!”

Somewhere down the line, Toji had to fight for his life against a seven-foot-six beast being held back by Suguru and Nanami, because he was throwing the chairs, cups, loose pens, pencils, knives, AND NOW A FUCKING TABLE.

“NANAMI STOP HIM HE’S GOING FOR THE TV ON THE FUCKIN’ WALL IS HE INSANE!? GETO! STOP HIS ASS! DAMMIT GOJO! ALL I SAID WAS SHE HAD A NICE ASS, CALM THE FUCK DOWN!”

“IT’S NICE!? TELL ME HOW NICE IT IS WHILE I PUT YO’ TEETH THROUGH THE FUCKIN’ FLOOR- LEMMME GO! SUGURU LEMME GO NOW! I WILL BLOW THIS BITCH AND EVERYONE IN IT, THE FUCK DOW-”

Yeah, you had this man wrapped around your angry little fists, and you still wouldn’t give him the time of day—it was killing him— actually, you were murdering who Satoru Gojo was. 

If you said go, he wouldn’t ask where, he’d just go. If you told him to sit, he’d be on the floor, back pinned, belly up like a puppy waiting for your next command. Suguru was sure, down sure, you’d leash him and he wouldn’t even rebuttal—he’d take that shit like a good boy, and that had Geto’s soul tickled, just the image of you walking his best friend around on a big sparkly leash because Gojo was a pampered little bitch that deserved ‘High-quality’ even in ‘those conditions.’ 

It'd probably have his name or 'The Honored One' as he liked his title to be, bedazzled in diamonds.

“Geto, I’m lonely…” his words broke his dreaming, “I know-”

Gojo shook his head, pulling off his blindfold, letting his snow white hair fall around his face, “No, you don’t know… I need her- I need her. Just her, all I want is her…”

Suguru really did know, but he let him continue, “Is it me? Am I the problem? Am I not doing something right?” Gojo curled into Suguru's side, as he held his shoulder, rubbing it slightly, “Nah, she’s just-I can’t tell you what she’s thinking, if I could I would, but all I can do is coach you and try to intervene when she wants to claw your face off.” 

Gojo's shoulders faltered, yeah, you had him like that, “You don’t get it—THAT’S WHAT I WANT- I reallyyyy want her—you don’t have a curse for that?”

Geto’s expression hardened, gripping his best friend's shoulder, “I’m not cursing her, that’s reckless talk, and you know that-”

Gojo's eyes peered from behind his hair, pulsing with rage, “You think I’m not strong enough to kill it if it gets over on her?”

And like that, they were arguing again, “Satoru, I’m not cursing her, stop acting like an actual child and think with your head for a second and not your wicked little soul—what good would you be doing her? She’d hate you even more, not to mention that she can see them; she’d just have Principle Yaga or Nanami expel it. And they know what a farmed curse looks like, they’ll know it was me- are you trying to get us expelled and lose our jobs this badly?”

Satoru pushed Geto, walking him back by the shoulders until his ass hit the desk, forcing him farther up it. He got closer to his face. Gojo's breath fanned across Suguru’s hardened expression, “Do you know what it feels like to want?”

A weird question, a duh, he’s wanted for things a lot. Suguru jumped when Gojo's large hands grabbed his. His eyes widened when he fixed them around his neck, “It feels like I’m dying, like a pair of hands are choking me when I can’t get her any closer to me…”

Suguru watched in horror. Gojo tightened his grip, forcing Geto to choke him, “I want it like that—I just want her- it feels good when she’s there, but when she disappears-” His hands grew tighter, until his skin turned bright red, “Satoru!” Geto tried to pull away, Gojo was smiling like a freak, “When she’s gone, when her voice isn’t there to fill the void, with that bratttyyy attittudeee~ I can't breathe, I get so lonely, I get so desperate, it feels like my emotions are choking me out-”

He forced his bestfriends hands down his broad chest, pretending they were yours, “You know what it feels like to be wanted and to want-”

Geto’s face burned, “satoru-” “If I can’t have her, then I’d rather choke and fucking die.” his hands were shaking, “I want her, no, suguru, you don’t understand I’m in distress. She’s stuck in my mind like a bad record. Sweeter than any candy or dessert you or I could ever buy. I see her everywhere I go outside these damn walls, it’s like- it’s like she’s cursing me….” 

Whatttt the fuck are you doing to this man?

“I wanna know what it takes to make her smile, I wanna know what makes her tick other than me, I wanna feel her in ways that aren’t friendly to my mind—that’s how deep she drives me, my mind, it plays her back in the most dangerous positions-”

“Satoru-”

“Doggy, reverse, pinned against a wall, in my shower, on my couch, in my car, in my room, on my floor-”

“Satoru!” 

“On your bed, that one was a weird wet dream, but it was nonetheless enjoyable cause your sheets smelled like her and you-”

“SATORU!?”

“She’s a bad drug…I wanna take her—get addicted. God, when we break up, I’m going to a mental hospital-”

“S-satoru, please let me go-” 

“Suguru, this woman, she needs my last name, she needs to have my son! Yes, my son, I see no daughter in our future because of how hardheaded his mommy is~”

“Satoru, PLEASE!”

“Ohh, but what if it’s a girl~ then I’ll have two angry little ladies with foul little mouths, they’ll be twins. Telling me off for not picking her up from school on time, or our daughter telling me off for not using my girl voice when playing with her dolls-” “SATORU, IF YOU UDDER ANOTHER WORD- please…” 

Oh no, he broke Suguru—Gojo pulled away, muttering sorry, but Geto raised his hand to his lips, “ZIP!” pulling his hand across his mouth aggressively, before pulling his finger over his lip, “No- no more talking, no more. You’re scaring me, and also…mmm, turning me on, and that’s weird within itself! Second, ew, you think about me in your dreams!? Why!? And I don’t wanna even wanna shed light on your weird, freaky, very sexually graphic, and somewhat wholesome view of your co-workers.” 

Suguru tried to adjust himself on the desk, while Gojo took a couple of very needed steps back to lean on a desk. Geto smoothed his hands over his hair, trying to catch his breath. That was intense, even for him. Gojo was over the top crazy, yes, sometimes he had his ‘loose nerve endings’ with Geto, but never has it gone thisss far.

Asking to kill people is one thing, killing people is one thing too, but to go this in depth and that hard was far beyond Geto’s bestfriend code, this was something for Shoko to handle—she’s an actual girl, Geto was freeballing in that pink trying his hardest to keep his friend at bay, but he failed to realize his bestfriend was already titanium shipwreck deep in your waters, trapped in a prison realm refusing to leave, even with the exit sitting RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

AND HE THINKS ABOUT HIM IN HIS SLEEP, WHAT TYPE OF FRIENDS ARE WE!? NOW HE WAS HARD, EMBARRASSED AND VERY VERY WORRIED ABOUT THE NEXT TIME GOJO SAW YOU IN THE HALLS.

After taking a deep breath, he turned his violet eyes to blue quartz that glowed with lust. “Alright, alright, alright—*Ahem*, al-alright. Listen, Gojo, please, for a second—put your dick down, and pick up your brain, screw it in, and Talk. Normally.”

Gojo nodded his head, running his hand through his hair before throwing him a cool smile, “Okay, suguru~” 

“DON’T- don’t call me that right now…” he tried to shake it, “I want you to talk with your heart AND YOUR MIND… maybe, AND I’M NOT SAYING NOW- because you are wayyy too wound up right now— but maybe, she’ll start talking to you more.. Again, stop being such an asshole and actually talk to her like she’s human and not-”

Geto motioned towards him, making that face you usually make when someone says something wildly outrageous, “like what suguru~”

“LIKE THAT- like a fucking wet dream…or treating her like she’s a curse… because then you might accidentally fuck around and make her one with those pent up emotions- THAT, you need to keep in the back of your filthy fucking mind….”, “Because that—that was too much…”

Gojo let out a sigh, fooling around with his blindfold, staring at the floor in front of him. What he felt for you was too much for even the great Suguru—then why on earth would he think you could handle it? He’d explode on you; that’s why he teases you. 

If he doesn’t, he feels like he’d shatter, and his emotions would rain down on you in broken shards—and what if you didn’t feel the same about him? And someone else came and scooped you up, maybe someone like Nanami or Geto, or some rough bastard like Toji…, and he’d kill and start a war if any of those bastard curses Suguru hung around wanted to look your way. 

That’s why he balled them up, stuffed them in his pocket, and pushed on with teasing and playing around your head—arming his kids with stupid little arrows of gossip, because he knew you wouldn’t hurt them, and bring that sweet sugary ass right his way to fire off a bunch of naughty words you thought about on your way to him. 

And that lil’ hitting shit you liked to do was adorable—cause your hands felt like fluff, but those nails are what did it for him. You had such a knack for scratching and kicking when your hands couldn’t reach, or your assorted pens, notebooks, studyguides or shoes wouldn’t do it—and today was a purse~

He’d turn it off as soon as those nails came out.

He’d give the world to feel them rake down his back, around his throat, tugging his hair, scratching snow, leaving deep, ugly lines that healed into the sexiest battle scars, and he’d be so fucking proud. 

The pride was too great, the honored one wasn’t willing, “Nah, I got this-” Before Geto could speak, Gojo was already out the doors, “Bye bye Getooo~ Nice talk, or would you like Suguru now~?”

Dumbfounded, shut up bitch, Geto sighed, “Just great… it’s like he hadn’t heard a thing I said…” 

Gojo hummed a short tune, walking down the halls in bliss. He stopped short of your class; he could hear your voice, soft yet stern. He crept up on the doors, carefully slipping the door open enough to watch you. 

“And as you know, curses hold onto emotions; some can be born from strong feelings of grief, anger, depression, and sometimes, love… In Yuta’s case…” 

You traced a lazy chibi of a rika, circling it before tapping the chalk on the board, “Let’s remember not to be like this when someone you love dies…No offense, of course, but let’s keep our emotions in check when we’re out on the battlefield, yeah?”

The kids applauded you. It was adorable. Gojo leaned on the wall, taking a deep, loving sigh, “You still got it…so fuckin’ hot.” 

You were the calmer, less insane part of the school; your classes were so chill, you offered snacks, sometimes you’d let them rest after a long mission, have them help you out with tiny lesson plans that would be more interactive for their sake—you never went, it was against conduct—but you enjoyed their happiness when they came back. Giving them high-fives, hugs, or even secret field trips off campus, the school would definitely know about it if Gojo didn’t throw a flag- or a knife, on a couple oldheads plates.

And the kids treated you like a mother, sometimes you’d take them to the field to study, and they were all over you, on some mother goose shit—gojos words not mine—they literally flocked behind you like waddling lost duckies following their mother.

When Yuji, Maki, or Megumi came to you with thick heads filled with horrid thoughts, you were a comfort master—you addressed the problem and let the emotions run. If they were angry, you let them be angry, if they were sad, you let them cry and scream, if they were feeling on Gojo's level of hatred, then you let them rot it out until they felt like talking. 

You never took a side that would hurt them, but still, you tried to put logic behind some of the possible motives to make them see it differently. 

They never left your class until they were smiling or at least not feeling the way they came in—then you’d send them off with a snack and a hug. 

Why weren’t you having his kids? Fuck, remember what Suguru said. 

“Yooo! Gojo sensei” 

The door slid open, Yujis bright, stupid face covering your angry expression, leaning around his shoulder, “whatcha doin’ hangin round momma [names] class like a creep?”

Megumi groaned, “Can you please stop calling her that? For the second time today, and not in front of him of all people.” 

“Oops..”

Gojo straightened up, meeting your eyes, don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile—Fuck—he was already doing it, “Heyy gorgeous, just came by to see how things were goin’!” 

You turned around, gripping your lesson planner, trying to remember how hard you worked on it, how long it took to patch, glue, write, and sticky-note everything in it. You gritted your teeth, “It’s going how it always does, Satoru—and Yuji, sit down.” 

Yuji turned around, heading back to his desk, hanging his head, “Sorry ma- miss-”

You couldn’t help how your shoulders fell. You took a deep breath, “No, no, it’s fine, you just saw your favorite teacher tis all.” You softened your voice, turning back to face him and all his shitty glory, “What’s up?”

“As I said, just observin’~ Also, I’m definitely not their favorite, unlike you, miss ma’am.” he shot you a wink that made your skin crawl. You swallowed those bad words trying to crawl up your throat and forced a smile, “Yeah, yeah. I might be, but you still seem to catch everyone's eye…even mine, even when I don’t want to see you, here you come…”

Dammit, [name] chile.

Gojo laughed, not even shocked. Yuji, on the other hand, was muttering, “What? I could sense him; he’s got a real strong aura… Even Megumi whispered something bout him feelin’ Gojo sensei lingering around ‘somewhere’, I just happened to catch him.” 

“Shut. Up.” 

Nobara butt in, “What? No, you could just see his creepy ass standing in the hallway with that weirdo smile and those creepy blue eyes he uses when he’s creepin’ on mama [name]-”

Megumi yelled, “For the last time, STOP CALLING HER THAT INFRONT OF THAT CREEP!” 

Yuji and Nobara were in agreement, nodding their heads, popping conspiracy theories, and you were right, they fuckin’ knew…

“This definitely had sumthin’ to do with the date thing-”

“Yeah, think Gojo sensei got rejected?”

“Nah, nah, maki said she heard some ‘Aggresive arguing’ go down in Mr.geto’s room, apparently Gojo sensei was goofin’ bout the date AND she was throwing mad hands at him for it, going off on a tandem about beating him up AND ANDDDD his infinity bounced her purse straight out the window! URGH! STUPID GOJO!!! There goes my twenty bucks!” 

Yuji gasped, “What else!?”

“Huh? Oh maki said after Miss [name] came out, she left to comfort her, and now we’re here-”

“WHERE!? WHERE DID YOUR MOTHERS DROP YOU ON YOUR GODFORSAKEN HEADS!!??” Megumi shouted, sending Nobara and Yuji shouting back.

The class was in disarray, no thanks to Gojo—now you had to calm them down, and your nerves while dealing with his annoying ass. 

Gojo, on the other hand, was losing his mind, his body was cramping in the wrong ways, and for some weird reason, he was getting really hard. 

You looked so- fuck, what’s the word, demanding? No, Dominant—yeah, that was it. You were talking them down like they were mere baby-sized hims, but you just looked so fucking hot being angry.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip, Fuck tell me off like that.

“Hey, hey, shut the fuck up! Shut up, hush, ya’ll have heard worse, now shut up!” You stood there frowning.

“Jesus, no one should have to tell ya’ll to shut up like that, and Megumi isn’t lying. Also, that twenty is MINE. Taught you both better than that, and also, why the hell are y'all betting on us anyways? That’s so fucked up, you don’t see me betting on, ‘who can remember to bring their homework?’ with Nanami, do you?”

A woman of power, a woman to ruin his life, his pockets, and damn well his reputation. Ugh, he wanted that.

“Sorry miss [name].” they all said in unison, settling back into their seats. Gojo pulled his hands over his front, trying not to look anything other than normal. “Is there something you needed?” 

He looked around your classroom for a quick second, trying to remember at least one thing Suguru said—even if he didn’t want to, something about what Suguru said still clung to his soul. “I was just wanting to come-”

Don’t break your honor, mm, the pride the priddeeeeee- “Apologize about earlier, and also, try reasking you about dinner.”

inhale- MOTHER FUC-

You huffed, “Look, Um, thank you for stopping by and saying sorry, but, can we- talk about this after my classes? I really don’t have time for your charades after today… and don’t come in here with any bullshit, please, I’m begging.”

Oh?

OH!? 

“Oh-” 

Oh? 

“Oh?” 

Gojo straightened his face, trying to hide the excitement boiling behind his eyes. That was easy, thank god for Sugurus, although he kinda wondered what would’ve happened if he kept his pride. 

He turned around, heading back out the door before anyone could get a bright idea and stir something up. Such a short interaction, really, he felt like he was there for mere seconds—he could feel it, start to rise from his stomach, that constriction begin to rise, he shook his head, holding his throat tight, “mm-mm, not yet.” he shuddered, walking back to Geto’s class hoping he wouldn’t be there so he didn’t have to tell him he sucked it up and apologized to you. 

You dreaded seeing him and hearing about this from Geto or anyone else, ugh—you just wanted to cut the convo short, tell him no, get it off your chest, go home, wash the day off, and top it with a nice shot of something strong. 

Nanami was right, this job wasn’t for the damn weak when you’re dealing with Satoru fucking Gojo.

The morning glazed over into afternoon, the sun bled to orange rays across a purple sky that settled in your classroom. The school seemed much quieter than usual. You were fixing your desks and wiping them down for the day, because you weren’t feeling up to grading papers.

Then came the slide of your doors, you didn’t have to guess it, “Satoru-” 

You turned around in time to see him closing the door. He stalked over to you, ignoring your question. ”Satoru- listen about that dinner thing, and what happened today-”

He grabbed your chin, pushing you up against the desk. Your cleaner went left—your hand flew to his chest, gripping his uniform to steady yourself, “Satoru-”

“I can’t keep doin’ this with you-” you snarled at him, “Doin’ what? Boy, let me go-” His grip tightened, his hand fixed itself around your mouth, squeezing your sugary lips closed, smearing your glossy lipstick on his palm, “Shut up, m’so sick o’ that attitude, I already apologized for fuckin’ up ya day, just lemme do somethin’ nice for ya’ lil mean ass.” 

You flared, snatching at his chest, “MMHPHM!”

“You’re so cute when you’re angry. Good girl~ keep being angry, but lemme talk for once in your goddamn life without sayin’ something rude to me.” 

You brows furrowed, “Just lemme take you out tonight-”

Your eyes rolled, making him press harder into your waist, “Hush- Now, look, it’s six in the evening—I got us a ten o’clock reservation to give you time to get dressed and fix your attitude. Then we can take a short trip to a nice Five-star hotel somewhere in Shibuya, top floor, with such a perfect view, and champagne with your name on it.”

He released your mouth, allowing you room to reply, “This your version of flirting?”

He scoffed, “Ignorant little bitch till the very end.”

You were bewildered; you couldn’t even be mad at that, giving him his flowers with a laugh. You pushed at his chest, still giggling, “Listen, Gojo, this is all so tempting, but you’re forgetting a little something called, ‘I said it once, I won’t say it again.’”

“And you forgetting a little something called ‘Third times a charm~'”

“Gojo, this is your fifteenth, yes, your fifteenth try.” You giggled past him, bending down to pick up your cleaner. Gojo turned around, cocking a smug grin at your ass, “C’mon, we both know you don’t really hate me~” 

“Oh, Satoru~ How could I hate you? You’re so annoying and persistent, it makes my heart melt.” 

You were teasing, but Satoru took it to the chest, “You’re so fuckin’ evil sometimes. Why don’t you like being taken care of or even liked? Maybe if you took that plastic dick out ya’ ass and got some real dick in your life, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” 

You were walking over to your desk, trailing your hand over the worn-out wood, chipped away and stabbed at by time and its many students. Your eyes softened, focused on tracing the outline of many scars, the glow cast over your soft expression making you look angelic.

“First off, I’m very well liked by the male staff here—second, I don’t need anyone to take care of me, I make enough here to survive- if you wanna call yourself taking care of me by taking me out, feeding me some mini craft toddler bullshit and then thinking you could dick me down in some hotel with a scenic view, then the dick in my ass is right where it wants to be.” 

You sighed, “I’m not some easy pickings like these other girls you like to flaunt your wealth and that type of dream to entice them to sleep with you.”

Gojo countered it to his best, “No, that’s not- that’s not what I’m doing with you, and second off, those girls are very high-class women of this world-”

“Oh, so what are you doing with me?” you felt your temper rise, “I just wanna see ya’ outside of all that brooding mentality-”

You turned around fully, facing the board. Your face was burning, a part of you wanted to go off, but you were trying to avoid a heartache—but your mouth wasn’t chill; it ran, and it teased, oh, it teased at his feelings.

“So fuck me in a hotel and ask me shitty trivia questions to get a better understanding of the type of shit you can pull on me later?”

“No!”

“Mm, fuck me over Satoru~ then you can leave me in a hotel, flirt with me, and then—radio silent, while you go shove your dick in an oni hole like a slut~!” 

“[name} that’s no-”

“That’s why you came in here like that, it was cute, you had me for a second, until you started talking about that stupid date shit, should’ve just asked me to fuck you, then I wouldn’t have to have my makeup messed up and my outfit crumpled for a cheap front just to ask for a quick lay-”

“GODDAMMIT YOU STUBBORN BITCH, CAN’T YOU SEE A MAN IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO LOVE YOU!?” 

The air went silent. The crisp air filtering in from the open windows offered a light breeze that carried the smell of the world. 

You didn’t turn around. Gojo pressed it, “I’ve been feeling like this for days, months, but you’re so hot in the ass, literally, you just won’t put it down and see it! I get it! I’m an ass, I talk a lotta shit but baby I can back up what I say!”

“You’re so fucking irritating and confusing. I try to be so normal around you, and yet it all falls apart the moment my eyes land on you. I try to say how I feel, but it’s so hard when you get so angry at me when I talk to you like that.”

“When you get so angry at me, I just have to tease you, I have to play with those emotions cause you get so riled up, and it gets me so hard I think about you so much, even when you think of me like trash—I still think of you like of you like a goddess, I see you every waking moment of my day, of my life, I get dressed just to come see you- [Name] honey, baby, I’m obsessed with you.”

He slumped over the desk, trying to hold it for dear life.

What was he saying?

“I need you, real bad, really, really fucking bad—I don’t care how bad you treat me. You deserve to be spoiled, taken care of, showered in affection. Woman, you’re weird, you’re dominant, you're commanding, a pole in the water I desperately cling to when I feel like the waves wanna take me under-”

“When you’re with my students, and they talk, walk, and breathe your air—they just look so at peace with the world, unlike the hell I’m forced to put them through. But you make it so worth it, oohh, you make it worth it for them. You’re soft when they need it, stern when they deserve it, gentle when they demand it.”

“So good. Such a good fucking woman—I’m a bad man, I am, I don’t deserve the gentle side of you or my students—but I pray, I think about her, that woman that takes care of my kids, talks to my bestfriend and talks shit with Shoko and Nanami about me. I need her, please. I need you.” 

His head fell on your shoulder, making you jump. When did he move?

“Please, for the final time, please go out with me tonight…Just let me show you something different, okay?” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, but you didn’t resist, letting him pull you close. “You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever touched, seen, been around, m’sorry if I made you feel like you were, you don’t understand what I’ve done in your name…If these walls weren’t scared of me, they’d talk. And they’d tell you things I’ve done that make a curse like Sukuna seem like a saint.”

Your mouth was dry, he said a lot, and some of it was really fucking deep—for months now, you and Satoru have been mortal enemies till the very end. Everyone knows the bastard gets on your everlasting nerves, and the questions are always the same. 

“Why don’t you transfer to Kyoto?”

“Why do you entertain him?”

And your answers stay the same—you didn’t know— you couldn’t shake him off, something about him just calms a weird nerve in you. The rage and stress this job caused were not for the weak.

And your students couldn’t just abandon them and go across the way to another school. So you use that as your anchor, but was that really it?

They told you that even for a low class, you’d still have to go through long assessments, a few basic training lessons, long legal work, and the same mental training to get your emotions right.

Still, emotions were blinding you the moment you laid eyes on them. They cracked through when your students came back injured, you felt your heart race, you started gaining mother instincts, you were always attentive, scared one day one of them wouldn’t come back, sad when they returned to you, even scarier both mentally and physically.

That’s where some of your hate for Gojo stimmed at too—sending these babies out knowing just how dangerous it was. You couldn’t be too mad cause he and the others had to deal with the same damn thing, so you guessed to each his own.

The school was notorious and crude for feeding these children lies to get them to fight their impossible war. 

You try to be their border to reality, taking them out when you weren’t supposed to, so they could enjoy a normal day, giving them snacks and doing other things for them that were completely against conduct.

You didn’t care about the rules when they looked so adorable in a calm state of mind, when they were eager to learn in a normal classroom setting, bright faces filled with so much joy. And they called you mom occasionally, even Megumi, though he never wants to admit it.

You felt you were just being a normal, caring person with a good moral background—you thought Gojo was just a fuckboy who just wanted to play with your heart, mind, and pussy. Now you were being faced with a completely different thing. He was actually being real for once, talking to you like a real person. 

All this time, making you angry, talking down on you like some random bitch, and he was just flirting? All you could do was internally sigh; that was Satoru Gojo for you. Suguru needed to teach him how to talk to a woman properly. 

“Gojo-” “Please, please don’t be mean to me- just say somethin’ nice to me—m’so desperate for you to be nice to me.” 

“...Okay.”

His head lifted a little, icy cold eyes peeking out from your shoulder, “Yeah?” 

“I’ll go out with you- ON ONE CONDITION-”

He was eccentric, lifting you off the ground in a tight hug, your legs dangling, “Anything! Literally anything, baby, I’m all ears! All. Ears!”

“Well, first, I want you to put me down.”

Your heels graced the floor, a sheepish, “Sorry-”

“Like I said, one condition— I’m not fucking you on the first date, so don’t get all touchy-feely or I will leave you where you are and catch a ride home, yes?”

“Don’t say that too soon~” 

“You’re pushin’ it back to a no, second, I’m not dressing fancy, I wear what I want. Cool?” 

“Ice.”

1 point Satoru, 5 points Suguru; such a flex he was definitely calling Suguru to tell him later. 

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Gojo kept looking at his watch—he arrived ten minutes early, standing outside the restaurant looking like a love-drunk fool. But now, you were late by twenty whole minutes. He prayed you weren’t blowing him off—just telling him you’d come. He started getting nervous, pacing back and forth, watching the time tick by achingly slow.

“Sorry, I’m late, had a bit of a ball with traffic-” he turned around, almost taken to the ground by your attire. “You said you weren’t gonna dress fancy-”

You wore a long blue dress that cut off at your shoulders, jewelry adorned your wrists, neck, and hair—from where he stood, he could smell you—something heavy and entirely too sweet, making his mouth water. 

“Um, I’ve worn this dress like thirty times…” You snorted, walking past him, “The reservation still open?”

Gojo straightened up, picking his jaw up and following you in, “Yeah, yeah!”

The night started rough, but that was alright; he was sure he could make up for lost time. You were impressed, the place was nice—the golden hue set across a velvety floor filled with velvet red booths all arranged around a large floor, so many expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, shimmering like stars. 

They even had fish tanks that lined the walls, creating a blue glow filled with the prettiest fish. All around you, waiters and waitresses moved in sync, dressed in sync, professionalism at its finest. 

Still not better than the burger joints or the greasy little hidden gems you find around the district. Amazing, but could never compare. He led you to a booth tucked away in the back, close to a fish tank you had your eyes on since you came in, because there were more than fish, but Jellyfish in there. The two of you sat down, opposite each other by choice. 

Gojo was the first to speak, as always, “So, tell me about yourself.” 

“No, sir-” “Okay, what do you do for fun besides plot different ways to hurt me without infinity on?”

You propped your head up on your hands, “Hmm, finally something fun—I like to plan different incentives for your students when they aren’t being an ass.” 

Gojo let out a soft laugh, “Oh yeah? You know, you should be thanking me a little-”

“Ohhh? Yeah, I should, and why’s that?”

“Becuase i’m the one who keeps the oldheads off ya’ back when they try to come down on you for your ‘Normie Behavior’.” Gojo purred, leaning forward on his elbow, propping his head on his hand too, “You know that’s treason, you could get your license revoked and those pretty little contacts removed, you’re such a baddd girl~”

You snorted, turning your attention to the jellyfish floating your way. It flipped on its muffin top, dragging its long streamer like tentacles in lazy patterns. 

Your eyes were hypnotized, “M’ not bad, I just have a heart for those kids.” Your face softened again, smiling at the pink and red jelly that reminded you of Yuji. all round and brainless, such a Yuji-coded creature, you couldn’t escape those kids even if you tried. 

“They’re awesome, huh?” Gojo noticed you were an aesthetics-wrapped creature. No matter where you were, you always seemed to find some soft little beauty that reminded you of those punks.

You nodded slowly, smiling deeply like they were your very own, “Yeah, they’re amazing—sometimes I get a little stressed when I get those thoughts…The real deep ones, about them not coming back home.”

Gojo could sympathize, “Yeah, but they’re strong kids. They wouldn’t let anything harm them or each other. They got the best teacher around!”

“So they do.” you said that last part with a little soft lean to him that made his heart jump. A waiter came by to serve you drinks as the two of you continued exchanging light banter about the kids or the tedious work around the school. 

You started finding things out about him that made him seem like such a perfect guy compared to how he acted with you—he liked sweets, had a weird infatuation with cats, his best friend, and his kids were the center of his world. 

He also had a deep-seated hatred for the higher-ups; you never saw a man talk about killing a large number of the elderly just to see Megumi or even Yuji smile. To rid evil from this world once and for all and give people like them a chance at normality. As you did, he did vice versa, but it’s not his fault if they get attacked by a couple of curses here and there. 

You were smiling and actually holding a content conversation, no mess, no thrown items—pure bliss, your laughs made his soul bubble, and when you touched his hand, he was on fire. 

You didn’t just touch it, you picked it up, examined every blue vein, pushing and pulling at his knuckles, laying it flat and placing both of yours in it, “You’re hands are so big, must be a pain being this tall and this big, huh?”

His face lit up, a bright red crossing his cheeks—Gojo had a thing for compliments like that, especially about his physique. 

He loved being told he was huge, especially since he knew it well; it was just nice to hear it from someone else—and from you. 

“I like men with big hands, it’s always so nice to hold them, play with them, it’s weird. Like fiddling around with a bear.”Your hands were so small compared to his. He could wrap his hand around both your wrists if he wanted to.

You didn’t even order food, too wrapped up in conversation, and the menu didn’t look appetizing anyway. And Gojo was the first to admit it, “This shits garbage. Why did I bring you here?” he laughed it off, making you giggle a little, “I told you, I wasn’t one for-” “Toddler handcrafted mini plates of bullshit?” He finished your sentence, making your cheeks warm, “Y-yeah, that…Hey, look, I’m sorry for- not noticing you were flirting with me-”

Gojo stopped you, slowly closing his hand around yours, “No need, I wouldn’t call what I did flirting either…I meant it when I said I was sorry, and that you had all rights to be a jackass to me earlier….” 

His face softened, “You’re a sweet woman, I should’ve treated you better. You deserve the world, and if I could do it over, I would’ve told you how I felt from the jump.”

Your heart skipped three beats, his thumb traced tiny circles on your knuckles, staring down at your hands with a sort of tenderness that he only showed to his students when he talked down to them, but this one was softer, passionate, star-struck—almost like he couldn’t believe he was holding your hands in his very palm.

He mumbled, like he was whispering to himself, “Let’s skip the dinner, m’not hungry anyways…” He tugged at your hands, pulling you up from the table, snaking his arm around your waist, holding your other hand while he guided you out. 

You caught one glimpse of the jellfish—there were two now, a bright blue one and a [fave color] one, swirling around each other, and you swore you saw a heart at the end of their streamers. 

Was the universe crazy? Or was it the martini in your system just making illusions to soothe your pacing heart? 

Whatever it was, you were trying desperately… to hold on to it… You wanted this—Gojo—not Satoru the bastard problem child with too much money. But Gojo, the man who spoke like a proud father, talked with compassion and meant his apologies—never teasing, never evil—attentive, caring, compassionate…maybe a little crazy.

This Satoru felt comfortable, even as you walked out on the dazzling streets of Shibuya's busiest district—the world seemed a lot more sparkly, and magical. The aesthetic of night, mixed with the bright lights, and this dazzling man holding your hand like he never wanted to let go. He led you down the busy walkway, heels and toe, giggling up a storm, cracking jokes like he was just old teenage Satoru.

You even got to hear him snort, it was adorable, his nose scrunched, and his lashes fluttered, “Oh my god, you actually sound like a pig!” 

“Do not! I don’t wanna hear that when you snort like one too!” 

“*Gasp* Are you calling me a pig, Satoru!?” 

“*Snort* you started!”

It felt like you hadn’t walked that far, but you happened to walk down a street that made your eyes light up—lights, lights, shimmering, dazzling lights everywhere—your eyes were bewitched. 

You looked so adorable, lost in silly street lights—but they weren’t just lights to you—it was more, it gave you a warm feeling seeing the orangish glow mix with the large buildings' array of lights just washing over the dark sky like stars. 

“It’s a whimsical feeling being out here…And not having to do a thing…Feels, liberating, feels normal.” You turned your head, it’s like he was reading your mind. That’s exactly what you thought, word for word. It must’ve felt great to relax being the top sorcerer and all. 

You were just a mere commoner with an enjoyment for the normal world—but Gojo didn’t have that liberty sometimes…. Sometimes he was ambushed, curses would infiltrate the very vacation spot he tried to enjoy, or another array of things, like meetings about the students.

“Feels great to do what I want, sweet thing. But if you wanna admire the view for real, then follow me~”

He pulled you down that very road until you landed in front of one of those exact buildings you talked about, pulling out a card from his coat pocket and scanning it, “Mm-” you bit your inner lip. 

“I practically own it, you’re good to let loose, not a lot of folks live here…Too expensive.” 

Your eyes widened, pulling your brows back, feigning surprise, “Ohh, well, thank you for letting me know, so where’s your bell boy? Or is that you too?” 

“Ooo, you have an attitude about you, woman, and I love it!” he laughed, “But that was corny as shit-” 

“Shut up.” You punched his shoulder, watching him fake an injured face, then immediately pout at you, whining that you hit him too hard. The two of you wandered around laughing, clinging to each other like you weren’t trying to claw his eyes out mere hours ago.

You two found an elevator, whispering about stupid things while his fingers worked the buttons. When it opens, a soft honeyed glow fills the dim lobby, “Ladies first~” 

What a gentleman, holding your hand above your head as you stepped into the elevator, “How nice of you Sir~” 

His eyes widened at the name, a viscous smile crept across his face, “‘Sir? You callin’ me sir now?”

You could see him in the mirrored walls of, you shot him a quick smile, rolling your eyes immediately after. Your heart was too jumpy for this—what was wrong with you? 

Usually, you’d retort to that, but your shoulders were lax, and he felt like no threat or target—he felt warm, soft, comforting, you wanted nothing more than to be right there in his presence. 

Instead of being angry, you turned to him with a grin, your arms moved, and you stood on your heel-toes. Your hands cupped his face.

As the elevator went up, the shallow Ding~Ding~Ding~ that chirped in the background like a grasshopper in the night. You leaned forward, closer, your chest barely touching his.

His heart was pounding, sweat racing down his temple, eyes focused on your plump lips, wanting nothing more for this to be exactly what he thought. He couldn’t help it, leaning forward to let you get closer. Your face was close to his; he could feel your warmth melting over him, coating his body in a blanket of security that calmed his pulse. 

Your lips were barely grazing his, eyes lidded under pretty lashes that bat so innocently. “Sa-to-ruuu~” your hands slid back into his hair, making him shudder, trying to hold back a whine that threatened to break the moment your nails grazed his undercut. 

Were you actually gonna do it? Were you gonna give his greedy soul what it desired and grace him with those heavenly lips that could cuss and bite at him all day?

He was praying, please, please, please, please-

Only for your head to dip to the side, nuzzling his neck, giggling. His eyes were crazed, and his face was red as fuck. Everything burned, but you kept laughing, giggling, and playing with his hair, “Sorry, was that too much for you?”

His voice came out hoarse, stuttering like a fool, “Y-you’re such a tease.” 

You whispered deep in his ear, “That’s not me, that’s you~”, making his legs weak, 

His hands found their place on your waist, steadying himself against you—you smelled so good, his eyes rolled, so heavenly, seriously beyond his wildest dreams.

His dreams were gonna be soaked like his poor sheets. 

DING~!

“C’mon, we gotta go, silly boy, you still owe me champagne~” you pulled away, taking his wrist in your hand and dragging his lovesick ass outta the elevator and trying to coax a sensible answer to where the room was. 

When you finally made it, you were dragging him by his belt loop, making his brain fry—you were completely different from how you were at the school—whatever he dragged outta you tonight was not the same woman. 

You were so FUCKING HOT! GODAMMIT!

He wished this could last forever, and it could if he just kept up with you—but his brain was doing three-second restarts every time you talked, touched, or even looked at him. 

He was falling for discovering other ways to push your buttons, but with a feather rather than a hammer, like he usually did. You took your heels off, moaning in relief, “Ahh, a flat floor, these things were lowkey killing me down the hallway, can say next time we go out, definitely taking an uber whenever we need to go ‘somewhere’ in shibuya… cause I’m not gonna lie I was having too much fun to even notice the streets we probably walked down to get here.” 

Gojo shrugged off his coat, looking at you in awe as you walked around the spacious room, taking in the tiny island of various alcohols, spirits, and most of all, champagne on fucking ice. 

But what intrigued you the most was past the island, past the rather large bed—you walked right past the large, fluffy couch, and straight to the large glass that stretched across the wall, giving you exactly what Gojo said it would. 

The best view Somewhere in Shibuya, the lights were gorgeous from up there, and the clouds made it no better, swallowing half of the smaller buildings in puffy clouds of their own. You were taken aback, if this was heavan than you would never wanna leave.

Because not only did you have to admit he was right, but you also had to find the time outta your schedule to just have this and this only for at least thirty minutes at a time. 

Gojo snuck up behind you, looking down at the world with you, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You nodded your head in silence, still taking it all in. You reached out, placing your hands against the cold glass surface.

“It’s really pretty, I’m a shamed to say I don’t do stuff like this…Must be nice to have that type of time to do this stuff, huh?”

“I’m the strongest for a reason, but still, I don’t typically enjoy it…Not unless I’m enjoying with someone who sees the beauty and can appreciate it more than I.”

He tilted his head to take in your shimmery eyes, how the city twinkled in them. He hated that he had to pull away, but he did promise you a drink. So with that, he turned around, moving away from the warmth of your body to the cold space beyond it.

“'Bout that drink, baby.” You were still staring down at the city, throwing your head back, “Huh?” making him chuckle. You were indeed a different girl. Head in the clouds and heart in the mind—it was like training a wild cat—a very dangerous task that not even the wildest sorcerer would attempt. 

But Gojo was just as wild, and he managed to do it. He tamed you enough to put the claws down and purr for him. But he still had a long way to go before you were fully his. 

He sat on the couch, beckoning you over. You walked over to the couch, dipping down and crawling over to him- oh GOD WOMAN- stopp, stoppp, you actually looked like a pantheress coming to devour his soul. 

It was driving him; you got close and nuzzled into his side, tucking your feet under you. 

He poured you a tiny glass, handing it to you before pouring his own. He eased back, draping his arm behind you, letting you get closer. He took a sip, letting it wash over his tongue, sizzling in the back of his throat. Sitting in the comfort of pure silence, enjoying each other's timeless company while the world below moved in tandem to the night. 

He felt your chest rise and fall against his rib cage; it was a comforting pressure soothing his side, almost numbing. 

“Satoru, is this what you wanted?” he damn near choked on his drink, setting it down and wiping his mouth, “H-huh!? Whadduya mean 'What I wanted?’”

His eyes were on you as you set your glass down, fixing yourself to face him. 

“I mean, just that, is this all you wanted?” You were leaning closer, hands planted on his lap, “I know I said I wouldn’t fuck you, but I never said I wouldn’t kiss you, you know…”

His face burned again, he could feel it coming for his ears first, slowly spreading down his cheeks and to his neck—your face was inches away from his, “So again, was this, all. You. wanted?” your face inched closer, lips close to his, breath fanning over his shaky one. 

His eyes were caught between your low lids and your lips, Fuckwhatdidsugurusayfuckwhatdidsugurusay- No, fuck it- 

His lips brushed yours, unsure at first, but eventually settling on a slow pace, his eyes fluttered shut, and your lipstick stained his rosy lips deep blue. Again, you were definitely doing this blue shit on purpose.

Your hand crawled up his chest, tugging him by his collar, deepening the kiss. Gojo’s shaky hands reached for you, sitting up, but never breaking it, to pull you closer to him. 

It was numbing his mind, drowning out his thoughts. You pulled back, breathing heavily, running your other hand through his soft locks. He threw you a shaky smile, “You taste sweeter than I could ever dream- and you gotta be doing this blue thing on purpose, baby cause if you think it pisses me off, then your head's screwed on backwards.” 

You laughed at him, pulling him closer, looping your fingers through his loose locks, making him hum against your neck, dragging butterfly kisses along your naked shoulder, “You’re so sweet, Satoru~”

He snickered, “Do you mean that?”

You nodded your head, making him melt deeper into your touch. His hands ran down your spine, letting you play with his hair while he listened to your heartbeat.

Kate Bishop stood outside the Romanoff's apartment, her heart pounding like she had just finished a marathon.

She nervously adjusted the grip on the bouquet of roses in her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon tied around the stems.

Clint’s voice echoed in her mind, trying to reassure her. “Come on, Kate, just do it. What’s the worst that could happen? Nat and Yelena like you, right?”

But as she stood at the door, every possible worst-case scenario played through her mind.

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was terrifying enough on a good day.

Add in her younger sister Yelena, who was just as deadly and even more unpredictable, and Kate’s nerves skyrocketed.

This wasn’t just about facing the Romanoff sisters,this was about Y/N, the person she’d been crushing on for what felt like forever.

Y/N wasn’t just another person.

She was the one who made Kate’s heart race every time they hung out, the one who made her feel like the world wasn’t as chaotic as it seemed.

Now, standing at the door, Kate was about to take the biggest risk of her life, asking Y/N out on a date.

When Kate finally summoned the courage, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The sound echoed in her ears, almost too loud, as if the universe was amplifying her anxiety.

She waited, her mind racing, until she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from inside the apartment.

The door opened, and there stood Natasha Romanoff. “Hi, Kate,” Natasha greeted, her voice neutral but her eyes sharp.

She glanced down at the bouquet in Kate’s hands, then back up at Kate’s face, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Kate swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Uh, hi, Nat. I was, um, I was wondering if Y/N is home?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly, considering the question. “Maybe. Why do you ask?” Her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying protectiveness that made Kate’s stomach twist.

“Because I, um... I wanted to talk to her,” Kate managed to say, her voice wavering despite her best efforts to sound confident. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

Natasha studied Kate for a few moments longer, the silence stretching out until it felt almost unbearable. “Y/N!” she called over her shoulder. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she heard the sound of another door opening and closing inside the apartment.

A few seconds later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Kate standing there with the roses.

“Hey, Kate,” Y/N said with a smile, her presence immediately soothing some of Kate’s nerves. “What’s up?”

As Natasha took a step back, giving them space as she walked away.

Kate forced herself to focus on Y/N, who was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and affection.

This was the moment she had been building up to, the one she had spent countless hours thinking about, and now that it was here, the words seemed to catch in her throat.

“I, um, I got roses,” Kate blurted out, holding out the bouquet awkwardly.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Of course, Y/N could see that. The roses were right there.

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can see that,” she said, her voice warm.

Kate’s face flushed, and she quickly tried to recover. “I mean, I got these roses for you,” she corrected herself, feeling like her nerves were turning her brain to mush. “I, um, I couldn’t find your favorite flowers, so I got these instead. I hope that’s okay.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she reached out to take the roses from Kate’s trembling hands.

“They’re perfect, Kate,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against Kate’s as she accepted the flowers.

Kate felt her heart do a flip at the contact, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had come this far—she couldn’t back down now. “So, I was wondering... if you’d like to go out with me?”

"Like on a date?" Y/N asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yes! Can I take you out on a date?” Kate responded quickly, her voice full of hope and nervous energy.

At first, Y/N didn’t respond, and the silence felt like it stretched on forever. But then Y/N’s expression softened, and she nodded. “I’d love to, Kate,” Y/N replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Kate’s heart soared, and she couldn't help the grin spreading across her face. “Great,” she said, barely able to contain her excitement. “Are you free on Friday?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, Friday works for me.”

“Friday at 6?” Kate suggested, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“Friday at six sounds perfect.”

“Great! I mean, awesome!” Kate stammered, unable to hide her excitement. “I’ll pick you up then?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N said, her smile brightening even more. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Kate’s grin was so wide it hurt, but she didn’t care. “Me too,” she said, feeling like she was walking on air. “okay, I’ve got to go do something—training. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Goodnight, Bishop,” Y/N said with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Romanoff,” Kate replied, turning to leave, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement as she walked away.

As she made her way down the hallway, Kate couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, catching one last glimpse of Y/N standing in the doorway, still holding the roses with that same warm smile on her face. It was a sight that would keep Kate smiling all week.

~

Other Frankie distressed after seeing Lucky’s alive: You. . . You’re gone. . . I watched you disappear. . . This isn’t real!

Birthday Wishes: When Did This Happen

Author: @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: It’s Halloween night and Eddie has plans under the blood moon. But he doesn’t count on Chrissy having the same ones.

Hello my dear! I'm so sorry to hear of your sweet heart so broken! I will do my best to rec you some goodies!

I must warn you, I often tell people my angst-meter is broken and for similar reasons I think my fluff-meter is broken. 😂 But I will share with you some lighthearted reads I turn to when I most need them, and hope they bring you as much comfort as they bring me. 💛

First and foremost I'll start with some sneaky, shameless self-recs. I find family fics often have feel-good vibes, so I have rec lists for Snarry Raises Teddy and Family Fics you can check out. I also have some fluffy (for me!) fics of my own: Domestic Bliss (Snarry Style) series, The Gift of Love, and The Christmas Prince.

And with that...let's carry on with the proper recs, shall we? I do hope at least some of these fit your needs! (And lmk if you want the M & E rated version at some point!)

Sending you all of my love and hugs!!!! 🤗💛

Marinette trying to control her breath.   It wasn’t so much that it hurt… okay, yes, it hurt.  She was in a lot of pain.  But the physical pain was nothing compared to the anxiety from being back in a hospital.  She had tried to avoid coming here, she really had.  She put it off as long as she could but when she started to lose feeling in her fingers, she had to finally acknowledge that she needed help.

She had thought it was the best choice at the time, but now she was here, in the waiting room, waiting, jumping at every scratch of a chair on the floor and clink of metal against metal, and she was reconsidering her decision.  She could surely wait until the next day, right?  She would be fine through the night until she could see a doctor in a regular, non-hospital office tomorrow, right?  Designers don’t need to be able to move all their fingers, right?

She nodded determinedly to herself.  Yep.  That made sense.  She stood up and took a step toward the exit but crashed into a wall of muscle with a pained whimper, collapsing in pain.  She didn’t even brace herself for the floor, too focused on the sharp, debilitating pain shooting through her arm and into her chest.

“Woah.  Sorry, Little Lady.”  The wall of muscle crouched down next to her, concern clear in his voice.  “Did I hurt you?  Are you okay?”  He tried to duck his head down to get her attention but gave up quickly when he noticed her eyes were closed.  He refused to abandon her in her moment of pain though, hovering close but giving but still giving her enough space so she knew he wasn’t trying to crowd her.

Her father had been running her ragged with meetings, parties, dances, concerts, lessons, and a dozen other things all week. Finally she’d had enough and Weiss decided to talk back to him. That earned her father’s ire almost immediately.

Five minutes later she quickly left her father’s study and speed walked down the halls, her left cheek red and several tears rolling down her face. She ran into Klein just as she was about to get to her room. He asked what had happened in that sweet caring way of his. She just told him she wished to be left alone and slipped into her room. 

A few minutes later she was just softly crying on her bed when she heard her door open. Weiss sniffled and tried to compose herself a little. “K-Klein, I asked to be left alone.”

“Mr. Sieben told us Ms. Weiss.” 

That feminine voice was definitely not Klein’s or any of his personalities. Weiss looked over to see Pyrrha standing in her room smiling softly at her, with Jaune closing the door behind them. “Oh, hello Pyrrha. Jaune. W-what are you two doing here?”

Pyrrha’s smile turned a little bit awkward. “We heard you had another… trying day with your father…”

Jaune walked over from the door to stand next to Pyrrha. “We came to see if there might be some way we could help cheer you up. If you want.” 

Weiss was about to politely decline, they shouldn’t have to feel like that they needed to make her feel better. It was her father’s fault after all. 

But… she would greatly appreciate it.

“That’d be nice. Thank you Pyrrha. Thank you Jaune.”

Jaune and Pyrrha smiled at their mistress and moved towards her bed to do their duty.

That’s how the three of them ended up in Weiss’s bed. Pyrrha had her arms gently wrapped around Weiss, holding her close. Weiss’s back was pressing softly into Pyrrha’s bare breasts. They were admittedly bigger than Weiss’s own, but very soft and warm to rest against. Pyrrha also had to admit her cool back felt nice against her boobs. 

On the other side of the Schnee heiress, Weiss had her legs spread open and Jaune was between them, gently yet eagerly eating her pussy. His lips brushed along her nether regions while his tongue caressed her insides. Jaune’s warm mouth sent shivers up Weiss’s body. It felt very nice against her comparatively cooler skin.

As Jaune’s tongue made Weiss’s voice hitch and moan lightly, Pyrrha’s hands reached up and started to cup and play with Weiss’s own petite chest. Pyrrha still had on her long arm gloves, so the fabric slid smoothly and teasingly over the small mounds and nipples. While her hands had their way with the heiress’s breasts, Pyrrha gently whispered the sweetest things she could think of into Weiss’s ear.

“Your voice is marvelous.”

“Your hair is like freshly fallen snow.”

“Your skin is flawless. Even your scar is beautiful.”

“The determination you put into everything is incredible.”

They were simple, but genuine. Pyrrha just kept listing off all the good things she could about Weiss as they pleased her. Weiss had lost her sorrow a while ago, but she was all too thankful they were still going.

“J-Jaune. Your tongue is a-amazing.” Weiss’s breathless praise made Jaune double his efforts. He placed his hands under her thighs and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth. This got a gasp of surprise from Weiss as she slid forward on her bed, and they delighted moans as Jaune’s strong tongue reached even deeper in her pussy. 

Though since Weiss had slid forwards, her head was down resting right between Pyrrha’s beautiful breasts. And Pyrrha’s giggle as she made no move to adjust her mistress and just continued to rub her boobs showed that she quite liked their new position. Weiss had to admit she did too. Pyrrha’s chest made for wonderful pillows. So soft, yet firm enough for some resistance.

For two minutes they stayed in this new position, with faint moans and whines from Weiss. Until, “P-Pyrrha! J-Jaune! I-I-Iiiiiieeee!” Weiss squeaked and felt herself cum. Her juices went on Jaune’s face and her bed. The pale skin of her face was very noticeably pink and she panted lightly as her long whine died down.

Jaune kept his mouth on her pussy as she came. He only pulled away when she finished, His lips glistened slightly as he smiled at Weiss. She couldn’t see it, but Pyrrha was sending a similar smile to her from behind her. 

They stayed in silence while Weiss calmed herself down. Her breathing slowed and her blush faded. She gulped, then spoke to her maid and butler. “That was amazing. Thank you very much Pyrrha and Jaune.”

Pyrrha kissed the side of her head. “It was our pleasure Weiss. We prefer to see you happy.”

Jaune placed his hand gently on her thigh. “It’s true. You should never be sad.”

Weiss teared up a little as she heard the affection in their voices. “Thank you. You both are too sweet.” It was quite, but Pyrrha and Jaune easily heard it. 

Jaune scooted up closer and placed his own arms around Weiss and hugged her. “We just give you the affection you deserve.”

Pyrrha shifted to the other side of Weiss, letting her lay all the way back down on her bed. “Now I believe some rest would do you some good Ms. Schnee. You’ve had a long week.”

Weiss nodded, already feeling the fatigue from coming down from her orgasm high. “I suppose you are right. I do feel slightly exhausted.”

That was an understatement. Not even ten seconds after her head rested on her pillow, her eyelids fluttered and she slipped off to sleep. The rough week she just had finally behind her.

Pyrrha and Jaune smiled gently at peacefully sleeping Schnee. They hated watching her get upset because of her father, if he could be called that. As long as they’d worked for the Schnee family, they had never once seen Jacques do anything remotely what a father should. They both had wonderful parents and it hurt to see Winter, Weiss, and Whitely not get that same love and affection. They were able to help Ms. Willow out and start actually raising her kids, but Jacques was a lost cause it seemed.