#GOJOU SATORU X READER

[gojosoups]

Imagine coming home drunk from an office party, hoping to hop on call with your long-distance boyfriend to have phone sex. Only, you end up accidentally calling your boss—the CEO of Gojo Enterprises—experiencing the best orgasm of your life.

The next morning, your poor, hungover self doesn’t even remember what happened.

But Gojo sure does.

And now, he’s determined to find you and show you the real deal in person.

[mikemsmm]

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the sweetest thing

i’m just obsessed with dad!gojo :> genre: fluff, domestic life pairing: dad!gojo x mom!reader

"...3, 4, 5. Here are our little fingers! Om-nom-nom!" You hear your son giggled. Seeing his reaction, Satoru continued, "Mmm so delicious! Ah, those cheeks! I’m gonna eat them now" He poked the baby's cheeks and began to smooch them. In response, the little boy was covered with another wave of giggles.

Satoru heard you enter the bedroom and turned with a gentle smile. You climbed onto the large bed and lay down on your stomach, right next to them. You gently stroked the soft white hair on your son's head while Satoru continued to shower his plump belly with kisses and tickling. The kid saw you and pulled his chubby little hands in your direction. In his eyes, you saw a plea, help me mommy!

You giggled and touched Satoru's shoulder. He raised his head and looked at you with his rosy cheeks. His lips folded into a smile. He looked absolutely beautiful.

You couldn't resist and reached out to him for a kiss. He met you halfway. Your lips gently touched. The kiss expressed gratitude for the gift of happiness and love. Your hand lightly stroked his shoulder.

In the background your baby cooed, and you briefly separated. You pecked his lips once more and then turned your attention to your little boy. His long white eyelashes fluttered a couple of times, and he smiled toothlessly at you, exposing his dimples.

You poked his chubby cheek with your finger and cooed, "Aren't you the cutest baby in the whole world?" He caught your finger in his little palm and squealed. Satoru lightly tickled his exposed tummy, and the baby giggled

"Satoru, stop pestering him! My poor baby," you exclaimed.

He whined back, "But babe, I can't! Look at him! Our baby is so cute and so squishy I wanna eat him." To prove his words, Gojo bit the little boy's chubby thigh. Your baby squeaked.

Maybe it's biased, but you do think that your baby is the most precious baby you've ever seen.

You cooed while kissing his little hand. "You look so much like Daddy! I carried you in my tummy for 9 months, but even shape of your nails are exactly like his." You feigned resentment and pouted.

Satoru wrapped his right arm around you and continued to whine."But baby, is it so bad that he looks like me? Look." He moved his face closer to his son’s and said,

"Look, aren’t we the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life?" His eyebrows expressed sadness, but you could see mischief in his blue eyes.

He batted his white eyelashes a couple of times, and his pink lips twitched and stretched into a wide smile; his dimples became even more noticeable. To his left, the exact same smiling eyes, thin nose, and dimples looked at you.

Of course, it was the sweetest thing you've ever seen.

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[kunareads]

if i believe you | chapter one

a bride adorned

clan head!satoru x reader

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your wedding had been beautiful.

ornate silks, golden light, the scent of incense. satoru had taken it all in stride, hands loose at his sides like he had nothing to prove. and when he turned to you, the weight of the gojo clan on both your shoulders, he only smiled as he took your hands.

he had squeezed your fingers once as the vows were spoken, just enough to get you to meet his gaze. and before you knew it, it was done.

and now, you wait.

the room is silent, save for the faint crackle of candlelight. shadows flicker against papered walls, stretching long and soft over the sheets where you sit, waiting.

your hands are folded neatly in your lap, resting over the embroidery of your wedding robes. you’re still dressed. the thought hits distantly, like you’re observing yourself from the outside.

why are you still dressed? should you have undressed first? would that have made this easier?

the thought of him undressing you feels too large, too intimate, too much. but it must be done.

you inhale, willing your mind into stillness.

you’re a wife now. you have a duty.

the door slides open.

he steps in, his presence swallowing the room. satoru gojo, your new husband. his robes are looser than before, the outer layer gone, revealing the sharp edges of his collarbone, the hollow of his throat. his white hair is slightly tousled after the long day, but the tilt of his head and the lift of his brows suggest amusement.

“you look like you’re waiting for an execution,” he says.

your fingers twitch in your lap. “i—” you pause, unsure how to answer. you are waiting. just not for an execution.

he rubs the back of his neck as he steps further into the room. the candlelight softens his features, makes him look younger, though you know better. satoru is anything but soft. he’s the head of his clan, the strongest, the one elders bow to in quiet reverence. or fear. he’s a man with power, with authority, and now he’s your husband.

you belong to him.

the thought isn’t scary. it’s not even unwelcome. it’s just a fact.

you straighten your spine, pressing your shoulders back as he reaches the foot of the bed. he watches you, blindfold off, something unreadable in his gaze.

you fold your hands tighter. “would you like me to—”

“no.”

the word is immediate. sharp.

you blink.

you’re so stiff, so still. like you’re waiting to be moved into place. or for something to happen to you.

satoru knew who you were before you married him, knew what kind of family you come from, knew how they would’ve raised you. but knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

he exhales heavily, raking a hand through his hair. “you’re—” he stops himself, shakes his head, and mutters something under his breath before sitting next to you.

you don’t flinch at the dip of the mattress under his weight, but something inside you goes very still. your heart beats in your throat.

“i…” you try again. “i know my duty.”

his head tilts, white lashes lowering as he studies you. then, almost lazily, he leans back on his palms.

“yeah?” he asks. “and what’s your duty?”

you swallow. this is a test, you think. maybe you just have to say it plainly, strip it down to the bare truth.

“to be a good wife to you,” you answer. “to—”

you force the words out, staring down at your hands. “to submit to you.”

his stomach turns. fuck. the back of his neck feels hot.

silence stretches between you. when you finally look up, his expression is unreadable. his mouth quirks at the corner, but it doesn’t look like a smile.

“they teach you that at home?”

you nod.

he hums, something distant in the sound, before sitting forward again. his hand lifts, and for a moment, you think he might touch you. might push you down into the sheets, might cup your jaw, might—

instead, his fingers brush the beading on your robe. the slightest pressure, knuckles grazing your sleeve. a test.

you don’t move. you stay perfectly still. a statue, waiting to be sculpted into whatever shape he desires.

he pulls his hand away. wrong.

“is that what you want?” he asks.

your mouth opens, then closes. want. what a strange word to use.

“it’s my responsibility.”

satoru’s jaw ticks as he sits back again.

you don’t know what you want, he thinks. you’re just repeating what you were told. he could do anything right now, and you’d just take it. he can’t stand it.

for a moment, neither of you speak. you feel like you’ve failed a test you didn’t know you were taking.

then, he shifts, reaching for the ties at his wrist, untying them slowly. you brace yourself.

this is it. this is when it happens.

but he only loosens the fabric, then moves toward the pillow and lies down at the very edge of the bed. just like that.

you blink at him.

he stretches an arm under his head, gazing up at the ceiling like the moment has already moved on. “go to sleep,” he says.

you don’t move. your pulse is loud in your ears. “but—”

“go to sleep, please.”

you stare at him, confusion twisting in your chest.

this isn’t how it was supposed to go. you were prepared. you were willing. why didn’t he—

your stomach twists. a new thought takes root.

you turn away, pressing your hands into your lap. your voice is quieter when you speak again.

“did i do something wrong?”

for a moment, nothing.

he wants to reach for you, to offer something—comfort, maybe? but if he touches you now, if he gives you even that, he doesn’t know how you’ll take it.

finally, he looks at you. his gaze softens, almost tired. “no,” he says simply.

and then, with finality, he turns on his side, his back to you.

you don’t move for a long time. you sit, still and quiet, staring at a flickering candle. it sputters once, then it dies. the room feels colder for it.

only then do you finally lie down. you keep your hands folded over your stomach. you stare at the ceiling.

you don’t sleep.

neither does he.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

the library was dead silent, the only sounds being the soft rustling of pages turning and the occasional tapping of a keyboard. you were tucked away in a quiet corner, your glasses perched on the edge of your nose as you flipped through yet another thick textbook. your mind was entirely focused, absorbing every word and every detail, but then…

you felt it.

a presence, hovering just a little too close. you didn’t have to look up to know it was gojo. his energy was always unmistakable, even in the quietest places.

“hey,” he suddenly whispered, leaning over your shoulder, his voice teasing. “how’s that big brain of yours working? still absorbing all that info, huh?”

you glanced up, blinking at him. “i’m fine, satoru. i’m almost done, so if you could—”

he interrupted with a dramatic sigh, stretching as if he’d just had the longest day in the world. “nah, it’s urgent.”

you raised an eyebrow, but before you could question him further, his hand was already reaching out, grabbing yours and tugging you up from your seat.

“satoru,” you said, trying to keep your tone even, though you couldn’t quite hide the slight amusement in your voice. “what are you doing?”

he didn’t answer, just shot you a playful grin, leading you through the aisles of books with a sense of urgency. his long strides practically had you jogging to keep up, and you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on.

you turned a corner, following him down an even quieter aisle, where the shelves formed a small secluded nook away from anyone who might wander by. the space was dimly lit, casting everything in a soft glow, but the atmosphere felt… off.

“gojo,” you said, this time more serious, but his hand was already on your lower back, guiding you further into the corner.

“it’s important,” he muttered, before turning around with a mischievous glint in his eye.

your heart skipped a beat as you caught the look on his face.

“what is it?” you asked, voice dropping to a whisper now that you were secluded from the rest of the world.

gojo’s grin only widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. he took a step closer, his hands reaching up to gently cradle your face. “this.”

and before you could even process his words, his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, stealing the breath right out of you.

you froze for a moment, completely taken off guard, but your body instinctively melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours.

the kiss was slow, drawn out, like he was savoring every second of it, and you couldn’t help but get lost in it, in him. gojo’s lips moved against yours with the same intensity as the first time you’d kissed, but this time it felt different—more urgent, more… desperate.

he pulled away just enough to murmur against your lips, his breath hot and uneven. “couldn’t focus on anything with you sitting there, looking so cute. thought i’d take care of that for you.”

you blinked, still a little dazed from the kiss, and let out a small laugh. “you’re unbelievable.”

gojo smirked, his hands lightly trailing down your arms before locking his fingers with yours, a rare tenderness in his touch. “i know. but you’re too cute, and i’ve been dying to kiss you like that all day. couldn’t wait anymore.”

“in the library?” you couldn’t help but tease, a grin tugging at your lips.

“well, i figured we’re alone here,” he shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. “and who’s gonna stop me? besides,” he added with a wink, “i’d be a terrible boyfriend if i didn’t give you a little break from all your studying.”

he leaned down to kiss you again, this time softer, his lips gently pressing against yours as if to apologize for the earlier urgency. you didn’t pull away, enjoying the feeling of his presence, his warmth, and the way he always managed to make you forget about everything else around you.

when he finally pulled back, his fingers traced your jawline, his expression softening just slightly. “now,” he said with a chuckle, “are you ready to get back to studying? or…” his grin returned, more teasing than ever, “do you want to skip the rest of the homework and make out some more?”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

“but that’s why you love me!” he said with a wink, squeezing your hand before pulling you out of the corner, his energy still radiating with that signature gojo confidence. “come on, let’s get back to work. but remember, if you need another break, i’m always here.”

and with that, he led you back to your study spot, your heart still racing from the kiss, knowing that you’d never quite be able to focus on your studies with him around.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ toying around ~ s. gojo

sum: when a dare you gave your boyfriend ended up biting you in the backside - now you’re a mess and he’s loving it.

pairing: satoru gojo x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. toy play, implied exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected p in v, implied c warming, gojo is a cocky mf, implied multiple rounds, reader gets called sweets/good girl, general swearing.

a/n: i’m back after being away for a bit - enjoy some toy play/kink with our favourite white-haired sorcerer. originally wrote with another character but it's time to shake it up. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

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Rubbing your legs together, you chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to relieve some of the pressure you felt within your core as the knot in your gut tightened slowly with each passing second.

Unfortunately, the more you pressed your legs together, the more the pressure and pleasure increased. Why did you have to be a smart mouth and give a dare to your boyfriend? You were sure he wouldn't take you up on it, mainly due to him not wanting to draw attention to you both, but to your dismay, he did. Glancing up, you took in the mass of snow-white hair before letting a small whimper pass your swollen lips.

Placing your head down on the table, you let out another soft moan, only to be met with a chuckle as blue eyes took in your current state. "You know I'll only turn it up if you keep acting like that, (y/n)". The obvious glee in his voice made you growl, mentally debating whether you should punch him for being so cocky.

After a few moments, a small gasp slipped past your lips as you lost your train of thought to your soon-to-be impending doom. "H-ah, fuck, T-Toru, please, this isn't f-fair". You whined out a little more than you intended at the pleasure you felt building as you lifted your head, the smirk on his lips adding fuel to your fire despite wanting to now connect your hand with his head - in a slap of hate or a grip of lust, you didn’t know which at this point any more.

You were going to make him pay for this next time, even if it killed you.

"Well, you shouldn't have dared me to do this, then you wouldn't be in this situation now would you, sweets?”. Satoru leaned his head on his hand as he looked you over, a small smirk appearing at the blush spreading across your face before he clicked another button on the remote he held under the table. His smirk widened at your reaction as you lifted your head and let it fall back, sucking in a breath as you tried to steady the pounding in your chest.

A few seconds later, a moan louder than you intended passed your lips as you let your head drop back down, causing people passing you both to look, raising their brows in questioning. “Oh my, you're such a naughty girl aren't you, (y/n)?". His eyes racked over your somewhat dishevelled state as you bit your lip in an attempt to stifle the moan you could feel clawing at your throat.

You'd be damned if you gave him the satisfaction again, but it was so hard not to give in. After a few more agonisingly slow moments, Satoru decided you'd had enough torment for the day. Lifting his hand, he motioned for you to sit beside him, your body moving slowly, you manoeuvred around the round booth seat until you sat directly beside him. “As much as I like to tease and torture you with our little toys for a little while longer, I think you've endured enough for now".

His words were soothing as he lowered his hand, fingers caressing your thigh, drawing patterns for a moment before slipping under your skirt and into your underwear. Taking a moment to press your clit, you sucked in a breath as you felt skilled fingers rub circles. The same fingers that were toying with you moved further down your wet pussy, slipping past the small ring of resistance with ease before reaching deep inside, savouring the feeling of your slightly pulsating walls, pulling out the soaked love egg vibrator much to his amusement.

A small moan of relief and loss sounded from you as you shuffled a little more, the fire deep within you never ceasing as your walls tried to clench around something that wasn’t there anymore. "T-Toru, it's still too m-much for me".

Your soft whimpers lulled him slightly as you closed your eyes, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm the raging urge to jump him. You had been so close to that beautiful high that would have you seeing stars but it was cruelly ripped away.

Soft fingers brushed against your neck while moving some of your hair, your eyes opening as you tilted your head slightly looking over your boyfriend. You were distracted and he took that as the perfect opportunity to drag a moan of both surprise and pleasure from you, before muffling any further sounds that dared to come out. The oh-so-familiar feeling of being stretched by long fingers made your eyes roll slightly, fluttering shut as the feeling of your end began building again.

Amid your distraction, Satoru had managed to slip two long fingers into your slick cunt, stretching your walls to the shape of his fingers as he began moving at a slow and almost painful pace. Sure it wasn't the pace you had hoped for from him but to feel a part of him inside you, instead of the toy, was fair play.

Pulling back from you slightly, hot breath ghosting against your lips, Satoru tilted your chin and smiled softly. "You know, maybe we should take advantage of being in this booth. After all, you handled my little toy extremely well, sweets and I think we both know you’d much rather have something else inside you. Something that you can really grip onto and lose your mind over".

Scanning your eyes over his, you pulled his lip between your teeth and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair at the base of his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp slightly. Now it was your turn to enjoy the quiet moans from deep in his throat before he played his hands on your hips, nails pressing into your skin. You didn’t know if you were trying to beg or demand with the way you were moving, but either way, he was right and you were impatient as fuck. Hands guided your body to sit on his lap, facing away from him as you felt the welcome stretch of his cock pushing into your pussy, covering your mouth as you muffled the moan that slipped out.

“F-fuck, that’s it, my fucking sweet girl~”. Tender kisses were peppered on your neck as you felt his hips begin to lift, pressing the head of his cock further into you, your insides moulding once again to the shape of him as you clenched around him, your body not wanting to let him slip out so easily this time around, unlike the egg vibrator from earlier that now rested in his pocket.

“~let’s see how many times I can make you come before our food arrives. If you’re quiet and good, I’ll make sure to rip those sweet sounds from your throat later on tonight when I have you pinned beneath me in bed”.

His words hit you as you let your head fall down, clenching around him once again as you moved your hips slowly, making sure to not draw too much attention to the fact you were being stretched open in pure bliss for anyone to see.

Of course, you were a good girl for him, legs trembling as you came undone on his cock, your slick dripping over his lap and your thighs and you panted into your hand, eyes closing as you felt him pat your thigh.

And of course, he was true to his word, having you come undone once again, this time beneath him as he ripped sweet moan after sweet moan for your throat as he filled you up until he had nothing but blanks left to give you as he pulled you into every possible position he could.

[strychnynegirl]

He's here!!!!

just a little drabble for my current wip. arranged marriage with clanhead gojo.

warnings: mdni, smut, breeding kink, lots of breeding, praise, creampie, bit of angst.

arranged clanhead! satoru who still isn’t used to sharing his space, even after months of marriage. the grand Gojo estate, once his sanctuary, feels smaller with you in it—your scent lingering on the furniture, your soft hums echoing in the halls—not unpleasant, but… unfamiliar.

arranged clanhead! satoru who notices how your shampoo smells so sweet, clinging to his pillow. how your hair clogs his drain and it drives him fucking insane, yet he still finds himself instinctively reaching for your favorite brand of conditioner while he’s out, tucking it into his basket without a second thought. he doesn’t know why—it’s not like he cares… right?

arranged clanhead! satoru who steps into the kitchen late one evening to find you leaning against the counter. your hair falls in loose strands around your face, messy but still maddeningly pretty, and you sip tea from a mug—his favorite mug. you’re draped in one of his shirts, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh—your bare legs illuminated by the dim glow of the overhead light.

for a fleeting second, he freezes. you look… almost at home. he doesn’t want you to look at home. or does he? he shakes the thought away.

“couldn’t sleep?” he drawls, his eyes lingering on the curve of your legs. “or… were you waiting up for me? ‘cause I could really blow off some steam.”

arranged clanhead! satoru who emerges from the bathroom later that night, his snowy hair damp and tousled, a towel slung lazily over his broad shoulders. he’s wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, the defined lines of his abdomen on full display as he rubs the towel through his hair, his gaze sliding over to you lying on the bed.

“ready for tonight?” he asks, tilting his head with that signature nonchalance, as though he isn’t about to fuck the hell out of you, as though his sole intention isn’t to fill you so full of his cum that there’s no question the Gojo Clan will get their heir.

arranged clanhead! satoru who pushes you into a mating press the moment he’s on top of you, his large hands gripping your thighs as he folds your legs back against your chest, pinning you beneath him. his cock slides against your slick folds before splitting you apart, and his breath shudders as your cunt swallows him greedily.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, panting through thrusts. “always so good f’me. always takin’ me so fucking well.”

arranged clanhead! satoru who hates himself for the shameful thrill that bubbles up within him, the sick satisfaction of watching you come undone beneath him. the way your pussy clenches around his dick, the way your gasps and moans echo in his ears, drives him to thrust harder, deeper, as though his very existence depends on filling you—which it does.

arranged clanhead! satoru who’s pace is merciless, hips slamming into you with an almost feral hunger. he tells himself it’s just biology, but deep down he knows better.

“good fucking girl…” he smirks, pushing your legs higher as you squirm beneath him—your nails digging into his arms, but the sting only spurs him on. “don’t worry sweetheart—haaa—this time, for sure, m'gonna breed that pretty pussy. gonna make you drip with my cum ‘til you can’t hold it all…”

arranged clanhead! satoru who watches your eyes roll back as his cock slams into you, the bed shaking beneath you as his focus narrows on the way your breasts bounce with every forceful thrust.

“you’re mine,” he groans, the words slipping out before he can stop them, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you—hot, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. his body trembles against yours as he buries himself to the hilt.

“fuuuck, take it…” he rasps, his forehead dropping to press against yours. “so fucking good f’me.”

arranged clanhead! satoru who doesn’t move for a long moment, his chest pressed to yours, his weight pinning you to the mattress. your breath mingles, warm and uneven, and for a fleeting second, he almost forgets why he’s here. why you’re here. but then reality creeps in, sharp and cold, and he pulls out slowly, watching as the mix of his cum and your slick drips onto the sheets.

arranged clanhead! satoru who remembers his duty as clanhead, as the leader of the Gojo Clan. like a good husband—like a good leader—he doesn’t waste a single drop. he shifts, his fingers dipping between your legs to scoop up the cum leaking from you.

“can’t let this go to waste, sweetheart,” he mutters as he pushes the thick mess back into you. his thumb presses against your clit, and he smirks when it earns a soft gasp from you—his fingers sliding deeper. he watches, transfixed, as his cum disappears inside you again, his cock giving a weak twitch at the sight.

arranged clanhead! satoru who rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling as his chest heaves with the effort of catching his breath. he doesn’t reach for you, doesn’t hold you, and you don’t reach for him. the silence afterward is louder than any moan you could make. he tries to ignore the ache in his chest, something he refuses to name.

arranged clanhead! satoru who lies awake long after you’ve drifted off, his arm slung over his eyes as he tries to ignore the ache in his chest. he won’t admit it—not to you, not to himself—but he’s starting to crave more than your body. he craves the softness in your voice when you call his name, the quiet way you laugh when you think he’s not listening.

but this is just obligation. just duty. just… fucking. right?

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[itoshhi]

𝜗𝜚 satoru gojo | teasing

❕smut mdni.

your boyfriend gojo satoru is the type to be very teasing when he fucks you hard. okay, let's think. he's very teasing.

he'll lick and kiss your nipples before fingering you hard and spreading you open. i'm completely sure he'll be hard and teasing you when his fingers are inside you.

"Huh, are you gonna cum baby, come on, give it to me."

"Does my dick make you stupid? What a waste..."

"Faster, huh? Do you want daddy to go faster? Here you go..."

one of your legs is on his shoulder, his hand is holding your thigh tightly. his free hand is gripping your waist tightly and rubbing it. he's sweating a lot from his fast pace and his white hair is sticking to his forehead, fuck, he looks so good. he has a stupid grin on his face and he's absolutely sure that smile is making you nervous and passing through you.

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[selfloverrrrrr]

The Mafia Moon

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, mafia Gojo, mafia Sukuna, reader is Gojo's girlfriend, Mafia Au....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

"Shut up, Gojo!" I huff, throwing a pillow at him. He catches it effortlessly, laughing. "Aw, come on, babe, I was just saying the truth!" I glare at him, crossing my arms. "You were talking nonsense!" I said. He leans back against the headboard, a smug grin on his face. "Nonsense? All I said was that you were checking me out when I got out of the shower." He said.

My face burns. "I WAS NOT!" I defend myself. He chuckles, tilting his head. "Oh? Then why’d you freeze when I walked in with just a towel?"he said. I groan, I grabbed the blanket and covered myself. "You’re unbearable." He shifts closer, voice dripping with amusement. "Admit it, babe. You like what you see." He said. I peek at him from the blanket, scowling. "Gojo, stop talking."

He went inside the blanket and hugged me tightly. Then started tickling me. "I swear to god....... I'll kill you!" I said between laughs. "Satoru.... can you stop tickling her?" A voice said. We both took out our head from the blanket to see Geto standing there. "Can you just knock on the door before coming in?" Gojo asked. "No" Geto replied.

"you're always answering like a teen girl on period" Gojo Said. "So do you" I said. Gojo rolled his eyes. "Whatever.... what's the matter?" Gojo asked Geto. "We found where The Mafia Moon is" Geto replied with a smirk. "You gotta be kidding me!" Gojo said. A smirk forming on his lips. "Let's go to the office then" Gojo said and three of us headed to the office on the third floor.

Guards standing everywhere. Gojo opened the door of the office room and went inside. Me and Geto entered behind him. Everyone of you men and women were there.... Nanami, Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Yuta, Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara"Where's it?" Gojo asked. "Here" Megumi replied and turned the laptop screen towards Gojo.

We all looked at the screen. "You gotta be kidding me! It's in that mansion?! I was expecting it to be in Sukuna's north mansion" Gojo said. "Yeah I was shocked too" Geto replied. "And a good news for you boss.... Sukuna is throwing a party in that mansion tomorrow in that mansion. That means he'll be there as well" Yuji said.

"oh GREATTTT" Gojo said. "But, boss..... What is this Mafia Moon?" Maki asked. "it's the map of Sukuna's every mansion and underground shelters. If we get that. His kingdom is finished" I replied. "Yupp.... and we'll be going there tomorrow to steal it" Gojo said. "But, boss. Why are we going tomorrow? We can go when Sukuna won't be there and steal it... that'll be easier" Yuta said.

"we can't. Because Sukuna has the key. And he brings it everywhere with him" Megumi replied. "Then what's the plan? We need a strong plan for tomorrow" Nobara said. They all nodded.

Gojo : okay. So we'll be there as soon as the party gonna start. Nanami you and Megumi gonna stay outside of the mansion and inform us if anything wrong happens. And you two will be taking control of all of my guards I'll take there.

Nanami : noted

Megumi : noted

Gojo : Shoko you'll be hacking the cameras of the mansion from the car until we come there.

Shoko : noted

Geto : we have to go back by our submarines right?

Gojo : yup... everyone will be in the submarine as soon as we get the Mafia Moon. Mei Mei you'll be keeping guard for Shoko for her safety.

Mei Mei : noted

Gojo : me and Geto will go to the vault to take The Mafia Moon. Inumaki and Yuji will be keeping guard outside of the vault.

Yuji : noted

Inumaki : noted

Gojo : Yuta and Maki. You two will be outside of the vault room. If any single one comes there other than our man kill them. I just have to think about how to distract Sukuna and take the key as well.

Yuta : noted

Maki : noted

Y/n : I'll be distracting Sukuna and steal the key from him.

Gojo : absolutely not! I'm not letting you ther-

Y/n : shut up Gojo! Don't act like I have never been on missions.

Gojo : this is more dangerous than those.

Y/n : and what? You're going there as well. More than 1000 of our men will be outside... what's gonna be wrong.

Utahime : yeah I think you should do this.

Gojo : I said no!

Y/n : Gojo stop being silly. Don't act as if I don't know how to fight and I have never fought.

Gojo : y/n—

Y/n : Gojo! We all are gonna be connected by our ear device. You gotta be there! Nothing is going to be wrong!

Gojo : you'll be go out from the back exit. And Utahime, you'll be there keeping guard for y/n and make sure she gets out from there safely.

Utahime : sure....noted

I gave Gojo a kiss. "This isn't enough... you'll rode me after we came back from there tomorrow" Gojo said. "Gonna see. Depends on my mood" I said with a laugh as I walked out of the room. "Do you even think about anything else other than sex, shit face?" Shoko asked. Gojo smirked. "You think he does?" Geto replied. "I swear to god.." Nanami sighed.

The next day evening

We just reached there. "Babygirl you done?" I asked Shoko who's busy hacking the camera system. "Just a second....... and...... done!" She replied. "Let's go then" Gojo said. "Yeah... wait a minute.... yeah let's go" I said taking off the jacket. Revealing my short sparkle skirt and top underneath. "I'm letting Sukuna see your face that isn't enough? You gonna show him your half naked body? What's next? You gonna sit on his lap?" Gojo asked.

"I have to seduce him and take that key....so yeah I have to" I replied. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO?!?!" Gojo asked.... almost screamed out of shock. "Gojo fucking Satoru if I saw you doing anything shit out of jealousy I'll kill you" I said. "Okay go ahead" he replied. "I'll kill myself" I said. "Fine.... I'll behave......" He replied pouting.

"now let's go" I said. "Still it's not fair. Sukuna isn't suppose to be enjoy by watching you like this" Gojo said. "Geto please put a gun in his ass and pull the trigger if he does anything stupid" I said. "Oh don't worry" Geto replied. "I'm the boss here why you all listen to her?" Gojo said. "Well cz she's your boss" Geto replied. Gojo groaned and we all went out of the car.

As we went out of the car Mei Mei stood outside of the car. Then our other men came out of the cars and spread to the whole area. Nanami and Megumi stood outside of the mansion. Of course we can't enter from the main gate. There's a tunnel on the backside of the mansion which connects to the hallway outside of the bathroom.

As we entered the mansion now I had to split up from them. "If any slightest thing makes you uncomfortable just speak up to me we all are connected to the ear device" Gojo said. "Don't worry Gojo....yk I can fight" I replied. "Ik.... but still I don't want you to get hurt for some of my business shit" Gojo said. "Gojo..... it's okay. I'll be fine!" I replied. Then give him a kiss.

"okay" he whispered. "Utahime.... you go to the backside exit of the mansion. As the alarm gonna turn on as we take the thing y/n Will get the chance to get away and she'll go out from that exit... And you'll be taking care of it. Make sure she doesn't get a single scratch" Gojo said. "Hmm..... don't worry about that" Utahime replied and went towards her destination and so do we.

I stood in front of the drink counter ordering tequila. I grabbed the drink and leaned on the counter and drank it. "I'm... can you tell me where Ryomen Sukuna is right now?" I asked the bartender. "He's right there...on the right side." He replied. "Thanks" I said and started walking towards the detection he told me. Then I spotted him.

He's sitting there drinking alcohol. Laughing with his friends. A blonde guy with sharp eyes....a guy with black hair and he has a scar on his lips. I only know Sukuna here. I walked towards them. "Excuse me...." I spoke. They stopped talking and looked at me. "Is that sit taken?" I asked. "You mean that one?" Sukuna asked pointing at the seat beside him. "No.... it's not taken." He replied.

"no not that one.... I'm talking about this one. Is this one free?" I asked again pointing at his lap. He smirked darkly. "For you? Yes" he replied tilting his head. I smiled at him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his hand around my waist. Gosh Gojo would've killed him by now if he was here. "My lap is free as well if you want to know" the guy with blonde hair said. "Noya shut the fuck up" replied the guy with a scar on his lips. "So..." Sukuna spoke. His eyes drifted down to my cleavage. "What's your name?" He asked.

He knows my real name.... I can't say that. I quickly thought of a fake name. "F/n (fake name)" I replied. "So....you here with....?" He asked pulling me more towards him. "If I had come here with anyone.... would I be sitting here?" I replied. He smirked. "I see .... then how did you come here? I've never seen you before" he asked. "You see the bartender over there? She's my friend....she said I should come and I did" I replied.

"I see and I appreciate that you did" he whispered in my ear. "I like your perfume" I said. "You'd like many things of me" he replied with a smirk. I realised his hand going upwards between my legs under my skirt. This basterd...... I quickly stopped his hand. "Come on....not here" I said. His face inches away from mine. "Should I get us some privacy?" He asked. "I'd love that ~" I replied.

He took me to a hallway. No one was there. He pushed me against the wall. "I like your neck" he said. I rubbed my hand up and down on his chest. I felt something....is that the key? I looked at the gap between his shirt. Yes it is that key he's wearing as a necklace. "There's more you'd like as well" I replied. "Yeah?" He asked with a smirk. "Why don't you find out yourself?" I said and he crashed his mouth on my neck.

God! Gojo come on do it quickly! I can't continue anymore! Do it do it..... I thought. Suddenly the loud sound of the alarm started ringing. Sukuna pulled away. His face serious now as he tried to process what happened. Suddenly his phone rang. "Hello?.....hmmm. WHAT?! I'm coming!" He at the call and run towards the direction We came from.

I run to the other side. "Y/n?... you okay?" I heard Gojo's voice from my ear device. "Yes... I'm fine..." I replied. "Nothing happened to you, right? You got the key?" He asked. "Yup I did....go to the submarine.... I'll be there" I replied. "Okay... meet you there then" he replied and hanging up. I run quickly towards the backside exit. No guards were there. I run as fast as I could.

Finally saw the exit. I run down the stairs. I saw Utahime. "Let's go" I said to her. I heard the guards voices coming towards us. I went towards the door. But suddenly Utahime grabbed my hand and Stopped me. "What are you doing? The guards are coming!!!" I said. "Come on.... don't rush too much" she said and pushed me towards the stairs.

I fell on the stairs. "What are you-" before I could finish my sentence she snatched my ear device and smashed it. My eyes widened. Why is she doing this? No no....is she ......is she betraying us? "Utahime?....." I spoke. "Shocked? I know you are" she said. Before I could react I felt someone grabbed my hair and pulled it from behind.

I groaned. "Look whom we got here...." A voice spoke. I turned my head to see. And it was Noya. He smirked and pulled me towards him. "Let go of my hair" I said. "Ohhhh.... I'm scared!" He said mockingly. I smashed my elbow on his face and kicked on his feet. He groaned and fell on the floor. "Aashole" I said and walked towards the exit again.

Suddenly I felt someone pull my hair again. This time..... Utahime. "Utahime stop this shit...why are you doing this" I said. "Because..... I never actually worked for your *BELOVED BOYFRIEND*.... I always worked for Sukuna. Your stupid boyfriend couldn't see that....and Don't run right now.... Sukuna is coming here.... don't wanna disappoint him" she said. I pushed off her hand and choked her to the wall. "You think you can fight me? And if you say a single shit about Gojo I'll bury you right here!!!!" I said looking at her eyes. I didn't realize when she took out an injection. She stabbed it on my neck and pushed the liquor inside. I felt dizzy. My hold on her neck loosened. I fell unconscious on the floor.

Gojo's POV

We all were inside the submarine. "Everyone here? Should we start the engine?" Megumi asked. "Yeah... everyone's in" Nanami replied. "You got it Gojo?" Shoko asked. "Yuppppp I did" I replied with a smirk. "Gosh I'm really happy that it's finally done!" Yuji said. "Yeah me too" Suguru replied. "Let's open it" I said. "Do it" everyone said.

"yeah where's y/n? She has the key" I said. "Oh.... yeah where's she?" Nobara said. "Yeah where's she?" Maki said. "What do you mean where's she?!?! She didn't come here????" I asked. "I haven't seen her coming" Mei Mei said. "What the hell do you mean?!" I said. Does that....does that mean.....no no no no! "Don't tell she didn't come here!" Megumi said.

"how the hell is she not here????????" I screamed. I was breathing heavily. "Satoru...calm down" Suguru said. "How can I???" I said. Oh god why did this happened??!! I looked at Mei Mei. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything" she said. "Come on guys why y'all are looking at me. I swear to god I didn't do anything... she's my good friend come on.... Gojo you know I won't do this for money!" She said.

"wait.... where's utahime?" Suguru asked. "Oh my fucking god......no way" Shoko said. Everyone was shocked. "I swear to god" I groaned with grinded teeth. "Let's go back." I said. "We can't" Yuji said. "What do you mean we can't?!" I asked. "We can't turn the submarine... it's not programmed like that....but don't worry I'll speed up and then go back there again" Megumi said. "Please do as soon as possible!" I said and sit on the floor. I hope she's not hurt yet.

Y/n's POV

I slowly opened my eyes. Where am I? I was in a room. Wait...I can't move. Shit....are my hands tied up? Yes it is. Wait-.... where's my dress? Why am I in just a bra and underwear?! I heard a voice. I turned around my head. It's Noya. God he pisses me off so much. "Awake?" He said. I saw Utahime standing beside him. He came on the bed. "Fuck off" I said backing up.

"oh? Are your fighting powers dead now?" He said mockingly. I pulled my legs up and kicked him on his nuts. "What do you think?" I said. He fell on the floor. "You fucking bitch!!!!" He screamed. "Shut the fuck up Noya..... Toji? Take your brother out of here and everyone get out I need some personal space" a voice said. I recognised it very well. It's Sukuna.

My heart was beating so fast. Everyone went out. He was standing in front of the bed smirking at me. "So...." He spoke. His deep voice gave me chills. He took off his shoes and started crawling towards me on the bed. My breath hitched. Is he gonna kill me now? "How are you feeling miss f/n....or should I say y/n?" I whispered with a smirk. I swallowed hard.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him and pinned me underneath him. Shit I can't even move now. "So when is your BoYfRiEnD coming?" He asked mockingly and laughed. I spat on his face. His laugh stopped. He looked at me. Too dangerously. He choked me on the bed. "Such a bitch you are" he said. "I think I should prepare you before your boyfriend comes to take you back" he said.

Suddenly I felt my panties being pulled aside. My eyes widened. "No no no no stop don't.... wait!" I tried to stop him. Before I could do anything I felt something entered inside me. Then a powerful thrust. I screamed out of my lungs. He laughed darkly. No no no this can't be happening. I was struggling underneath him. "Can understand why Gojo kept you" he said with a brutal thrust.

It hurts...it hurts so much! "ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It hurts!!!!!!!" I screamed. "Shhh....be a good slut for me like you wanted to be back there and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed hoping someone will stop it. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.

" ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder. He was still thrusting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all I could.

" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I screamed. "Seems like you having fun" a voice said from behind. Sukuna was still thrusting. Within a minute he came. He pulled out. "Yeah.... now you can have it for you" Sukuna replied. Now I see the face of the person and I'm shocked. It's..... it's Geto?!

I was shocked. He was looking at me with an evil smirk. Something feels so off about him. Is that a scar on his forehead? Geto doesn't have that! He crawled on top of my. I was still breathing heavily. "I'm not Geto darling.... wanna know who I am?" He asked. Then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Kenjaku" he said. And I felt something entering my entrance again. I closed my eyes shut. It can't be happening again! I felt a strong thrust and I gasped. I didn't realised when I passed out.

After waking up

I slowly opened my eyes. My legs hurt so much. I saw everyone sitting in front of me. And I was tied up with a chair. "So are you gonna tell us everything about your boyfriend's kingdom or we have to force you?" Sukuna said. "Burn in fucking hell.... I won't tell you anything" I replied with grinded teeth. "Ahhh... still so bitchy....kinda expected from Gojo's girlfriend " kenjaku Said.

"okay then...go on Mahito" kenjaku said. I saw a blue haired guy walking towards me. His whole body is covered with stitching tattoos. "As you wish" he said with a smirk and without any warning he slapped me hard. "Come on Mahito...do you think she's gonna open up by slapping?!" Sukuna said. "Okay then" Mahito replied.

Suddenly he took out a knife from his belt and stabbed four times on my left leg. I screamed loudly. Oh god this hurts so much. "Speak up" he said. "B-burn in h-hell" I sobbed. He stabbed my other leg three times. I screamed. I can't take it anymore it hurts so much. "She's stronger than I thought" he said. "Not my problem" he said and grabbed a hot metal from the fireplace.

My eyes widened. He smirked and pressed it on my leg. My throat hurts from screaming. It feels like death. "Boss... they're here" one of the guards came inside and said. "Ah looks like your boyfriend finally came back" Sukuna said. "Let's go Mahito.....we gonna have this fight some time soon" he said and all of them leave.

Gojo's POV

We came back to the mansion again. This time with more men. The mansion is almost empty now. I don't care I just want her. "Whoever gets her inform me" I said. Me and Suguru went to the same detection. Yuji and Megumi went to the same detection. Yuta and inumaki went to the same detection. Nanami and maki went to the same detection. Nobara and Mei Mei went to the same detection.

We were searching every rooms. Noone was there. The last in this hallway. Wait....is it blood on the door? I rushed to open the door and my eyes widened. There she is. "Y/n?..." I spoke. She's tied up on the chair. I went to her. I quickly untied her. She cling on me. "H-Hurts" she sobbed. Her legs were stabbed one leg has burnt mark. Those mother fuckers were torturing her?! Wait.... where's her clothes? Don't tell me.....

I quickly took off my jacket and put it over her to cover her. I carried her out. Suguru was standing there. "What?" He asked. I shook my head sideways. His eyes widened. I swear to god. I'll torture all those fuckers to death whoever even touched her tonight!

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Gojo x femreader You are Gojo Satoru’s housewife who waits for him to come home 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

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His unwashed cock, sweaty from a long day at work. Found itself parting your full lips after staining your cheek with precum

it felt heavy in your mouth but you didn’t hesitate to open the back of your throat to start providing your man the service he needs after working so hard

“Does my baby like the taste?”

“Y-yes..mpfh..daddy”

He’s gently rocking his hips back and forth into your mouth, your head is held in place between his thick thighs

He throws his head back, you were doing an amazing job at using a lot of saliva, it was getting pretty messy

He’s amazed how fast you learned to use your tongue and wrap your mouth around his huge vieny cock despite how inexperienced you used to be. But now in his eyes you were the perfect wife and your cock sucking skills were just a plus

you had learned long ago that using teeth would mean he would punish you in one way or another. The red marks on your ass his spankings caused still remained from last week.

“nghhh…s-so good…don’t stop” he groans, a sound so sweet you flicked your tongue hard on his tip causing his thighs to twitch

You nod your head looking up at him, your mouth and throat full of his rock hard penis, that seemed to keep growing everytime you would suck on it.

you swirl your tounge around the base of his cock, kissing it making him go crazy

before you know it your mouth fills up with his creamy cum, it was dripping down your chin on to your bare, reddened knees.

“be a good girl hm… don’t waste a single drop” he’s breathing heavy, leaning back into the arm chair, but his dick is still hard and standing

you swallow it all down, feeling it coat your throat. You had gotten used to it so you didn’t mind it much and after all it was smooth like silk, not too salty.

You even lick the remaining cum straight from the source, making him lean down to kiss your forehead.

Just then you hear the oven timer go off. Dinner is ready! Maybe after eating, Gojo will fuck you and give your wet cunt the attention it wants, that it’s been aching all day for XD

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Satoru is a messy eater. and i stand by that with my whole being.

Sitting on the living room couch, Satoru on his knees between your thighs, as he has you in a mean matting press. As his face is buried between your inner thighs covered in saliva, bike marks, and cum. Your body quivering in overstimulation.

“hold still.” he groans lowly on your puffy clit, lifting his head up a bit. His large hand slapping your puffy clit making you mewl as your lower abdomen jolts again. He digs his face back in between your thighs, his soft pink tongue flattening against your puffy clit before darting it back into your pussy resuming eating his sweet treat.

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a/n -> i’ve never written smut before..so i genuinely hope this is not that bad…

[gojosluut]

I love how Gege gave Gojo different eyewear and didn’t just keep the same thing on him throughout the whole series. Especially with the different shapes of his glasses. Like his oval ones when he was talking with Megumi in S2, then his circle ones when he was a teen, and then his rectangle ones he usually wears when he isn’t wearing his blindfold.

Also in the outtro of season1 when we see Gojo in the room with all his glasses. No yeah. There’s definitely some funky ass glasses shapes in his big ass collection he’s got. Like you can’t tell me this man doesn’t have black heart shaped glasses, or a cat eye shape.

I feel like he won’t even wear them either he just got them because he thought it was funny. But..he would wear them to embarrass or annoy nanami, yaga, the higher ups, utahime, and Megumi with his funky glasses just to see their reactions.

When he shows up wearing his chunky black glasses one frame a circle and the other frame a square. To a work lunch with the faculty at Jujustu high, and everyone’s faces just drop in embarrassment…because like what the fuck are you wearing..? And Gojo acts so smug and innocent about it too. Saying how he always wears stuff like this or how they’re just being dramatic.

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Stayed up all night and binged this amazing fic by @madamechrissy This was such a beautifully written fic and Satoru is so unhinged and sexy in it. Love him and his feral ass so damn much!! A well balanced blend of filthy smut, fluffy goodness and drama. This truly is an unforgettable read! 🥰🤭💕❤️‍🔥

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ꕥ Chapter 1 ꕥ Chapter 2 ꕥ Chapter 3 ꕥ Chapter 4 ꕥ Chapter 5 ꕥ Chapter 6 ꕥ Chapter 7 ꕥ Chapter 8 ꕥ Chapter 9 - Final ꕥ

ꕥ Pairings: Yandere Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (past Suguru/Reader, past Choso x reader/ suguru x shoko and even some shoko x reader lol - It's a mess tbh)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-Toru is TOXIC, Sugu is AWFUL, this story is toxic lol, explicit sexual content, and yandere Gojo behavior. There is some physical description of the readers height/body, don't read if too unimmersive. Threesomes, MMF and FFM, foursomes, blow jobs, cunnilingus, hate sex, toxic behavior, low key infidelity, failed ass plyamory, bdsm, pain play, stalking, obsessive shit... Toru is a yandere psycho (hot tho!?) and Sugu an evil gaslighter hoe (Sorry lol)

ꕥ Word Count 95K FINISHED

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and wants an open relationship. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Geto is a gaslighter HOE in this story, Satoru is a TOXIC psycho who sure can fuck. (Reader just here for the dick and emotional damage)

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cw: pregnancy, postpartum, body insecurity, comfort/fluffy, satoru being satoru

it’s been a month since you gave birth—since your whole world shifted and you became a mother. postpartum has been… a lot. you’ve been emotional, clingy, and, as your husband satoru so fondly says, his little baby just as much as your actual baby.

and he doesn’t mind, not one bit. if anything, satoru loves it. loves how you reach for him when you’re feeling overwhelmed, how you bury your face in his chest when the tears come too easily, how you let him take care of you even when you insist you’re fine.

so when he sits beside you on the couch, arm slung over the backrest, he gives you a bright grin and asks, “let’s go shopping tomorrow, what do ya say?”

you sigh, pouting. “no.”

“no?” he tilts his head, baby blues blinking at you.

you huff, crossing your arms. “i’m fat and i’m ugly and i can’t—”

satoru chuckles, shifting closer as his hands come up to cup your cheeks. “and what makes you say that, huh, gorgeous?”

you shake your head, eyes burning as a lump forms in your throat. “who do you think you’re calling gorgeous, toru? i’m a mess. i-i’ve got stretch marks, and i won’t fit into my old dresses, and—” your voice wobbles, and the tears finally spill over.

his teasing smile fades just a little, concern creeping into his features as he pulls you into his chest. he tuts softly, rubbing circles into your back. “tch. baby, listen. you’re beautiful no matter what, alright? and stretch marks?” he pulls back slightly, grinning down at you. “they look really sexy on you.”

you swat at his chest. “be serious, toru.”

he whines dramatically, but his hold on you tightens. “i am! i see them, and i see how strong and amazing you are.”

you sniffle. “i-i can’t even have my coffee anymore—”

he tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “come on, you can hang in there a little longer for our little one, right, baby? then i’ll buy you everything, and you can have whatever you want, yeah?”

you nod, wiping at your face. “what do you mean our little one? that little sucker looks like a carbon copy of you.”

satoru gasps, hand on his chest like you’ve wounded him. “excuse me? he got your nose!”

“no, he got your nose, toru.”

he squints at you like he’s about to argue, but then his expression softens. “y’know what? i’ll prove how much i love you—i’m gonna make you some donuts.”

you raise an eyebrow, still sniffling. “you sure you won’t burn down the kitchen?”

he freezes for a beat.

“…then ordering it is.”

[kunareads]

if i believe you

clan head!satoru x reader

your husband is nothing like you expected. he's flippant, reckless, powerful beyond comprehension. and he doesn't touch you.

he waits, watches. asks what you want. but you don't have an answer because you weren't taught to want.

desire was never meant to be yours. yet somehow, in the waiting, it stirs.

INTERACT HERE FOR TAGLIST! title is from the 1975 song. the whole series was very much inspired by this post right here

content: smut (slow burn), fluff, angst! religious undertones AND overtones (if you’re not cool with that just don’t read it idk), virginity loss, religious trauma, arranged marriage, softtttttt satoru

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to be continued

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RUN WILD HORSES

Chasing The Wind

pairing: Ranch Hand!Gojo x Fem!Reader wc: 10.8k warnings: Still just fluff. Tiny bit of angst if you squint, I guess? a/n: It's been 70 degrees here in Kansas lately, which means I'm listening to more country music while driving for work. Which also means more brain food for this fic! Gojo is so cute I just wanna squeeze his cheeks SO BAD. chapter track: Chasing The Wind - Lanie Gardner

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the smell—warm, rich, and sugary sweet, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. The scent of pancakes, golden and fluffy, laced with the unmistakable warmth of maple syrup, drifted through the house. It was enough to pull you from the depths of sleep, stirring you from your drowsy haze. Blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, you stretched, your gaze landing on the unpacked boxes stacked near your dresser.

With a sleepy sigh, you slid out of bed, shuffling to the nearest box and digging through it until your fingers brushed against the familiar fabric. You barely registered what you grabbed, pulling on the clothes without much thought before running your hands over them in a half-hearted attempt to smooth out any wrinkles.

Navigating the house in the morning light was easier than it had been last night when you'd groggily gotten lost trying to find the bathroom. You made your way through the quiet halls, the scent of breakfast growing stronger with each step until you reached the kitchen.

Your mom stood at the dark soapstone counter, her back to you, flipping pancakes on a griddle. The sizzling sound filled the space, mingling with the occasional clatter of dishes as she worked. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the warm, homey kitchen.

She must have heard your footsteps because she glanced over her shoulder, her expression softening into a smile.

"Good morning, dove," she greeted, voice rich with warmth.

You hummed in response, still groggy, stepping closer to peer at the pancakes. One side of the griddle held perfectly golden rounds studded with chocolate chips, while the other had slices of banana and fresh strawberries nestled into the batter. Your stomach rumbled at the sight, and your mom chuckled, shaking her head as she nudged you away with a gentle shrug.

"Go set the table, dear," she instructed. "A few of the hands will be joining us for breakfast."

You arched a brow. "Just a few?"

"Yes," she confirmed, expertly flipping a pancake with a practiced flick of her wrist. "Most are already up and working, so they feed themselves. But Geto, Nanami, and Yuji usually swing by."

She paused for a beat before adding with a knowing smirk, "Gojo always makes a point to pause whatever he's doing, too."

Of course, he did.

You exhaled a soft laugh, shaking your head as you turned toward the cabinets, pulling out plates to set the table. It had been years since you'd sat down for a proper breakfast like this; your mornings in Chicago were usually a blur of grabbing a pastry and coffee from your favorite café before rushing off to work. But here, things moved slower.

As you laid the plates down, the sound of the front door opening drew your attention. The familiar creak of old hinges was followed by the heavy thud of boots against the hardwood floor. A deep voice filled the space.

"Mornin', hope we're not too early," Geto called, stepping inside and dipping his head to you, an easy smile stretching across his face.

Behind him, Yuji practically bounced through the doorway, his bright grin as warm as the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Oh man, it smells so good in here," he inhaled deeply.

Nanami followed the two in more measuredly, offering a polite nod as his sharp gaze flicked over the scene. "Good morning," he greeted, mimicking Geto in dipping his head to you in greeting.

You smiled at the trio, setting down the last plate. "Morning, guys."

Your mom emerged from the kitchen and expertly balanced two large platters stacked with pancakes. The golden-brown rounds glistened with melted butter, the chocolate chip ones dark and rich, the strawberry banana ones bursting with color. The scent alone was enough to make your stomach growl.

Yuji looked positively starved, his eyes wide and practically sparkling as he stared at the feast before him. "Oh my God," he breathed, damn near drooling.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I'll grab the syrup," you said, slipping past them as they took their seats and headed back into the kitchen.

The moment you stepped inside, you focused on gathering what you needed, reaching for the syrup bottle and, after a brief moment of thought, pulling open a cabinet to grab some glasses for the pitcher of orange juice you saw sitting on the counter nearby. You had just placed a few on the counter when a presence suddenly appeared behind you, the shift in the air making the tiny hairs on your arms stand up.

"Need any help?"

The low, teasing lilt of Gojo's voice sent a jolt through you, and you nearly jumped, turning to find him standing far too close with a crooked smile on his face, mischief twinkling in those pale blue eyes. His hair was still damp from a quick morning rinse, strands sticking up in different directions like he hadn't bothered to smooth them down.

You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest as if that would steady your heartbeat. "Do you always sneak up on people?"

His grin widened. "Only when they're fun to fluster." He reached past you, plucking the syrup from your grasp like he had every right to it, then winked. "Come on, we don't want Yuji to pass out from starvation."

Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress your smile, you grabbed the glasses and followed him back to the table.

You settle into your seat, realizing that Gojo has chosen the one beside you. There were plenty of open spaces, yet here he was, uncomfortably close, his knee nearly bumping against yours beneath the table. It flusters you more than it should, and as you reach for your fork, you can't help but wonder if this is where he always sits or if this was a deliberate choice.

Before you can dwell on it, your mom returns with the juice pitcher, making her way around the table and filling up the glasses you had set out. Each person murmurs a quiet "thank you" as she fills their glass. Once she's finished, she sets the pitcher down in the middle of the table next to the syrup before taking her own seat.

With that, everyone starts to dig in, the comforting sounds of breakfast filling the air, forks scraping against plates, the occasional clink of a glass being set down, and quiet hums of appreciation as the first bites were taken.

To distract yourself from the substantial presence of Gojo next to you, you turn to your mom. "Where's Dad?"

She doesn't hesitate, and her expression is straightforward. "He decided to haul a load down to Oklahoma."

You nod, but the news tugs at something inside you. Part of you had been looking forward to him being here for your first full day back. Your face must give you away because your mom chuckles softly, catching your fleeting disappointment before you can hide it.

"Don't worry, he'll be back before dinner," she reassures you. "He wasn't going too far. Besides, you've got plans today, I hear." Her eyes shift toward Gojo, a knowing smile on her lips. "I heard the two of you were gonna go for a ride. It'll be good for you to get back in the saddle instead of sitting around here unpacking."

Gojo, seemingly sensing an opportunity for teasing, shifts slightly in his seat, turning toward you with a lazy grin. He props his head on a fist, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Sleep well last night?" he asks, his tone light, almost innocent—but you're not fooled. He doesn't even give you a chance to answer before his smirk widens, and he leans in slightly. "Or maybe," he drawls, voice dipping with amusement, "you were up all night, too excited about our little ride today?"

The sheer arrogance in his voice is enough to make you scoff, though you can't stop the quiet chuckle that slips past your lips. He's so shamelessly smug, so sure of himself, and it's annoyingly endearing for some reason.

Before you can shoot back a response, Geto beats you to it. From across the table, he shakes his head, smirking as he knocks Gojo down a peg. "Gojo, don't act like you didn't get up two hours earlier than usual just so you could finish your work faster and have more time with her."

A ripple of laughter moves through the table as all eyes shift to Gojo.

For once, he doesn't have a snarky comeback. Instead, he pointedly avoids Geto's knowing look. He busies himself with his pancakes, stabbing into them with exaggerated nonchalance before shoving a considerable forkful into his mouth. The syrup on his plate is excessive, practically flooding the edges, thick and glistening as it drips down the sides.

You arch a brow, biting back a smile. "Big fan of syrup, huh?"

Gojo finally swallows, turning back to you. His gaze is unwavering, just a little too intense. When he speaks, his voice drops to something smoother, lazier, and intimate, making your pulse stutter.

"What can I say?" He tilts his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "I like things sweet."

The words alone would be harmless if not for how he's looking at you. Like he's savoring something, letting the double meaning settle between you like the syrup pooling on his plate. Your stomach flips, warmth curling at the base of your spine before you tear your gaze away, shaking your head in exasperation.

Still, even as you turn back to your plate, you can feel his eyes lingering on you—steady, teasing, and just a little too fond, lingering like the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the window.

The conversation around the table hums with an easy warmth, voices and the occasional clatter of forks against plates mixing in an almost familiar way. Geto is teasing Yuji about something, and your mom chuckles as she listens, occasionally interjecting with a comment of her own. Nanami offers his own dry remarks, which only seem to fuel the lighthearted banter.

Gojo occasionally inserts himself into the chatter, stealing the spotlight whenever he pleases. His voice is smooth, but you find yourself barely registering his words. Your focus drifts, your body going through the motions of eating. At the same time, your mind lingers elsewhere—on the warmth radiating from the man sitting beside you, on the subtle shift of his movements whenever he reaches for his drink or leans back in his chair. He's close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne, something crisp yet undeniably warm, mingling with the smell of syrup and coffee in the air.

But even that isn't enough to fully hold your attention. Not when something else has settled at the forefront of your mind.

Rosie.

The thought of her sparks something deep inside you, a restless energy that makes it nearly impossible to sit still. Excitement hums beneath your skin, a warmth that spreads through your chest at the mere thought of seeing her again, of running your fingers through her mane, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath beneath you as she carries you across the land like she always had. It's been too long, years slipping by like sand through your fingers.

Your mind drifts, carried away by memory, back to those endless summers spent roaming the Flint Hills. Just you and Rosie, nothing but the open land stretching infinitely in all directions. You remember the wind pulling at your hair and tugging at your clothes as she thundered across the rolling pastures, hooves drumming a familiar rhythm against the earth. The land seemed to surge in soft waves, rising and falling like the ocean frozen in time, its golden grasses rippling beneath the vast blue sky. Here and there, pockets of trees clustered together, shading the winding creeks that cut through the plains like ribbons of liquid silver, the water calm and clear against your fingertips.

Some days, you'd ride for hours, chasing the horizon with no destination in mind, no constraints beyond the slow sinking of the sun. Beneath that endless expanse of sky, you felt weightless, untethered, freer than anywhere else. You knew every trail, every hidden dip in the hills where wildflowers grew in bursts of color, and every stretch of land where the grass grew tall, thick, and soft, swaying in the warm summer breeze. The scent of sun-warmed earth, prairie flowers and sweet grass would fill the air, mingling with the ever-present hum of cicadas. It was a world all your own, a place that felt untouched by time, where nothing existed beyond you, Rosie, and the sky.

And the sunsets—God, the sunsets.

You would slow to a walk as the world was bathed in gold, the sky painted in breathtaking strokes of fire and lavender, deepening into dusky purples as the evening crept in. The light would catch in Rosie's coat, turning her a rich, burnished red, her mane shifting like silk with every step. The land seemed to pause in those final moments of daylight, the wind holding its breath, the rustling of the tallgrass, and the distant, melancholy call of a meadowlark the only sounds breaking the hush of twilight.

It had been perfect. It had been your second home.

And now, after all those years away, you get to have that again.

You exhaled softly, setting your fork down as you blinked into the present. Around you, the conversation continued, but it felt far away, merely background noise compared to the anticipation thrumming in your veins.

Beside you, Gojo shifted, resting his elbow on the table as he turned slightly toward you. His eyes flicked over your face, sharp but curious.

"You're thinking pretty hard about something," he mused, voice low enough that only you could hear.

You glanced at him, your pulse kicking up when you realized how close he was—close enough that you could see the way the morning light caught in his pale lashes, the teasing glint in his eyes softened by something quieter.

A small smile tugged at your lips. "Just… thinking about Rosie," you admitted. "And how much I've missed this place."

Gojo watched you for a beat, something unreadable flickering across his expression. Then, slowly, a smile of his own formed. Not his usual smirk; this was something more genuine, something real.

"Well," he said, nudging his knee against yours beneath the table, "I'd say it's about time you got reacquainted."

Breakfast passed in a comfortable blur, the warmth of good food and familiar company settling into your bones. Yuji was the first to leave, stretching with a groan before grinning at the table. "Gotta go help Sukuna with the cows, or he'll have my head," he sighed, shoving the last bite of pancake into his mouth before heading out the door.

Geto and Nanami stayed behind, their conversation turning to quiet murmurs as they helped your mom clear the table and wash dishes. You lingered long enough to thank them before heading upstairs to change, trading your casual clothes for something more suitable for riding—well-worn jeans, sturdy boots, and a button-up you knotted at the waist to help keep cool. The anticipation thrummed beneath your skin, each step bringing you closer to the moment you'd been waiting for.

When you came back downstairs, Gojo was where you expected him to be—leaning lazily against the doorframe, peering out through the screen door with complete ease. The morning sun caught in the strands of his snowy hair, illuminating the sharp angles of his face.

You stepped up beside him and, without a word, poked him in the side, hoping to catch him off guard like he did to you earlier in the kitchen. But he didn't even flinch. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, a slow, knowing grin curling at his lips.

"I don't scare easy, sweets," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

You pouted, crossing your arms. "Shame."

His grin widened, and before he could say something else undoubtedly cocky, you called out toward the kitchen, letting your mom know you were heading out. Her voice carried easily over the soft clatter of dishes. "Be safe, and have fun!"

With that, you followed Gojo out the door, rounding the house and heading down the gentle slope toward the main stables. The walk was quiet, neither of you speaking, but there was no need for words. The land itself was enough.

The morning air was crisp but warming with the rising sun, the sky an endless stretch of blue, barely touched by wisps of white. The rolling pastures, still glistening faintly with dew, spread out like a golden-green sea, the occasional wooden fence post standing like a lone sentinel amidst the vast openness. Birds flitted between the trees near the creek bed settled in the horse pasture, their calls weaving into the rustling of the prairie grass. The scent of earth, hay, and something familiar filled your lungs with every breath.

The sight of the stables sent another jolt of anticipation through you. The large wooden structure stood sturdy and familiar, its open doors revealing the movement inside—Nobara and Choso, along with a few other hands, were already hard at work tending to the horses. The rhythmic sounds of shuffling hooves, soft nickers, and the occasional clink of metal filled the space.

Nobara, dressed in worn jeans and a faded T-shirt, crossed her arms as she eyed Choso, who was methodically brushing down one of the geldings. "You are way too meticulous about this," she grumbled, though there was no real bite to her words.

Choso didn't even look up as he replied, "And you're not meticulous enough."

Your lips twitched at their familiar bickering as you stepped inside, your gaze scanning the stalls for a flash of chestnut red. For Rosie.

Nobara looked up as you and Gojo stepped into the stables, her lips curling into a knowing smirk at the sight of the two of you like she was aware of something you weren't. She wiped her hands on her jeans and stepped forward, her eyes flicking between you and Gojo with a look of amusement that you couldn't quite place.

"Miss Rosie's down toward the end," she said, pointing to the far stalls with a lazy gesture. "We already got her cleaned up for ya. Choso wanted to tack her up for you," she added, nudging the tall cowboy beside her with her elbow.

Choso glanced over at you and exhaled with a soft, amused grunt. He didn't miss a beat, continuing his gentle strokes on the gelding's coat. The gelding's muscles rippled under the motion of the brush, and the horse's soft sighs filled the air with a quiet rhythm. "Thought maybe it'd be helpful," Choso muttered, his voice low but teasing.

Nobara raised an eyebrow and grinned. "I told him you'd probably wanna do it yourself."

You chuckled softly and nodded. "I appreciate it. Really." 

Without wasting another second, you head in the direction Nobara pointed, your boots scuffing softly against the packed dirt floor. Gojo follows right beside you, his usual air of lazy confidence wrapped around him like a second skin. You're too focused on the anticipation building in your chest, the thought of finally seeing Rosie again, to notice how Nobara shoots Gojo a knowing wink.

Or the way Gojo—Satoru Gojo, who rarely gets flustered—flushes ever so slightly before schooling his features back into their usual playful ease.

The stable air smelled like hay and leather, with a faint scent of sweat and horses. The soft sound of hooves against the ground, the occasional whinny, and the quiet murmur of the stablehands filled the space as you walked past the stalls. You heard a soft shuffle behind you but were too focused on the sight in front of you now.

Rosie stood in her stall at the end of the stable, her chestnut coat glowing in the sunlight drifting in through the windows high above. The familiar sight of her made your heart skip. Her dark eyes flicked toward you, and everything else fell away at that moment. The world slowed, and it was just you and her.

"Hey, girl," you murmured, stepping closer, your hand instinctively reaching out toward her. "I'm home."

Rosie's ears flicked forward, her soft muzzle nuzzling gently against your hand as if greeting you. The warmth of her breath brushed against your palm, and a smile spread across your face as a wave of comfort washed over you. Her nostrils flared as she leaned into your hand. She let out a soft, low nicker, her breath warm against your cheek, and it felt like a welcome home—a greeting only a horse could give, full of trust and familiarity. You couldn't help but chuckle, reaching up to gently scratch her neck.

From the side, Gojo's voice cut through the peacefulness of the stable. "I'm gonna go get Rain ready. I'll meet you out front."

You glanced over and saw Rosie's tack neatly laid out on a nearby bench, and your heart swelled with gratitude. You stepped into the stall, moving toward Rosie's side, and wrapped your arms around her neck in a soft hug. Rosie shifted her weight, lowering her head gently and bumping your back with her chin, as though returning your hug in her own way.

You chuckled, pressing your cheek to her soft neck. "You always were the affectionate one," you said, voice low with affection.

Stepping back, you left her stall momentarily, your eyes still on her as you reached the bench. You picked up the saddle pad first. You ran your fingers over the soft wool before carrying it into the stall, placing it carefully on Rosie's back. You moved with practiced ease as you continued to get her "dressed," as your dad so fondly put it. However, the excitement still lingered in the pit of your stomach, the anticipation of getting back in the saddle and feeling the familiar rhythm of the ride.

You paused momentarily, your fingers lingering on the leather of her saddle. Typically, you would've taken Rosie to the tack room to get everything on, but this was a new stable, and you weren't entirely sure where it was.

Once you had finished tacking Rosie up, you led her out of the stall and toward the front of the barn. Gojo was already there, standing next to a large, beautiful dark bay mare that you assumed must be Raincheck. The mare's coat gleamed in the sunlight, and her mane swayed in the gentle breeze.

As you drew closer to Rosie, she suddenly whinnied, the familiar sound filling the air. Rosie gently bumped her nose against Raincheck's, a soft, affectionate greeting between the two mares. Rain responded with a huff and a nudge, her dark eyes bright and curious. Gojo chuckled at the sight, his voice full of amusement when he turned to face you.

"So, where do you think we should ride?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You paused, scanning the horizon for a moment. "I was thinking we could go towards the creek that runs through the west side of the property. There should be a nice patch of wildflowers there right now."

Gojo's gaze flicked toward the direction you indicated. "Never been out that way," he said, his tone thoughtful.

You smiled to yourself, unable to help but feel a quiet thrill at how well you knew the land, how much it had become a part of you over the years. With one last glance at Rosie, you quickly hoisted yourself into the saddle. You took a second to relish in the familiar weight of the reins in your hands and the leather of the saddle beneath you, savoring the feeling of being back in the saddle after so long. The rhythm of your heart seemed to align with the quiet pulse of the horse beneath you, and the memories of all those years spent riding flooded back to you.

Gojo whistled in approval, breaking the quiet moment. "I've never seen anyone get up in the saddle that smoothly. Not even Nobara," he said, his voice full of admiration.

You shot him a teasing glance. "I've had a lifetime of practice," you replied with a playful smirk, knowing exactly how true that statement was.

With that, you clicked your tongue and gave Rosie a gentle nudge, urging her forward. Gojo followed close behind on Rain, and the two of you set off, heading toward the dirt road leading out to the property's western side. The horses' hooves kicked up small clouds of dust as you rode side by side, the quiet of the morning broken only by the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees and the steady clip-clop of hooves on the well-worn path.

The two of you rode in comfortable silence for a while. The morning sun bathed the rolling landscape in a warm golden light, casting long shadows that stretched across the plains. Rosie's steady gait beneath you was comforting, and you found yourself lost in the peace of it all.

After a while, you decided to break the silence. You glanced over at Gojo, riding alongside you, his tall frame relaxed in the saddle. 

"So, you obviously know where I'm from," you started, "But where are you from?"

Gojo glanced over at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Japan," he answered, his voice casual.

You blinked in surprise. "Wait—what?" You hadn't expected that answer and turned your head to look at him, half-expecting him to be joking. But his expression didn't change, and you were left a little stunned.

Before you could ask more, he continued, "My family immigrated to America when I was about seven. We moved to California."

You took a moment to process that, and before you could even gather your thoughts to ask more, Gojo kept going. "When I was growing up, I started watching a lot of old Western movies. You know, the classic kind. Cowboys and horses and all that. I guess something about it just clicked with me, and I decided I wanted to be a cowboy."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "A cowboy?" you repeated, imagining a young Gojo watching westerns. It didn't add up, but you were intrigued.

"Yeah," he laughed lightly. "I know, right? But as I got older, I started helping out after school at some ranches just outside the town I was living in. I mostly did odd jobs at first—feeding horses and mucking stalls. But the more I worked with the animals, the more I loved it. It felt like something I was meant to do."

You smiled, picturing Gojo working alongside horses in a dusty barn, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. "That's pretty cool," you said, "But how did you end up here, in Kansas?"

Gojo's smile widened a little, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Well, I met Geto in high school. He's also from Japan, the same area I'm from—Tokyo. We clicked immediately, both being immigrants, and we became fast friends. He'd always talk about wanting to go to college in the States despite his parents wanting him to study abroad, and I guess I just followed him. Geto's family had first moved to Kansas City because that's where his grandparents lived. So, we both decided to head there for college."

You listened closely, hanging on his every word, fascinated by how their paths crossed. "I didn't know you two were that close. What did you study in college?"

"Nothing too glamorous," Gojo said with a shrug. "I went for business. I thought knowing how to run things someday might be a good idea. But after we graduated, Geto and I stayed in the Kansas City area for a few years. He got into some corporate job, and I was still working on ranches here and there. It wasn't glamorous, but I was happy."

You nodded, absorbing everything he was saying, and then your curiosity got the best of you. "So, what brought you to White Stag Acres?"

Gojo's eyes lit up as if he was recalling the moment it all clicked for him. "Well, one day, I watched this horse show where Dez was performing. He was incredible, and I was so intrigued by everything. So, I looked up White Stag Acres, saw they were hiring, and… the rest is history, I guess."

You grinned at the way he told the story. He was not quite shy but still had an evident fondness for the events that led him here. "Well," you chuckled. "You definitely fit in."

Gojo chuckled, the sound light and filled with his usual playful energy, and just like that, the weight of the conversation had lightened once again. He flashed you a grin, and there was a glint of pride in his eyes like he was more than a little pleased with himself for finding his place in all of this. "I guess I do," he said, his voice easy, almost casual. "But, honestly, I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like the new guy here."

He turned his gaze to the vast expanse of land stretching before you, his eyes taking in the endless horizon where the earth seemed to blend with the sky in a perfect, untouched line. His posture relaxed, and for a moment, you could sense a quiet contemplation in him, as if he was still trying to settle into this life in the middle of nowhere despite everything he had already accomplished here.

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. The sensation of never entirely fitting in was something you were all too familiar with. It was the reason you had left for Chicago in the first place—fleeing to the city in search of something that would give you a sense of belonging. You had hoped that the hustle and bustle of urban life would somehow offer the clarity you needed, a place where you wouldn't feel like an outsider. But now, as you rode beside Gojo, you realized that feeling never truly left, no matter how far you ran or how much time passed. You glanced at him, seeing the same flicker of uncertainty in his expression that you had once felt so strongly within yourself.

"You ever get used to it?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it. Your voice was quieter now, a hint of curiosity lacing your words.

Gojo glanced at you, and for a brief moment, there was a depth in his eyes—something that seemed to hold more weight than the playful exterior he often wore. He looked forward again, his hands steady on the reins as he considered your question. "I think you just... adjust. You find little things that make you feel at home, even if it's not the same as where you started. It's a slow process, but eventually, it feels like it's yours. But I'm still getting there, you know?"

You hummed in agreement, your thoughts swirling in the stillness of the vast, open plains around you. There was something comforting about the fact that for all his confidence and bravado, Gojo was still in the process of figuring it all out, just like you were.

The quiet settled between the two of you once again. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting long shadows as the two of you continued down the winding path. It was a comfortable silence, and neither of you needed words as you let the peaceful surroundings speak for themselves.

Gojo's presence beside you seemed to anchor you in the moment. You lost track of time, simply enjoying the feel of the saddle beneath you, the steady rhythm of Rosie's gait, and the breeze whispering between the grass. The world felt broad and free, untethered by the complications of everyday life.

It was Gojo who broke the silence first. He pulled Rain to a stop, his horse's hooves crunching slightly on the road. You slowed Rosie down in response, pulling her to a halt, looking at him and wondering what had caught his attention. He reached out, nudging your leg with the back of his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gestured toward the road ahead.

You frowned in confusion, following his gaze. At first, you didn't see anything—just the long stretch of dirt road ahead, the endless prairie on either side. But then, your eyes caught a flash of movement, and there, just off to the side of the road, you saw them: two small red fox cubs, their fur bright against the green backdrop of the tall grasses. They were playing together, rolling and tumbling, their little paws kicking up tufts of dust and grass as they frolicked in the day's warmth.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, their playful antics reminding you of the innocence of youth, untamed and free. You watched for a moment longer, mesmerized by their energy before the sound of Rain huffing broke your reverie. The horse pawed at the ground, the noise catching the attention of the cubs. The two foxes froze instantly, their ears pricking up at the sound. They glanced over, eyes wide, before scrambling away from the road. Their tiny legs moved with surprising speed as they darted into the tall grass, their soft, fluffy tails the last thing you saw before they vanished into the thick grasses.

Gojo chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, his gaze following the foxes' retreating forms. "Well, that was a sight," he said with a smile, his tone light but filled with the moment's wonder. "They're quick little things, huh?"

You nodded, still watching the spot where the cubs had disappeared. "I've never seen them so close before. They were so—" you paused, searching for the right word, "so small. And fast."

"Yeah," Gojo agreed, his voice filled with amusement. He gave Rain a gentle nudge with his heels, urging the horse forward. "Nature's a funny thing. Sometimes, it gives you these little moments that make you stop and appreciate everything around you."

You gave a soft hum of agreement. The sound of hooves on dirt resumed as you gently nudged Rosie forward, guiding her away from the main road. Your gaze swept over the prairie, and you spotted a small, hidden trail off to the side, barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. With a light tug on the reins, you steered Rosie toward it.

Gojo followed close behind, Rain's hooves crunching on the dirt as the two of you descended a small hill, entering the thick, swaying grasses of the prairie. The trail wound its way through the landscape, curving with the natural dips and rises of the land, and for a while, neither of you spoke. It was as though the world had faded away, leaving only the sound of hooves and the soft whisper of wind through the grass.

The sun hung high in the sky now, its warmth pressing against your skin, and you figured it must be getting close to noon. The heat of the day was starting to make your skin feel hot under your shirt, and you were thankful that you had thought to apply sunscreen before leaving. The sun was relentless out here, but it only added to the vastness of the open prairie, amplifying the feeling of freedom as you moved further into the wild expanse. 

As you rode on, the trail continued to wind between patches of tall grass and scattered clusters of wildflowers, the colors vibrant against the golden landscape. The occasional bird would take flight from the tall grasses as you passed, adding brief flashes of movement to the otherwise still scene. Gojo stayed close behind. You glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing his eyes scanning the landscape as if taking it all in. 

After a while, you slowed Rosie to a stop, taking in the surrounding view. You glanced at Gojo again, noticing a slight glint in his eyes as he looked around. "Never been out this way before," he said, his voice thoughtful. "It's different from the rest of the land around here. Feels… quieter. Peaceful."

You nodded in agreement, the words escaping your lips almost before you could think of them. "Yeah, it's like it holds its own kind of secret. A place where everything slows down, just for a moment."

Gojo gave a slight, appreciative nod, his gaze lingering on the horizon. The warmth of the sun was starting to make your skin feel heavy. Sweat had already begun to bead on your forehead, and you reached up to wipe it away with the back of your hand.

You smirked to yourself, an idea forming in your mind. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you broke the comfortable silence. "You know, it's kinda hot out here," you said, smiling at him.

Gojo raised an eyebrow at you, clearly intrigued, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "What're you thinking, cowgirl?" he teased, his voice light and humorous.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help grinning even brighter, your heart picking up speed. "The creek isn't too far away," you began, nodding toward the distant hill. "Once we round that hill up there," you gestured, "there'll be a big patch of trees surrounding it. Wanna race? The breeze should help us cool off a little."

He shook his head, clearly amused by your challenge. He glanced quickly toward the hill you pointed out and then looked back at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Race, huh? You sure you're up for it?" His tone was teasing, but there was an edge of competitive fire, a spark you hadn't quite expected.

You met his gaze confidently, narrowing your eyes. "I'm pretty sure I'll beat you to that creek, but if you need a head start, I'll give you a minute."

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "You're on, sweets," he said, voice laced with amusement.

Without another word, Gojo nudged Rain forward, his horse responding with an eager trot, the rhythmic sound of hooves stirring the dust beneath them. Gojo set his posture, his body language clearly preparing for the race ahead. You mirrored his movement, urging Rosie forward with a gentle squeeze of your legs, feeling the muscles beneath her coat ripple with anticipation.

The shift in the air was immediate, the heat from the sun not a concern now as the ground beneath Rosie's hooves seemed to open up before you. The steady beat of her hooves gradually grew quicker, matching Rain's, and the sound of galloping hooves filled the air, a thunderous backdrop to the exhilarating rush of freedom. The breeze surged past you, catching your hair and sending it flying behind you in wild streams, whipping across your face and neck. Your pulse quickened, and a laugh bubbled in your chest as the wind tore past you. You couldn't help it. With a holler of pure excitement, you threw your head back, the joy of the speed and the rush of the ride overtaking you completely.

The dust kicked up from the ground, swirling behind you as you raced towards the hill, the path ahead widening, stretching into the horizon. The earth felt firm and steady beneath Rosie's hooves, and you relished the familiar, comforting sensation of riding full-out across open land. The wind swept through your clothes, brushing against your skin like a cool touch amidst the heat that had been hanging heavy only moments before.

Gojo was beside you, tall and confident, perched easily in the saddle as Rain matched Rosie's speed effortlessly. You pushed your mare harder, leaning forward as Rosie's muscles rippled with every powerful stride. The breeze was picking up, offering a brief respite from the sun's heat, but it also stirred the competition in you. You were determined to keep the lead.

Ahead, the landscape unfolded as the hill loomed closer. In the distance, you could make out the dark green of the trees, a forest cutting through the sea of golden grass like an oasis. The creek snaked through the small woodland, the glint of water shimmering beneath the trees. You could practically taste the coolness in the air, and the thought of it urged you to push Rosie harder, coaxing more speed from her as you leaned into the rhythm of the gallop.

Gojo, though, wasn't far behind. The thunder of Rain's hooves was close now, and you could feel the challenge in the air as he began to close the gap. You grinned, the excitement building with every breath, every stride. Rain's speed and strength were impressive, but Rosie wasn't about to let up, either.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and the world around you narrowed to the rhythm of hooves and the distant trees. Adrenaline surged through your veins, and for a brief, beautiful moment, it felt like the whole world was at your fingertips. You were flying.

The trees grew closer, the creek just beyond them, and you urged Rosie forward with everything you had left. Gojo was right behind you, but the finish line was near. The exhilaration of the ride surged within you, and with a final burst of speed, you grinned as the trees welcomed you, the creek waiting just beyond them. This was what you'd missed—this feeling of pure freedom. 

You couldn't help the wide grin that spread across your face as you slowed Rosie to a stop once you crossed the treeline, and you glanced over at Gojo, still buzzing from the exhilaration of the race. Your chest was still racing, and the thrill of the victory pulsed through you, sharp and electric. You were about to tease him, but then your eyes caught Gojo's expression—his lips parted slightly, and a small, surprised smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The soft pink tint on his cheekbones didn't escape your notice. It was almost too cute to ignore, but you decided to keep it to yourself, letting the victory linger in the air.

Gojo chuckled, though it wasn't his usual confident laugh. "Good job, cowgirl." There was a slight shift in his posture as if he was trying to hide something. He quickly looked away, his gaze dropping to the trees ahead. He nudged Rain further into the treeline, his movements a little too deliberate, almost as if he was trying to act like nothing had changed. You stifled a laugh, caught off guard by the slight embarrassment coloring his usual calm demeanor.

The trees opened up as you both rode closer and soon, the sound of flowing water reached your ears. The creek appeared, winding lazily through the land, the water cool and clear, catching the sunlight and reflecting it in glimmering patterns across the rocks. You breathed in the scent of the water and the earth, and a sense of contentment settled over you.

You dismounted, the heat of the ride lingering in your muscles. Your legs felt a little wobbly, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, but it didn't take away from the satisfaction of the race. You led Rosie closer to the creek, tying her reins to a nearby tree but giving her plenty of leeway to drink from the water. Gojo followed suit, giving Rain a quick scratch behind her ears as he did so.

The two horses seemed content to relax, the water refreshing them after the gallop. You turned your attention back to the creek, stepping closer to its edge. The breeze, cooler here near the water, lifted your hair, and the faint rustling of the leaves above felt like a soft melody. You knelt down, bringing yourself closer to the water, and peered at the smooth rocks below. The current was steady, swirling gently around the stones, the water so clear you could see small fish darting between the shadows of the rocks.

You reached out a hand, your fingers hovering above the water's surface. The current tugged gently at your fingertips, inviting you to dip your hand in and cool off. For a moment, you watched how the water flowed, hypnotized by its steady rhythm.

"Pretty peaceful, huh?" Gojo's voice cut through the quiet, his footsteps softer now that he had approached. You glanced at him for the first time since dismounting, his figure outlined against the dappled sunlight, standing a few feet away.

You smiled to yourself, still feeling the calm of the creek wash over you. "Yeah, it's perfect," you said quietly, your gaze returning to the water. You let your fingers graze the surface, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat baking your skin earlier. You breathed in deeply, feeling the tension from the ride and the rush of excitement slowly fade.

Gojo leaned in slightly, watching you with that familiar spark in his eyes. However, there was something different about it now. "Think you'll ever get tired of this place?" he asked, his tone playful but with an underlying curiosity.

You chuckled softly, still distracted by the tranquil scene before you. "I don't know," you mused. "I've been coming to this creek since I found it in high school, but it always feels like there's something new to discover."

Gojo nodded thoughtfully, kneeling beside you, the faint rustle of his jeans the only other sound between you. "Guess you're lucky then," he smirked, "finding a place that always feels new."

You glanced up at him, the warmth of his voice surprising you. "Yeah, I suppose I am." You paused, thinking for a moment before speaking again, the words almost coming instinctively. "Maybe one day, I'll show you all my favorite spots. We can race again, if you wanna."

Gojo's grin widened. "I'm up for the challenge," he said, a wink accompanying the words. "But next time, I'm definitely winning."

You laughed softly, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. The quiet that settled between you two was different now—more comfortable, a kind of understanding passing without the need for words.

As you sat back on your heels, you glanced at Gojo again, the way his expression had softened, catching your attention. The usual cocky grin and playful gleam in his eyes were replaced with a quieter, more thoughtful look. It was almost like he had forgotten about the bravado, letting the peacefulness of the creek and the moment settle over him. The sight tugged at something in you, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You pushed yourself up, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. With a little grunt of determination, you kicked off your boots, letting them land beside the creek. Then, you rolled up your jeans as far as they would go, your legs feeling free as the fabric bunched just below your knees. You shot a quick glance at Gojo, who was still standing in the same spot, watching you with a bemused expression.

"What?" you asked with a smirk, catching his eye.

Gojo raised an eyebrow in question, clearly intrigued but not entirely sure of your plan. "You gonna do something crazy again?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you stepped into the water, feeling the coolness creep up your legs as you waded deeper. It was refreshing against your heated skin, the current gentle but steady. The water barely reached your mid-calf, perfect for cooling off without fully immersing yourself. You glanced back at Gojo, the playful smile still on your lips. "C'mon, let's cool off," you called over your shoulder, your voice light and carefree.

Gojo laughed, shaking his head as if he knew what was coming. "You just can't sit still, can you?" he said, but you could tell he had already decided to join in. He removed his boots, rolling up his jeans like you did, and followed you into the water.

As he stepped into the creek, you giggled and splashed a small amount of water in his direction, watching his reaction with amusement. The water hit his chest and face, and you could see him freeze for a moment before his lips curled into a dangerous smile.

"Oh, it's on now," he muttered, and before you could react, he kicked water back at you, sending a splash that soaked you from the waist down. The cold water hit you unexpectedly, and you spluttered, swatting at the air, but your grin widened.

"You're gonna regret that," you warned playfully, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you charged toward him.

The two of you were soon caught up in a flurry of splashing and laughter. You darted through the creek, your feet finding purchase on the slippery rocks beneath while the water cascaded around you in all directions. The sound of your giggles mixed with the slosh of water as you raced back and forth, sending waves toward each other in playful retaliation.

Gojo was faster than you expected, the way he effortlessly dodged and retaliated, keeping you on your toes. Whenever you thought you'd outwitted him, he was there, grinning like he was waiting for the next round. You dodged one of his splashes but slipped on a rock and lost your footing, sending a massive wave of water crashing over your head as you fell. You laughed loudly, the water dripping from your hair when you sat back up, and you were still smiling as you wiped your face.

"I'm totally gonna win this time," you teased, gathering your balance to stand back up and splash him again.

"Ha! We'll see about that," Gojo challenged, eyes lighting up with the same playful fire. He started running, dodging the water you splashed at him with an agility that surprised you. You were laughing so hard it was hard to focus on your next move, but you charged after him anyway.

The creek was a blur of cool water, splashes, and happy shouts, each of you trying to outdo the other with bigger splashes. The world felt distant, as if the only thing that mattered was the current of the creek, the cool air, and Gojo.

You managed to send a large splash his way, watching with a triumphant smile as the water splashed over him. Gojo paused for a moment, eyes widening in mock disbelief before his lips curled into a grin, a maniacal laugh escaping him. "Sweets, you're gonna regret that," he teased, his voice deep and playful, sending a shiver down your spine.

You squealed, suddenly feeling a shift in the air, and your heart raced as Gojo charged at you with surprising speed. You tried to dodge, but it was too late—his strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet. "No, wait! Gojo, no!" you protested between giggles, but it was all in vain as he twisted, and in a split second, you were falling backward into the creek with a loud splash.

You landed on top of him, the cool water splashing around you both, your body pressing against his as the two of you sank into the creek. The water swirled around you, the chilly embrace of it mingling with the warmth radiating from his body beneath you. You could feel his chest rise and fall under you, his breath shallow from the sudden tumble.

For a long moment, you stayed there, on top of him, the two of you caught in the peaceful silence of the creek. The water lapped gently around you, and you felt your heart beating in your chest, both from the thrill of the splash fight and how close you were to him.

His hands were still on your waist, but they were gentle now as if he was holding you not just to keep you in place but as if he was memorizing the feel of you. His fingers brushed against your sides, sending goosebumps rippling over your skin.

Gojo tilted his head, the wet strands of his hair falling in messy strands around his face, and brushed a stray strand of your hair away from your forehead. His touch was light, and you felt a flutter in your chest at the sudden tenderness in his eyes. "You good?" he asked softly, his voice quieter now, as if the playful energy between you had shifted into something more serious.

You puffed your cheeks in mock defiance, knowing full well you'd been bested. "Okay, fine," you sighed playfully, trying to ignore how your heart skipped a beat from the moment's seriousness. "You win this time."

He chuckled, his hands still resting on your waist, his touch warm and reassuring. "I told you not to mess with me," he said, his voice teasing, but there was a softness to it now that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered at this moment.

You shook your head, your smile still wide despite the emotions swirling within you. "You always have to win, don't you?" you teased, but there was no bite to your words, only the lingering warmth of being close to him in the cool creek.

Gojo's lips curled up again, and his gaze softened as he stared up at you, his body still beneath yours. "Not always," he murmured, and for a moment, you both just lingered there, not speaking, taking in the moment.

The air felt different now; thicker, more charged. The playful energy was still present, but something else was underneath it. You weren't sure what it was, but you couldn't deny the way your pulse quickened as you lay there, still on top of him.

The cool water flowing around you, the closeness of his touch, and the way your breath mingled with his created a cocoon where everything outside of this moment disappeared. You stayed there for a little longer, just breathing, your heart beating a little faster, the stillness of the creek somehow amplifying everything you felt.

Only when the sound of Rosie snorting broke the silence did you realize how long you'd been lying there, lost in each other's presence. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, your hands bracing against his muscular chest, and you looked down at him.

"Alright, alright," you said, the teasing tone returning, "but I'm not going easy next time."

Gojo chuckled, watching you stand before doing so himself. "Oh, I'm counting on it, sweets."

x x x x

A little while later, you both had settled on the creek bed, the warm sunlight casting its golden glow over you. The water around you had cooled down, and the gentle current rippled lazily through the creek. You lay back on the soft bed of dirt and sand, your body drying in the sunlight as the warmth from the day seeped into your skin. Your eyes were closed, the quiet sinking into your bones. The murmur of the creek, the rustle of the leaves in the trees, and the occasional soft whinny of the horses filled the air. Rosie and Rain had found a small patch of grass, grazing contentedly, and the world was still. 

But then you felt it. The weight of Gojo's gaze was unmistakable. You didn't need to open your eyes to know he was looking at you, studying you in that quiet way he seemed to do when he was thinking deeply, trying to figure something out. You had a sense of what was coming. Sure enough, his voice cut through the quiet, his tone casual but with a touch of curiosity that was hard to miss.

"So, what else did you do to pass the time out here?" he asked, his voice low and inviting like he was fishing for something deeper.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, taking a slow breath before finally opening them and turning your head toward him. He had shifted, now lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand, his posture relaxed but still giving off that characteristic chaotic energy that you were starting to notice more and more. His blue eyes were focused on you with curiosity, as if waiting for you to answer. His hair, still slightly damp from the creek, fell in soft waves, some strands catching the light as it flicked playfully across his face in the breeze. You swallowed, the faintest flutter of nerves settling in your stomach, but you pushed it away.

You thought for a moment, the memory washing over you like the gentle current in the creek. "Sometimes I would sneak out of the house and go for a drive," you said, your voice soft but steady. "Nothing really beats the clear night sky." You paused, turning your head to stare up at the canopy above you, remembering the feeling of those late-night drives. The cool air rushing through the windows, the quiet hum of the engine. It was one of your favorite ways to clear your mind, second only to going on rides with Rosie. "It was always so peaceful. Going for a long drive to nowhere, nothing but the sky and the stars and the moon as my companions."

You let the words hang in the air for a moment. Something was soothing about the memory of those solitary drives, the stillness wrapping around you as you drove aimlessly through the night. The world felt smaller at night, like it was just you and the vast expanse of the night sky, stretching on forever.

Gojo was quiet for a few beats, his gaze never leaving you as he processed your words. His expression softened slightly, the teasing grin he usually wore replaced by something a little more thoughtful. You could tell that your answer had caught him off guard somehow. He seemed to be weighing your words, and the pause stretched slightly longer than usual.

"That sounds... nice," he said, his voice quieter now. He shifted slightly, propping himself up further on his elbow, his gaze still fixed on you. "I've always liked the quiet, too, but..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering toward the trees, then back to you. I'm not really great at being alone with my thoughts.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yeah? I'd never have guessed." Your voice had a hint of teasing, but it was still light and gentle, like you were trying to keep the conversation from becoming too serious.

Gojo chuckled softly. "I'm always surrounded by people," he said, his smile small but genuine. "It's not like I'm complaining; it's just... different, you know?" He paused, his gaze drifting back toward the horses, expression thoughtful. "Can't really hear your own thoughts when you're surrounded by people, so when you finally get a bit of quiet… It can be overwhelming.

You nodded, understanding the need to fill the silence with action, to keep yourself busy so you didn't have to confront whatever thoughts were swirling beneath the surface. You'd always found peace in the quiet, in the stillness of the world, when it felt like time had slowed down.

"Yeah, I get that," you said softly.

There was a brief silence between you two. You could feel the connection between you both growing in that silence, the way you had been circling each other, testing the waters, trying to figure out what it was. You shifted slightly, your body settling comfortably into the creek bed, letting the sunlight warm your skin. You could feel Gojo's gaze linger on you, but you didn't shy away from it this time. There was no need to.

After a moment, Gojo sighed and sat up, his legs crossing beneath him. "I think I get why you like it out here," he said with a faint smile, his eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings—the creek, the trees, the horses grazing nearby. "It's peaceful. A good place to think."

You also sat up, stretching your legs out in front of you. "It's the kind of peace that doesn't need explaining. You just feel it, you know?"

Gojo nodded slowly, his lips curling into a thoughtful smile, but he didn't respond.

You both sat there awhile, watching the horses graze and the water drift lazily. The silence was comfortable, not awkward, just two people sitting side by side in the sun's warmth, allowing the world to keep turning around them. Every now and then, your eyes would meet, but neither of you said anything more, content to be in each other's company for the moment.

Eventually, Gojo broke the stillness with a sigh, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He glanced at the horses grazing nearby, then looked down at his watch.

"We should probably get to heading back now," he said, a hint of reluctance in his tone. "Already missed lunch. Don't wanna miss dinner."

You couldn't help but laugh, a teasing smile curling on your lips as you turned toward him. "Always thinking about food, huh?" you remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I swear, you never want to miss a meal."

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with the familiar mischievous gleam. He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms out as if preparing to make his following statement with all the drama in the world. "Oh, it's not just about the food," he said with a wink, his voice light and playful. "I don't want to miss your mom's cooking!"

The words hit you with such a perfect blend of sincerity and humor that you couldn't help but laugh. Gojo chuckled, too, standing up and offering you a hand. You took it without hesitation, letting him help pull you to your feet.

Gojo shot you a playful look as he pulled you upright. "Come on, let's get back before your mom calls me out for being late again. I'm not trying to be her next target."

"Well," you teased as you adjusted the sleeves of your shirt and brushed dirt and sand off your jeans, "you're the one who insisted on tackling me into the water."

He rolled his eyes with a grin. "Fair enough," he muttered, then gave you a mock pout. "But I'm still gonna blame you if we're late."

With a final laugh, you both turned your attention toward the horses, content and unaware of the drama unfolding around them. You walked over to Rosie and gently untied her reins, and Gojo did the same with Rain. The horses flicked their ears at the sound of your footsteps but otherwise paid you no mind as you mounted up, settling into the familiar rhythm of riding.

Gojo was already in the saddle, adjusting his reins. You followed suit, pulling yourself onto Rosie's back and taking a moment to ensure your balance before looking at Gojo.

"Ready?" you asked, a smile tugging at your lips.

He gave you an exaggerated look of concentration, pretending to think it over. "Oh, I'm always ready."

You nudged Rosie forward with a nod, and Gojo followed suit with Rain. The two horses moved side by side, and the soft clopping of hooves on the dirt path was the only sound as you started your journey back toward the house.

The ride back was leisurely, the afternoon sun now lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. The cool breeze that had picked up during your time by the creek now felt perfect against your skin, and the light chatter between you and Gojo kept the atmosphere easy.

As you neared the house, you glanced over at Gojo, catching him looking at you with that same glint in his eye.

"You sure you don't want to race back to the house?" you asked, your lips curling into a teasing smirk as you glanced over at Gojo.

He returned your smile with one of his own, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Let's do it," he replied.

Without another word, you both spurred your horses into motion. The sound of hooves hitting the dirt was almost drowned out by the rush of wind as Rosie and Rain galloped forward.

The path ahead became nothing but a blur of dirt and green as the two of you raced, the air rushing past your ears, the thundering of hooves like a steady drumbeat in the background. Gojo's laugh rang out, full of life, and you echoed it with your own laugh. Every stretch of the path was an opportunity to close the gap between you, the wind biting at your skin, but his laughter was always just ahead, egging you on.

The race wasn't about who would win anymore. It was about the thrill, the exhilaration of being caught up in the moment, the rush of freedom. Of feeling like, for once in your life, you belonged somewhere.

You only wished the ride could last forever.

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So cute!! 🥰🤭❤️

nerdtoru never thought there would come a day where he’d stoop low enough to download tinder. but for you, he’s ready to do anything┊f! reader, she/her used

it’s one of those lectures again, where satoru is barely paying attention.

he isn’t listening to a single thing the professor is saying. actually, ‘not listening’ is barely the right word for it. satoru can’t hear anything, except for his own heartbeat that rings loudly in his ears. he’s long forgotten to take notes, his palms sweaty, cheeks flushed — nothing like his usual unbothered demeanor.

reason? you. you are sitting next to him.

you attend classes together, true. but it’s not every day that he gets to be this close to you.

his eyes can’t help but flicker to the seat next to him. yes, he’s nervous. but more than nervous, he is curious. you’re typing something on your phone, eyes glued to the screen. and that’s when he sees it.

a notification.

from tinder.

for a moment, satoru forgets to breathe. maybe even how to breathe, while internally panicking that his first and biggest crush is out there in the dating scene and he wasn’t even aware of it.

tinder? did she…? is she on it? wait, no. but what if… what if she’s… dating someone? no. no, no, no.

he can’t let this happen.

his eyes dart around the room, making sure no one else is paying attention to him as he subtly pulls out his own phone. he opens the app store, his fingers shaking slightly as he searches for tinder. a bead of sweat forms on his forehead. what the hell. what am i even doing?

his phone shows a notification — tinder downloaded successfully.

he stares at it for a second, blinking.

alright, you got this. just gotta swipe? right?

he thinks to himself, though he’s not sure if it’s more for reassurance or confusion. this is definitely not a situation he’s been prepared for.

the process is simple — create a profile, fill in the basics, add a few pictures. he definitely picks the most flattering one — a close-up of his face with that charming smile and captivatingly bright eyes. a little over the top? maybe, but that’s gojo satoru for you.

he stares at his profile for a moment, unsure if he should add anything else. his fingers hover over the bio section. should he go with something funny? smart? cocky?

finally, he types — not your average university student. your tutor’s tutor. don’t swipe right if you hate digimon.

he hits save.

after a few more minutes of unnecessary tweaking, he finally swipes. it’s time.

his thumb hovers over the screen. in search of you, he swipes left a few times, discarding those that aren’t you. but soon enough, you show up…

swipe right.

the match notification hits almost instantly — it’s a match!

satoru freezes, staring at his screen in disbelief. he blinks a few times, then looks over at you, still obliviously engrossed in your own phone.

that was… way too easy?

his heart beats louder than he’d like to admit. maybe it was a fluke. a mistake? should he message you now? what is he supposed to say? what if it’s awkward? what if—

his phone buzzes again.

it’s a message, from you.

hey you look familiar…

he jolts, his gaze quickly shifts to you only to see you already staring at him. a playful grin on your lips as you start typing again.

next time you can just say hi and maybe invite me for coffee

satoru brushes a hand over his face and breathlessly chuckles before replying to your message.

how about we make next time today, after class?

you glance at him, the corners of your lips curling into a teasing smile as you lean slightly closer, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “how about we ditch the lecture now?”

caught off guard, his eyes widen with a rare flash of surprise. his heart thumps faster now as the distance between you shrinks, your shoulders brushing ever so slightly.

bold choice, he thinks to himself, skipping class for coffee.

but for you, he’d do that too.