s4toryuu

[s4toryuu]

daddy, i look like you! 

synopsis: he finds his child imitating him and his job, he gets cuteness aggression. 

character/s: dad! zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus

warning/s: rafayel’s is heavily inspired by the hyperpigmentation tiktok, (y/n) is barely in here, rafayel calls his baby gup/guppy bc i think it’s cute sue me

note/s: my baby fever got too real w this one

zayne: daughter, aged 5

zayne pushes the bridge of his glasses up to his nose as he sighs and ruffles his hair. it was unlike him to be visibly stressed out as his reputation knows him to be calm, collected, and cool. however, with the onslaught of paperwork and influx of hunters and civilians visiting the hospital, it was a surprise that zayne still had all his hair intact. 

he gazes at the piles of paper, the words starting to move and blur the longer he stared at it. he sighs and takes off his glasses, accidentally placing it on the table with a slight slam. 

 today, zayne wishes to not think about work. 

the stressed out doctor needs a nap. surely, he deserves one, right? 

you knocked on the door gently, not wanting to disrupt if he were doing something important. he opens his tired eyes and looks at you with an inquisitive expression. 

“is everything alright, darling?” his voice was hoarse, having not opened it for a few hours and his back straightened up as you looked at him with a smile. 

“zia needs your help with something.” his brows quirk at the mention of your daughter. he nods, standing up and meeting you by the doorframe, ready to help with whatever his daughter needs. 

“we’re wosing him!” he hears your daughter yell dramatically as her chubby hands were on top of one another and pushing down on the snowman plushie that was twice her size. you couldn’t even see her hands, she was wearing– no, drowning in zayne’s old akso coat and her short arms were definitely not long enough to fit past half of zayne’s sleeve. 

zayne’s lips were quirking as he looks at the dramatic scene unfold right in front of him. 

“nurse penguin, go up the dosage by 5.000 miwigrams!” she yells at the penguin dressed like an astronaut that comically fell with a dull thud. zayne has no idea where’s she’s getting the severely inaccurate medical jargon from, but it was still amusing to see.

“noooo!” she wails before she realizes that you and zayne were watching her with matching endeared expressions. 

“dada, i mean– doctor zayne, he’s not gonna make it!” zia says, pouting and zayne almost wants to laugh at the way his daughter’s eyes were tearing up, clearly waaaay too invested in her little roleplay. 

“what seems to be the issue, doctor zia?” 

“he’s melting! i don’t know how to stop, we’re losing him, dada!” zia whines and zayne smiles before shaking his head, not wanting to believe that there has come a point in time where he’s perform resuscitation acts on a plushie but he finds himself pressing on the soft body of the plush and counting in succession before he turns on a fan nearby. 

he waits for a few seconds before he raises the plushie to cover his head and move the chubby arms of the snowman. 

“thank you, doctor zia! you saved me!” zayne said in a high pitched tone and you almost wanted to squeal at how adorable the scene is as zia jumps and hugs the plushie, giggling at the way zayne makes the plushie hug her back. 

when zia clutches on tightly, zayne finally lets go, placing a quick kiss on his daughter’s cheek and heads over back to you with a smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead and looks at zia playing with her plushies once more, his previous headache definitely gone. 

the both of you looked at each other and laughed as zia glared at the astronaut penguin. 

“nurse penguin, you’re fired.”

poor penguin. 

 xavier: sons, 8. daughter, 4 

on the contrary, ever since xavier became a father, he was definitely more and more active. he’s been taking them out on walks, buying them ice cream and definitely using their cuteness against you as they unfortunately inherited their father’s puppy eyes and plump pout. 

xavier is definitely a present father as he went as far as taking weeks off just to ensure that his children don’t feel like he’s putting being a hunter above them because god only knows how untrue that statement was. 

unfortunately, you, being a lower ranking hunter do not get the same time-off benefits as your husband so there come times where you’ll be assigned to missions lasting days or weeks at most and xavier will be the sole parent responsible for the time being. 

but xavier never made you feel as though he were lacking in being a father. 

however, as you were unfortunately assigned to a mission in a different city, xavier was woken up to his baby girl crying. 

it was almost comical how quick he got up and ran to the source of the pained cry. 

“no, no. don’t cry, please! i’m sorry. you can hit me back, i won’t get mad, i swear!” he hears his eight year old son, leo, say in a hushed voice to their little sister who he was trying to calm down as he rocked her in his arms. he can see the other twin in front of leo and was also trying to calm their little sister down. 

“please, stop crying, i’m sorry…” his second son, milo, says, voice wobbly as he’s visibly distressed. 

“no, i hate you!” stella yells back, punching at her brother’s chest. 

from what xavier could see, the living room was a clean mess. a few thrown pillows were scattered but nothing of a major clean up. he could also see the toy sword that he bought leo thrown to the side, the rainbow LEDs flickering in bright colors, indicating that leo was using it and xavier was a smart man. he knew what happened but he wanted to hear leo and milo's side as to why stella is crying. 

“what happened?” he asks in a soft voice, his sudden appearance making leo and milo jump as they looked at their father with wide and teary eyes. 

“dad!” xavier hums as he walks and sits by them, stella, at the sight of her father, wails louder and makes grabby hands at him. leo carefully transfers his little sister to his father’s arms, stella quiets down and sniffles on xavier’s chest. 

“i’m sorry! we were playing wanderers and i accidentally hit her too hard.” leo admits, looking down, his fists clenched and xavier could see the tears falling from his son’s head, down to his folded up thighs. milo nods, confirming the story. 

“stella didn’t want to, but we still forced her to play because we wanted to have fun with her. we’re sorry, dad.” milo continues, comforting his twin– who was definitely a lot more sensitive, on the side.

xavier secures one arm on his daughter’s back and the other patting his son’s shoulders. 

“didn’t i say last time that stella is still too young to be rowdy with you boys?” they both nod guiltily. 

“we’re sorry, dad.” leo apologizes,  xavier shakes his head. 

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” xavier gestures to stella who was peeking from his chest, looking at her older brothers warily. 

“we’re so sorry, stella.” the twins say with regret, stella looks from her father, to her brothers who were anticipating an answer. stella, being young and never holding a grudge, nodded her head and her brothers basically tackled her into a hug, apologizing once more profusely. 

xavier smiled at the scene and took a look at the swords splayed around in the living room once more before an idea pops into his head. 

he calls for his children's attention before he walks sluggishly, almost like a zombie. 

“the three of you can team up. i’ll play wanderer. try and defeat me.” xavier proposes and with the three smiles that confirmed his proposal, he spent the rest of his afternoon play-fighting with his children. 

the moment you came home, you saw them all huddled together on the living room floor, sound asleep. xavier hugging his twins on either side of his arms and stella laying on his chest. 

you definitely had a new wallpaper after that. 

rafayel: daughter, 8

the lemurian painter, when he found out that he was a dad-to-be, for lack of a better term, exploded in colors. everything that had something to do with the baby, it had to be colorful. 

the nursery walls? painted a vibrant blue with corals and sea creatures smiling, the onesies? all the cutest color combinations he could think of, any color would work! colors in gender– when talking about a baby, definitely did not exist to him as he ensured his baby guppy will grow up appreciating and loving color.

now, eight years later, rafayel is stuck in a dilemma. while he knew that his kid would inevitably inherit his taste for the arts, he knew that honing his daughter’s skills in painting would take time. 

“raf?” you called for him and he put his paintbrush down, paint smeared on his cheek as he gave you a serene smile. 

“yeah?” 

“mira wants to show you something.” you say with a smile that’s almost alarming but before he could ask, you move to the side, your daughter enters the art room, holding a piece of canvas paper in her hands. 

“what’cha got there, ‘gup?” he turns to his stool, staying seated as his height is taller than her daughter standing. mira looks at her artwork and bites her lip, shy. 

rafayel has been waiting for this moment all his life. he never wanted to rush mira’s artistic process, when mira expresses her interest in the arts then that’s when he’d step in because when that happens, rafayel knows it’s out of passion for the craft and not for the sake of following in his footsteps, so to have this moment right now is almost monumental to him. 

“i…” mira trails off before she faces the paper down and pushes it to rafayel’s hands. 

“i drew you.” rafayel’s heart melted right there and then as he giggles. “you drew me? my guppy drew me? why wouldn’t she? her father is the most handsome, i know i’ll look the best in your draw—” rafayel was at a loss for words. 

for the lack of a better term… the drawing was… something. 

his head was waaaay too big and his arms weren’t proportionate, his eyes were bulging out the outline of the head and mira even went as far as drawing sea creatures. somehow, reddie, the family’s pet fish was more decent looking than him. 

“oh.” rafayel’s smile dropped as he sees the drawing before his lips curl up and you can see him physically restraining himself from laughing out loud. with that, you couldn’t help but turn around and finally let your shoulders shake, soundless laughter leaving your chest as you couldn’t help but fall on your knees. 

“i knew you wouldn’t like it.” mira’s voice wobbles and that snaps rafayel back into reality as he sees his daughter pouting, she tried grabbing for the paper and rafayel shakes his head fast. 

“no, no! i love it. you can definitely see that it’s me!” rafayel reassures, a few chortles leaving his lips as he looks at the image once more. 

“oh… where were you when the mermaids were sculpting my statue…” he says, still trying not to laugh as much as he wanted to. 

don’t get him wrong, he’s knows it’s no picasso and that mira is obviously a beginner, but his reaction was rooted from downright adoration that his daughter drew a picture of him when she knows she doesn’t know enough of the basics to cover it, knowing that mira was interested in drawing– the arts, was enough to have him all giggly and on cloud nine. 

“i don’t think it looks good…” rafayel immediately shakes his head once more. “it’s looks fantastic, what are you talking about!”

“then why’s mama laughing?” rafayel doesn’t want to look at you in fear that he’d burst out laughing himself as he perched his daughter on his lap. 

“mama doesn’t know what she’s talking about! did you know, you draw fish better than your mama.” mira perks up at the praise. 

rafayel nods, affirming his statement as he now sees the glint in her eyes, the same color as his. 

“yeah, with a bit of practice, you’ll be better than me!” mira was now excited, feeling giddy at her father’s praise. 

“how about this. you draw your mom next then i’ll teach you how to paint, do you want that?” mira nods excitedly before she bolts out the door, preparing to draw you in the same way she drew rafayel. 

“was drawing me necessary?” you say as you wiped the tears of joy on your face. rafayel finally lets out a laugh. 

“if i get an abstract portrait, so do you.”

sylus: daughter, 7

the big bad leader of onychinus was tired. he just finished up a meeting with one of the underground syndicates that were seeking his alliance. it did not end well for the other party as they were unreasonable with their demands and it was an obvious ploy to overthrow sylus out of his position. 

he gets home to his mansion, greeting mephisto as he trudged along the wide hallways of his abode. wanting to greet his wife, he was surprised when the aforementioned pulls him aside and told him to quiet down. 

sylus raises a brow, yet nothing was of importance to him. at least not before kissing you in greeting so he does just that and you swat his arm– that automatically finds itself wrapped on your waist, he smirks, inhaling your scent as you shush him once more. 

“what's happening, my wife?” sylus asks as he peers over your shoulder to the entryway of his weapon room. 

his eyes widened as he saw his daughter sitting down on the throne-like chair, luke and kieran kneeling before her. 

“do you want to live, yes, no, maybe so?” she giggles and you couldn’t help but snort, knowing that she was just acting like her father. you hear sylus scoff from behind you but he makes no move to intervene. 

luke and kieran play along, begging for their lives in a joking manner. 

“missus, please spare my life! i gave you a chocolate bar when your dad told me not to!” luke pleads. 

“no, missus! spare me. i’m the better looking one!” kieran says, luke nudges kieran and kieran does it right back, causing a little nudge fight to occur with sylus’ right hand men… if he could call them that, they were definitely acting like children. 

your daughter, athena, laughs before she lifts her hand, a weak red linkage tugging at their clothes, it was a weaker version of sylus’ evol but it was still impressive nonetheless. 

luke and kieran play along, pretending as if her evol were making them fly in the air as they make exaggerated “whooaaah” noises. 

“missus, please hear us out!” athena hums before she clears her throat. 

“oki!” she shakes her head, “wait no, that’s not how daddy does it… proceed.” luke and kieran internally coo at their boss’ daughter’s cuteness. 

“how about… i buy you ice cream and candy for one week… or whenever the bossman tells you no.” athena’s eyes sparkle at luke’s suggestion. 

“no, my proposal is better! what if i buy you anything you want if you let me free.” kieran rebuts and athena looks conflicted. 

“princess, don’t think too hard about this.” the two henchmen jump slightly at sylus’ booming voice, athena gasps in happiness as she recognizes the voice. 

“daddy! you’re home.”

sylus smiles at the running child who hugged his waist, greeting him. he kneels down and places a kiss on the crown of her hair. 

“hello, my princess. how was your day?” he effortlessly lifts up his daughter, raising her on his hip as he walks toward the two henchmen who were fearing for their lives, wondering how much sylus heard about them giving athena treats they were not supposed to. 

“it was fun! uncle luke and uncle kieran played with me the entire day!”

“speaking off…” sylus trails off and the men squeak at sylus’ glare. 

“what option do you choose, princess?” athena’s brow furrows and sylus kisses it away. “you have to weigh down what’s more beneficial to you in the long run, sweetheart.” he advises and athena, smart for her age, immediately knows the right answer. 

“uncle kieran’s because it’s not just food?” athena looks at her dad for confirmation and lets out a happy sound once he nods. 

“yay!” 

sylus huffs out a laugh, finding his daughter adorable. she definitely took after you in terms of how easy you were to please but he’d have it no other way. now that playtime was over, luke and kieran casually lounge at the room. 

“how about you go and help mommy out with dinner?” she pouts. “you help too!”

sylus chuckles. “of course, princess.” he puts his daughter down and lets himself be pulled by the tiny being.

luke and kieran released a sigh of relief that they were holding as they saw the father-daughter duo leave the room… only to stand at attention once sylus comes back, his arm being pulled by his daughter. 

“this conversation isn’t done. i’d like to know more about what you were giving my princess even if it wasn’t allowed.”

maybe luke and kieran had to beg for their lives after all.

note/s: dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads! *gunshot*

consider buying me a ko-fi ^^

[s4toryuu]

I feel like Xavier is so much more explicit over text than in person. Like you’d be sitting next to each other or across the room even and he’ll text you something just utterly jaw-dropping and he has that same calm serene expression like always

[s4toryuu]

thinking about babying Xavier in your bed. his head is in your lap, cheek pressed comfortably into your stomach and hes laying between your legs. he's reading an ebook on his phone but its so hard to concentrate when you keep touching him like that.

you'd run your hands through his hair, slowly, and your nails would scrape deliciously against his scalp. you scratch lightly at the back of his neck and cup and carress his cheek with your thumbs. you trail touches along his jaw and his forehead, tracing shapes with your fingertips. at the same time your free hand is riding up his shirt to scratch his back the way he likes, rubbing up and down his spine soothingly.

he hums groggily in acknowledgment. mixed between a half hearted plea for you to stop and a warning that he's about to fall asleep. you dont answer with anything but a hum back and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your voice vibrate comfortingly within your chest. by the time you turn away from the tv to look at him his phone screen is pitch black damn near hanging off the bed from his loose grip. he's knocked clean out.

[s4toryuu]

WEAR HEADPHONES!

NSFW

3 mins of Sylus eating you out and then fucking you.

All audio except for the music comes from the games. No AI.

[s4toryuu]

happy birthday to the one and only 🥳🥳🥳

please watch me | xavier — shen xinghui

kinktober day 12 — reqs open! (no restrictions)

tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, eventual mutual masturbation, sex pollen trope but it’s protocores (on xavier’s part), hella dirty talk, shy but desperate !xavier, a little humiliation kink, whiny!xavier, sub!xavier, kinda very dom!reader, afab!reader, handjob, talking kink (?), xavier begs, a little cunnilingus at the end… that’s about it I think…

a/n: this was pure smut :D it’s ovulation week :D

xavier calls your name as he enters your apartment unannounced. you yelp out from the sofa and stick your head up from your laying position to view the door.

“hi, xav!” you beam at him. he walks to you and crashed onto you over the back of the sofa, not even bothering to walk around it. you giggle. “um, I missed you too?”

xavier groans. “today was so… hmp…” he huffs, complaints unable to escape from his lips. you figure it could be a old habit from his royal status back home. he buries his head into your chest, going a little low into the valley of your breasts. but you find it adorable.

“aww, did someone have a tough day hunting?” you caress his hair. he nods and he scoots up to bury his face into your jaw. it tickles.

“you…” he breathes. “smell so good…” he kisses where his lips reach your neck.

“that tickles.” you giggle at the sensation. he groans breathily, moving to press his chest against yours and look up at you.

“why do you smell so good..?” he asks, looking up at you. there’s a glaze over his eyes. it looks familiar.

“do I?” you’re genuinely confused, as nothing about your fragrance products or soaps have changed. xavier leans down to sniff your neck again, this time a quiet whine escaping his lips. you grab his face to look at his eyes. “did you encounter a weird protocore again?”

xavier doesn’t respond and instead stares at your lips. you figure that he did encounter a weird protocore. he starts breathing faster and you notice him swallow thickly. “i think.. I need you right now.” he states, staring at your lips.

“what?”

“I, um.. yeah. I was warned about special protocores… um, I’m sorry… I had the most contact with it.” he rambles. “I feel… sensitive.” he pulls away from you.

you’re taken aback, as he’s usually composed regarding this manner. “xavier…”

“I’m sorry.. but could you… do me a favor?” he asks timidly. his cheeks are a deep red and it spreads to his ears. you feel their warmth.

“sure.” you say softly. he’s on top of you, supporting himself to look up at you with his palms at your sides.

“could you just,” he looks away. “just… watch me?” he blurts out timidly. his shyness reaches you and you feel your face warm up.

“watch you?” you swallow thickly. “watch you do what?” you know what he means, but you decide this situation is amusing.

frankly you find it incredibly erotic; his shy plead for something as simple as watching him masturbate. xavier has quite the dual demeanor, in bed and everyday. for some reason right now he’s a mixture of both, which you find endearing and extremely entertaining.

xavier bites his lip. you can tell he’s trying to avoid saying what he wants explicitly. “I’m feeling a little… excited? I want you to watch me.. take.. care of it…” his face is flushed deeply now. you’re not satisfied with his answer.

“take care of what, xavier?” your fun starts here and you try to hide your smirk.

“please.” he interrupts you. “please watch me masturbate.” he looks up at you and his eyes are glassy. you smile, deciding between working him up more or letting him have it.

you decide the former. “and how are you gonna do that?”

xavier frowns and groans. he can’t believe it’s gone to this point, yet the heat in his stomach is an undeniable indicator of his arousal. “please, y/n… i need you to watch me touch my.. cock… I can’t bear it anymore…”

you smirk. “sure, baby.”

xavier wastes no time as he quickly gets up and unbuckles his weapon straps from his thighs followed by pulling his pants off. you push yourself up to sit up against your sofa’s armrest, with your legs still laid in front of you. you watch him intently. he leaves his boxers on and stands in front of you. you look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted upwards. you want to scoff. you realize he wants your approval.

you look down to his crotch. his dick strains against his boxers and you watch it twitch. “you’re so hard, aren’t you?” he nods quickly. “and all you’re asking is for me to watch you? how dirty…” you tease. xavier whines and palms himself. “you can take it off.”

he pulls his boxers down and his hard cock springs out. it bounces and hits his stomach. the tip is pink and swollen, twitching every now and then. his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, but not too short. he pulls the boxers under his balls and he walks closer to you. you hear his heavy breathing and you look up to him.

“fuck, you’re so cute, you know that? just wanting me to watch you touch your cock…” you drift your attention back to his hard member. “are you gonna make yourself cum? is that what you want? you want me to watch you make yourself feel good?”

xavier sighs. “yes—” he finally grabs his cock and starts stroking. he circles his tip with his thumb. you scoff at this, finding it so erotically endearing.

“yeah… fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. “is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

xavier moans. “yes… I think about you..“

“you think about me?” you smile and he strokes himself faster. “mm,” you hum in approval. “good…”

“hah.. I.. yeah.. please watch me.” he looks up and closes his eyes, seemingly ridiculously turned on by the situation. he walks closer, his shins now touching the couch. his cock inches away from your face.

you give into the stir inside your own stomach, needing to relieve the pressure accumulated in the upper part of your cunt. you press your hand against yourself. “you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? do you feel good like this?”

“yes…” he whines again. “mmhm… I like it when you watch me… I like it so much…” he pants and he looks down again, to see you rubbing yourself outside your clothes. “are you.. do you enjoy this?”

“yes.”

“p-please… let me see you.. I want to see you…” xavier softly groans into the air as you keep your eyes on his cock.

“tell me what you want to see. use your words, baby.” you press yourself harder and he slows his hand.

“y/n.. I want to see your pussy… is your clit swollen from watching me? I want to see it, please…” you watch his hand grip himself tighter at the base. you curse and strip your bottoms, not even noticing the long string of your slick until it bends and lands on your knee from the long stretch. xavier curses.

he bends down to pull your knee and spin you to sit properly. you close your legs instinctively, and he kneels in front of you.

“y/n, please…” his eyes are still impossibly glassy and the flush from his face has dripped down to his chest. his neck is satin from a slight sweat. you let him part your knees. he kneels in front of you, staring at your pussy. his cock is on display as he leans back on his heels.

you look down to your own core. it’s glazed with your wetness; and it tickles as it runs down to your perineum and you clench your cunt to relieve some pressure.

“you’re so wet.. agh..” xavier strokes himself again, eyebrows still furrowed, staring at your cunt. “fuck…” he leans closer to your heat, then looking up at you. “you smell so good…” he twists his fist at his tip, now wet with precum. “aughnn, y/n… I feel so good…” he leans on his heels again, cock and thighs on display for you.

you watch him become entranced with your body. youve never seen him like this, and your shock comes from an intense arousal. he’s so desperate and whiny, truly hypnotized by your body…

you bring three fingers down to your entrance and coat it with yourself. you pull your fingers apart in front of xavier’s face, and he cries out a moan. “open.” you say and xavier opens his mouth. “so obedient…” you chuckle and xavier wraps his lips around your fingers. “oh… you’re so—good.” you pull it out and it’s clean apart from xavier’s spit. you curse under your breath as you admire it.

you can’t help but lick it off too, placing your fingers in your mouth as you taste the mixture of your wetness and xavier’s saliva before rubbing your clit…

“oh.. i’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna cum…” xavier pants. he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

you rub yourself faster, slipping your other hand in your shirt to play with your nipples. you prop one leg up and focus on your clit, enjoying the audience and the view. “yeah? you liked this that much? are you gonna cum for me, xavier?” you pant out as you chase your own high.

xavier nods messily. he shuts his eyes and strokes himself fast before grabbing your hand and licking your fingers. he looks up at you as he sucks your slick off again, still stroking his leaky cock with the other hand. he’s whining into your digits before nibbling on a fingertip. “mmghm..!” he moans into your finger and tries to keep his eyes open.

his eyebrows twitch and you feel warmth spurt on your inner thigh and knee… “oh… hah.. you’re cumming so much, aren’t you? mm..” you watch his cock pulse and twitch as he uses his grip on your hand for leverage. his cum is a perfect viscosity; leaking out generously after his initial shots.

“mhm…” he moans shakily. he tries to catch his breath, but you grasp your hand away and move it back to rub your clit. you focus it on the underside, rubbing it side to side.

“xavier…” you moan his name and he watches you again. “angh… I’m gonna cum too…”

“yes… please. make yourself cum.. I want to see you cum too…” he says so obediently that you feel almost aggressive. you push the back of his head to direct his face into your pussy. he instinctively licks and laps at your soaking cunt and you cum when he sucks your clit gently.

your orgasm washes over you like a wave, moaning into the air as xavier grabs your thighs to keep himself between your legs. he licks up all of your juices and your legs shake. you mutter curses as you relax into the sofa. you push xavier’s head away to prevent overstimulation. he wipes off your click from his chin with the back of his hand.

you catch your breaths and he sits next to you.

“what the hell was that protocore..?” you whisper jokingly.

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not really proofread… but hope you enjoyed! my reqs are open teehee

[s4toryuu]

please watch me | xavier — shen xinghui

kinktober day 12 — reqs open! (no restrictions)

tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, eventual mutual masturbation, sex pollen trope but it’s protocores (on xavier’s part), hella dirty talk, shy but desperate !xavier, a little humiliation kink, whiny!xavier, sub!xavier, kinda very dom!reader, afab!reader, handjob, talking kink (?), xavier begs, a little cunnilingus at the end… that’s about it I think…

a/n: this was pure smut :D it’s ovulation week :D

xavier calls your name as he enters your apartment unannounced. you yelp out from the sofa and stick your head up from your laying position to view the door.

“hi, xav!” you beam at him. he walks to you and crashed onto you over the back of the sofa, not even bothering to walk around it. you giggle. “um, I missed you too?”

xavier groans. “today was so… hmp…” he huffs, complaints unable to escape from his lips. you figure it could be a old habit from his royal status back home. he buries his head into your chest, going a little low into the valley of your breasts. but you find it adorable.

“aww, did someone have a tough day hunting?” you caress his hair. he nods and he scoots up to bury his face into your jaw. it tickles.

“you…” he breathes. “smell so good…” he kisses where his lips reach your neck.

“that tickles.” you giggle at the sensation. he groans breathily, moving to press his chest against yours and look up at you.

“why do you smell so good..?” he asks, looking up at you. there’s a glaze over his eyes. it looks familiar.

“do I?” you’re genuinely confused, as nothing about your fragrance products or soaps have changed. xavier leans down to sniff your neck again, this time a quiet whine escaping his lips. you grab his face to look at his eyes. “did you encounter a weird protocore again?”

xavier doesn’t respond and instead stares at your lips. you figure that he did encounter a weird protocore. he starts breathing faster and you notice him swallow thickly. “i think.. I need you right now.” he states, staring at your lips.

“what?”

“I, um.. yeah. I was warned about special protocores… um, I’m sorry… I had the most contact with it.” he rambles. “I feel… sensitive.” he pulls away from you.

you’re taken aback, as he’s usually composed regarding this manner. “xavier…”

“I’m sorry.. but could you… do me a favor?” he asks timidly. his cheeks are a deep red and it spreads to his ears. you feel their warmth.

“sure.” you say softly. he’s on top of you, supporting himself to look up at you with his palms at your sides.

“could you just,” he looks away. “just… watch me?” he blurts out timidly. his shyness reaches you and you feel your face warm up.

“watch you?” you swallow thickly. “watch you do what?” you know what he means, but you decide this situation is amusing.

frankly you find it incredibly erotic; his shy plead for something as simple as watching him masturbate. xavier has quite the dual demeanor, in bed and everyday. for some reason right now he’s a mixture of both, which you find endearing and extremely entertaining.

xavier bites his lip. you can tell he’s trying to avoid saying what he wants explicitly. “I’m feeling a little… excited? I want you to watch me.. take.. care of it…” his face is flushed deeply now. you’re not satisfied with his answer.

“take care of what, xavier?” your fun starts here and you try to hide your smirk.

“please.” he interrupts you. “please watch me masturbate.” he looks up at you and his eyes are glassy. you smile, deciding between working him up more or letting him have it.

you decide the former. “and how are you gonna do that?”

xavier frowns and groans. he can’t believe it’s gone to this point, yet the heat in his stomach is an undeniable indicator of his arousal. “please, y/n… i need you to watch me touch my.. cock… I can’t bear it anymore…”

you smirk. “sure, baby.”

xavier wastes no time as he quickly gets up and unbuckles his weapon straps from his thighs followed by pulling his pants off. you push yourself up to sit up against your sofa’s armrest, with your legs still laid in front of you. you watch him intently. he leaves his boxers on and stands in front of you. you look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted upwards. you want to scoff. you realize he wants your approval.

you look down to his crotch. his dick strains against his boxers and you watch it twitch. “you’re so hard, aren’t you?” he nods quickly. “and all you’re asking is for me to watch you? how dirty…” you tease. xavier whines and palms himself. “you can take it off.”

he pulls his boxers down and his hard cock springs out. it bounces and hits his stomach. the tip is pink and swollen, twitching every now and then. his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, but not too short. he pulls the boxers under his balls and he walks closer to you. you hear his heavy breathing and you look up to him.

“fuck, you’re so cute, you know that? just wanting me to watch you touch your cock…” you drift your attention back to his hard member. “are you gonna make yourself cum? is that what you want? you want me to watch you make yourself feel good?”

xavier sighs. “yes—” he finally grabs his cock and starts stroking. he circles his tip with his thumb. you scoff at this, finding it so erotically endearing.

“yeah… fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. “is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

xavier moans. “yes… I think about you..“

“you think about me?” you smile and he strokes himself faster. “mm,” you hum in approval. “good…”

“hah.. I.. yeah.. please watch me.” he looks up and closes his eyes, seemingly ridiculously turned on by the situation. he walks closer, his shins now touching the couch. his cock inches away from your face.

you give into the stir inside your own stomach, needing to relieve the pressure accumulated in the upper part of your cunt. you press your hand against yourself. “you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? do you feel good like this?”

“yes…” he whines again. “mmhm… I like it when you watch me… I like it so much…” he pants and he looks down again, to see you rubbing yourself outside your clothes. “are you.. do you enjoy this?”

“yes.”

“p-please… let me see you.. I want to see you…” xavier softly groans into the air as you keep your eyes on his cock.

“tell me what you want to see. use your words, baby.” you press yourself harder and he slows his hand.

“y/n.. I want to see your pussy… is your clit swollen from watching me? I want to see it, please…” you watch his hand grip himself tighter at the base. you curse and strip your bottoms, not even noticing the long string of your slick until it bends and lands on your knee from the long stretch. xavier curses.

he bends down to pull your knee and spin you to sit properly. you close your legs instinctively, and he kneels in front of you.

“y/n, please…” his eyes are still impossibly glassy and the flush from his face has dripped down to his chest. his neck is satin from a slight sweat. you let him part your knees. he kneels in front of you, staring at your pussy. his cock is on display as he leans back on his heels.

you look down to your own core. it’s glazed with your wetness; and it tickles as it runs down to your perineum and you clench your cunt to relieve some pressure.

“you’re so wet.. agh..” xavier strokes himself again, eyebrows still furrowed, staring at your cunt. “fuck…” he leans closer to your heat, then looking up at you. “you smell so good…” he twists his fist at his tip, now wet with precum. “aughnn, y/n… I feel so good…” he leans on his heels again, cock and thighs on display for you.

you watch him become entranced with your body. youve never seen him like this, and your shock comes from an intense arousal. he’s so desperate and whiny, truly hypnotized by your body…

you bring three fingers down to your entrance and coat it with yourself. you pull your fingers apart in front of xavier’s face, and he cries out a moan. “open.” you say and xavier opens his mouth. “so obedient…” you chuckle and xavier wraps his lips around your fingers. “oh… you’re so—good.” you pull it out and it’s clean apart from xavier’s spit. you curse under your breath as you admire it.

you can’t help but lick it off too, placing your fingers in your mouth as you taste the mixture of your wetness and xavier’s saliva before rubbing your clit…

“oh.. i’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna cum…” xavier pants. he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

you rub yourself faster, slipping your other hand in your shirt to play with your nipples. you prop one leg up and focus on your clit, enjoying the audience and the view. “yeah? you liked this that much? are you gonna cum for me, xavier?” you pant out as you chase your own high.

xavier nods messily. he shuts his eyes and strokes himself fast before grabbing your hand and licking your fingers. he looks up at you as he sucks your slick off again, still stroking his leaky cock with the other hand. he’s whining into your digits before nibbling on a fingertip. “mmghm..!” he moans into your finger and tries to keep his eyes open.

his eyebrows twitch and you feel warmth spurt on your inner thigh and knee… “oh… hah.. you’re cumming so much, aren’t you? mm..” you watch his cock pulse and twitch as he uses his grip on your hand for leverage. his cum is a perfect viscosity; leaking out generously after his initial shots.

“mhm…” he moans shakily. he tries to catch his breath, but you grasp your hand away and move it back to rub your clit. you focus it on the underside, rubbing it side to side.

“xavier…” you moan his name and he watches you again. “angh… I’m gonna cum too…”

“yes… please. make yourself cum.. I want to see you cum too…” he says so obediently that you feel almost aggressive. you push the back of his head to direct his face into your pussy. he instinctively licks and laps at your soaking cunt and you cum when he sucks your clit gently.

your orgasm washes over you like a wave, moaning into the air as xavier grabs your thighs to keep himself between your legs. he licks up all of your juices and your legs shake. you mutter curses as you relax into the sofa. you push xavier’s head away to prevent overstimulation. he wipes off your click from his chin with the back of his hand.

you catch your breaths and he sits next to you.

“what the hell was that protocore..?” you whisper jokingly.

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it’s okay — gojo satoru

two weeks after suguru’s death, you come home to to your apartment and to your surprise, your boyfriend.

notes: hurt and comfort, post jjk0, established relationship, angst, ooc!gojo (you’ll see), sorry in advance, based off when gege said gojo had many breakdowns after jjk0

just like everyone, when you first met satoru back when you were first years, he was insufferable. however, you being you, you concluded that it would only be common sense that his title of being the strongest made a not-so-positive impact on his psyche. so you were forgiving.

you secretly made it one of four years’ mission to get the one and only gojo satoru to open up and drop the cocky act. but even when amanai riko, the girl he grew fond of in your third year, was assassinated, he barely budged. he said he barely knew her. not to say he wasn’t phased by it, but every time it would come up he would find a way to lighten the mood like he always has.

this was when you confirmed your belief about his damaged psyche. when they were in okinawa, satoru had texted you and shoko about riko and how you would love her and how riko would love shoko and utahime. he told you about the beach and the aquarium, and later geto told you about how satoru stayed up all the nights to keep guard. he cared about amanai, so his reaction couldn’t have been completely truthful.

you two still weren’t the closest then, but you just couldn’t let it go. awkwardly a couple of weeks after the girl’s death, you approach satoru after you finished a quick duo mission. “goj—satoru,” you start, mistaking his family name. he looks to you from the vending machine. “you know, it’s okay to be sad about it.” your voice gets quieter from the bench you sat at.

“huh? about what?” gojo sits next to you, handing you your drink of choice. “oh. yeah, I know.” he opens his coke. “but ‘ya know. it is what it is—that brat is probably in a better place anyway.” he shrugged and sat limp beside you with his arm behind your back, resting on the wood.

“satoru, it’s okay.” he took a big inhale and you fiddled with the drink in your hand.

“did suguru send you or something? or you being sweet for something else?” he looked to the side through his glasses. “it’s nothing to me now. plus, I learned a lot from it anyway.”

then, a year later, he barely talked about it when suguru defected. you figured you just weren’t close enough. when you started dating a year after that, the first thing you talked to him about was how it was okay to be sad even if it meant being weak in his eyes.

however, in the next 9 years, you’ve never caught him being more than just quiet or reserved when he was feeling down. even then, it wasn’t complete because he was always making annoying remarks. so you set that mission aside to be ready if the time ever comes, but decided not to hold your breath.

sometime in that time frame, you slowly notice satoru letting his guard down to you more and more during challenging times. upsetting or sad times were extremely rare, but that just made you treasure and observe them more carefully. you think it’s just satoru maturing as well. you used to joke that satoru being genuinely really sad was just as rare as his six eyes and infinity combo.

most of the times were because of his (and yours, kinda) adopted son/little brother/student/nephew/beneficiary/“brat with crazy potential”/“the future” named fushiguro megumi not playing along to his antics. the worst was when the pre-teen lashed out at satoru for “acting too much like my dad.”

that was the first time you saw satoru genuinely upset. he had asked (interrogated) megumi about his new middle school, to which the angsty kid, stressed with the new environment, who wanted to be left alone, snapped. satoru has opened up to you that night.

two weeks ago, satoru killed his best friend. you were guarding inside the school, especially because of the new student. when you had heard the news, all you thought about was satoru. it had been almost ten years that you talked to suguru, and honestly while you couldn’t blame him for his crimes, it was hard to look at him the same.

the first week after that, satoru was perfectly normal. the start of the week after was the same, so you figured he might’ve not been as affected as you thought. however, you couldn’t accept that he was just okay with permanently losing his self-proclaimed “other half.”

so when you come home after a full day’s worth of errands and hear deep shaky breaths from your bathroom, you think you’re mistaken. that part of you you set aside shivered at the thought that you were correct; that satoru bottled these big feelings to release them alone.

“satoru?” you called softly before slipping off your shoes. the door to the bathroom was open. as you started your way towards it the faucet started running, followed by water splashing against a face you now studied as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey! you’re home early!” satoru smiled at you, face wet. he made no effort to stop the droplets from running down his chin, to his neck, and eventually to his sweater.

“so are you, toru. is everything okay?” you shifted your weight and he turned the water off. you swear you felt your brain flex at you struggling to decide how to approach this.

you swear he was just crying. will you make him uncomfortable if you pry? no, you don’t want to pry anyway. he was forced to kill his best friend just less than two weeks ago. it had only been you, shoko and satoru since suguru had first defected, but despite the time, satoru had always talked to you about suguru coming back somehow.

“yep. yaga let me come home early. I might take him up on that break offer, honestly.” satoru watched himself in the mirror, smile slowly fading. you grab a towel from a cabinet and have your boyfriend face you.

“that’s good. your students won’t mind. they understand—we all understand.” gently, you reach up to dry his face. to your surprise, you got stuck just in front of his nose. he still had his infinity on. you waited for him to realize, as he zoned out looking down at you.

satoru sighed softly and he closed his eyes. “shit, sorry. I’m distracted.” he rubbed his forehead and you wiped his face.

“it’s okay.” you tiptoed to kiss his temple and he bent down to reach around your waist. you hugged for a good ten seconds, feeling his chin on your shoulder.

“wanna take a nap?” you asked in an almost whisper. satoru nodded on your shoulder. “I’ll wash up first.” satoru hums and lets you go. really, you just wanted to hug him. you weren’t tired at all, but knowing satoru he would only rest like this if you were there to encourage it.

you dressed in a matching crewneck and shorts and walked to satoru, who was already on the verge of sleep in your bed. usually, when he felt your weight on the mattress he would lay his arm out for you to lay against his chest. instead, satoru let you lay down and just hugged you from your side.

he closed his eyes and sighed. he called your name and you moved your arm to let him lay against you. “I’m just distracted. I’ll save that vacation for another time.” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“baby it’s a break, not a vacation. I think you should take it. I can stay home with you if you want—”

“it won’t do anything anyway.” your boyfriend snuggled into you and rubs his face under your shoulder. you two laid in silence and after a couple of beats you speak up.

“I miss him too y’know.” you say, just above a whisper. you adjusted to put your arm under his head and turn yourself to face him. he nods his face into your neck.

satoru breathes in deeply and holds it in his chest. he releases it shakily. he doesn’t inhale until a couple beats and then he holds it and shakily releases it again. you rest your chin on the crown of his head, met with the comforting scent of his haircare. you think of what to say next, but gave up to hold satoru tighter.

“he’s gone now. because of me.” satoru whispers. your heart shatters and you freeze. suddenly all the memories of you, shoko, satoru and suguru from high school flows into your brain. you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. you wrap your hand around his head to bring him closer—an attempt to somehow share this burden.

you feel satoru swallow and he sighs. his breathing gets deeper with each breath, and you notice them getting more hasty. your heart sank to your stomach.

“satoru…” you start. he curls into you, knees shifting up against your thigh and finally, the tension breaks.

satoru sobs. he hugs you tighter and you feel tears welling up in your own eyes.

your mind went blank. you knew there was nothing you could say to comfort your boyfriend. this was the first time you’ve seen him cry in thirteen years. you felt as if your heart was squeezed. satoru was sobbing against your neck and you wanted nothing but to at least take some of his pain.

you listened to satoru sob and you closed your eyes. you held him, hoping the pressure comforts him. it was difficult as he’s almost twice your size, but nothing else felt right.

you knew satoru wasn’t only referring to killing suguru two weeks ago. he had told you how he was too weak to plead his best friend ten years ago to stay—that the two of them could make this all right. that the two of them could’ve corrected the system. he believed he could’ve prevented everything if only he was strong enough to do something so mundane compared to his battles. why couldn’t he have just… spoke?

satoru’s sobs leveled off. he went back to hasty breathing. you felt his tears on your pillow now and shoulder, but you couldn’t care less. all you wanted was for satoru to stop carrying his pain alone.

you kiss the top of his head and your own tears start to flow. “it’s okay, satoru.”

after a moment he pulls away from you and sits up, looking down at his lap. you stared at his slumped shoulders and he tried to steady his breathing. you sat up too and scooted up to turn your body to face him.

you held your hand to his cheek. he looked at you and looked back down. “it’s okay.”

he let out a shaky breath and you wiped his tears. his face was warm to the touch. he started a word, but he sighed and shook his head. you leaned in and hugged him. it was more for you than for him.

to say this broke your heart was too much of an understatement. you wondered how many times he’d cried alone. just because he was pinned to be “the strongest.” the title leaked into his life outside of his power. for a second you hated the world. you hated everyone at the school; yaga, shoko, nanami… your head felt hot with rage at how they could let that happen— how they could let satoru bear so much alone.

satoru looks down when you pull away, hiding his face. your hands rest on his shoulders and you kiss the top of his head again. “it’s okay.”

he coughs twice. you get up to get him a glass of water and he finishes it in three gulps.

“do you want to talk about it?”

satoru swallows and sighs outward. “I had to review the report. And testify as a witness. Yaga came and they let me off easy.” you sit down at the edge of the bed to listen.

“I just—“ he stutters. “that’s it.” you’re glad he’s calmed down. he finally looks up at you, still struggling to hold eye contact. it must feel weird for him to cry in front of you. his eyes were wet and red, along with his nose. his brows furrowed and he looks down again.

“I’m really sorry you had to relive that. those higher ups don’t understand your relationship. but it’s okay to think about it once in a while—and mourn.” you tell him.

“yeah…I know, it’s just hard.” he sniffled.

“I know.” you sigh. you pat his head and he rests it on your shoulder. you hug him again. the two of you make your way back to your previous position laying down, and you flipped your pillow. satoru scoffs amusingly, after which you expected a clever remark to come but it doesn’t.

“could you…” he hesitates.

“yeah?”

“could you… stay tomorrow?” satoru huffs into your shoulder.

“of course.”

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guard dogs — geto suguru, gojo satoru

on the way through a dangerous street to meet your friend, suguru and satoru protect you from a couple monkeys

notes; protective besties, afab!reader, implied crush on suguru, reader is tinier than the boys, reader teases satosugu, based on true story

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satoru and suguru are tall. suguru’s muscular body shows through the uniform sometimes and satoru’s white hair and sheer size collects stares like a curse.

you had just finished a solo assignment when it was time for you to meet your friend. she’d texted you the night before about a new cafe that opened in the middle of tokyo where your assignment was conveniently around the corner.

“where’s your boyfriend?” you tease satoru when he walks to you. he scoffs.

“he’s coming, don’t worry.” he checked his phone and suguru taps the top of your head from behind you. an easy thing to do seeing as you barely reached the middle of his bicep.

“yo.” he smiles. “where you going?”

“oh, that new cafe with my friend. I don’t think it’s that far.” you reply to him while fixing your hair.

“can we come?” satoru looks at you.

you answer quickly, “no.”

the last time the three of you went out, satoru ordered fourteen drinks which you guys ended up having to carry most of them all the way back to school because this white-haired idiot couldn’t finish them. and also he was “saving them for later.”

“oh, come on, please? it’s so early, I don’t wanna go back yet.” satoru pleads. he’s right, the sun blared high in the sky after a cold and cloudy spring week.

“go somewhere else!” you start looking around for the right direction.

“but we already tried everything here, right suguru?”

“yeah, he’s right.” suguru looks up at a sign.

“I’ll buy you your order!” satoru reaches out to you and you halt your steps. “yeah, that tempted you huh?”

you laugh. “fine. but don’t be weird to my friend.” satoru waves this off and lets out a lazy agreement.

“nice, satoru.” suguru whispers. you hear them.

there was an real reason you didn’t want to take the two to meet your friend. annoyingly, you admit the two are really fucking handsome. they get stares and get approached a lot, and you know your friend wasn’t immune to their charm. you almost fell victim back in your early years too.

you were more worried about satoru. he’s handsome and he knows it, so he’s cocky and doesn’t shut up. suguru’s humble nature makes people want him more, but it also makes them delusional. even worse, he was exactly your friend’s type. you wanted him for yourself.

the three of you start walking with you leading the way and your friends following side by side behind you. you ignore the stares from the entire city—you were used to it when you were with satoru and suguru. the harder issue was trying to ignore jealous energy directed at you.

you know the general area, but you look down at your phone to pull up the map. you turn a corner and feel a change in energy—desire and lust that were at the edge of becoming a curse.

you still feel the boys as they chatted behind you, which gave you the courage to look up. surely enough, there was a group of nine men sat and gathered around, and you look farther to see a suggestive sign for what you assume poses as a club. you’ve dealt with many terrifying things being a sorcerer, but dirty men gave you an innate fear you couldn’t just exorcise.

“wow, look at that.” one man says. the rest turn their heads and two stand up. you assume they haven’t seen satoru and suguru behind you yet. you hear suguru sigh in frustration.

“how old are you, girl?” one of them sitting down says, eyeing you down. he wore a red extremely faded graphic tee. “just got outta school? what school’s that uniform from?”

you freeze. you don’t know whether to respond, ignore, or turn around. it was a small street and there was no one else in earshot. a perfect place to coerce young women. you back up into satoru. suguru walks in front of you, his hands in his pocket. your view is now obstructed by the middle of his back. satoru doesn’t move behind you and bends sideways to watch whatever his best friend is about to do.

“are we gonna have an issue here?” suguru speaks in a voice you rarely hear. you hear anger bubble in it.

“ha! you gonna do something if there is?” the man scoffs. the men standing start walking toward you and the one in the red shirt stands up. you see a shift when he stands at his full height and still has to look up to suguru.

“yeah.” suguru deadpans. he puts his right hand out to his side to summon a curse but you grab his arm to stop him.

“no, don’t! that’s not allowed. just… kick his ass or something.” you whisper nervously.

“hey, girl, don’t you wanna make some money? it’s easy work for you, pretty.” the man starts again. “especially with those nice tits, yea?” he looks back to his group and some laugh.

satoru clicks his tongue. “tsk. gross! suguru, you gonna get rid of them now or what?”

suguru scoffs and summons a curse quickly. it was a pink creature and it reminded you of a cat mixed with a fox. “sorry y/n, but a curse will attract less attention than us beating them up.”

you bend sideways to get a look and to your surprise, the fox swirls around the man in the red shirt lovingly. the man looks confused and looks to his group. he starts hyperventilating and sweating, then the fox wraps its tail around his crotch and leg—like a zipline harness.

“what the fuck?!” the man yells. he starts screaming in agony as both your friends watch.

“oh wow, is this a new one?” satoru asks happily. suguru hums and the fox lets go.

the man screams in agony holding his groin, and two come to help him up. the rest of the group is confused, and some walk off. the curse switches targets and the man starts groaning.

“what the hell did you do?” the other asks.

“you wanna find out?” suguru almost growls. the group runs off, leaving the first victim on the floor swearing at the air and grabbing at his groin.

“hm. fucking monkeys.” sugu mumbles. “disgusting.” he dissipates the curse and the three of you walk past the man on the floor.

“jesus.” you mutter. “thanks.”

“you’re welcome!” satoru puts his arm around your shoulder and weighs you down.

“you didn’t do anything!” you fake-yell at him.

“yeahuh!” he protests. you shrug off his weight.

“whatever, let’s just go.” you walk ahead again, but this time your two friends split and walk by your side.

“does that happen a lot?” suguru asks you.

“nah.” you reply with a comforting tone, knowing suguru he would get worried. “plus, I’m always either with you two or shoko—no one messes with shoko—and you two are just scary.” the two chuckle.

you knew you were always safe with your two friends especially because they were the strongest. and for the record, satoru standing behind you gave you a sense of security.

suguru patted the top of your head. you think your heart stopped.

you hear amusement in his voice. “that’s good. we’re like your guard dogs.” he smiles.

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i just think I would have the biggest most fattest nuclear crush on suguru if I was someone like shoko to him… like yes i love friendship but how did she not have a crush on him

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Sensei crossover

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it’s okay — gojo satoru

two weeks after suguru’s death, you come home to to your apartment and to your surprise, your boyfriend.

notes: hurt and comfort, post jjk0, established relationship, angst, ooc!gojo (you’ll see), sorry in advance, based off when gege said gojo had many breakdowns after jjk0

just like everyone, when you first met satoru back when you were first years, he was insufferable. however, you being you, you concluded that it would only be common sense that his title of being the strongest made a not-so-positive impact on his psyche. so you were forgiving.

you secretly made it one of four years’ mission to get the one and only gojo satoru to open up and drop the cocky act. but even when amanai riko, the girl he grew fond of in your third year, was assassinated, he barely budged. he said he barely knew her. not to say he wasn’t phased by it, but every time it would come up he would find a way to lighten the mood like he always has.

this was when you confirmed your belief about his damaged psyche. when they were in okinawa, satoru had texted you and shoko about riko and how you would love her and how riko would love shoko and utahime. he told you about the beach and the aquarium, and later geto told you about how satoru stayed up all the nights to keep guard. he cared about amanai, so his reaction couldn’t have been completely truthful.

you two still weren’t the closest then, but you just couldn’t let it go. awkwardly a couple of weeks after the girl’s death, you approach satoru after you finished a quick duo mission. “goj—satoru,” you start, mistaking his family name. he looks to you from the vending machine. “you know, it’s okay to be sad about it.” your voice gets quieter from the bench you sat at.

“huh? about what?” gojo sits next to you, handing you your drink of choice. “oh. yeah, I know.” he opens his coke. “but ‘ya know. it is what it is—that brat is probably in a better place anyway.” he shrugged and sat limp beside you with his arm behind your back, resting on the wood.

“satoru, it’s okay.” he took a big inhale and you fiddled with the drink in your hand.

“did suguru send you or something? or you being sweet for something else?” he looked to the side through his glasses. “it’s nothing to me now. plus, I learned a lot from it anyway.”

then, a year later, he barely talked about it when suguru defected. you figured you just weren’t close enough. when you started dating a year after that, the first thing you talked to him about was how it was okay to be sad even if it meant being weak in his eyes.

however, in the next 9 years, you’ve never caught him being more than just quiet or reserved when he was feeling down. even then, it wasn’t complete because he was always making annoying remarks. so you set that mission aside to be ready if the time ever comes, but decided not to hold your breath.

sometime in that time frame, you slowly notice satoru letting his guard down to you more and more during challenging times. upsetting or sad times were extremely rare, but that just made you treasure and observe them more carefully. you think it’s just satoru maturing as well. you used to joke that satoru being genuinely really sad was just as rare as his six eyes and infinity combo.

most of the times were because of his (and yours, kinda) adopted son/little brother/student/nephew/beneficiary/“brat with crazy potential”/“the future” named fushiguro megumi not playing along to his antics. the worst was when the pre-teen lashed out at satoru for “acting too much like my dad.”

that was the first time you saw satoru genuinely upset. he had asked (interrogated) megumi about his new middle school, to which the angsty kid, stressed with the new environment, who wanted to be left alone, snapped. satoru has opened up to you that night.

two weeks ago, satoru killed his best friend. you were guarding inside the school, especially because of the new student. when you had heard the news, all you thought about was satoru. it had been almost ten years that you talked to suguru, and honestly while you couldn’t blame him for his crimes, it was hard to look at him the same.

the first week after that, satoru was perfectly normal. the start of the week after was the same, so you figured he might’ve not been as affected as you thought. however, you couldn’t accept that he was just okay with permanently losing his self-proclaimed “other half.”

so when you come home after a full day’s worth of errands and hear deep shaky breaths from your bathroom, you think you’re mistaken. that part of you you set aside shivered at the thought that you were correct; that satoru bottled these big feelings to release them alone.

“satoru?” you called softly before slipping off your shoes. the door to the bathroom was open. as you started your way towards it the faucet started running, followed by water splashing against a face you now studied as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey! you’re home early!” satoru smiled at you, face wet. he made no effort to stop the droplets from running down his chin, to his neck, and eventually to his sweater.

“so are you, toru. is everything okay?” you shifted your weight and he turned the water off. you swear you felt your brain flex at you struggling to decide how to approach this.

you swear he was just crying. will you make him uncomfortable if you pry? no, you don’t want to pry anyway. he was forced to kill his best friend just less than two weeks ago. it had only been you, shoko and satoru since suguru had first defected, but despite the time, satoru had always talked to you about suguru coming back somehow.

“yep. yaga let me come home early. I might take him up on that break offer, honestly.” satoru watched himself in the mirror, smile slowly fading. you grab a towel from a cabinet and have your boyfriend face you.

“that’s good. your students won’t mind. they understand—we all understand.” gently, you reach up to dry his face. to your surprise, you got stuck just in front of his nose. he still had his infinity on. you waited for him to realize, as he zoned out looking down at you.

satoru sighed softly and he closed his eyes. “shit, sorry. I’m distracted.” he rubbed his forehead and you wiped his face.

“it’s okay.” you tiptoed to kiss his temple and he bent down to reach around your waist. you hugged for a good ten seconds, feeling his chin on your shoulder.

“wanna take a nap?” you asked in an almost whisper. satoru nodded on your shoulder. “I’ll wash up first.” satoru hums and lets you go. really, you just wanted to hug him. you weren’t tired at all, but knowing satoru he would only rest like this if you were there to encourage it.

you dressed in a matching crewneck and shorts and walked to satoru, who was already on the verge of sleep in your bed. usually, when he felt your weight on the mattress he would lay his arm out for you to lay against his chest. instead, satoru let you lay down and just hugged you from your side.

he closed his eyes and sighed. he called your name and you moved your arm to let him lay against you. “I’m just distracted. I’ll save that vacation for another time.” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“baby it’s a break, not a vacation. I think you should take it. I can stay home with you if you want—”

“it won’t do anything anyway.” your boyfriend snuggled into you and rubs his face under your shoulder. you two laid in silence and after a couple of beats you speak up.

“I miss him too y’know.” you say, just above a whisper. you adjusted to put your arm under his head and turn yourself to face him. he nods his face into your neck.

satoru breathes in deeply and holds it in his chest. he releases it shakily. he doesn’t inhale until a couple beats and then he holds it and shakily releases it again. you rest your chin on the crown of his head, met with the comforting scent of his haircare. you think of what to say next, but gave up to hold satoru tighter.

“he’s gone now. because of me.” satoru whispers. your heart shatters and you freeze. suddenly all the memories of you, shoko, satoru and suguru from high school flows into your brain. you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. you wrap your hand around his head to bring him closer—an attempt to somehow share this burden.

you feel satoru swallow and he sighs. his breathing gets deeper with each breath, and you notice them getting more hasty. your heart sank to your stomach.

“satoru…” you start. he curls into you, knees shifting up against your thigh and finally, the tension breaks.

satoru sobs. he hugs you tighter and you feel tears welling up in your own eyes.

your mind went blank. you knew there was nothing you could say to comfort your boyfriend. this was the first time you’ve seen him cry in thirteen years. you felt as if your heart was squeezed. satoru was sobbing against your neck and you wanted nothing but to at least take some of his pain.

you listened to satoru sob and you closed your eyes. you held him, hoping the pressure comforts him. it was difficult as he’s almost twice your size, but nothing else felt right.

you knew satoru wasn’t only referring to killing suguru two weeks ago. he had told you how he was too weak to plead his best friend ten years ago to stay—that the two of them could make this all right. that the two of them could’ve corrected the system. he believed he could’ve prevented everything if only he was strong enough to do something so mundane compared to his battles. why couldn’t he have just… spoke?

satoru’s sobs leveled off. he went back to hasty breathing. you felt his tears on your pillow now and shoulder, but you couldn’t care less. all you wanted was for satoru to stop carrying his pain alone.

you kiss the top of his head and your own tears start to flow. “it’s okay, satoru.”

after a moment he pulls away from you and sits up, looking down at his lap. you stared at his slumped shoulders and he tried to steady his breathing. you sat up too and scooted up to turn your body to face him.

you held your hand to his cheek. he looked at you and looked back down. “it’s okay.”

he let out a shaky breath and you wiped his tears. his face was warm to the touch. he started a word, but he sighed and shook his head. you leaned in and hugged him. it was more for you than for him.

to say this broke your heart was too much of an understatement. you wondered how many times he’d cried alone. just because he was pinned to be “the strongest.” the title leaked into his life outside of his power. for a second you hated the world. you hated everyone at the school; yaga, shoko, nanami… your head felt hot with rage at how they could let that happen— how they could let satoru bear so much alone.

satoru looks down when you pull away, hiding his face. your hands rest on his shoulders and you kiss the top of his head again. “it’s okay.”

he coughs twice. you get up to get him a glass of water and he finishes it in three gulps.

“do you want to talk about it?”

satoru swallows and sighs outward. “I had to review the report. And testify as a witness. Yaga came and they let me off easy.” you sit down at the edge of the bed to listen.

“I just—“ he stutters. “that’s it.” you’re glad he’s calmed down. he finally looks up at you, still struggling to hold eye contact. it must feel weird for him to cry in front of you. his eyes were wet and red, along with his nose. his brows furrowed and he looks down again.

“I’m really sorry you had to relive that. those higher ups don’t understand your relationship. but it’s okay to think about it once in a while—and mourn.” you tell him.

“yeah…I know, it’s just hard.” he sniffled.

“I know.” you sigh. you pat his head and he rests it on your shoulder. you hug him again. the two of you make your way back to your previous position laying down, and you flipped your pillow. satoru scoffs amusingly, after which you expected a clever remark to come but it doesn’t.

“could you…” he hesitates.

“yeah?”

“could you… stay tomorrow?” satoru huffs into your shoulder.

“of course.”

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