yukiiisx

[yukiiisx]

Blindfold and Blushes

chapter two

if u didnt read it part one:

https://www.tumblr.com/yukiiisx/789970364456435712?source=share

Gojo unfolded the paper as I tried to snatch it away from him. 

"Hey- Give it back-" I said trying to snatch it away but his reflex were quicker. He easily raised his arm over his head, keeping the paper just out of reach with that infuriating grin spreading across his face.

“Ooh, what’s this?” he said, tone playful but his eyes already scanning the page. I felt my face flush so hard, it felt like the sun crawled beneath my skin. I hoped he didn't read it out loud. I kept my gaze fixed on the desk, hoping the heat in my cheeks to fade before he looked up. Is he going to laugh?

He turns to me soon and lets out a low laugh,"Damn. Didn't know you had that in you. Poetic." He said chuckling, his reaction a little less mocking than I thought it'd be. He shuffles the paper back to my desk. 

Yaga sensei wasn't in the class anymore, I was too caught up to realize he left 5 minutes ago. My  embarrassment lessened at his more cool reply, which I was assuming that was going to be mocking.

"Don't snoop-" I said scrunching it into my pocket quickly. Gojo folded his arms, seeming to be enjoying my embarrassment.

"Satoru, stop pestering her." I heard another voice spoke from his side. It was a raven haired man, who looked calm and composed, his hair into a neat bun.

Gojo glances to the side as he hears the voice, and a playful smirk immediately rises on his face,"Pestering? Me? I'm just having a little fun, Suguru."

The man raised his brows but said nothing more. I touched my cheeks, it still felt warm. Atleast class was over, I decided to go home now.

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The sky looked dull the next morning, like they hadn't made up their mind whether it was going to rain or not. I clutched my bag tighter walking into class, mentally affirming that I won't attract any unnecessary attention today. Specially not from Gojo Satoru. 

I slid into my seat, the usual chatter of students filled my ear. I looked around, he wasn't here yet. It doesn't matter. It's good that he's not.

"Morning, poet" Gojo. His tone was low, amused, and entirely too smug for this early. I didn’t respond right away, keeping my eyes on the desk, pretending I hadn’t heard.

"You're gonna sit beside me?" I said, cocking my brows, being a little surprised. A slow grin spread across his face as he said,"You know we have to sit in this arrangement for the whole year? Once chosen you can't change your seat." He said it like he was reading it off a school rulebook. I frowned.

“What?”

“What?” he echoed, mocking my expression. “I’m not that bad.”

He leaned back, fake-pouting like he was deeply offended. Just then, Yaga Sensei walked in, greeting the class warmly before starting the lesson on curses.We greet him and he starts teaching about curses. "Alright everybody, let's start introduction to curses. Now when we study this-" 

I tried to focus, though Gojo’s silence felt strange yet peaceful. Still, my eyes betrayed me, drifting toward him once more.

A smug smile tugged at the edge of his lips, and he didn’t even look my way when he said under his breath, “Knew you couldn’t resist.”

I turned back to the board so fast I nearly knocked my pen off the desk. Heat flared across my cheeks again, Gosh how do I end up feeling embarrassed in front of him when I'm not even doing anything?

He suppressed a laugh, letting out a small and hushed snort. I underline the important parts in my textbook as instructed by yaga sensei, avoiding further humiliation, pretending his stupid laugh didn’t crawl under my skin.

“Pay attention,” Yaga sensei said suddenly, snapping a piece of chalk against the board a little too hard. “This is the foundation of everything you’ll learn here.” I blinked at my textbook.

“I think you missed a line,” he whispered. I stiffened.

He tapped the edge of my notebook lightly with the back of his pen, right where I’d skipped a sentence in the middle of my notes. I stayed quiet, paying attention to sensei's words. Rest of the class was quiet, he didn't say anything and I didn't dare glance at him. 

After a long day, I finally headed outside school. I stood under the building since it started raining heavily. Shit and I have no umbrella too. Before I could even look up or say thank you, I felt someone step right beside me, holding the umbrella over both of us.

A/N: GUYSS TWO chapters in one day i REALLY hope i wake up to something good response for this <3

[yukiiisx]

Blindfold and Blushes:Gojo x reader

Chapter one: (on wattpad)

https://www.wattpad.com/1562682704-blindfold-and-blushes-gojo-x-reader-chapter-one

Your POV:

"I've never thought eyes were as pretty until I saw yours, when your eyelashes flutter softly like a gentle breeze on a still afternoon- 

I always thought the idea of time stopping was just a poetic lie - until the moment I looked at you, and the hour didn't seem to pass by."

I clicked the pen shut and cringed reading it again. Maybe it sounded better in my head or I'm just bored. I folded the paper and scrunched it in my pocket and slinged my bag over my shoulder. I stood in front of the door before opening it - my fingers trembled slightly. The faint murmur of students chatting drifted out from inside. I took a deep breath, shoved the nerves down, and pushed it open. 

Yaga-sensei smiles as he sees me in the doorway, before I could say anything he greets me,his voice steady and welcoming, "Good morning. You must be the new transfer, correct?" I nod softly coming in,"Yes sensei"

"Alright, come on. The class is just about to start. Everyone, we have a new student joining us today."

A hush fell over the room as all eyes turned toward me. I forced a small, shaky smile and scanned the faces quickly. My gaze landed on a boy with white hair, a smirk curling his lips as he whispered something to his friend. Was he laughing at me? I shook the thought away. It didn't matter.

"Goodmorning everyone." I say politely, and look back at Yaga sensei,"Sensei, where do I sit?" 

Yaga-sensei looks around the room, considering the available seats. He points to a desk that is vacant, conveniently beside the silver haired boy.

"You can take that desk right there, beside Gojo." He points to the silver haired boy that was just laughing.  I swallowed and nodded, making my way over.

"Okay.." I said, making my way over to him. He watches as I make my way to the desk beside him, and he raises his head to glance at me. He lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow, his blue eyes sizing me up, leaning back in his chair, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey there." He kept looking, as if trying to figure me out.

He observes me for a moment longer, his gaze flickering over my features before he speaks again,"You're the new transfer student, huh?"

"Yeah I am." I said in a matter-of-factly tone. His smirk widens as he notices the firmness in my tone. He leans forward propping his chin on his hand, eyes not leaving mine."What's your name?"

Great. Just what I needed, I thought. A guy who thinks he's already got me figured out?

"Y/n."

Gojo repeats my name, a small hum of acknowledgment escaping his lips. He studies me for a beat longer before responding.

"Y/n, huh? Nice name."

He leans back in his chair again, his gaze still fixed on me. "Thanks" I simply mumble, hoping he would stop speaking now.

He lets out a chuckle and cocks an eyebrow,"You're a pretty stoic one, aren't you?" The amusement in his voice was clear, like he was daring me to react.

Stoic? Fantastic. Just what I wanted to be labeled on day one.

"Not really. I just don't talk to strangers a lot." I say, pulling out my notebook, trying to focus on what Yaga-sensei  is teaching.

He snorted quietly, like he found that funny,"Fair enough."

He props his chin in his hand once again,"But we're no longer strangers, are we? You're sitting right besides me. I'm sure we will see each other often."

Yeah, as if that's possible, I thought, feeling a quiet knot tighten in my stomach.I tried to keep my gaze on the board, but his voice echoed louder in my head than the professor's. Why does he have to be so loud?

"Uh, okay.." I say, scribbling quickly into my notes whatever sensei yaga was writing in a bad handwriting. Gojo's smirk shifted into a small, satisfied grin at my silence.

"You know, you don't have to be so uptight. I promise I won't bite." He says jokingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Yaga's voice cracked sharply, "Gojo!"

The sudden snap of chalk hitting the board made both of us jump slightly.He said as if it's a warning,"Focus on your work now."

He pouts mumbling a small 'fine' scribbling away at his copy laid back, almost like he didn't even care. The rest of the class went by peacefully although, his unknown glances did not go unnoticed by me. Then I felt something slipping out of my pocket. My heart skipped. The folded paper fluttered to the floor, landing right at Gojo's feet.

Before I could even reach for it, his hand was already there, picking it up.

Fuck.

A/N: hope yall like it. please consider checking out my wattpad too.

taglist: @satorusaysiloveyou @gojhoes

[yukiiisx]

Blindfold and Blushes:Gojo x reader

Chapter one: (on wattpad)

https://www.wattpad.com/1562682704-blindfold-and-blushes-gojo-x-reader-chapter-one

Your POV:

"I've never thought eyes were as pretty until I saw yours, when your eyelashes flutter softly like a gentle breeze on a still afternoon- 

I always thought the idea of time stopping was just a poetic lie - until the moment I looked at you, and the hour didn't seem to pass by."

I clicked the pen shut and cringed reading it again. Maybe it sounded better in my head or I'm just bored. I folded the paper and scrunched it in my pocket and slinged my bag over my shoulder. I stood in front of the door before opening it - my fingers trembled slightly. The faint murmur of students chatting drifted out from inside. I took a deep breath, shoved the nerves down, and pushed it open. 

Yaga-sensei smiles as he sees me in the doorway, before I could say anything he greets me,his voice steady and welcoming, "Good morning. You must be the new transfer, correct?" I nod softly coming in,"Yes sensei"

"Alright, come on. The class is just about to start. Everyone, we have a new student joining us today."

A hush fell over the room as all eyes turned toward me. I forced a small, shaky smile and scanned the faces quickly. My gaze landed on a boy with white hair, a smirk curling his lips as he whispered something to his friend. Was he laughing at me? I shook the thought away. It didn't matter.

"Goodmorning everyone." I say politely, and look back at Yaga sensei,"Sensei, where do I sit?" 

Yaga-sensei looks around the room, considering the available seats. He points to a desk that is vacant, conveniently beside the silver haired boy.

"You can take that desk right there, beside Gojo." He points to the silver haired boy that was just laughing.  I swallowed and nodded, making my way over.

"Okay.." I said, making my way over to him. He watches as I make my way to the desk beside him, and he raises his head to glance at me. He lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow, his blue eyes sizing me up, leaning back in his chair, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey there." He kept looking, as if trying to figure me out.

He observes me for a moment longer, his gaze flickering over my features before he speaks again,"You're the new transfer student, huh?"

"Yeah I am." I said in a matter-of-factly tone. His smirk widens as he notices the firmness in my tone. He leans forward propping his chin on his hand, eyes not leaving mine."What's your name?"

Great. Just what I needed, I thought. A guy who thinks he's already got me figured out?

"Y/n."

Gojo repeats my name, a small hum of acknowledgment escaping his lips. He studies me for a beat longer before responding.

"Y/n, huh? Nice name."

He leans back in his chair again, his gaze still fixed on me. "Thanks" I simply mumble, hoping he would stop speaking now.

He lets out a chuckle and cocks an eyebrow,"You're a pretty stoic one, aren't you?" The amusement in his voice was clear, like he was daring me to react.

Stoic? Fantastic. Just what I wanted to be labeled on day one.

"Not really. I just don't talk to strangers a lot." I say, pulling out my notebook, trying to focus on what Yaga-sensei  is teaching.

He snorted quietly, like he found that funny,"Fair enough."

He props his chin in his hand once again,"But we're no longer strangers, are we? You're sitting right besides me. I'm sure we will see each other often."

Yeah, as if that's possible, I thought, feeling a quiet knot tighten in my stomach.I tried to keep my gaze on the board, but his voice echoed louder in my head than the professor's. Why does he have to be so loud?

"Uh, okay.." I say, scribbling quickly into my notes whatever sensei yaga was writing in a bad handwriting. Gojo's smirk shifted into a small, satisfied grin at my silence.

"You know, you don't have to be so uptight. I promise I won't bite." He says jokingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Yaga's voice cracked sharply, "Gojo!"

The sudden snap of chalk hitting the board made both of us jump slightly.He said as if it's a warning,"Focus on your work now."

He pouts mumbling a small 'fine' scribbling away at his copy laid back, almost like he didn't even care. The rest of the class went by peacefully although, his unknown glances did not go unnoticed by me. Then I felt something slipping out of my pocket. My heart skipped. The folded paper fluttered to the floor, landing right at Gojo's feet.

Before I could even reach for it, his hand was already there, picking it up.

Fuck.

A/N: hope yall like it. please consider checking out my wattpad too.

taglist: @satorusaysiloveyou @gojhoes

[yukiiisx]

Purity

pairings: Cult leader! Geto x fem reader

warnings: kidnapping, stalking, drugging, mentions of blood, knife play, mentions of k/lling, power dynamics, corruption kink, virgin reader, crying kink

wc: 1,840 words.

->all scenes are consensual.

A/n: LETS GOOO

“I want you to look at me as I take your virginity.”

You walked around the mall with your friend weaving between groups of people, looking at the displays,“How do these stores expect us to decide when every window looks the same?” you said, eyeing a row of identical mannequins dressed like they all came from one clearance sale.

Your friend shrugged, crunching on a pretzel,“Maybe they’re testing us—seeing if we can stare at the same old styles without running for the exit.”

You gave an exaggerated sigh, popping a piece of chocolate in your mouth,“Well, if that’s the goal, I’m about two seconds away from an epic meltdown."

"It's kind of late. Okay, we need to find food and something cute." Your friend said, throwing her hands up in the air at the last part as you laughed at her persona.

Click.

-

"This is the girl, Master." The man slid the photo across the polished table to a raven haired man.

"She's pure?" The raven haired man questions, cocking his eyebrows at the subordinate man.

Without hesitation, the subordinate nodded,"Yes, she is. No boyfriends, no going to parties, no hooking ups and no sense of safety too."

-

And safety was exactly what you lacked, how dumb can you be to leave your keys under the mat where you kept your potted plant, just in case you lose your original one.

You returned from the mall to your apartment where your friend dropped you, your shopping bag dangling from your hand, the thin plastic handles digging slightly into your fingers, your other hand fishing for the keys in your pocket. The door clicks open with a familiar creak.

The apartment was silent, not peacefully. But strangely. No hum from the fridge. No faint traffic sounds through the windows. Just silence. You stood still for a moment, your fingers tightening slightly around the plastic handles of the bag. Maybe you were just tired.

You put the bag down and remove your shoes. Suddenly you hear a whisper of breath behind you. Soft, but unmistakably close. Before you could straighten up, before your mind could even register the sound, a hand with a tissue clamped over your face. The chemical sting hit your nostrils instantly, making your eyes water and your throat tickle and before you knew it you passed out.

-

You woke up in a dark room, as your eyes slowly adjusted in the darkness you could see that the room was not totally dark, but dimly lit with candles placed at the end of each room.

You turned your head slowly, and there they were — placed deliberately, eerily, at the far corners of the room. Four of them.

Your head throbs. You can’t remember how you got here. You got home and.. Nothing. You try to sit up, but your limbs feel weak, like you’ve been asleep for too long—or drugged. There’s fabric beneath you, soft but unfamiliar. Silk? Velvet?

You glance down. Your clothes are different now, maybe they changed it while you slept. It was a white gown with red hems at the corners.

Then, a door creaks open. Your body stiffens and instinctively, you hold your breath. Soft footsteps echo against stone floors. Slow, controlled. There’s no rush in them, no panic—only purpose. A figure steps into view, finally illuminated by a flicker of dim, golden candlelight, that he's holding in his hands.

It’s a man. Tall, composed, dressed in black ghostly robes. His long dark hair is tied back. He had a stoic expression on his face.

“You’re awake,” he says, voice low, like it was meant to lull you into surrender. “Good. It’s almost time.”

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes. Not under that gaze that makes you feel naked even though your clothed. Not when he steps closer to you.

“There is nothing to fear,” he says, as though reading your thoughts,“You’ve been chosen.”

Chosen? Chosen for what? You don't understand. Your lips part slightly, finally able to shape the beginnings of a question, but you don’t even know what to ask, your voice getting stuck in your throat.

His hand reaches out, deliberate and slow, fingertips grazing the curve of your jaw, slowly moving to your lips pressing on the plumpness.

"I can see that you are scared. Good."

His hand lifts again, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, and then lingers—fingertips grazing your skin. The touch sends shivers down your spine, delicate and dangerous.

“I can feel your pulse,” he whispers, eyes fixed on your lips now. “It’s racing.”

His fingers slide down, stopping just above your collarbone, his touch light — too light. The absence of pressure makes you feel crazy. Like he’s teasing you. "It's strange, right? How we try to act brave and then our body gives us away?"

No response. You still can't speak. You don't know what to say to the man. Although your clothed his gaze feels like its getting stripped, layer by layer. Almost like he can read your thoughts.

He leans in slowly, deliberately, almost like a predator striking at its prey. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. Then without warning, he presses his lips onto yours.

You're taken aback but you melt into his kiss quickly, inexperiencedly kissing him back. Your body feels like it's on fire, cheeks hot and ragged breathing. Almost as if he casted a spell on you. He holds your jaw deepening the kiss, pushing you back so he could climb on top of you.

"I need to mark you first." He says in a smooth voice, taking a small red knife from the side that was kept on the table, he plays with it in his hand. Your breath hitches.

For the first time you spoke up in a scared voice,"What?" He chuckles, low and unhurried, as if your fear amuses him—not cruelly, but fondly, like he expected it. He lifts the hem of your silk gown,"Don't move."

His hand presses gently on your waist, steadying you as the knife glides downward cutting at a part. You felt the sting, as you breath a bit heavily, still obeying the man above you. Your skin feels the burn, hot and warm, eyes fluttering as you look at the handsome man above you.

He keeps the knife to the side gently as he looks back at you again. He began kissing up from your stomach as you whimper. A slow, deliberate stripe from your throat up to the curve of your jaw. The sensation is dizzying, wet and warm. You suck in a breath just as his lips bite on your earlobe.

"You're such a good lamb, aren't you?" He whispers in your ear, which makes you clamp around nothing, you don't know whether the knot in your belly is from fear or from attraction to the man.He pulls at the strings of your silk gown, opening it and revealing your naked, bare body.

"Beautiful." He says, his mouth hovering over your chest now. You should feel afraid, you should feel scared. But under his lustful gaze, you feel something else.

Slowly, he slides his robes off revealing his toned abs. He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples, coaxing soft gasps from your lips. His fingers work on your chest, playing with your nipples and pulling at one of them putting another in his mouth. You cry out softly, overwhelmed. His lips close around the sensitive peak, tongue flicking and teasing, and sucking in softly.

He undo his lower robes revealing his thick, hard cock. It's veiny, and it's big. Just like those you had seen on the pornhub. You hitch in a breath,"I don't think-"

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He says in faux care, pushing you back again with his hand on your throat. He began adjusting his cock on your hole and pushed inside the tip. You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Open your eyes." He commands, squeezing your throat a bit,"I want you to look at me as I take your virginity."

You open your eyes again looking at him as he pushes inside you. His lustful eyes looking at your expression as you cry out loudly,"Oh- shit fuck it hurts"

He pushes in hooking one leg in his arms, as he looks at you cruelly almost as if he's having fun in watching you cry. Then he leans forward and licks up a stripe on your cheek as you whimper.

"There we go, that's ittt" He said, just like a doctor says to a kid after giving him an injection in a faux baby like voice. He stables himself with his hand and he began fucking you. First it slow and steady. And then it's animalistic.

The bed creaks from the effect, and he uses a hand to support bed frame as his balls slap continuously inside you. He groans lowly strings of 'oh' 'fuck' 'nnngh' your tits bounce from the effect.

You cry out almost like you're in a porno,"Oh- more more! Oh- yesss" He uses his hand to engulf in your hair and pull it so you would slightly arch your back, the spot hitting you better.

He slaps your tits, playing with them again and while you clutched his back, nails digging in.

"Marking me too? That's bold." He said, his voice breathing heavily, signaling that he was approaching his orgasm.

"S-sorry." You cry out again, face glistening with tears as you bit your lip hard tasting metallic iron. Suguru kisses you again, holding you by your throat. He licks your lips sucking on it, almost drinking the blood like he's a vampire.

"Such a good- fuck." He groans out, pulling both of your legs and you wrap them behind his back,"Fuck, fuck sweetheart. I'm going to.." He closes his eyes, leaning his head back.

Thick white ropes of cum fill inside you, as your eyes roll back, feeling as though almost the knot in your tummy is undone moaning out strings of 'yes' and 'more'. He takes a minute to collect his breath, and then he wears his robe again, standing up.

"Wait- what's your name?" You say catching your breath when you saw him standing up.

"You don't need to worry about that." He said, his expression stoic again. You furrow your brows laying there, wrapped in the silk white and red. Maybe now it hit you. The mark on your stomach. And how he didn't meet your eyes anymore, like looking at you was a punishment. The silk white and red gown.

The gown felt heavier, no longer a garment but you understood what it meant now. It was just a symbol of purity, that was no longer pure.

Virgin sacrifice? The words crawled into your head, unsettling, uneasily.

"Why me?" you asked.

Geto didn’t look at you. Didn’t blink. His hands were folded behind his back, his face calm,"It had to be someone pure," he said simply, like stating a fact. The door creaked open again and he left the room, leaving you in darkness again.

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taglist: @satorusaysiloveyou @gojhoes

[yukiiisx]

Purity

pairings: Cult leader! Geto x fem reader

warnings: kidnapping, stalking, drugging, mentions of blood, knife play, mentions of k/lling, power dynamics, corruption kink, virgin reader, crying kink

wc: 1,840 words.

->all scenes are consensual.

A/n: LETS GOOO

“I want you to look at me as I take your virginity.”

You walked around the mall with your friend weaving between groups of people, looking at the displays,“How do these stores expect us to decide when every window looks the same?” you said, eyeing a row of identical mannequins dressed like they all came from one clearance sale.

Your friend shrugged, crunching on a pretzel,“Maybe they’re testing us—seeing if we can stare at the same old styles without running for the exit.”

You gave an exaggerated sigh, popping a piece of chocolate in your mouth,“Well, if that’s the goal, I’m about two seconds away from an epic meltdown."

"It's kind of late. Okay, we need to find food and something cute." Your friend said, throwing her hands up in the air at the last part as you laughed at her persona.

Click.

-

"This is the girl, Master." The man slid the photo across the polished table to a raven haired man.

"She's pure?" The raven haired man questions, cocking his eyebrows at the subordinate man.

Without hesitation, the subordinate nodded,"Yes, she is. No boyfriends, no going to parties, no hooking ups and no sense of safety too."

-

And safety was exactly what you lacked, how dumb can you be to leave your keys under the mat where you kept your potted plant, just in case you lose your original one.

You returned from the mall to your apartment where your friend dropped you, your shopping bag dangling from your hand, the thin plastic handles digging slightly into your fingers, your other hand fishing for the keys in your pocket. The door clicks open with a familiar creak.

The apartment was silent, not peacefully. But strangely. No hum from the fridge. No faint traffic sounds through the windows. Just silence. You stood still for a moment, your fingers tightening slightly around the plastic handles of the bag. Maybe you were just tired.

You put the bag down and remove your shoes. Suddenly you hear a whisper of breath behind you. Soft, but unmistakably close. Before you could straighten up, before your mind could even register the sound, a hand with a tissue clamped over your face. The chemical sting hit your nostrils instantly, making your eyes water and your throat tickle and before you knew it you passed out.

-

You woke up in a dark room, as your eyes slowly adjusted in the darkness you could see that the room was not totally dark, but dimly lit with candles placed at the end of each room.

You turned your head slowly, and there they were — placed deliberately, eerily, at the far corners of the room. Four of them.

Your head throbs. You can’t remember how you got here. You got home and.. Nothing. You try to sit up, but your limbs feel weak, like you’ve been asleep for too long—or drugged. There’s fabric beneath you, soft but unfamiliar. Silk? Velvet?

You glance down. Your clothes are different now, maybe they changed it while you slept. It was a white gown with red hems at the corners.

Then, a door creaks open. Your body stiffens and instinctively, you hold your breath. Soft footsteps echo against stone floors. Slow, controlled. There’s no rush in them, no panic—only purpose. A figure steps into view, finally illuminated by a flicker of dim, golden candlelight, that he's holding in his hands.

It’s a man. Tall, composed, dressed in black ghostly robes. His long dark hair is tied back. He had a stoic expression on his face.

“You’re awake,” he says, voice low, like it was meant to lull you into surrender. “Good. It’s almost time.”

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes. Not under that gaze that makes you feel naked even though your clothed. Not when he steps closer to you.

“There is nothing to fear,” he says, as though reading your thoughts,“You’ve been chosen.”

Chosen? Chosen for what? You don't understand. Your lips part slightly, finally able to shape the beginnings of a question, but you don’t even know what to ask, your voice getting stuck in your throat.

His hand reaches out, deliberate and slow, fingertips grazing the curve of your jaw, slowly moving to your lips pressing on the plumpness.

"I can see that you are scared. Good."

His hand lifts again, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, and then lingers—fingertips grazing your skin. The touch sends shivers down your spine, delicate and dangerous.

“I can feel your pulse,” he whispers, eyes fixed on your lips now. “It’s racing.”

His fingers slide down, stopping just above your collarbone, his touch light — too light. The absence of pressure makes you feel crazy. Like he’s teasing you. "It's strange, right? How we try to act brave and then our body gives us away?"

No response. You still can't speak. You don't know what to say to the man. Although your clothed his gaze feels like its getting stripped, layer by layer. Almost like he can read your thoughts.

He leans in slowly, deliberately, almost like a predator striking at its prey. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. Then without warning, he presses his lips onto yours.

You're taken aback but you melt into his kiss quickly, inexperiencedly kissing him back. Your body feels like it's on fire, cheeks hot and ragged breathing. Almost as if he casted a spell on you. He holds your jaw deepening the kiss, pushing you back so he could climb on top of you.

"I need to mark you first." He says in a smooth voice, taking a small red knife from the side that was kept on the table, he plays with it in his hand. Your breath hitches.

For the first time you spoke up in a scared voice,"What?" He chuckles, low and unhurried, as if your fear amuses him—not cruelly, but fondly, like he expected it. He lifts the hem of your silk gown,"Don't move."

His hand presses gently on your waist, steadying you as the knife glides downward cutting at a part. You felt the sting, as you breath a bit heavily, still obeying the man above you. Your skin feels the burn, hot and warm, eyes fluttering as you look at the handsome man above you.

He keeps the knife to the side gently as he looks back at you again. He began kissing up from your stomach as you whimper. A slow, deliberate stripe from your throat up to the curve of your jaw. The sensation is dizzying, wet and warm. You suck in a breath just as his lips bite on your earlobe.

"You're such a good lamb, aren't you?" He whispers in your ear, which makes you clamp around nothing, you don't know whether the knot in your belly is from fear or from attraction to the man.He pulls at the strings of your silk gown, opening it and revealing your naked, bare body.

"Beautiful." He says, his mouth hovering over your chest now. You should feel afraid, you should feel scared. But under his lustful gaze, you feel something else.

Slowly, he slides his robes off revealing his toned abs. He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples, coaxing soft gasps from your lips. His fingers work on your chest, playing with your nipples and pulling at one of them putting another in his mouth. You cry out softly, overwhelmed. His lips close around the sensitive peak, tongue flicking and teasing, and sucking in softly.

He undo his lower robes revealing his thick, hard cock. It's veiny, and it's big. Just like those you had seen on the pornhub. You hitch in a breath,"I don't think-"

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He says in faux care, pushing you back again with his hand on your throat. He began adjusting his cock on your hole and pushed inside the tip. You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Open your eyes." He commands, squeezing your throat a bit,"I want you to look at me as I take your virginity."

You open your eyes again looking at him as he pushes inside you. His lustful eyes looking at your expression as you cry out loudly,"Oh- shit fuck it hurts"

He pushes in hooking one leg in his arms, as he looks at you cruelly almost as if he's having fun in watching you cry. Then he leans forward and licks up a stripe on your cheek as you whimper.

"There we go, that's ittt" He said, just like a doctor says to a kid after giving him an injection in a faux baby like voice. He stables himself with his hand and he began fucking you. First it slow and steady. And then it's animalistic.

The bed creaks from the effect, and he uses a hand to support bed frame as his balls slap continuously inside you. He groans lowly strings of 'oh' 'fuck' 'nnngh' your tits bounce from the effect.

You cry out almost like you're in a porno,"Oh- more more! Oh- yesss" He uses his hand to engulf in your hair and pull it so you would slightly arch your back, the spot hitting you better.

He slaps your tits, playing with them again and while you clutched his back, nails digging in.

"Marking me too? That's bold." He said, his voice breathing heavily, signaling that he was approaching his orgasm.

"S-sorry." You cry out again, face glistening with tears as you bit your lip hard tasting metallic iron. Suguru kisses you again, holding you by your throat. He licks your lips sucking on it, almost drinking the blood like he's a vampire.

"Such a good- fuck." He groans out, pulling both of your legs and you wrap them behind his back,"Fuck, fuck sweetheart. I'm going to.." He closes his eyes, leaning his head back.

Thick white ropes of cum fill inside you, as your eyes roll back, feeling as though almost the knot in your tummy is undone moaning out strings of 'yes' and 'more'. He takes a minute to collect his breath, and then he wears his robe again, standing up.

"Wait- what's your name?" You say catching your breath when you saw him standing up.

"You don't need to worry about that." He said, his expression stoic again. You furrow your brows laying there, wrapped in the silk white and red. Maybe now it hit you. The mark on your stomach. And how he didn't meet your eyes anymore, like looking at you was a punishment. The silk white and red gown.

The gown felt heavier, no longer a garment but you understood what it meant now. It was just a symbol of purity, that was no longer pure.

Virgin sacrifice? The words crawled into your head, unsettling, uneasily.

"Why me?" you asked.

Geto didn’t look at you. Didn’t blink. His hands were folded behind his back, his face calm,"It had to be someone pure," he said simply, like stating a fact. The door creaked open again and he left the room, leaving you in darkness again.

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Hii I hope you’re doing great💗 can I request a home-spa date with Gojo? Like a whole one-shot of reader coming home exhausted as hell and Gojo surprising her with a bath and like a massage? Thank u!!💗💗

A/N: HEY ANON SORRY FOR POSTING LATE, i'll be more active now. thanks for this request i liked writing this n hope u like it too.

warnings: princess treatment, fluff

wc: 771 words

You let out a sigh and rub your temples as you enter the lift. Work was brutal this week, your boss gave you deadlines one after the other, leaving you with no rest and sleepless nights, thank god it was finally friday and hopefully a peaceful weekend.

The lift opened with a ding and your heels clacked as you walked over to your shared penthouse with Satoru and lightly knock on the door.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Satoru in a loose white t-shirt and gray joggers, a soft grin tugging his lips,"Took you long enough, princess." He said and stepped aside for you to enter,"Rough day?"

"You have no idea." You said sighing, taking off your heels at the side, replacing them with slippers.

"Perfect." Satoru said grinning,"I've got a surprise for you, baby."

You arch your brow at his smile,"Surprise?"

"Follow me." He said as he walked deeper into your shared penthouse. The lights were dimmed to a golden glow and you could smell lavender and vanilla in the air. You both entered the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with soapy water with bubbles rising at the top with rose petals, a bottle of wine kept on top of the table with 2 glasses, chocolate covered strawberries on the plate and doritos on the side.

"Ta-da!" He said playfully extending his arms to point at the setup,"Welcome to Satoru's spa."

“Doritos?” you asked, holding back a smile as you looked at him.

"Hey- no judgement. Even luxury spas need snacks, yknow?" He said folding his arms,"I just thought- you work so hard. I wanted tonight to be about you."

"This is perfect, Satoru." You said leaning closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He beamed like a kid who has been handed candy to him.

"Now, there's your robe. I'll be doing everything tonight, foot massage, shoulder massage, rubs." He said, counting the words on his fingers. When you returned he was sat on the stool, dramatically rolling up his sleeves.

When you slid your robe off and entered the bath, the warmth hit you almost instantly, the scent of vanilla tickled your nose and you poked your feet out.

Satoru handed you a glass of wine,"Only for my favourite customer." You took a sip from the glass and hummed,"This is the best spa I've ever been too."

"Yes ma'am. We only give VIP treatment to our customers." Satoru said in a faux professional tone, as his hands began massaging your shoulders skillfully, every rub almost erasing the tension from your shoulders.

You closed your eyes softly as his hands worked on your shoulders, rubbing your neck too, eliciting a soft sigh from you,"Oh fuck wow, Satoru." He rubbed it a few more times before you spoke up again.

"I think I'm ready for that foot massage."

He held a fluffy towel in his hand,"Ma'am this is a five star establishment, you don't have to ask." He moved to massage your feet,"Oh, I almost forgot."

He clicked on a remote kept near him, as you instantly recognise it, it was a playlist of your favourite soft songs. He began rubbing your calves, pressing hardly on it and slowly moved down to your soles his hands expertly working on it.

He soon wrapped his fingers around your toes which erupted a giggle from you,"This feels a bit weird, Satoru."

"That's just how you think, Ma'am." He said again and you giggled a bit loudly this time,"Aren't you a bit tired?"

"Are you doubting me, ma'am? I'm sure you know how excellent my hands are?" He said, looking over at you with a teasing grin and you laughed,"Doubt you? Neverrr"

You took one strawberry and ate it,"Soo how long did it take for you to do this?"

Satoru looked proudly at you,“Not long. Just had to raid the bathroom cabinet, YouTube a couple of massage tutorials, and borrow some of your fancy oils.”

You snorted,"YouTube? I'm impressed."

"I really wanted you to relax today, you do work and take care of me, thought it was my turn today." He said softly, rubbing your feet on the fluffy towel.

"You know this means much more than you think it does. Thank you."

"It's my duty to serve you, ma'am." Satoru said, speaking like a professional again as you laughed again gulping the rest of your wine and lay your head back. You softly closed your eyes again, listening to the background music.

You don't know when you drifted to sleep, but you wake up in the morning in your bedroom with Satoru curled up by your side.

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This really depends on what you are asking for😭 I won't ever romanticise it and write it in those terms but i'm open to writing it and depending on the request too, if it's too much beastly (or non con) i won't write it.

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After hours

Pairings: Boss! satoru x fem reader

Warnings: satoru is lowk a gentleman, power dynamics (hes ur boss), cunnilingus, office.

A/N: part 1?

You don’t usually stay this late. The office is a different kind of quiet after hours—no clacking keyboards, no phone calls or laughter from other cubicles. Just silence. You weren’t supposed to be here this late. But then again, neither was he.

“Come in,” Gojo says, when you knocked on his door.

He’s leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease, hair a little messier than usual.

"It's late." He says,"Most people are gone by now."

Your voice is a quieter than usual,"I know. You needed this sir?" You hand him the file on the report he asked for.

He takes the file from your hands, brushing fingers a little. Shit.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you--"

"About?"

“You. Staying late. Coming in early. I notice.” He says his voice, teasing but also quiet.

"So what? I work hard." That's true, but not entirely.

"I also notice you looking at me, Y/n." He says your name in a way that makes your stomach feel weird.

Your stomach flips. “I don’t.”

The chair scrapes, he stands up. “No? So that wasn’t you making heart eyes at me during the meeting this morning?”

You scoff, but your face is already warm. “I was looking at the presentation slides, sir.”

“Mm.” He nods, clearly unconvinced. “So the slide titled Quarterly Revenue Forecast just happened to make you blush?”

“You’re my boss. I would never do that.” you say, trying to sound stern, but it came out way worse than you expected.

He grins, cocking his head, as he comes closer to you. “Exactly. I’m very professional. Which is why I respectfully request you stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what? I don't look at-" You say, cheeks a bit heat up but you are sure he can't notice it in the low lighting.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice dipping low again. “If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t be standing this close.”

And when he kisses you, it isn't fast, it's careful. As the kiss deepens, his hand cups the back of your neck, thumb stroking just below your ear. It’s not a collision—it’s a release. A slow unraveling, weeks of stolen glances and unspoken questions melting into the heat of his mouth against yours.

"You're my boss.." You say once again, this time more breathless, you hate how you almost sound desperate.

His hand skims over your hip, the fabric of your skirt riding up the tiniest bit. “Say you don't want this” he whispers, mouth barely grazing your jaw, “and I’ll back away.”

You kiss him again, it’s messier now. The kind of kiss that feels like it’s been waiting at the edge of every interaction, every glance across the office, every passing comment that said more than it should have. His hands hold you by the waist, and yours entangled in his hair.

He flips you instantly, turning you against the desk, pushing you against it. His lips graze your neck, nibbling at the skin and collarbone. "Can I take this off?" He pulls at your top

You swallow, a soft shiver running down your spine. “Yes, sir—”

His hand stills. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes locking with a mixture of challenge and tenderness.

“It’s Satoru when we’re alone,” he says, voice low and teasing,“Yeah?”

You nod, voice barely more than a whisper. “Yeah.” A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. “Good.”

He takes off your top and throws it somewhere and your skirt too- somewhere in his office, but you aren't focused on that. Only the way, you're lying on his desk.

He pushes your panties, to the side and you're dripping, he kisses your clit softly.

"Satoru-" You whine out as you arch your back a little, from the sensation. He holds your thighs apart,"I was hungry anyway." He laughs, as you lay there embarrassed, the color rising in your cheeks.

He begans licking your clit, his tongue flicking expertly over your most sensitive spot, as he sucks, his nose bumping into your clit erupting strings of moans of his name over and over again. You pull his hair, tightly.

"Fuckk- fuckk satoru ohh-" Your legs find their place on his shoulders, as if your thighs were crushing his head. He sucked harshly, and occasionally rubbing his face messily on your cunt.

The final flick of his tongue, sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body, your eyes roll back as the grip on his hair and head- loosens.

He looks up seeing you lying on the desk.

"Tired already, princess?" He cockily laughs as he takes in the way you’re utterly undone, chest heaving.

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[yukiiisx]

Hi babes. So like..I feel like crying today and I DESPERATELY need like an angst Gojo one-shot about yknow...him being used as a weapon- PLZZZ I BEG YOU ILYHSM HE DERSERVES SO MUCH BETTER (Luv ur work btw keep it uppp)

A/N: HEYYY ANON im sorry for posting this late i was really busy, BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE. HOPE U FEEL BETTER NOW.

Also its my first time writing angst so if theres any mistake sorryy <3

You sat in the comfort of your bedroom, looking at the time. It's already too late, he should come home by now, you thought to yourself.

The bells rings, and you find yourself moving too quickly, opening the door and seeing a messy Satoru. Hair messed up, his blue eyes looking down almost as if he's tired, his usual cheerful expression being replaced by one of exhaustion, his usual bright grin nowhere to be found. It's rare to see him like this.

You furrow your brows,"Satoru?"

"You didn't sleep? It's really late." He sighs, entering inside, it's past 2 am.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you reached out, gently touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice low and hoarse, and it sounded like a lie carved into stone. "You're not." You reply, knowingly and his voice cracks,"i'm not."

And then he broke down, not loudly, not dramatically, just leaned into you engulfing his face into your chest, arms limp as you heard a choked sob,"I couldn't save them."

You held him tighter as you both sit on the couch, you tightened your arms around him, pulling him closer,"I did everything they asked- killed all of them, yet I still feel like I've lost."

"Satoru.." You say his name softly, just like you always do, a reminder that he was more than what the world demanded.

He looked up, eyes heavy with weariness."Y/n, they don't even call me Satoru anymore. It's just 'The Strongest' is that all I am?"

You run your fingers through his soft hair, although they look covered with dust, his uniform with traces of blood, and you are not sure if its his. You strip off his uniform with your hands, throwing it to the side.

"You will always be Satoru to me. Sensei to Yuuji. Step-daddy to Megumi." You smile at the last part, and for a moment a flicker of his old warmth returned.

"They tell me good job but I never feel like a hero. I-" His voice cracks again, but he regains composure quickly,"I am tired of being the strongest. I want to be weak, just for a while. Just for a moment." Your gaze locked with his, catching the vulnerability he tried to hide.

You hold him, your voice soft, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Satoru. You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me here.”

“I’m scared.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Of what?”

“Of waking up tomorrow and feeling this all over again.” He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, raw and unguarded. “Of being alone in the crowd. Of never being more than a weapon, a shield, a title that doesn’t mean anything.” This was one of the few, rare times, you saw Satoru like this, Not the cocky and untouchable sorcerer that everyone viewed him as.

"You need to rest Satoru." You say looking at his tired eyes,"It's like I close my eyes but I'm never sleeping, like I rest but I never feel comfort-"

"Then let me show you." You say as he puts his head on your chest again, almost as a pillow. He closes his eyes gently, and you lay there with him, not to hold his weight.

But just to make sure he doesn't carry it alone.

Because sometimes, holding on is enough.

And sometimes, the strongest just need someone to carry their weight — even if only for a little while.

[yukiiisx]

Hi babes. So like..I feel like crying today and I DESPERATELY need like an angst Gojo one-shot about yknow...him being used as a weapon- PLZZZ I BEG YOU ILYHSM HE DERSERVES SO MUCH BETTER (Luv ur work btw keep it uppp)

A/N: HEYYY ANON im sorry for posting this late i was really busy, BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE. HOPE U FEEL BETTER NOW.

Also its my first time writing angst so if theres any mistake sorryy <3

You sat in the comfort of your bedroom, looking at the time. It's already too late, he should come home by now, you thought to yourself.

The bells rings, and you find yourself moving too quickly, opening the door and seeing a messy Satoru. Hair messed up, his blue eyes looking down almost as if he's tired, his usual cheerful expression being replaced by one of exhaustion, his usual bright grin nowhere to be found. It's rare to see him like this.

You furrow your brows,"Satoru?"

"You didn't sleep? It's really late." He sighs, entering inside, it's past 2 am.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you reached out, gently touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice low and hoarse, and it sounded like a lie carved into stone. "You're not." You reply, knowingly and his voice cracks,"i'm not."

And then he broke down, not loudly, not dramatically, just leaned into you engulfing his face into your chest, arms limp as you heard a choked sob,"I couldn't save them."

You held him tighter as you both sit on the couch, you tightened your arms around him, pulling him closer,"I did everything they asked- killed all of them, yet I still feel like I've lost."

"Satoru.." You say his name softly, just like you always do, a reminder that he was more than what the world demanded.

He looked up, eyes heavy with weariness."Y/n, they don't even call me Satoru anymore. It's just 'The Strongest' is that all I am?"

You run your fingers through his soft hair, although they look covered with dust, his uniform with traces of blood, and you are not sure if its his. You strip off his uniform with your hands, throwing it to the side.

"You will always be Satoru to me. Sensei to Yuuji. Step-daddy to Megumi." You smile at the last part, and for a moment a flicker of his old warmth returned.

"They tell me good job but I never feel like a hero. I-" His voice cracks again, but he regains composure quickly,"I am tired of being the strongest. I want to be weak, just for a while. Just for a moment." Your gaze locked with his, catching the vulnerability he tried to hide.

You hold him, your voice soft, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Satoru. You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me here.”

“I’m scared.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Of what?”

“Of waking up tomorrow and feeling this all over again.” He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, raw and unguarded. “Of being alone in the crowd. Of never being more than a weapon, a shield, a title that doesn’t mean anything.” This was one of the few, rare times, you saw Satoru like this, Not the cocky and untouchable sorcerer that everyone viewed him as.

"You need to rest Satoru." You say looking at his tired eyes,"It's like I close my eyes but I'm never sleeping, like I rest but I never feel comfort-"

"Then let me show you." You say as he puts his head on your chest again, almost as a pillow. He closes his eyes gently, and you lay there with him, not to hold his weight.

But just to make sure he doesn't carry it alone.

Because sometimes, holding on is enough.

And sometimes, the strongest just need someone to carry their weight — even if only for a little while.

[yukiiisx]

Hi babes. So like..I feel like crying today and I DESPERATELY need like an angst Gojo one-shot about yknow...him being used as a weapon- PLZZZ I BEG YOU ILYHSM HE DERSERVES SO MUCH BETTER (Luv ur work btw keep it uppp)

A/N: HEYYY ANON im sorry for posting this late i was really busy, BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE. HOPE U FEEL BETTER NOW.

Also its my first time writing angst so if theres any mistake sorryy <3

You sat in the comfort of your bedroom, looking at the time. It's already too late, he should come home by now, you thought to yourself.

The bells rings, and you find yourself moving too quickly, opening the door and seeing a messy Satoru. Hair messed up, his blue eyes looking down almost as if he's tired, his usual cheerful expression being replaced by one of exhaustion, his usual bright grin nowhere to be found. It's rare to see him like this.

You furrow your brows,"Satoru?"

"You didn't sleep? It's really late." He sighs, entering inside, it's past 2 am.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you reached out, gently touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice low and hoarse, and it sounded like a lie carved into stone. "You're not." You reply, knowingly and his voice cracks,"i'm not."

And then he broke down, not loudly, not dramatically, just leaned into you engulfing his face into your chest, arms limp as you heard a choked sob,"I couldn't save them."

You held him tighter as you both sit on the couch, you tightened your arms around him, pulling him closer,"I did everything they asked- killed all of them, yet I still feel like I've lost."

"Satoru.." You say his name softly, just like you always do, a reminder that he was more than what the world demanded.

He looked up, eyes heavy with weariness."Y/n, they don't even call me Satoru anymore. It's just 'The Strongest' is that all I am?"

You run your fingers through his soft hair, although they look covered with dust, his uniform with traces of blood, and you are not sure if its his. You strip off his uniform with your hands, throwing it to the side.

"You will always be Satoru to me. Sensei to Yuuji. Step-daddy to Megumi." You smile at the last part, and for a moment a flicker of his old warmth returned.

"They tell me good job but I never feel like a hero. I-" His voice cracks again, but he regains composure quickly,"I am tired of being the strongest. I want to be weak, just for a while. Just for a moment." Your gaze locked with his, catching the vulnerability he tried to hide.

You hold him, your voice soft, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Satoru. You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me here.”

“I’m scared.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Of what?”

“Of waking up tomorrow and feeling this all over again.” He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, raw and unguarded. “Of being alone in the crowd. Of never being more than a weapon, a shield, a title that doesn’t mean anything.” This was one of the few, rare times, you saw Satoru like this, Not the cocky and untouchable sorcerer that everyone viewed him as.

"You need to rest Satoru." You say looking at his tired eyes,"It's like I close my eyes but I'm never sleeping, like I rest but I never feel comfort-"

"Then let me show you." You say as he puts his head on your chest again, almost as a pillow. He closes his eyes gently, and you lay there with him, not to hold his weight.

But just to make sure he doesn't carry it alone.

Because sometimes, holding on is enough.

And sometimes, the strongest just need someone to carry their weight — even if only for a little while.

[yukiiisx]

Hi babes. So like..I feel like crying today and I DESPERATELY need like an angst Gojo one-shot about yknow...him being used as a weapon- PLZZZ I BEG YOU ILYHSM HE DERSERVES SO MUCH BETTER (Luv ur work btw keep it uppp)

A/N: HEYYY ANON im sorry for posting this late i was really busy, BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE. HOPE U FEEL BETTER NOW.

Also its my first time writing angst so if theres any mistake sorryy <3

You sat in the comfort of your bedroom, looking at the time. It's already too late, he should come home by now, you thought to yourself.

The bells rings, and you find yourself moving too quickly, opening the door and seeing a messy Satoru. Hair messed up, his blue eyes looking down almost as if he's tired, his usual cheerful expression being replaced by one of exhaustion, his usual bright grin nowhere to be found. It's rare to see him like this.

You furrow your brows,"Satoru?"

"You didn't sleep? It's really late." He sighs, entering inside, it's past 2 am.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you reached out, gently touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice low and hoarse, and it sounded like a lie carved into stone. "You're not." You reply, knowingly and his voice cracks,"i'm not."

And then he broke down, not loudly, not dramatically, just leaned into you engulfing his face into your chest, arms limp as you heard a choked sob,"I couldn't save them."

You held him tighter as you both sit on the couch, you tightened your arms around him, pulling him closer,"I did everything they asked- killed all of them, yet I still feel like I've lost."

"Satoru.." You say his name softly, just like you always do, a reminder that he was more than what the world demanded.

He looked up, eyes heavy with weariness."Y/n, they don't even call me Satoru anymore. It's just 'The Strongest' is that all I am?"

You run your fingers through his soft hair, although they look covered with dust, his uniform with traces of blood, and you are not sure if its his. You strip off his uniform with your hands, throwing it to the side.

"You will always be Satoru to me. Sensei to Yuuji. Step-daddy to Megumi." You smile at the last part, and for a moment a flicker of his old warmth returned.

"They tell me good job but I never feel like a hero. I-" His voice cracks again, but he regains composure quickly,"I am tired of being the strongest. I want to be weak, just for a while. Just for a moment." Your gaze locked with his, catching the vulnerability he tried to hide.

You hold him, your voice soft, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Satoru. You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me here.”

“I’m scared.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Of what?”

“Of waking up tomorrow and feeling this all over again.” He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, raw and unguarded. “Of being alone in the crowd. Of never being more than a weapon, a shield, a title that doesn’t mean anything.” This was one of the few, rare times, you saw Satoru like this, Not the cocky and untouchable sorcerer that everyone viewed him as.

"You need to rest Satoru." You say looking at his tired eyes,"It's like I close my eyes but I'm never sleeping, like I rest but I never feel comfort-"

"Then let me show you." You say as he puts his head on your chest again, almost as a pillow. He closes his eyes gently, and you lay there with him, not to hold his weight.

But just to make sure he doesn't carry it alone.

Because sometimes, holding on is enough.

And sometimes, the strongest just need someone to carry their weight — even if only for a little while.

[yukiiisx]

Hi babes. So like..I feel like crying today and I DESPERATELY need like an angst Gojo one-shot about yknow...him being used as a weapon- PLZZZ I BEG YOU ILYHSM HE DERSERVES SO MUCH BETTER (Luv ur work btw keep it uppp)

A/N: HEYYY ANON im sorry for posting this late i was really busy, BUT I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE. HOPE U FEEL BETTER NOW.

Also its my first time writing angst so if theres any mistake sorryy <3

You sat in the comfort of your bedroom, looking at the time. It's already too late, he should come home by now, you thought to yourself.

The bells rings, and you find yourself moving too quickly, opening the door and seeing a messy Satoru. Hair messed up, his blue eyes looking down almost as if he's tired, his usual cheerful expression being replaced by one of exhaustion, his usual bright grin nowhere to be found. It's rare to see him like this.

You furrow your brows,"Satoru?"

"You didn't sleep? It's really late." He sighs, entering inside, it's past 2 am.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you reached out, gently touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice low and hoarse, and it sounded like a lie carved into stone. "You're not." You reply, knowingly and his voice cracks,"i'm not."

And then he broke down, not loudly, not dramatically, just leaned into you engulfing his face into your chest, arms limp as you heard a choked sob,"I couldn't save them."

You held him tighter as you both sit on the couch, you tightened your arms around him, pulling him closer,"I did everything they asked- killed all of them, yet I still feel like I've lost."

"Satoru.." You say his name softly, just like you always do, a reminder that he was more than what the world demanded.

He looked up, eyes heavy with weariness."Y/n, they don't even call me Satoru anymore. It's just 'The Strongest' is that all I am?"

You run your fingers through his soft hair, although they look covered with dust, his uniform with traces of blood, and you are not sure if its his. You strip off his uniform with your hands, throwing it to the side.

"You will always be Satoru to me. Sensei to Yuuji. Step-daddy to Megumi." You smile at the last part, and for a moment a flicker of his old warmth returned.

"They tell me good job but I never feel like a hero. I-" His voice cracks again, but he regains composure quickly,"I am tired of being the strongest. I want to be weak, just for a while. Just for a moment." Your gaze locked with his, catching the vulnerability he tried to hide.

You hold him, your voice soft, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Satoru. You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me here.”

“I’m scared.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Of what?”

“Of waking up tomorrow and feeling this all over again.” He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, raw and unguarded. “Of being alone in the crowd. Of never being more than a weapon, a shield, a title that doesn’t mean anything.” This was one of the few, rare times, you saw Satoru like this, Not the cocky and untouchable sorcerer that everyone viewed him as.

"You need to rest Satoru." You say looking at his tired eyes,"It's like I close my eyes but I'm never sleeping, like I rest but I never feel comfort-"

"Then let me show you." You say as he puts his head on your chest again, almost as a pillow. He closes his eyes gently, and you lay there with him, not to hold his weight.

But just to make sure he doesn't carry it alone.

Because sometimes, holding on is enough.

And sometimes, the strongest just need someone to carry their weight — even if only for a little while.