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Kikufuku & kaju katli 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑(3)

Gojo satoru x special grade! reader

Reader is of South Indian origin, and wears glasses- AND FEMALE

I also wrote y/n instead of name, cringe Ik but mistakes happen loves😔

Warnings: none! (I think😨)

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It was a quiet and peaceful morning, no missions, no higher-ups annoying you, no gojo and geto bickering. The sun was out, and it wasn't too hot nor too cold, the weather was just right.

You were laying on a bench, nearby to where your first years were sparring,too tired to get up and actually teach them anything else. The higher up's were sending you in a ridiculous amount of missions, one after another, without a break. You dare ay you missed home.

And it was getting annoying alright, you always came back to campus, soaked in blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it wasn't. They were handing you the special grade ones aswell, since a certain blue eyed freak sometimes simply refused to do their job.

You were always bruised up after each outing. Yea you were a special grade, but it was a matter of time before you got tired of it, you were only human after all?

The first years stopped sparring a while ago, and were now just bickering and taking. You honestly don't care, let them kids be kids.

"Aaahhhh.... What a nice day" you mumbled, eyes closed and a small smile etched across your face, as the morning sun rays hit your face just right.

But then, you felt a looming presence over you, the figure blocking the sun from hitting your face.

You cracked open an eye to look up at the blindfolded man, giving him a stank eye

"Oh.. gojo? Good to see you. But if you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?"

Gojo laughed,his annoyingly perfect pearly whites shining in your face.

"Care to sit? I’m sure you’d like to take some weight off your cloven hooves."

"Aw Call me the devil, y/n? How original?" Gojo frowned sarcasticly, lifting his blindfold, and moving to sit text to you

"Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat." You seethed, propping your legs on gojo as he sat down beside you, mansplaining, almost hitting his face, damn his infinity

"Awwwww, your calling me the greatest of all time?? How sweet" he smiled, placing his hands on your knees to stop you from kicking him again.

"No gojo. I was calling you a goat, like the animal that goes--- Maaah, you goat" you deadpanned, sitting up and stretching. "Yk the day was going sooooooo nice, but... Tch what can we do?"

"Hey! What are you implying hmmm?" Gojo smirked, slinging his arms over the benches back.

"If your that stupid to not get what I'm saying, then sorry gojo, can't help ya"

After a while you and gojo sat in a comfortable silence, without being at eachothers throats, it was actually kinda nice! but you'd never say it out loud, your egos too high fot that.

then gojo broke the silence, "man! yk the first years this year are somwthing else, taking out multiple special grade curses!" he took a dramatic pause "it's probably thanks to my awesome teaching ofcourse!"

you just gave gojo the stank eye, again, "yea, sure, your awesome teaching ofcourse..." Your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"hey... i heard the godwill event's in a few weeks or something?" you asked, lokking at the field where nobara was chasing yuji for rubbing dirt on her new dress.

Gojo's face lit up instantly "yea! It's gonna be held here, and shhh don't tell the kids about it, it's a surprise!"

"Oh? Well then okay, I'll have my lips sealed shut hmm?" you said, chuckling, a smile on your face

Both of you sat there for a while, just watching the students training and be idiots. After a while geto approached you both, holding a file in his hand.

"Hey" he said, outstretching his arm to hand you the file. "The higher up's have another mission, you and Satoru, Moscow, Russia. Other details are in the file" geto said with a sigh, sitting beside you.

"Why'd you look so depressed man?" Gojo grinned, sticking his head out from the other corner.

"Overtime" he replied, rubbing his face

"Oh come on, be more enthusiastic like me!"

"Shhhh gojo, since you refuse to do your job, we have to clean up after you, that's why nanami despises you" geto chucked

Before gojo could get it a good comeback, you stood up and interrupted, "you know what, i remembered I have second years to teach, toodles" you speed walked away, leaving the two men baffled.

"What's up her ass?" Geto said, leaning back onto the bench.

"Eh who knows, anyways, i gotta go annoy her, see ya" gojo stood up and streched, walking away with is arms behind his head.

"Well, that makes sense" geto muttered, getting a cigarette and lighting it.

"Oye who'll teach the first years when we're gone?" You asked gojo, as you both walked side by side, heading to your respective rooms to pack for tomorrow.

"oh they'll be by themselves, and if suguru is free, he'll handle them"

"by the way, can't the people in other countries assign these to sorcerers in their own fucking areas? Instead of making us go over there to kill it in 5 minutes?" You ask, lighting a cigarette.

"eh beats me, atleast we're getting paid per hour, travel time included" gojo replied, "anyways, see ya my room's here"

Teachers also had rooms here for convence, and it turned out yours and gojo's were right next to each other.

"you've got to be kidding me" you groan, opening the door to your room defeated.

"hey we're neighbours!" Gojo chuckled, amused by your annoyance.

"yea yea don't get used to it" you sigh.

Before closing the door you both say good night to each other, well y'all won't be getting any sleep since it's like 2 am and the flight is at 4, but it's the thought that counts yk?

[twoderanged]

Kikufuku & kaju katli 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑(2)

Indian Female reader!

Gojo satoru x special grade! Reader

i wont be writing as much cus yk exam season

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: swear words in hindi and English, reader getting hurt, crack,

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | next

"Ugh.. why is it so cold?" You mumbled, shivering next to gojo

"aww sweetheart, it isn't even fully winter and you're shivering, whatever will you do?" Gojo smirked, pulling you closer to him to keep you warm.

Even if it wasn't cold for him, you came from South India, where the lowest temperature you ever experienced was 12.2°C and even then you were practically frozen in place, and the highest was 39.2°C . You were very particular about the temperature of the places you were living in.

"shut it gojo, not my fault you grew up in a damn freezer!"

"sweets, it's not even that cold, but I mean if you insist" gojo smirked, pulling off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders.

"ha?! I don't need your help gojo!" You said, thoroughly annoyed.

"your not doing anything to take it off though?" You could practically hear the smug grin on his face as he said that.

"shut up!" You tried shoving him with your elbow, tried. "Ugh! Don't you have first years to teach?!"

"it's Sunday y/n, Sunday..."

"UGGGHHHHHH FUCK OFF!!!" You groan, speed walking into your office, and shutting the door behind you, well trying to shut it.

As the door closed, an unusually large foot came inside, then the white haired tall idiot

"uggghhh, what is wrong with you gojo, leave me alone!"

"nuh uh sweetheart, no can do"

"your gonna stay here the whole time?"

"huh? The whole time? What are you doing here anyway?"

"i-- the mission reports for this week, we have to give it by the end of the day remember??? Yaga is gonna have your head by the end of this If you forgot" you mumbled, sitting down on the couch near your desk.

"nuhhh uhhhhh" he whistled, sitting and twirling around in your office chair, "i asked Ijichi to do ittt"

"uhhh huhhhhhhhh.... Sure you asked him and definitely didn't threaten him"

"is that an attitude I hear?"

You scoffed "ever heard of sarcasm gojo?"

"hey! Why don't you call me by my name, you used to back then!"

"gojo is your name" you said, not looking up from the laptop screen as your fingers typed away.

"You used to call me satoruuuu and 'toru back then... Ahhh such simpler times where your crush used to call you by your first name.." gojo took off his blindfold and looked at you with sincere look, which made your eyes soften as you looked up, but just for a moment.

"ahhh yea, I used to, but now I don't"

"comeee onnnnnnn, i call you by your first name" gojo said with a frown, as he got up from the chair and popped down beside you on the couch, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

"omggg, will you shut up if I call you Satoru?"

"no, I want 'toru"

"ugggghhhhhh... Theek hai, Toru" you mumbled, a bit of Hindi slipping through.

"ha??? What does theek hai mean???"

"shit--- it's okay in Hindi"

"tell meeee, it's not okay!" He whined, not getting it still.

"Satoru, are you stupid? it literally means okay in Hindi"

"oh...."

"yeah! You feel reaaaalllllllll stupid don't ya?" You smirked, but unfortunately that didn't last long

"remember the time you and utahime----" before he could finish his sentence, you flung the closest thing towards his head, which happened to be a book, but unfortunately (again) he had his infinity on, the book bouncing back and hitting your head instead.

"Ow!! Behenchod wtf! I forgot about your infinity" you practically squealed, rubbing your forehead with a pout.

"what did, whatever that was, mean...?" Gojo asked, innocently

"oh.... Um... Uhhhhhhh Nothing you need to know" you smiled at him awkwardly, then before he could get another word out you cut him off "shut up before i use that on you again, remember what happened last time? "

"i--....yes ma'am" gojo mumbled, the previous smile on his face vanishing as a look of terror took upon his features, shivering at the throught.

"ya that's what I though, now sush"

"but your innate technique is still weaker than mine sweets"

"oh shut up, I can beat you in a battle of domains quite easily, remember, you alone aren't the strongest, my powers are still on par with yours" you winked, going back to your forgotten work, quickly typing away.

"oh how could I forget, hmm? Not when your reminding me every 5 minutes!" He spoke, waving his unusually large hands in the air.

"well, someone's gotta keep your ego in check"

"oh shut up" he laughed, ruffling your hair

"oye cut it out!" You laughed, your work now forgotten as you and gojo goofed around.

The next day, 7:30 am

The mission had been going too well, too well for a special grade curse.

Now, you're bleeding from the abdomen, blood pouring out from the wound as you let out a strained cough.

You almost forgot about the three students who were fighting off lower grade curses, cursing to yourself about forgetting the three, your not even sure you'll make it out without passing out

It was cold, freezing even, you pushed yourself up from where you were seated, hands soaked in blood,clumsily walking through the building, you were in excruciating pain. The cursed spirit had caught you off guard, making you hallucinate, you thought you heard yuji, but as soon as you turned around, an onslaught of attacks with fire came towards you.

You thought you would actually lose, but at the last moment, you unleashed your domain expansion, killing the curse instantly

"ugh... Maine kyu domain expansion pehle use nhi Kiya..." You mumbled to yourself, stumbling. (Why didn't I use domain expansion earlier?)

The thought haunts your mind for a bit, as you clench at your abdomen, trying to apply pressure. You didn't have time to use RCT, your energy was already low before you came here, you didn't have time to exhaust your remaining cursed energy and leave it to the students to take you back.

But then, you felt a towering presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to know who it was, the sheer smell of his overly expensive perfume and the cursed energy was enough

Then he spoke, voice low and teasing

"Had a hard time sweetheart?"

You don't even bother turning around, simply giving him a middle finger as a response.

"aw you wounded me sweets" he chuckled, picking you up, bridal style.

You yelped in surprise, "oye asshole! Let go, I can walk on my own!", you squealed, wiggling in his tight grasp.

He smirked, you could already feel the arrogance in his voice. "Nuh uhhh, gotta get you back to shoko in one piece, if something happens to you, whatever will i do? Without my sweetheart?"

"ugh your so annoying"

...

Gojo walks back outside, with you in his arms, to where Ijichi, and the three first years were waiting. Imagine the look of horror on their face as they see their teacher bleeding out in their other annoying teachers arms.

Megumi orders Ijichi to start the car, as he sits in the front, yuji opening the door for you two, and nobara sitting at the other end.

The atmosphere was tense, well only for the first years, you and gojo were bickering like you didn't have huge burns near your abdomen, which was bleeding out all over the pristine white leather of the car. Yuji and nobara almost had a heart attack, thinking their only normal teacher was gonna die (they felt gojo and geto were a bit weird)

Ijichi stopped the car in front of the school, yuji got out first, holding the door open for you two again, being the absolute sweetheart he is.

"ugh, why are you so slow man? Be a bit fast, I'm starting to think they're calling you the strongest for nothing" you groaned, as gojo slowed his pace even more.

"shhhhhh, we're getting there sweetheart"

"yea, 'getting there', by the time we do I'd already have bled out and died" you scowled

"ugh so demanding?" gojo smirked, teleporting both of you to shoko, and carefully laying you on the white bed, which slowly started turning red from all the blood that was pouring out of you.

Meanwhile, the three first years were freaking out, even megumi, concerned for their favourite teacher possibly dying. yuji andd nobara were making theories on why you were so injured in the first place while megumi just sat there.

back with you, gojo slowly stepped away from the bed as shoko left the conversation she was having with geto, and rushed to your side, scolding you for being so careless.

Shoko took out her medical supplies and got to work, putting on gloves and a mask.

"ow wtf?? that hurtss" you mumbled, wincing in pain as shoko cleaned the corners of the wound with anticeptic. shoko gave you a deadpan expression, rubbing the cotton more agressively than before earning a groan from you.

Gojo went and sat at the corner of the room, next to geto, with his hands drenched in your blood. Geto gave him a disgusted expression, not wanting to see so much blood first thing in the morning.

"what?" gojo smiled not inocently, holding up his hands and waving it in front of geto's face just to spite him. Geto made a gagging sound and turned away, flipping him off.

"get tf away from me, that's disgusting" he scowled, instigating gojo to come closer and annoy him further.

"UGH GET AWAY YOU FREAK"

[twoderanged]

Say my name.

Ghostface! Gojo x final girl reader!

A Party goes massively wrong.

CW: violence, oral fem, unprotected sex, first time writing him, rough sex.

The party became a massacre. Two ghostface killers took out most of the individuals except you. You fought your way through but now you were going head to head with one of the masked killers. He was strong, whoever it was and you now needed to rely on speed.

You skirted your way past the knife that he slashed at your body. You ran through the empty living room, making a dart to the front door but a hand seized your hair. You were thrown to the floor, a heavy boot kicking you and you went to cover your vitals when you heard a gurgle.

You lowered your guard and saw the figure collapse. A knife was lodged in his chest as he crumpled but the second Ghostface loomed behind.

You started backing away, your shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor but you froze when you heard a laugh. Not just any laugh but a familiar sound.

Your eyes widened like saucers when you saw the male remove the mask, still giving into whatever sick joke he thought of.

Gojo. His white blonde hair, piercing eyes were covered with blood. You shrieked as he crouched down and seized your ankle as you attempted to move back.

“I told him you were mine. See what happens when people don’t listen?�� He scoffed as you kicked at him and he grabbed hold of your other leg. “Oh, no we’re not playing this little game.”

Gojo’s gloved hands were slippery with crimson as he yanked you towards him. You still wildly shook and swatted at him. But he dismissed it with mild annoyance.

“Everyone knew you were off limits. Only I get you. You’re my little pet. And he should have listened to someone who was better.” You pressed your lips together but he smirked.

“Oh, stop it. Don’t act like there isn’t a small part of you that likes this. That enjoys how far I went to have you. I took out all the competition, saved your life and I even took a few good hits.” He chuckled as you swung your fist but caught it easily.

“Now, are you going to be a good little girl or am I going to have to tie you up?” He worked a blonde brow and you glared at him. Still refusing to speak.

“So be it.” Gojo managed to slip off his belt and tie it around your wrists into contrition.

He also lifted you into his arms and you stopped struggling momentarily so you wouldn’t fall down the stairs. But once he got to the upstairs hallway, you thrashed. Gojo pressed you against the wall by your shoulders and grazed his lips along your pulse point.

“The day I saw you…a student…under someone else. Wearing that pretty dress. I needed you. Needed to do whatever I had to get you. This?” Gojo pinched the black material. “This was a stepping stone. To you.”

“You’re fucking crazy and you’ve seen too many movies, psycho.” You whispered but he only glanced at your lips.

“Movies don’t make psychos. Movies make psychos more creative, princess.” His warm mouth sealed over yours and the logic part of your brain faded.

He kissed you with his whole body, pressing into you and his big hands exploring your curves. They cupped your ass and lifted you by the back of your knees. Gojo kicked open a door, tossed you onto the bed and your dress was hiked.

He groaned at the sight of your underwear peeking through and your disheveled hair.

“Before I feel you squeeze my cock, I gotta taste that pussy,baby.”

Your chest heaved as Gojo tugged down the strings of your thong and peeled them off. He crumpled them into a ball and brought them to his nose. He deeply inhaled and then lifted the gown over his head.

His toned body shifted as he got on his knees and he didn’t waste any more time.

Gojo shoved his face into your cunt, making your head go back as he made out with your pussy. He sucked and licked the clit, moaning around your skin as he sampled every drop you gave him. He wasn’t shy about using his hands. Kneading your tits, gripping your thighs and he even gave you a few harsh spanks if you tried to move away.

You started to pant, groan and whine as he shoved his tongue inside. Thrusting it and a line of drool came out of his mouth as he pulled your clit between his lips.

Your mouth parted with broken cries and he looked up at you.

“Say Ghostface as you cum, little princess.” This challenged you to bite your lip and he nodded.

Gojo pulled back from your pussy, shoving down his pants and his cock slapped between his thighs. The pulsing head dripped with precum as he grabbed your bound wrists and held them over your head.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch. You can say sorry and I’ll cum in you. If you don’t? I’ll cum on you instead.”

You didn’t have a chance to answer as he slapped the tip of his dick against your center a few times. Smearing fluids and then shoved it in. You gasped and whimpered as he filled you deliciously.

You tasted the aftermath of blood as he kissed you again. Nipping your lower lip as his bright blue eyes briefly looked into yours. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and drove his hips harder. Not wasting time building up as his balls slapped your ass.

Losing control as he started rubbing your clit, you yelled. “Ghostface! Ghostface, fuck me!” You slurred as he let out a dark laugh and turned you on your stomach.

Gojo spanked your ass a few times and then put you on your hands and knees.

“That’s my girl. That’s my dirty little slut. My little champion who almost beat me.” He snarled and rammed his cock deep into you. His hands buried in your hair and shoved your face down into the pillow.

Gojo went at a brutal pace but you enjoyed every second as you moaned, whined and sobbed in pleasure as you creamed on his dick.

“Say my fucking name!” He ordered and you screamed with tears in your eyes from overstimulation.

“Ghostface, cum in me! Cum in me, please, please, please!” Ropes of cum spilled into you and dripped out onto the bed. Gojo kept going, thrusting into you until you felt his cock twitch in your cunt.

He leaned down, pressing a few kisses along your spine.

“Now, I’m gonna eat it out and make you taste how much of a slut you are.”

@hauntedfawnn @eerielamb @songbirdmunson @loserboysandlithium

[twoderanged]

Marriage had never been something you understood. What was so special about being tied to someone who couldn’t muster enough respect to treat you as anything more than a dog?. Your mother and father had hated each other. Your father was a cruel man who never had a kind touch, his words would sear into your brain making you feel worthless. Over the years your mother grew to be the same way. She would take out her frustrations on you by keeping you hungry for days with only scraps as your food, It was the only sense of control she had in her life.

From the jump you understood this world was a cruel one. It seemed as thought everyone was always out to have control over someone else, no matter how big or small.

You were 16. 16 years old when a royal chariot arrived at the gates of your father’s estate. It was honesty a hurricane of snapshots from that point on. You were sent of with nothing more than a plastic smile from your parents and the clothes on your back. That’s fine. You didn’t need any reminders from this place, it wasn’t ever your own home.

The carriage ride was grueling. Going for days on end with little to no stopping. When you’d ask when you’d be arriving all the charioteers would say is, “soon madame, soon.”

Unfortunately it was easy to feel their pitiful stares soak into your back. The same way you’ve been looked at by any visitors who saw the abuse your parents put you through. Over time you grew to ignore the continuous stares and whispers but that doesn’t mean it stung any less. Chills would erupt over the ashen skin of your arms and chest any time someone’s stare lingered longer than a few moments.

The few hours of sleep you’d allow yourself quickly caught up to you. Bumping all over the inside of the carriage was all that stood between you and rest, aside from being uncomfortable in the new place. Strong, whimsically beautiful gates finally appeared in front of your eyes after traveling for a little less than four days. Thank God.

Rumors encapsulated the Silver King as to what kind of man he is. Some say he’s satan himself with how gorgeous he is while being so unhinged and cruel to his enemies. It sparked a flame of anxiety within your chest, had you been taken from one prison to be put in another? Would a repeat of your parent’s marriage all over again? Why couldn’t you have met the man before being thrown into his marital affairs?

Gravel crunched under the hooves of horses, coming to a stop smoothly. Upon your door being opened a hand extending to help you out, rows of women and men stood before you. The men were dressed in black garments with gold and cerulean blue accents to highlight their kingdoms colors. Women of all sizes and colors stood before you. Their eyes were so inviting; full of curiosity reserved especially for the new mistress they’d be attending to.

You’re awestruck from the minute you’re being led into the front door of the palace to the time you’re being settled in your expansive room. Tall ceilings with beautifully hand crafted molding curved above your head. Plush white blankets cover a soft mattress offering comfort after a long journey. Floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the gardens occupied one wall. How beautiful. Freshly cut green grass spread so far you couldn’t believe your eyes. Bushes, rows and rows of flowers, white roses, beautiful cornflowers, trees with shapes of all sizes, if you could imagine it, somehow it was incorporated perfectly into the landscape. Just beyond the elegantly crafted garden a view of the ocean took your breath away. Waves crashed onto sandy beaches and glittered under the unforgiving sun.

From behind you, a tall woman a few years older than you rests her hand on your shoulder.. “I know it’s a lot to take in. The king asks you to excuse him for not being able to make your arrival, unfortunately he was caught up with some diplomats.”

Her voice is sweet like honey, long mousy hair was tired neatly into a bun. Her skin was golden like the sun had dripped all over her and soaked in. “Alina, ma’am.” Standing beside her was ridiculous, you felt as thought the roles should be reversed. Alina looked like she was out of a fairytale and acted that way too.

You smile sheepishly at her, not used to the hospitality. “Y/n, please. It’s very nice to meet you Alina.” At your request to call you by your name she nods, bowing her head. “Would you like for someone to come bring your belongings up?” It was an innocent question, really. However it was one that made you flush a little knowing you didn’t have any luggage with you.

Clearing your throat and shaking your head, “I uhm..i’m wearing what i’ve brought.” The dingy dress you wore barely fit, swallowing the frail frame of your body in a way that made you appear bigger than you were. Her apology came quick. Yours faster so.

“Don’t be sorry, please. It’s better I start fresh anyway.”

She smiles sympathetically. There’s an awkward silence that settles between you for a brief moment. You yawn softly and rub a finger over your eyes, fighting the sleep that threatens to break through the wall you’ve put up. Alina wastes no time in hurrying the other women from your room, offering a sliver of privacy. “Y/n, i’m sure you’re exhausted. Why don’t you get some rest before dinner tonight?”

The thought tumbled through your head for a few seconds before the sleep won and you agreed with her. It was such a hard shift from what you were used to at home. Here there were people to serve you every second of the day whereas at your parents estate you couldn’t hardly get the attention of chamber maids, the thought made your heart ache. The king surely can’t be as terrifying as everyone paints him…not with how kind his staff was. People ruled under tyranny never had a chance to be gentle, the complete opposite of what you’ve experienced so far. Hopefully this marriage wouldn’t be like your parents, but even if it was you could get used to finding a platonic relationship in your maids.

As Alina drew the curtains over the windows blocking any sunlight so you could rest easily, you found your way to the bed easily. It didn’t matter how dirty you were from traveling and getting a small tour of the castle wing you’d be staying in. You could bathe when you finally feel up to the task. As of now your joints ached to feel the warm embrace of a bed, one that wasn’t rock hard or worn down. You slipped your shoes off quietly, pushing them neatly beside your end table.

“If there is anything you need just call for me, i’ll be close by.”

Sitting still, you thank the sun kissed women for all of her help. You’d have to get used to the feeling of people taking care of you without feeling so bad about it. Feet shuffled out of your room, hearing the door close with a muffled thud finally gave you the opportunity to fall back on the sheets.

—-

“I do believe attacking head on with an overwhelming number of men would be our best bet!” An older council member slammed his fist against the long table. Tea cups rattled from the vibrations and the sound alone pulled Satoru’s patience even thinner.

Two hours had passed since his wife-to-be arrived at his palace and unfortunately he has yet to meet the woman.

While he intended to be the one to retrieve her from the carriage, things just didn’t work in his favor. An overdue meeting dragged on and on until Satoru could no longer hold his tongue and stood up, brows furrowed. “Mr. Satiyara, I will not remind you again to keep your anger in check around your king.”

Head lowered unanimously at the authoritative tone. Old and young men alike knew you would be arriving today but unfortunately this meeting wasn’t something that could be put off any longer. Apologies were muttered amongst the men while Satoru sighed deeply, moving to leave the stuffy room. “I’ll require some time to look at our troops, weather patterns, and any other factors that may affect our plans. When i’ve come to a conclusion i’ll call for a meeting once more. Good day.”

Quietly the taller man sauntered out of the room full of advisors, his head swarming. Activity around the castle had been suspended for a few days as there was a situation with a group of men in town. Petty thieving had evolved into manslaughter and a kidnapping and unfortunately the men holed up in a house with a family inside. Bustling streets were empty as time ticked on, fear ran high throughout the town wondering if there could be more men hiding in the alleys.

With all of the hectic traffic from the last several days, Satoru hoped meeting his new wife would be a breath of fresh air. All he’d known of you was from a portrait that came across his table, his advisary, Nanami mentioned how important it was for him to find a wife considered he’s been on the throne for 5 years now. His father had suffered injuries on the battle field where he lost his life. His mother was so heartbroken over her husband’s death she’d worried herself sick, literally. Within weeks she had went off to join Satoru’s father leaving him alone to succeed the throne.

Warm rays of sun flooded into the castle hallways. Evenings had proven to be Satoru’s favorite time of day. People were winding down from the day, preparing themselves for the wonders night would soon offer. It was quiet in the palace for what feels like the first time in days.

Making his way to the king’s quarters, Satoru felt the muscles in his shoulders pinch tighter. “nanami, could I ask you something?”

Quietly a bath was drawn steam rolling into the air as lavender trickled into the men’s noses. Nanami was almost out of the bathroom when he’d heard his name, eyebrow quirking. “What is it, my king?”

Nanami had been his father’s advisor, promptly filling the role for the young king. Ever since Satoru was young he’d always come to Nanami for whatever he needed when his parents were busy entertaining the kingdom. From things as little as being upset that someone had forgotten to sew his favorite teddy from where it’d been so worn down, to confiding in Nanami that he’d felt unable to lead the kingdom as his father once did.

Satoru slipped his robes off lowering his body into the warm water. “Do you think she’ll be afraid of me?���

Thick silence fills the room. In all the years nanami had known him, only recently did the man develop a habit of being so somber. Throughout his childhood Satoru was a mischievous little boy, making the staff laugh and sometimes frustrating them with his antics. His loud personality dulled into a cruel and cold shell of what it once was.

“I believe it is up to you to affect how the new queen will view you.” With his answer still hanging in the King’s head, Nanami left to oversee dinner preparations for the night.

——

“Ma’am, it’s time to get ready for dinner.” A warm hand shakes you awake, fingers resting softly on your shoulder.

You grumble quietly into the satin pillow, savoring the new feeling of comfort. It only took a few seconds for you to sit up and let your feet slide from the bed and pad lightly on the floor. Alina leads you into the bathroom where a porcelain bathtub held up with gold claw feet sat bubble filled and inviting in front of you.

The bath went quick. Alina as well as two other women helped you get dressed, moving around you with precision to adorn your ears with beautiful earrings and brush your hair. It was strange to be pampered beyond more than you’ve experienced. Girls throughout kingdoms would swoon for the kind of treatment you receive, however, it was overwhelming. The feeling of other women waiting hand and foot on you didn’t feel right, your whole life it’s always been you.

Beautiful blue fabric draped your body. The bodice fitting you perfectly highlighting your curves. Carefully Alina strung a beautiful necklace on you, pearls were spaced in between small gold chains. Your earrings matched perfectly, small studs of pearl that shone brightly when you moved your head.

“Are you ready to leave ma’am?”

Taking one last look at yourself through the mirror you nodded. “I think so, I'm a little nervous.” You and Alina walk ahead the gaggle of women who chatter quietly behind. The coastal aspects of Satoru’s kingdom was not lost on the castle, beach-like architecture was everywhere.

“Why are you nervous?” Alina asked beside you, her honey like demeanor offering comfort.

“What if the king doesn’t like me? Like, what if I'm not what he expected?”

A hand smoothed down your arm. “I’m sure you’ll be more than what he expects.”

Delicious aromas waft into your nose the closer you get to the dinning hall making your stomach grumble. Before you go in, all of your ladies pause and bow offering a sign of respect before they leave. Unfortunately Alina is among those who leave. A guard opens the dinning hall doors for you and immediately your heart begins to pound.

Satoru stands from the table gently, offering a welcoming smile as he walks over to you. He’s dressed in a casual yet still luxurious outfit, Black pants and vest with a white collared undershirt, his shoes shining softly in the light. His forearms were exposed as was the upper half of his chest, beautiful skin teasing your eyes.

You smile timidly up at the King, offering your hand to him so he could lead you further to the table. For a moment Satoru stands in front of you, eyes full of an indescribable emotion that makes you feel warm. “You look beautiful.”

The whispered words cause your face to flush, eyes looking down as you thank him quietly.

Satoru’s heart feels as if it’s going to leap out of his chest. Looking at you the first thing that jumps out is how young you are, much younger than what your portrait proved. The other striking thing for him is how easy on the eyes you are. Small rounded features make up your face and you’re larger than life eyes make you look like a deer, a fawn. He could tell you were nervous and it made him smile a bit knowing you’d be in for a change.

When he took your hand in his it was a shock to feel how much smaller it felt in his. “I’m sorry for not being able to meet you when you arrived this morning. Hopefully my absence wasn’t too much of a problem.”

His voice was velvety smooth, something many people here seemed to possess. Everyone back home had a bite to their words and truthfully it was surprising how softly the King spoke to you.

“Oh that’s alright. I-I’m sure you were busy, my King.”

“You don’t have to address me formally, you know? You can call me Satoru if you’d rather.” Satoru walked beside you until he was close enough to the table to pull your chair out, pushing it back in once you’d sat.

It was strange to have such a powerful man pulling your chair for you, much less offering his real name.

Food splayed over the table in hoards. It was difficult for you to see all of the food that would surely go to waste knowing there were people who surely struggled to eat. You knew all to well what it felt like to not eat.

“You don’t have to be so shy, sweetheart, I'm not going to bite you.” The words were loud between the two of you making a slight pink hue tint your cheeks.

“I-i’m sorry, i’m just not used to this.”

For a second there’s an uncomfortable silence in the air. From the start of you being in the castle you had been uncomfortable but not because of anyone else, because you felt undeserving. You never wanted to be married. Never wanted to be served as if you were born higher than someone else. Yet here you were, the King marrying you nonetheless.

“Y/n, how old are you?”

Your head jerks up to meet Satoru’s eyes, nerves shot. “I-why?”

“How old are you?”

“16.”

Quickly Satoru stood from where he sat beside you, his back to you before you could get another word out. While you were shocked, so was the King. In his initial selecting of a queen you had jumped out at him, you were so mysterious yet absolutely breathtaking. For days he thought of what kind of person you would be. When you finally arrived it was strange to see you act so shy and Satoru was one to understand that being in the royal palace would shake anyone, but you were…different. For the white haired man it was the first hint to him that something wasn’t right, you looked so much younger than your portrait. Listening to how you barely spoke and watching the reserved uncomfortable body language you had when he was close to you just didn’t feel right. Surely a lady of age would know how to act in the courting stages of a marriage. Right?

So when the thought popped in his pretty head of you being underage he just had to ask the question. And when you informed him of how young you were it made him nauseous, what kind of man would he be to force someone so young into being his bride?

You barely pick at your food, stomaching a few bites so you weren’t starving and then hurrying back to your room. Why did he run from you? Didn’t he know your age when he originally wanted to marry you?

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It’s late at night, servants have found their way to their quarters and the castle is quiet. Fires crackle all around you to heat the large structure. Your mind races with words left unsaid between you and the king. your feet pad lightly on the floor as you explore the halls of the castle, mapping it in your head incase you ever need an escape plan.

Gojo is in his study, papers and documents covering a thick wooden desk haphazardly. His eyes grow heavier as the night goes on and it’s almost impossible for him to stay awake. Out of no where there’s a small sound of feet on the ground outside his door. The strange sound pulls him out of his seat, creeping to the door to see what’s in the hall. It’s strange for a man who commands immense respect to tip toe around his house. When Gojo peeks his head out of the door he’s surprised to see you in your night garments. Or should he say…garment. The sight causes a red hue to find its way on his face before stepping into the hall.

“Sweetheart?”

The sound of his voice surprised you, pulling a quiet gasp from out of your throat. You turned softly to find where his voice came from. Satoru’s large frame sent chills through your body, his eyes were sunken in as if sleep had become something hard to come back as of late. “M-My King!.” Your heart beat softly against the confines of your ribs, threatening to escape.

A pained expression paints his face softly at the formal title, his lips falling into a frown. “Please. Satoru.” The words come out hoarse.

You nod your head and watch as he steps over to you. One of his larger hands comes to finger the hem of your nightgown, grimacing at the thin fabric. Your spine goes rigid, nerves tingling down your body at close proximity.

“Do you find me disgusting?” Is all you whisper, a lump forming in your throat.

His jaw went slack, hands tightening on the fabric. “What?” He asks breathily.

Warm puffs of Satoru’s breath brush your uncovered collarbone and the tips of your shoulders. “I said-“

“I know what you said.” Satoru lets his hand come to rest on your cheek. “Listen sweetheart. I’m sorry for leaving abruptly during dinner…I guess I just didn’t expect you to be so young.”

Quietly a tear rolls down your cheek, nodding ever so slightly as you listen. Satoru clicks his tongue, face softening and his lips pressing a featherlight but secure kiss to your forehead.

His arms wrap around you, pulling your smaller body into his and lacing a few long fingers through your hair. “I don’t find you disgusting.”

Holding onto his shirt, you shake in his arms. A fawn being held so gently between the claws of a bear with no intentions of killing. Your small cries were muffled in Satoru’s shoulder, he held you so sweetly it was hard for you to believe you’d only just met the man.

Satoru hushes you softly, pressing a chaste kiss into your hair. “hey, what’s going on?” You buried deeper into the study feeling of the King’s chest. For the first time you had the touch of a man in your life that wasn’t hateful, it was hard to describe other than feeling safe. The kind of safe where the world could be crumbling around you and Satoru would still protect you.

“I..I’m just tired. From the second I got here to now even I've felt out of place.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

Slowly you let your chin rest on Satoru’s chest, his eyes staring into yours. “You are the future Queen. If there is something you don’t agree with or it makes you uncomfortable then YOU have the power to say no.”

“I don't want to be rude though.”

“Then I'll be rude for you.”

[twoderanged]

Kikufuku & kaju katli 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

A/n: It's my first time writing on here and well I hope anyone who reads it likes it! Aaannnddd it's an introduction chapter!! It will be a series ig

Gojo satoru x special grade! Reader

Indian Female reader!

Geto is alive in this au because I wanted to<3

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3 | next

You were a special grade in india, which tbh was very boring since all 4 other special grade sorcerers you knew were all in japan so you decided to hand in your transfer papers to the principal, who was also your former teacher

The old man was furious, but ultimately he knew he couldn't stop you from going.

So that's how you found yourself in front of the gates of Tokyo jujutsu high, a bag slung over your right shoulder and a cigarette in between your fingers, casually walking in as you owned tre place.

As you entered the principal's office, you saw two guys- gojo and geto sat on the couch, while yaga was sat at his desk. You knew them well back in your student days, but eventually grew apart with being busy with work.

As soon as he saw you, gojo's eyes lit up, immediately recognising you even after not seeing you for a few years, "y/nnnnnnnnnnn omggggg hiii!!!!!!!" He practically squealed.

You looked at him weird but gave him a smile and a wave as you gave yaga some documents finalising the transfer, then swiftly turning around and walking out, cigarette still in between your lips.

"damn... It still smells like smoke and vanilla... Mmmhhhmmmmm so sexy" gojo spoke to geto as they both walked out of yaga's office.

Geto looked at him weird and disgusted "chill man, your too down bad"

Gojo smiled, a blush appearing on his cheeks "I've always been, ever since I've known her"

"ugh... Weirdo" geto sighed

As they both walked into the training grounds to get back to training the first and second years respectively, they saw a small crowd in the middle of the field.

As they got closer they saw both the first and second years surrounding you, bombarding you with questions, as a roughed up nobara stood beside you

"ahhhhhh.... It was just out of instinct, i didn't notice her there!" you sheepishly said, patting nobara on the back

"woah what happened here...?" Geto asked

"ehh... Well I was ... Just standing here and um... Kugisaki came out of nowhere behind me so I kind of sent her flying across the field, but i swear it was my reflexes" you mumbled, as the tips of your ears turned red out of embarrassment.

"ha?" Geto said, baffled, as gojo beside him burst out laughing

"sooooooo yn you wanna go out this weekend?" Gojo said, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"depends, is shoko coming?"

"huhhhh! I was just thinking it'd be just you and me yk, like a date?"

"a date?"

"yes"

"you fr?

"yes"

"like frfr"

"...yes..frfr"

"like actual--"

"omg, yes woman, stop doubting me! How could you doubt the strongest, and most handsome, Satoru gojo!?"

"well i decline" you said, talking a whiff of a cigarette.

"what....whatt?!!!!?!" He stopped in his tracks, having a hard time believing it.

"what? Having a hard time believing someone would say no to you?"

"ofcourse not sweetheart, But why, you wounded me "

"ehhh, too early don't ya think? Maybe later, when we're not so... Busy and bombarded with mission every living second"

"sigh...whatever you want sweets, whatever you want"

Mwah, idk how i did but pls like and repost babes 😽😽😽🎀🙏

[twoderanged]

Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

introduction | previous | next

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[twoderanged]

₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺𝖈'𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙⋆｡°✩

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧.*welcome to my literary universe!✧.*⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ┊ . ˚ ✧

❣ = fluff | ⁂ = angst | ✿ = c's favorites

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི the cat distribution system ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 3.1k ❣ ✿ you find a stray kitten and bring it home to Gojo.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི edible arrangements ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 4.1k ❣ your husband brings home some special brownies to share with you.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི daydreaming ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 1.5k ❣ ✿ Satoru Gojo doesn't ever depend on anyone but himself, but waking up next to you is starting to make him feel a little... in love?

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི peace ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 7.8k ⁂ -> ❣ ✿ you just want a moment of peace, but someone has other plans for you - causing some hurt feelings & confessions.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི perspectives ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 5.7k ❣ Megumi recalls you and Gojo falling in love through his eyes.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི the cold ✧ satoru gojo x reader ✧ 2.6k ⁂ he is your warmth, and now he is gone.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖚 ┊ . ˚ ✧

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི leap frog lovers -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader you’re also a teacher & take your job a litttttle more seriously than your boyfriend does.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི bro zoned -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader a snippet of typical texts between you and your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི double life -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader you compare Gojo to Deadpool and have a certain song stuck in your head (this one).

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི get pranked -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader just some everyday texts with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི first date -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader Satoru Gojo asks you out on a date!

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི second date -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader another date with Satoru Gojo documented through your texts

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི camaraderie -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader a couple song lyric pranks on your husband

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𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖚 ☄︎. *. ⋆: contains: gojo, geto, nanami, haibara, utahime, shoko, reader established satoru gojo x reader

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིsugar salmon -`♡´- hidden inventory group x reader hidden inventory arc groupchat including your best friends, your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, and none other than you, of course!

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིdress to impress -`♡´- hidden inventory group x reader your hidden inventory arc groupchat takes on Dress To Impress!

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ┊ . ˚ ✧

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི suites & sweets -`♡´- satoru gojo x reader freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest. jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | smau and writing | fluff, angst, slow burn contains: gojo, geto, nanami, haibara, utahime, shoko, mei mei, ino, naoya, reader

series masterlist: 0. introduction 1. heaven irl | wc: 2.4k 2. man magnet 3. bottoms up | wc 1.9k 4. don't dox me 5. muffin 6. the party and the afterparty | wc: 3.1k 7. matching pjs 8. the multiverse 9. the movie | 2.1k 10. espresso 11. the beanie 12. cliffhanger 13. enemy adjacent 14. inflatacow 15. freak x3 16. sho down! | wc: 5.4k 17. ...showdown? | wc: 5.9k 18. ragebait 19. the awakening | wc: 4.8k 20. a chance 21. snacks, distract, attack | wc: 3.8k 22. the cursed spirits: live in concert | wc: 9.3k 23. situationship 24. emotional support animal 25. TBA 26. TBA 27. TBA

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Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

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not my fave chapter okay but it's okay i kinda struggled with this one so im happy i figured out what direction i wanted to go into ANYWAY i love you all happy happy new year!!! <3333

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house of cards — gojo satoru.

“Satoru–kun.” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it sent a shiver down his spine. Out of all your clients, he was your favorite. And he was the only one you ever slept with. He makes sure that it always stays that way. If anyone deserves your warmth, it is him. Only him.

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence

WARNING/S: afab! reader, not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 content, romance, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, loneliness, profanity, posessiveness, jealousy, intimacy, emotional dependency, getting together, smut, consensual sex, P to V sex, cowgirl sex, explicit depiction of sexual acts, depiction of loneliness, depiction of complex relationships, depiction of minor threat to harm, hostess escort! reader, sorcerer! gojo satoru;

WORD COUNT: 3.8k words.

NOTE: i like to think a lot about how gege said that gojo is the type of person that longs to be cared for. and i like to think that in some way, he would long for someone to take care of him one way or another. because he's suffered through taking care of everyone. so, i wanted to see him be loved by someone in a different way. anyway, i hope you enjoy it!!! ill be in exam hall today but i wanted to spoil you all. this is my little thanks to your love. ill be turning 24 tomorrow and i see no better way to celebrate than to write. i love you <3

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IT WAS JUST ANOTHER DAY. But you know it wasn’t. It never was when he was around. The neon lights of the infamous hostess bar in Shibuya painted the world in sultry shades of crimson and violet, casting long shadows against the sleek lines of Gojo Satoru’s figure as he made his way through the narrow streets.

His heart, always so guarded, felt heavy tonight. He had grown weary of the mask he wore for the world. His hands, capable of so much power, ached for a different kind of connection.

The door to the private room had creaked open, the familiar scent of your perfume wafting into the air. A mixture of jasmine and something darker, something forbidden. It was intoxicating.

He stepped inside, and the dim, intimate glow of the room wrapped around him like a lover's embrace. He adored it, this scent. He pays extra to know that he was the only one who gets this scent from you.

You in all your finery and beauty sat by the window, your silhouette framed by the soft light, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe that this space—this sliver of time—was real.

Here, in this place, the all-seeing eyes of the world could not reach him. Infinity could not save him from his own loneliness. But staring at you, taking in the warmth of you; maybe you could save him from himself over and over.

“Satoru–kun.” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

Out of all your clients, he was your favorite.

And he was the only one you ever slept with.

He makes sure that it always stays that way.

If anyone deserves your warmth, it is him.

Only him.

You knew nothing about the Jujutsu world—the curses, the battles, the hidden truths that existed just beyond the reach of ordinary people. You had no idea who Gojo Satoru really was, what kind of power flowed through his veins, or the weight of the responsibilities he carried. He would rather that you don’t. 

In your world, he was simply a man who showed up, time and again, in the quiet hours of the night, with that same tired smile and those eyes that never seemed to lose their sparkle, even when they were clouded with something you couldn’t quite name. He was just a lonely man who longed to exist with another.

And yet… you were the only person who seemed to understand him.

You were the only one to truly care for him, since Geto Suguru left.

He doesn’t feel so alone when he’s with you.

It was strange, almost unspoken, the way you always knew what he needed before he said anything at all. The way you noticed the small things—a tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders slumped just slightly when he thought no one was looking. 

You didn’t know why he came to you. You didn’t know why he bothered coming here, when you were sure he could find some warmth in someone else’s arms. You didn’t know what kind of darkness haunted him when he closed his eyes, but you could feel it. The loneliness, the exhaustion, the invisible burden he never spoke of.

You didn’t pry. You knew that much in the business that you don’t meddle in their personal life too much. You can only have so much of the person. You barely know them. It was impolite. So, you never asked questions. Maybe that’s why he kept coming back—because with you, he didn’t have to explain anything. He didn’t have to exhaust himself with the abundance of existing the way he already does. 

He leaned against the wall now, watching you as you moved about the room, your presence calming, your movements graceful and sure. It was the same place he had come to so many nights before, but somehow, it always felt new when you were there. It wasn’t just the setting that put him at ease; it was you. The way you made him feel seen, even though you had no idea who he really was.

He watched in silence as you poured him a drink, your eyes meeting him as you handed him the glass. There was something in your gaze—something quiet, but knowing. You didn’t need to understand the battles he fought or the enemies he faced. You saw beyond all of that, to the man who stood before you, vulnerable and tired.

He didn’t respond right away, the sound of your voice lingering in the air, wrapping around him like a delicate thread pulling him closer. There was a fragility to the way you said his name, as if you understood the weight he carried but never spoke of it. That was why he kept coming back to you—here, he didn’t have to be the strongest. He could just be a man, longing for warmth.

“Satoru–kun.” you repeated, softer this time, your gaze locking with him as he stood still, his frame towering but his expression vulnerable. The mask he wore every day fell away in your presence, and for once, his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Without a word, he crossed the room, his long fingers tracing the edge of the table beside you before they found their way to your skin. There was a hesitance in his touch tonight, as if he feared what might happen if he let himself feel too much. He always made it seem so casual, so effortless, but you knew better. You could feel the tension in him, the unspoken need.

Your hand moved to meet his, your fingers intertwining with his larger ones, a silent invitation. He knelt before you, his breath warm against your skin as his hands trailed up your arms, his touch feather-light yet electric. Every movement was deliberate, each one a question, asking for something he couldn’t quite put into words.

“I told you to call me Satoru. No honorifics, no nothing. Just Satoru.”

“I didn’t want to be impolite.”

He pursed his lips into a flat line. But his gaze was soft. Only for you. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about being polite. I care…I care more for you.”

"Satoru." you said softly, that same voice you always used when you sensed something deeper in him. "You don’t have to say anything. I know."

Gojo Satoru exhaled, long and slow, his fingers wrapping around the glass but not drinking. Just holding onto it, as if grounding himself in the moment. “You always know, don’t you?” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “It’s easy with you.”

Your lips curved into a small smile as you came closer, standing in front of him. "You act like it’s hard to read you, but… it’s not. Not for me."

He chuckled, though there was no real humor in it. “Most people think I’m an enigma. Some puzzle to be solved.”

“I don’t need to solve you.” you said, stepping closer, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of white hair from his forehead. “You’re not a puzzle, Satoru. You’re just… you.”

That simple statement hit him harder than he wanted to admit. You always say it. And yet, it makes him feel warm inside. He always feels validated by the thought of your tender words. It was easy to exist within those words. He was just him. He was just a man to you. Satoru. No expectations, no pressure, just an acknowledgment of who he was, stripped of the titles, the power, the world that constantly demanded more of him.

His calloused hand found yours, pulling it gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “You have no idea what you mean to me.” he whispered, his voice raw, as if the words had been waiting to spill out for far too long. “You always brighten my days.”

Your thumb grazed over his knuckles, and you could feel the tension in his body, the weight he carried that no one else seemed to notice. You didn’t know what haunted him, but you understood his silence. His need for peace, for escape. For someone who saw him without the world’s filter.

“You don’t have to tell me, Satoru.” you whispered, your doe eyes meeting his, full of quiet understanding. He was sure his heart skips a beat at the purr the way you say his name. “I don’t need to know everything to care about you.”

For a moment, his guard slipped entirely. His eyes softened, and there, in the flickering light of the room, Gojo Satoru—the strongest, the untouchable sorcerer, he let himself be vulnerable. He wasn’t looking for answers, for explanations, or validation. He was looking for you. For the connection you offered so freely, without conditions, without needing to know who he truly was.

And in that moment, in your arms, he realized it didn’t matter if you knew nothing about the Jujutsu world. You understood him in ways that no one else ever could.

And for him, that was everything.

"I thought I was fine on my own, hm?" he murmured, his voice low, almost broken. "But it gets lonely, even for someone like me."

You didn’t answer right away, instead, you leaned forward, your lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whispered, "You don’t always have to be alone."

That was all it took. He exhaled deeply, a breath he seemed to have been holding for a lifetime, and in that moment, he let himself give in to the need he had buried so deep.

His lips found yours, the kiss soft at first, testing, as if he wasn’t sure he deserved this kind of solace. But then, as you kissed him back, his hesitation melted away, replaced by something deeper, something more primal.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you into him as if he was afraid you might slip away. The kiss deepened, his lips exploring yours with a desperation he couldn’t hide anymore. His need for control faded, replaced by a hunger that had nothing to do with power or strength, but everything to do with feeling. Feeling you.

As the world outside blurred into nothingness, all that existed was the heat between you, the quiet gasps and the way his body pressed against yours, searching, seeking. For once, Satoru Gojo Satoru wasn’t the strongest sorcerer, or the untouchable figure everyone believed him to be. He was just a man, lost in the arms of the one person who made him feel something more than the weight of the world.

And in that moment, in your arms, he finally found the solace he had been searching for. What he always yearns for. 

Your private room was bathed in shadows, the faint glow of the city lights seeping through the curtains, casting a dim hue over the space as your bodies moved in unison.

Gojo Satoru, the man known for his boundless strength, was now tangled in your sheets, his breath hitching with each rise and fall of your hips. His pale skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, his silver hair falling messily over his cerulean eyes, which were half-lidded with pleasure.

You sat on his lap tenderly. You could feel your thighs trembling as you sank down onto him, his cock filling you over and over again with each slow, deliberate movement. He always felt good, he always felt warm and fulfilling. Kind and tender. He was everything beyond the world. He was the world to you.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he groaned, the sound of his voice vibrating through your core. He was writhing beneath you, his usual composed demeanor completely shattered as he surrendered to the sensations you were giving him.

A soft smirk tugged at your lips as you barely rocked your hips, just enough to keep him on edge but nowhere near the pace he craved. Satoru was a masochist in that way, you like to think. He adored this state, being beneath you. He adores it, giving someone the wheel to drive.

You could feel him trembling under your touch, his muscles tensing as he resisted the urge to buck his hips into you, to take control. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He wanted you to ruin him, to comfort him, to take over him. To take care of him. That's what he had been so blunt about when you first met.

And yet, Gojo Satoru liked power. You could feel it the moment he walked in your life. He had always thrived on dominance, on control, on being the one who dictated the pace. In the world outside these walls, he was untouchable, indomitable. But here, in your arms, in your bed, he was something else entirely. He was human, like everybody else. Vulnerable, yearning. He was your human here. And he wanted that for all of time.

“You’re so… fucking perfect, aren’t you?” he groaned, his voice strained, as if he was holding onto his last threads of restraint. His eyes flickered up to yours, wide with desperation, his pupils blown with lust. “Please……make me cum. Dry me up. Please. Please….”

You leaned forward, your hands resting on his chest as you rolled your hips slowly, watching him unravel beneath you. His breath came out in sharp gasps, his body trembling with need as his fingers slid up your sides, desperate for more, desperate for you. He needed to be cared for, to be spoiled. He had always sought control, always demanded it, but here, with you, he gave it all away.

"Is this what you want?" you whispered, your voice soft and teasing as you ground down on him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of you. "For me to take care of you?"

He groaned, his hands sliding to your waist, but you swatted them away, holding them above his head. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement flashing through them as he let out a low, guttural moan.

“Yes, yes…..” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to baby but fuck, oh—please, just keep going, roughen me up. Oh, oh!"

You smiled, knowing that you had him completely. His body was yours to command, and he wanted it that way. For all the power he held in the world outside, here, he craved something different. He wanted to be the one at your mercy, to be loved, cherished, used.

"You're so good for me, Satoru. Always have been, hm?" you murmured, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling the shudder that coursed through him as you continued to ride him slowly, deliberately. His breath hitched, his body trembling under your touch, teetering on the brink of release.

“Let go, Satoru.” you whispered, a smirk tugging at your lips as you felt the tension coiling inside him. “Let me spoil you.”

His hands gripped the sheets tighter, muscles taut as he strained to hold back, but your soothing words and the slow rhythm were unraveling him completely. He was always so beautiful to you. Yesrs had passed and he was still the most beautiful creation of life itself. And yet, to you — he was most beautiful like this. Being a mess, being loved by you and only you.

"I've got you. Come." you breathed against his skin, your voice dripping with reassurance as you began to move faster, giving him exactly what he had been silently begging for.

He let out a deep, guttural groan as his body arched beneath you, completely undone by the intensity of the pleasure you were giving him, lost in the sensation of you taking control, of being utterly yours.

Just as you thought you had him completely under your control, Satoru’s hands suddenly shifted, gripping your hips tightly, stopping your movements with a firm, unyielding grip. His eyes, darkened with a possessive edge, locked with yours, a smirk curling on his lips as he effortlessly flipped you onto your back.

“You think you’re the only one who can take care of me?” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers trailed down your body, his touch setting every nerve alight. “Let me show you what it really means to take care of you too, baby."

Before you could respond to his words, he was inside you again, thrusting deep, stealing your breath with every stroke. You gasped in surprise and pleasure as you feel the weight of his body crushing you. The intensity, the way he completely dominated the moment, left you reeling, unable to do anything but cling to him.

“You should quit this stupid job. I don't care if you only talk to everyone. I don't care if I'm the only one you sleep with, baby.” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as his hips moved with relentless precision. “'ant you to be my wife. Only mine, won’t you? For forever! Give me a shot, baby….I know…. I know you keep saying no. But I…I get jealous, you know?”

His pace quickened, each thrust more possessive, more consuming than the last. He always says this to you. Ten years and he hasn't stopped. But somehow, there was that intensity each and everytime. Each and every animalistic encounter shattered you, ruined you—for everyone else. You belonged to him. Only him.

His bright cerulean eyes never left yours, as if to drive home every word he spoke, as if he wanted to imprint himself onto you. You tried to hold on to him, but it did not help as the power of his thrusts shook you over and over in a pandemonium of pleasure.

"I can’t help it. I want to because that's how I keep you but I....." he admitted, his voice dripping with that familiar cocky confidence, yet laced with something more primal. "I think about those pathetic men, those stupid clients of yours. The way they all look at you. Oh, it drived me crazy! I hate it. I wish I could—"

His words cut off with a groan, and his hand slid up your throat, holding you in place as he stared down at you with raw intensity. "I wish I could kill them. I wish I could get rid of them. I wish they would just disappear. I wish I could kill every man in the world to just keep you for myself. You and me in our cage like this."

A shiver ran through you, both from his words and the feeling of him inside you, completely overwhelming you in every sense. He meant every single bit of what he said. And this time, you feel like he will actually go through with it. You feel like he will actually lock you away with him. To soothe his misery, to love you, to curse you—to be with him. Only him.

You knew he did. And that has made you more and more excited. You knew you shouldn't. You knew you don't think you should wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his torso, to pull him closer. But you do it anyway. You love this man, you didn't want to admit it. You didn't want to admit it. But you were in the high of pleasure and sometimes, there is honesty in the way you kerp him closer as the pleasure bleeds you through. And that made sure you couldn’t think straight.

His lips brutishly crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss, desperate and hungry. And you return it back just as hungry, just as animalistic, just as brutishly. When he parts from you, a string of your pleasure lips leaves both your lips as he drives deeper inside. You groan, feeling his head rest on your sides. He leans on your cheek, the sweat of two birds in this cage blending into one.

“You belong to me, baby.” he whispered fiercely between kisses. “Only me. Let me take care of you, forever. Quit everything else. I’ll spoil you every day. I’ll love you so much, you won’t need anything else.”

His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you that this was your favorite, Gojo Satoru —your frequent customer, your incessant lover, and sometimes, your ruthless hunter. And he was searing it all in your memory. Every thrust, every word, felt like a vow, a promise that you were his, completely and utterly, just as he was yours.

"Say it, hm?" he breathed against your lips, slowing just enough to make you crave more. "Say you’ll be mine, baby. You know you want to. Say it, oh–say it. Only mine."

Your breath hitched as he hovered above you, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. Satoru’s hand on your throat was a reminder of just how easily he could dominate, how much he craved control over you, especially now.

“I’m already yours, Satoru.” you whispered, your voice shaky but firm. But it wasn’t enough for him—not tonight. “Only yours…years ago. Y'know that! I....h—only yours.”

He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Not like this. Not just tonight.” he murmured, his fingers tightening ever so slightly as he continued to move inside you, deliberate and slow, driving you wild with each agonizingly deep thrust.

“I want you to quit, okay? For good. No more work, no more clients. No more others. Just me.” His other hand slid down your body, tracing patterns that made your pulse race. “I want you to be mine. Only mine. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else near you.”

The possessiveness in his voice made your heart race, a mixture of arousal and something else—something darker. You could feel the desperation in him, the way his jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

He couldn’t help it, and you knew it. From all these years you had known Gojo Satoru, the one thing you gathered from his stories, from how he bought all of your time when he was here — is that he wasn’t used to sharing, and when it came to you, there was no middle ground. Nothing will stop him.

“Please…....” you started, but your words were cut off as his lips crashed down onto yours again, silencing any protest. His kiss was bruising, demanding, and when he pulled back, his expression was fierce.

“Say it, hm?” he demanded, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. His hips picked up speed again, his thrusts hard and purposeful. “Say you’ll quit. Say you’ll be mine, that you’ll be my pretty little wife. I need to hear it.”

You bit your lip, your mind reeling from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, your body practically melting beneath him. His hand slid down from your throat to your waist, gripping you tightly as he drove into you harder, relentless in his pursuit of your submission.

“I hate it.” he groaned, his words laced with frustration and desire. “I hate everyone else. I hate them. I need them gone. I need them to leave you alone. I need you. Just you.”

“Satoru, oh….” you gasped, your fingers digging into his arms as you tried to hold on, tried to ground yourself in the storm of his possessiveness. He was everywhere. His touch, his breath, the weight of his body pinning you down—it was all too much, and yet not enough. You needed more, craved it, and he knew it.

“You want to belong to me. You promised. ” he whispered harshly, his pace quickening as he drove you closer to the edge. “So, uh, just come with me. Let me take care of everything. Let those old geezers cry about tradition. I don't care about their tears. I want you. You won’t need anything else but me.”

The sheer force of his words, the conviction in his voice, pushed you closer and closer to the depths of this house of cards. In his arms. No matter how it falls. You surrendered to fate. To him. You always have. And again, you will. It wasn’t just about possession—it was about his need to keep you safe, to protect you from the world, even from his own jealousy. And you wanted him to continue. Because you loved him. More than you could even understand. You were trapped in that the moment his eyes burned yours.

“I’ll spoil you every day, little wife. My baby.” he promised between ragged breaths, his pace relentless now, his grip tightening around you as his body trembled with the strain of holding back. “Just say it. Say you’re mine, forever.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, his words and his touch driving you to the edge of pleasure and submission. You met his gaze, your voice shaky but resolute as you whispered the words he needed to hear.

“I’m yours, Satoru. Only yours. Forever.”

At that moment, the tension in him broke. His hands gripped your hips possessively as he took you completely, a deep, guttural groan escaping his throat as he claimed you fully. The intensity of it all—his desire, his need, his jealousy consumed you both, and you felt yourself unravel beneath him.

He held you tightly as you both came undone together, his forehead resting against yours as his breathing slowed, the aftermath of the storm leaving you both trembling and sated.

“Mine. You.” he whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. His voice was quieter now, filled with something softer, more vulnerable. “You’re mine. And I’ll take care of you. Always.”

You could feel the truth in his words, the promise behind them, and as you lay there in his arms, you realized just how deep his love ran—possessive, yes, but also protective, unwavering in its devotion.

And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew he meant every word. You both don’t have to be alone in this world. Even if you both are locked up alone in this cage only for two. Even in a house of cards. As long if its you. If you're together. That's enough for Satoru. And it's enough for you.

"I love you." Gojo Satoru whipers to you.

You do not say it back to him.

But he knew, the pull of your arms on his chest was more than enough.

[twoderanged]

do you ever think about university!satoru who keeps checking out new books every week as an excuse to talk to the cute front desk employee?

he makes a bet one day with suguru that he can get a date with you faster than suguru can get a date with the rec center attendant. quantity over quality interactions would win him the bet, so he makes it his mission to simply see you as much as possible. but he can't hold up the line, right? so instead of leaning over the desk and chatting you up with a charming smile, he checks out new books every week just to see you and show his face, snagging little pieces of information about you as time goes on. he searches up corny jokes and puns to make you smile while you're scanning his school id, and he lives for the times he makes you laugh even in the brief interactions he has to plan out in his head (to not waste any time, obviously).

you start to ask him about himself, like if he also worked, if he was taking any difficult classes, and finally his major...to which his response is bioengineering. your eyes widen and you blink a few times, like he'd said something incorrect.

is something wrong?

not at all, you chuckle. i just thought your major would be undeclared considering the variety of stuff you check out.

variety? his eyebrows furrow and you turn the laptop monitor so that he can read what he'd been checking out for the past few weeks. he gapes dumbly at the screen, completely unaware that he'd left such an incriminatingly stupid paper trail. the truth was, he'd just been grabbing a book off a random shelf and checking it out, not bothering to see what it was. so, he could imagine your surprise when he checks out in succession:

a summary of the most important technological advancements during the qing dynasty,

a comprehensive guide to teaching physics (in german, of all things),

a periodical compilation of women's fashion from 1983,

and a bilingual translation of the communist manifesto.

i have...interesting taste? you burst out laughing harder than he'd ever made you laugh before and cover your face with your hands. what's so funny?

nothing, nothing, you insist. it's just, if you wanted my number, you could've just asked, you know?

would you have given it to me?

maybe, if you came in with a good book report the next week. you shrug innocently before handing him his newest loan: the financial workings of central american countries. before he can respond, you wave over the next student and he's shelved until next week.

when he approaches you again, he's holding his item with less bravado than previous weeks. your smile is teasing and he barely says a word, only placing the item gently on the front desk. he sheepishly slides over the book and you notice the post-it with his phone number on it before you notice the title.

"flirting for dummies."

[twoderanged]

gojo is used to strange people with strange requests. he gets paid for doing people’s dirty work, things they’d never do themselves, so this is pretty standard in his line of work.

he had to survive somehow, and if becoming the bidder of bad tidings was what made him coin, then he wasn’t one to complain.

another thing that gojo had gotten especially good at is knowing when somebody is looking for him. it’s usually scurried glances and sweaty palms that give them away. which is why now, as he’s resting an ale in hand at the back of the tavern, does he feel this sense go off.

he sits alone, not looking up from his drink as he feels a set of eyes on him. tonight was his night of rest, his horse was sleeping outside, and he had booked a room just for himself. he didn’t care what they gave him. he was checked out for the night.

the room is crowded, with loud and boisterous laughter filling any gaps of silence. people are taking and shouting, but it doesn’t mask the set of footsteps getting near to where he was trying to hide away from everybody else.

gojo keeps his head down, his nose wrinkling in annoyance when timid hands set a pouch in front of him. filled to the brim with gold, most likely.

“i need your help,” a voice, frightful and cracking, says.

gojo rolls his eyes. this isn’t the first time a girl has run away from his rich family and begs him for a chance away. but he’s done that too many times, gone through too much. he’d rather just kill the parents. he takes a sip of his drink, resting his back on the wall.

he knows how this usually goes. a girl wants to run away, she finds him, they end up running away, only for the girl to feel guilty and beg him to take her back home. either that or she has no plan in mind and forces him on an endless chase to somewhere she doesn’t even know.

judging by the tone of your voice, he’s betting you’re a mix of both right now.

“i’m not offering any help right now,” he says, twisting a ring back and forth on his fingers, one he had stollen a while ago.

“i have more gold,” you beg, “i need your help… please. i heard you’re the only person who’s made it through the north alive.”

gojo glances up at you briefly, taking in your bruised and cut face, most likely from running away, at your eyes filled with tears, and at the way your lips trembled.

his eyes flit away momentarily, not expecting you to take him by surprise. you look more roughed up than the other girls he’s seen so far, a certain heaviness in your stare.

“no.” he says bluntly and your gaze seems to waver just slightly. you gnaw on your lips, wondering how you could change your speech to change his mind.

“my father wants me to marry this man. he’s,” you shudder a little bit at the thought, “inhuman. if i don’t get away soon his men will find me. i,” your breathing shudders, “i can’t let them find me.”

gojo sighs deeply though his nose. so much for a relaxful evening.

his eyes search yours again, and he feels a different urgency that he’s never felt before. something that tells him that this is different, that if he doesn’t help you it’s going to be more than a simple punishment of your father taking away your allowance.

“where’s the rest of your gold?” he looks to your empty hands and then back up to your face.

you sputter, looking at him in shock.

“i-in my satchel,” you swallow thickly, “i left it near your horse.”

his mouth almost quirked upwards.

“where do you want to go?” he asks, watching as your posture straightens up a bit.

“to the shore,” you say, “i’ll get the soonest ship out.”

gojo stares at you and you stare at him. he surveys the pouch of gold, knowing it’s more than he’s ever made in months, something he desperately needs.

he rubs a hand across his face, squeezing his eyes shut as he thinks.

“when do you need to leave?” he asks although gojo already mows the wretched answer.

you look bashful as you duck your head down.

“n-now, if possible.”

gojo stares at your pouch a little bit longer. he downs the rest of his drink as he stands up, eyes raking over your features. if it weren’t for time and place he might’ve asked you to accompany him back to his room.

you stare back at him silently and he quirks his silver brow.

“what?” he grumbles, “get your things. we’re leaving.” a small smile breaks its way into your face as you collect your measly bag and your satchel of gold.

gojo knows he shouldn’t have said yes the moment he saw you grin, knowing that you weren’t an ordinary girl and this wasn’t an ordinary request. but he didn’t find it in himself to care.

at least for now, he didn’t.