#you can tell if there's something wrong if he starts using other phrases. even if they have the same meaning

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 5

cws: multiple whumpers mentioned (only one doing actual whumping here), winged whumpee, electrocution by shock collar, royal whumper, mentions of restricting food, accidental self-harm, let me know if I missed anything!

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“Honestly, I feel like just letting you skip dinner would be a better fitting punishment.” I did my best to keep my wings from shaking while Prince Ryan tightened the collar by one notch. “You were late giving her food, so your food is restricted. Natural consequences and all that. But you know how she is about corporal punishment. And since she’s the one you messed up in front of, she gets to decide.”

He fiddled with the remote, presumably changing the settings so that it would hurt more. I would not shake. I needed to be able to stay composed.

“You’re getting three shocks. One for each minute you were late. Does that seem fair?”

“I will accept whatever punishment you see as fit, Your Highness.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know you will.”

The first shock wasn’t bad. I arched my back and gasped a little, but it was almost the same as the shocks that woke me up every morning.

The second shock would be worse. That was how it worked—the shock was a bit stronger every time. The worst part wasn’t the actual shock, though. No, the worst part was waiting for the next one and not being sure when it would come. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t stare at the remote, waiting for the shock to hit. I took a slow breath, and-

Fuck.

A strangled noise escaped my throat, and I bit down on my fist to keep any more sound from getting out. I bit until I tasted blood, trying not to sway, before I finally dropped my hand back to my side. “Sorry, I- My apologies. Your Highness.”

“You’re good. You can make noise if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Mm. You wanna sit down for the third one? Your legs already look pretty shaky, and the last one is always the worst."

Had they always been this bad? Before I’d been properly trained, I’d had to sit through ten, getting worse at every level, and here I was with shaky legs at the second level.

“I need an answer, Onyx. It’s not like I electrocuted you enough to kill your vocal chords.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll- yeah, I’ll sit down. Thank you for offering.”

Her Majesty liked it when I was graceful. Prince Ryan wasn’t as particular, which was good, because I wasn’t sure how much gracefulness I had left in me as I collapsed to my knees. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, and I took a slow breath. Crying wouldn’t help me right now. Crying would probably make everything worse, because I’d already been told not to. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-

Fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurts fuck.

It took a moment for my eyes to focus on Prince Ryan’s face in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d kept my eyes closed or if the shock had been bad enough to mess with my eyesight, but it didn’t really matter.

“Breathe,” Prince Ryan told me, pulling the collar off. “You’ve done this before. You’re okay.” I nodded, trying to stay focused, and he tilted my chin up, making sure there wasn’t any damage that would last. “You did such a good job.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” My voice was slightly raspy. Had I screamed during the last shock? I didn’t remember screaming, but that didn’t mean much.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve had this particular punishment, hasn’t it?” Prince Ryan wondered, but he didn’t look like he really wanted a response. “A year at least. I suppose whatever tolerance you’d had for the higher levels has left.” His fingers ghosted over where I’d bit into my hand, but didn’t quite make contact. “I’m not going to clean that. It’s small. It’ll be fine as long as you don’t pick at the scab, but please don’t do that again.”

“Do what, Your Highness?”

“Bite yourself. You didn’t mean to, did you?”

“No, Your Highness. My apologies.”

“You’re fine for today, but I can’t have you hurting yourself while I’m trying to punish you for specific things, alright? It’ll mess with your conditioning. If you get back into that habit I'm going to start muzzling you for punishments again. No one wants that.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” I did not want that. I would take whatever the royal family gave me during punishments, of course, because good servants did not have wants, but the texture of the bit in the muzzle always made me feel weird.

“Good. Okay. Tell me what you did wrong.”

“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been late taking Her Majesty's breakfast to her. It won’t happen again. Thank you for punishing me so that I remember not to repeat my mistakes.”

“Good boy,” he murmured, running fingers through my hair, and I let myself lean into his touch. That was always the phrase that meant we were done. I had done well enough. I wouldn’t be punished any more.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Do you need a second? You’ve got about twelve minutes until Jayden needs your help serving dinner, and as long as you’re there on time, I don’t care if you take a break for now.”

“I, um.” I blinked hard. “Servants exist to please the crown, Your Highness. I don’t need-”

“I’m offering a break to you, Onyx. If you’d rather make sure dinner is all prepared, you can do that, but I won’t object if you’d like a few minutes to recover. We’re going to be… leaving for a bit tonight, and I don’t want you all pitiful and anxious like you were earlier. Okay?”

Prince Cardan was the only one who ever tried to trick me into things, but this felt like a trap. Prince Ryan looked serious, and like he wasn’t making fun of me, and wouldn’t it be rude to refuse a gift offered to me? “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Make sure to turn the light off when you leave the room.”

I didn’t cry when he left, because I was down to probably eleven minutes and that almost certainly wasn’t enough time to cry. It’d have to be enough time to pull myself together, though. If I could do it in the three minutes I had before the punishment, I could do it in the eleven minutes after.

Breathe in, breathe out. I could do this, I knew how. Crying served no purpose and I didn’t need to do it.

Nine minutes left, I estimated.

Nine would have to do.

~

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[zorobff]

how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)

synopsis: joining luffy’s crew made you believe that you’d finally escaped your former pirate crew and nightmare of a captain for good. that is, until a certain butler starts looking a little too familiar. good thing zoro’s keeping a close eye on you.

warnings: opla spoilers (ep 3), some direct dialogue from opla, mentions of verbal/physical abuse, kuro is just a weirdo tbh, reader is called a bitch, protective zoro, for the sake of the story sham and buchie joined the black cat pirates after reader left

word count: 4.7k

“this guy is full of shit.”

you knock your shoulder into zoro’s wider one. “be nice. and so what if he is?” 

zoro gives you a pointed glare. “then we should turn around and look for someone who can actually help us find a ship.” 

“all business, as per usual,” you reply, with a purposefully dramatic sigh. “why can’t you have a little fun?” 

“what about this is supposed to be fun?” zoro spits out the word like it’s poisonous. “this is the blandest village i’ve ever seen.”

you scoff. “now you’re the one that’s full of shit. nothing’s ever bland with us and you know it.” 

the us in question was your newly formed pirate crew… if you and luffy could even be considered that. having left the ship you’d been on a few years ago, you were in search of a new crew. luffy was persistent and charming — when you’d crossed paths in shells town, it took little to no time for him to convince you to join his hunt for the one piece. zoro and nami, on the other hand, had yet to follow in your footsteps. 

“well, considering that we’ve only been traveling together for a day and a half and i’ve already escaped a marine base, defeated a marine captain, and fought a clown with devil fruit powers… i’d actually have to agree.” 

you can’t help but giggle at his sarcastic delivery. “be grateful, zoro. not many pirate crews are this fun to be on, trust me. oh wait, that’s right, you still haven’t officially joined—”

“tell me about your old pirate crew,” interjects zoro, your comment having piqued his interest. 

you notice that the playful atmosphere dissipates. “god, where do i even start?” 

zoro answers that for you. “why did you leave?”

“starting with the hard hitting questions, huh?” you joke, mostly to stall. you clear your throat before you answer. “well, it was different. nothing like what luffy has going on. he actually cares about his crew… and even those who aren’t technically on it.” 

at that, a smile tugs at the corner of zoro’s lips. even you crack a small grin. although as you continue speaking, it fades. 

“on my old crew, we were dispensable. anytime something went wrong, our own captain would threaten to kill us. it was… scary, to be completely honest. there were so many times when i thought i’d die with that filthy crew. and i never wanted that. so as soon as we docked at shells town, i left.”  

zoro’s jaw clenches as imagines the things you’d seen and been subjected to. “this old captain of yours sounds like a real—”

“he was a nightmare,” you tell him. “he didn’t care that i was the only woman on board, he treated me just as horribly, if not worse.” 

zoro stops so suddenly that it takes you a second to realize he’s not walking alongside you.

“what do you mean by that.” the way zoro phrases the inquiry doesn’t even make it sound like a question. more like a demand. his narrowed eyes are fixed solely on you. holding his gaze feels… intense. 

you can’t help but glance away as you answer him. “he was just a bit of a creep.”

before zoro has the chance to try and extract more information out of you, a familiar voice calls both your names. you’re not really sure when you and zoro had fallen behind but from where you currently stand, the rest of your group looks miniature. or perhaps it’s just the massive size of the mansion behind them that makes luffy, nami, and usopp look pocket-sized in comparison. 

“why’d you stop walking?!” your captain shouts, hands pressed on each side of his mouth to amplify his voice. “get over here, we’re about to go in through the top secret entrance!” 

you vaguely make out usopp gesturing for luffy to keep his voice down. you’re sure that would warrant another comment from zoro about his reliability but he’s too busy staring at you with that expectant look in his eyes. 

“we better catch up,” you tell him, heading in the direction of the deluxe home. 

he allows you to dodge the subject and sighs, walking in long strides to catch up to you.  

“i’ve never seen a house this big before,” luffy admits, admiring the mansion along with the wellkept greenery surrounding it. 

“awesome, right?” usopp gloats, walking around like he owned the place. “kaya’s given me an open invitation to drop by anytime i want.” 

“wow.” you’re not sure if luffy was just going along with usopp’s act or if he really believed him. knowing the devil fruit user, it was more than likely the latter. “all this for just one person?”

“well, she lives here with her butler and a few other staff,” usopp replies, leaning against the stone well that sat in the middle of the lawn.

“money really shows you who people truly are,” nami mutters, eyes scanning the property. “most people only care about themselves and what’s theirs.”

zoro is quick to throw the insult back at her. “sounds like someone i know.”

you roll your eyes at his comment, though you make no effort to disagree with him. nami was a little on the materialistic side. 

“and a small staff makes for easy pickings,” she continues, proving your point.

“we just got here and you’re already planning on robbing the place blind?” you ask though you already know the answer.

“at least a little blurry,” she smirks, following behind luffy and usopp who walk toward the entrance. 

you and zoro share a look. one that says disappointed but not surprised. 

going under a shrub shaped as an arch, you’re met with a beautiful pond. you admire the pink lilies that float at the top and the bushes that were intricately trimmed into the shape of various animals. even if the people that lived here were filthy rich, at least they had good decorative taste. 

“so if you have an invitation, why are we going around the back way?” luffy ponders.

usopp’s answer is nonchalant. “oh, i never use the front entrance. like i said, this is the vip entrance reserved for special guests.”

zoro scoffs. “this guy’s definitely–”

“don’t start,” you groan, cutting him off. 

abruptly, usopp freezes and spins around, attempting to usher your crew back. “you know what, there’s actually a more exclusive entrance this way–”

the sharp swoosh of a knife cutting through the air and burying itself in the ground between usopp’s feet cuts him off. from the direction the kitchen utensil was thrown stands a heavyset gentleman with his face wrinkled in anger. his demanding voice booms through the garden, “the hell are you doing here, usopp?” 

the dark-skinned boy fumbles over his word. “buchi, buddy, uh, kaya’s expecting me.”

“another one of your lies,” the man – seemingly named buchi – seethes, grabbing him by the collar. “you ain’t welcome here and you know it.”

“i know nothing of the sort,” usopp retorts, keeping his cool even when he was practically being lifted off the ground by his shirt. “i’m here to give kaya an extra special gift.”

before buchi can get another word out, a feminine voice calls out for your companion. coming down the steps is a frail looking girl in a pink dress. on her arm is a man dressed in a crisp suit, presumably the butler usopp had mentioned earlier. though, from where you stand you can’t see either of their faces too clearly. 

“what a wonderful surprise,” she exclaims, breathlessly. 

“kaya!” usopp exclaims, returning her enthusiasm. buchi has no choice but to let him go, begrudgingly. usopp makes sure to shoot him a smug look before walking towards the young girl. “happy birthday.” 

the butler clears his throat, not afraid to intrude on their special moment. “usopp, we’ve discussed this before. you mustn’t show up unannounced.” 

“nonsense, klahadore.” kaya smiles warmly. “have you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures.” 

“i’ll do you one better,” usopp smirks with such confidence that even you’re left wondering what kind of surprise he has up his sleeve. “i brought some of my crew!” he gestures back towards the four of you, proudly. 

your excitement vanishes. “oh. the surprise is… us.”

“well, that’s boring,” luffy agrees, just as disappointed as you are. 

kaya, on the other hand, is none the wiser. “it’s so nice to meet you. you must all stay for dinner.” 

klahadore lowers his voice. “miss kaya, it is a bit last minute. i’m afraid the kitchen hasn’t prepared for any extra guests.”

“please,” begs kaya, softly. “it’s my birthday. can’t be too much trouble can it?” 

giving in, klahadore purses his lips. “anything for you, miss kaya.” 

luffy claps his hands together. “alright! when do we eat?” 

“you don’t. not dressed like that, at least.” the butler directs himself to a staff member with teal colored hair. “sham, kindly show usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner.”

she follows his orders and leads the way. luffy, usopp, nami, and zoro trail behind her and you go to do the same. however, all it takes is a quick glance to stop you dead in your tracks. usually, you weren’t one to stare but klahadore’s face. that stare. so dark and depraved. 

“yes, miss?” he asks, holding your gaze. “can i help you?” 

“n-no, i…” your throat goes dry as you attempt to recover smoothly. “i just wanted to, um, thank you for being so hospitable.” 

his lips curve upwards into a sinister grin. “the pleasure’s all mine.” as if to confirm your worst fear, klahadore uses his palm to readjust his glasses. his beady eyes gauge your reaction closely.

the familiar gesture sends chills down your spine. appearance-wise, he had changed drastically but his aura was still just as menacing as you remember it. he was still the corrupt pirate captain you used to serve under. you feel like a weak and helpless subordinate all over again.

“klahadore!” giggles kaya. “you’re smiling! that’s certainly a rarity.”

he hums. “i’ve simply come to the realization that having guests once in a while can truly be a delight.”

his sickeningly sweet tone makes your stomach turn. just the fact that you were standing in front of him – captain kuro – again after all these years was nauseating in itself. last you’d heard he had died at the hands of captain morgan. how was this even possible? then again, he wasn’t dubbed kuro of a hundred plans for no reason. he always had a trick or two up his sleeve. you assumed this was no different. 

“hey, you comin’?”

you turn around to see zoro waiting for you. he meets your gaze for a moment. the softness of his eyes is a stark contrast to kuro’s. it’s a breath of fresh air. he then shifts his attention to your former captain and you swear his eyes darken. 

“yeah, sorry,” you mumble, trying not to look shaken as you walk up the steps. 

zoro follows behind you, this time closer than before.

“why would anybody even need this many clothes?”

“it’s not about need with these people, luffy. it’s about want,” nami spits, thumbing through the various fabrics on the wall. 

“at least she’s rich and nice,” luffy replies, innocently.

nami rolls her eyes. “yeah, letting us stay for dinner must be her idea of charity work.” 

“what are we even supposed to wear?” luffy continues, uninterested in nami’s criticism of the rich. 

“anything you want. when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?” 

you step out from behind the changing board where you’d swapped out your old tee and cargo skirt for an elegant satin dress. it was a stunning shade of olive green and frilly lace decorated the edges. not to mention, it hugged your curves in all the right ways.

nami’s eyes widen. “see, she’s got the right idea. you look amazing.” 

you smile, bashfully. “honestly, i feel amazing.”

“you look the same to me,” your captain shrugs.

nami shoots him a death glare but you intervene before she can scold him.

“way to keep me humble, luffy.”

“no problem!” 

at that exact moment, a freshly showered zoro arrives donning a silk robe. he eyes the multitude of garments that cover every inch of the room, not particularly impressed. 

“there you are. don’t you think she looks nice?” nami asks him, gesturing towards you. she doesn’t notice how you shrink under zoro’s gaze. neither does he, as his eyes take their time raking over you, from top to bottom.

he hums. “suits you.” with that, he sets off towards a chair in the corner of the room.  

“seriously?” sighs nami, exasperated. “are you two physically unable to give compliments or something?” 

“hey, doesn’t that butler seem familiar to you guys?” zoro asks, promptly ignoring nami’s complaint. 

his question causes your breath to hitch. you’d pushed the kuro problem to the back of your mind while you were in search of a suitable dinner outfit. you figured that as long as your crew was by your side, he wouldn’t dare try anything. and even if he did… well, you’d seen what had happened to axe-hand morgan and buggy. 

“yeah, i think he was at the last dinner party i attended,” nami replies sarcastically, taking a handful of dresses behind the changing board. 

as he takes a seat, zoro grumbles, “i swear i’ve seen him before.” 

“where?” you can’t help but ask, fiddling with the lace on the neckline of your dress. 

“so far, i’ve got two suspicions. a wanted poster or funky bar on mirrorball island. you ever been?”

you know zoro’s teasing you, judging by the grin on his face. after all, funky bar was known to get insanely rowdy; never would he imagine finding someone as gentle as you there. but what he didn’t know is that it happened to be one of kuro’s favorite bars. per his request, you and the rest of the black cat pirates frequented it often, so he was more than likely right about having seen kuro there. he’d probably even seen you in passing, once or twice. thankfully, he doesn’t seem to have any recollection of that.

the thought of zoro knowing about your past forms a knot in the pit of your stomach. would he think less of you for having joined such a ruthless crew at one point in your life? what if it put a strain on the friendship you’d worked so hard to form? 

“i’ve, uh, heard of it,” you decide to reply, pushing down your worries for the time being. 

he tilts his head slightly, thinking out loud. “then again, i have seen a lot of wanted posters and bars in my time as a pirate hunter.”

you feel a grin creep onto your face. “probably more bars than posters, huh?”

zoro mirrors your smile. “shut up.”

by the time dinner rolls around, the entire crew is doing what they do best. 

luffy is stuffing his face, nami is attempting to swindle one of the staff, zoro is hanging by the drinks, and you’re hanging by zoro. 

“hey zoro, you gotta try this!” luffy calls through a mouthful of food.

“i’ve got all i need right here,” he mutters, taking a swig out of his champagne flute. 

“you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you choke down something that isn’t alcohol,” you comment, watching the way he downs the glass in one go. 

dryly, he replies, “that’s because i haven’t.”

“very on brand.”

“ladies and gentlemen,” calls out that voice from the top of the stairs. “may i present… miss kaya.”

arm in arm, kuro and kaya walk down the steps, all eyes on the birthday girl and her stunning gown. well, except you. your eyes never leave the so-called butler by her side. your jaw clenches when he has the audacity to meet your gaze and hold it. shameless bastard. 

once they reach the bottom, merry leads kaya to the guests while kuro takes his post at the bottom of the stairs… right next to the drink table. before you can think about steering yourself and zoro away, kuro speaks.

“forgive me if i am speaking out of line, madam, but i must inform you. you look positively radiant,” he purrs, soaking in your appearance. he looks ready to pounce.

you can’t stop your eyes from rolling. good to know he’s the same pervert he used to be.

looking between you both and sensing your discomfort, zoro steps in. “and you look familiar.” 

kuro’s head stiffly turns to face him, eyes peeling away from you. “highly doubtful, sir.” 

“funky bar? mirror ball island?” 

“funky bar?” kuro repeats, disgusted. “well, i can assure you i’ve never patronized that type of establishment.” 

while it was amusing to see your highly esteemed former captain lie through his teeth, the tension between him and zoro was unbearable. 

“well then.” zoro continues with his little interrogation. “ever been on a wanted poster?”

you cringe at his bluntness. sometimes it seemed like he had less of a filter than luffy.

kuro puts on a scandalized face at the question. “sir! such an accusation is highly offensive.” tugging on his collar, he goes to remove himself from zoro’s probing. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to help prepare the dinner table.” 

he leaves, en route to the dining room. zoro’s eyes follow his figure until he disappears, squinting as he racks his brain for any further recollection of this suspicious butler. 

you sigh. if zoro was going to continue being so relentless, you were sure the night would end in bloodshed and uncovered secrets. 

“keep this coming,” zoro demands, handing the empty wine bottle to sham. she takes it with a glare. 

“would it kill you to say please?” you ask, slicing the slab of fish on your plate into smaller pieces.

“the service here is shitty. why should i have to be polite?” 

you scowl. “remind me to never have dinner with you again.”

zoro turns to you with that cocky grin of his. “what if i asked nicely?” 

his quip makes your heart flutter but you manage to keep your composure. “you can try your luck.” 

before he can respond, usopp speaks up. “luffy, isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to kaya about?” 

luffy gesticulates enthusiastically with his fork. “oh, yes! usopp told me that you own the whole shipyard.” 

“well, actually, my parents founded the shipyard and merry’s been running the business since they… passed. but all that’s about to change. tonight, at midnight, i will become the sole owner.” she smiles somberly. 

“well, that’s great,” luffy says, raising his drink at her. “because we want to buy a ship from you.” 

“ah, i see. usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.” 

“nope, not sailors. we’re pirates!”

you’re certain at least three people at the table choke on their food, yourself included. 

“this ought to be good,” zoro mumbles behind his glass.

you’re too busy coughing into your napkin to chastise him for finding this entertaining.

“pirates?” kaya repeats, unsure of how to react. 

“yup! we haven’t sailed together for very long but we’ve already defeated an evil clown, raided a marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe! for a hand!” luffy holds up a fist, presumably to impersonate axe-hand morgan.

“sounds a lot like your adventures, usopp,” kaya says, turning to the brunette.

all he can do is laugh dryly. “yeah, that’s… that’s crazy.” 

“and we’re just getting started!” luffy continues, climbing up onto the table.

“someone put me out of my misery,” you mumble, looking down at your plate to ignore the secondhand embarrassment.

a tap on your shoulder answers your plea.

turning around, you find yourself face to face with kuro once again. “madam, a word please?”

“might i ask what for?” zoro cuts in before you can so much as think of a response.

kuro offers him the most forced grin you’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing. “i’m afraid that is between the lady and i.”

the swordsman turns to you, scanning your face for any ounce of discomfort. “you okay with that?”

you inhale, figuring it was finally time for you to confront the darkest part of your past. it was silly to assume you would be able to ignore him throughout your entire stay here. besides, you were sure zoro, just like the rest of your crew, would be on standby if kuro got brave enough to try anything. “sure. just… keep an eye out.”

zoro understands completely. truthfully, you didn’t even need to ask – he always looked after you. “got it.”

you push yourself out of your seat and smooth out your dress. you allow kuro to lead you to the doorway – he was smart enough to know that was the farthest you’d let him take you. 

“what do you want, klahadore?” you seethe, folding your arms.

he arches a brow. “why must you call me that? it’s ridiculous.” 

you tilt your head with faux innocence. “oh? is that not your name? must have misheard.”

he gives you an irritated look, dark eyes drilling into you.

“i remember that look,” you mutter, your memory serving you well. “it’s the same one you’d give me before you’d threaten to slice me to bits with your claws.”

kuro has the audacity to chuckle dryly. “but i never did, did i? although there were certainly times times where i should’ve.”

“what you should be is dead,” you hiss bitterly. “when i heard the news, i knew it was too good to be true.”

“you wound me, kitten,” he drawls, reaching up to fix his glasses. 

the condescending nickname makes your skin crawl. it carried so many awful memories of your time spent with the black cat pirates. it reminded you of just how weak kuro viewed you — nothing but a helpless, pitiful kitten in his eyes. typical of the man that abused his authority and treated you with not a single ounce of respect. 

he continues, putting on a sweet tone. “after all these years, stuck waiting hand and foot on that spoiled brat, there’s nothing i’d love more than to hear my favorite crew mate say my real name.”

you snap at him. “i’m no crew mate of yours.”

he sighs, dramatically. “sadly, you’re correct. after all, you did slip off the ship the moment we docked in shells town. locating you on an island crawling with marines proved to be nearly impossible. we had no choice but to leave without you.”

“that’s exactly why i chose to escape there.” 

“and to this day i can’t for the life of me figure out why you would ever do that. why would you want to leave us? leave me?”

you actually laugh right in his face. “is it really that hard to figure out? you were evil. you threatened and harassed me on a daily basis.”

“so your solution was to join that ragtag crew?” he glances at the table. “it’s pathetic, even for you.”

you lean into his face, lowering your voice down. “i’m happier than i ever was on your shitty crew. every day i wake up grateful that i managed to escape you.”

you see that vein on his forehead bulge before he’s gripping you by the chin. “listen here, you little bitch–”

the shiny silver of a sword slides between you and kuro, coming to rest against his neck. his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps anxiously, releasing you. thanks to zoro’s sword, it seemed as if he finally remembered where he was. you were no longer on his ship, he was no longer allowed to treat you like the dirt he walked on. not without someone noticing, that is. 

“why don’t you step away?” zoro offers simply.

that much was a kindness. usually those who found themselves on the end of zoro’s blade(s) weren’t lucky enough to receive a warning. however, the swordsman didn’t wish to cause a scene. at least not when you were right there and everyone was watching with shock from the dinner table.

kuro obliges, stumbling back. he meets kaya’s horrified eyes, feeling ashamed that he allowed his act to slip. surely this would cause some setbacks in his plan. with no excuse for his uncharacteristic behavior, the raven haired man scurries away and up the stairs.

zoro turns and locks eyes with luffy, giving him one singular nod. luffy returns it, jumping out of his seat and going after the butler. quiet murmuring breaks out at the dinner table, everyone surely confused. 

sheathing his sword, zoro directs his attention to you once more. “are you alright?” a calloused hand comes up to grip your chin, much like kuro had. however, this time, the touch is gentle. loving, almost. you welcome it.

“yeah, i’m… fine.” your heart is beating out of your chest and it has everything to do with your close proximity to zoro.

he tilts your face around, inspecting every inch of it. once he finishes, he pulls back. his demeanor goes serious once more. “we need to have a talk.”

you nod. “i know. i’ve been keeping some things from you guys and–”

“just tell me what’s been going on,” he demands. “and don’t overcomplicate it. you can be straightforward with me.”

his sincerity makes you start over, this time far more candidly. “klahadore used to be a pirate. i was part of his crew. he was my… captain.”

the shame in your voice pulls at zoro’s heartstrings. didn’t you know there was no reason to feel guilty with him? “is that it?” 

you open your mouth to speak but come up empty. all you can do is furrow your eyebrows at his unexpectedly dismissive reaction.

“i knew it,” zoro continues, annoyed. “i knew i’d seen him on a wanted poster before. just didn’t have any proof.”

“wait, so you don’t– you really don’t care?” you ask, still avoiding eye contact. “me being a former black cat pirate doesn’t bother you?”

he shrugs. “you said it yourself. ‘former.’ all that matters is that you got the hell out of there. and away from that creep. would he always put his hands on you like that?”

you blink a couple times, sighing. “his temper was really bad so–”

that seemed to be enough for zoro. “i’ll kill the bastard,” he hisses. “wanted to slice him to bits the moment i saw him grab you.” 

though it’s a violent threat, you can’t help but smile. the idea of zoro being so protective that he’d kill a man just for touching you made you blush. pirate love language, you suppose.

“well, i wouldn’t have stopped you,” you tell him, more than ready to see your former captain go.

zoro clicks his tongue. “nah. could’ve stained your new dress with his blood. i never would have been able to forgive myself.”

“so you do have a soft spot,” you tease.

“only for pretty things.”

“do you mean me or the dress?” 

now it’s zoro’s turn to become bashful. though, his lack of response is an answer in itself. you can’t help but giggle. 

a loud bang from upstairs interrupts your moment with the green-haired man. you assume luffy had gotten his hands on kuro… or vice versa. zoro must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he instinctively rests a hand on the handle of his blade.

“you should go up there,” you tell him. “i’ll stay with kaya.”  

he gives you a nod, though he doesn’t make any effort to leave. he stands there like he wants to say something… or do something. before you can think about it too much, you pull him in by the collar and crash your lips onto his. they’re slightly chapped and taste like the wine that’d come from the cellar – it’s pleasant. his large palms come to rest on your lower back; his hold feels tight and secure. 

when you finally allow yourself to pull away, you’re biting back a smile. “kick his ass for me.” 

“will i get more of that if i do?” asks zoro, wetting his lips. they now taste like the cherry lip gloss you’d borrowed from kaya. he takes a step forward, attempting to close the gap between you two once more.

you shrug, pushing him away by the chest. “go help luffy and we’ll see.”

you both know that means yes.

[moonstruckme]

hello mae! I had a request I’d like to give you. I was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where reader has never slept beside anybody before bc intimacy isn’t something she’s used to therefore she’s not used to being that close to anybody. everytime she shifts she’s afraid to wake up the boys, or she just doesn’t know what to do.

I know you have “first night with marauders” so if this is too similar I totally get it. 🖤

Hello sweetheart, thank you for your request!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 990 words

You’re terrible at this. 

Each of the boys is sound asleep. Sirius has his leg hooked over yours and one of his arms tossed over James’ chest, Remus’ hand has to be halfway numb underneath your pillow, and James is snoring softly on the far side of the bed from you. They’re all so obviously comfortable, practiced in resting like this, whereas you started to get stiff a half hour ago and you’ve been unable to make yourself relax since. 

Every movement takes a year, you’re trying so hard not to wake them. You feel like the girl in a movie who’s trying to sneak out of the bed of a one-night stand, all taut muscles and bated breath, except you only want to roll over. Slow, microscopic movements have to be the key. 

Your back crackles softly when you shift your weight onto your other hip, and a sigh escapes you before you can stop it. 

A low, croaky hum comes from just in front of your face. Your brain is a tempest of expletives. 

“Hey.” You can nearly feel the gravel of Remus’ voice buzzing against your lips. “You’re up.” 

Muddled with sleep, you can’t tell if his tone is reprimanding or simply observational. “Sorry,” you whisper regardless. 

“Wha’ for?” Movement under the pillow beneath your head, and then a long-fingered hand is nestling beneath your cheek. His scars and calluses slide familiarly over your skin. “Can’t sleep?”

Nope, and now it’s two of you. Guilt grows vines around your ribcage. Remus sounds more awake by the second. 

“I’ll be okay.” You press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, hoping to mollify him. “Go back to sleep.” 

Your boyfriend makes a half-aware disgruntled sound. “No, not without you.” 

As exhausted as you are, you have to bite down on a smile. When he’s uninhibited like this, Remus really is quite the flirt, all his dorky, sweet thoughts coming out before he can remember to stop them. He’s nearly as bad as James. 

You think he must see a hint of your smile in the dark, because Remus’ own lips tilt upwards. He leans closer to kiss the cool skin of your cheek, the only cold part of you thanks to a heavy duvet and the body heat of three lovely boyfriends. A kiss for a kiss. 

He leaves his lips there as he murmurs, “What’s wrong, dove?” 

Well, funny he should ask. What’s wrong now is the slight tickle of his stubble against your cheek, the hoarse quality to his voice in your ear. His breath warms your cold skin, and he slides a hand across the space between you to rest on your hip, layered in between the sheets and your pajama bottoms. 

But you know that’s not what he’s asking. 

“I can’t get very comfortable,” you confess, speaking so softly he wouldn’t be able to make it out if his ear weren’t two inches from your lips, “and I didn’t want to wake anyone up.” 

Remus hums, as though this is a prognosis he’d already reached and was merely waiting for you to confirm. You can hear Sirius’ voice as clearly as if he were awake: know it all. 

“They can sleep through anything,” he says. “One time the fire alarm went off, and James didn’t even stir. Don’t worry about them.” You must be emanating guilt, because he strokes his thumb over your hip pacifyingly. “And I don’t mind being woken up. I’m in and out of sleep all night anyway, it’s not hard for me to get back. You’re not used to sleeping with so many people, yeah?” 

Your face warms at his phrasing, though of course you know what he means. “Or with anyone,” you murmur. 

“Mm. I think I know what you need.” 

You don’t realize Remus’ plan until he’s already sat up. He reaches over you, rubbing James’ shoulder gently while you protest vehemently through whispers. 

James wakes with a yawn, taking Remus’ hand automatically and bringing it close to his face. “Wha’s’it?”

“Take her,” Remus requests drowsily. With his other hand, he nudges you forward. 

James starts to blink his eyes open, and you see no way out. You start climbing over Sirius as delicately as you can. “Sorry,” you whisper, to him, to them, to the room in general. 

Remus helps you out by tugging Sirius into your place. The other boy whines but settles quickly, rolling over to sling his leg over Remus’ instead. 

James welcomes you as heartily as his sleep-addled state will allow, adjusting the covers over you and smudging a few toothpaste-scented kisses onto your face. 

“Y’can’t sleep?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “Sorry.” 

He makes a soft dismissive sound. “C’mere, angel.” 

You refrain from telling him that you’re already here as his arms find their way around you, soft and firm in all the right places and deliciously warm. He starts to make slow, sweeping circles onto your back with his hand. 

“Jamie,” you murmur, grateful but embarrassed, “don’t stay up for me. Go to sleep.” 

“M’basically there,” he replies. “You first, yeah?” 

You can hear Remus’ breathing evening out behind you, syncing with Sirius’, and you’re suddenly sure that this is part of a routine he and the boys shared before you ever met them. That’s how he knew to hand you off to James, and how James knew exactly what to do. Something about that comforts you. And far be it for you to mess with tradition. 

You shuffle closer to James under the covers. He obliges you happily, adjusting his grip so he’s holding you more securely, with your leg resting against his and your forehead an inch from his nose. The shushing of his heavy palm on the material of your pajama top is the only sound in the world. 

You hear his breathing starting to deepen again, but James is right; you beat him there. 

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[munson-blurbs]

Best friend!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend gets a lot more than he bargained for when he walks in on you wearing only your Hellfire Club t-shirt.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), dry humping, thigh riding, cumming in pants

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Reader is described as wearing an oversized Hellfire t-shirt. This is her shirt, not Eddie's. There is no indication of her size whatsoever.

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Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out had a heart of glass

Your toothbrush is clenched in your hand, but instead of cleaning your teeth, it serves as a microphone while you dance around your bedroom. The stereo is playing loudly; you can’t even hear the creaking staircase floorboards over the music. 

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Mucho mistrust, love’s gone be—AAAAH!

Your palm flies to your chest when you see Eddie standing in your doorway, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

“And here I thought I was the rockstar in this friendship,” he smirks, arms folded across his chest. 

Your heart rate slowly returns back to a pace that won’t send you to an early grave. “Jesus, Eddie! What are you doing here?”

“Figured I’d stop by,” he replies nonchalantly. “Y’know, you probably shouldn’t leave your front door unlocked while your folks aren’t home. Anyone could walk in off the street.” He flops onto your bed with an exaggerated exhale, looking pointedly in your direction. “Nice pants, by the way.”

Nice pants? You’re ready to sleep; an oversized Hellfire tee serving as your pajamas. You’re not even wearing—oh. 

You tug at the hem, but even after years of wear, it doesn’t stretch below your thighs. Heat blooms in your face. “Yeah, well,” you sputter, “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Eddie pouts. “You mean you didn’t wear that ‘specially for little ol’ me?” He ducks as you hurl your toothbrush at his head. He opens his mouth to say something before quickly clamping it shut, but not before you notice. 

“What?”

“N-Nothing.”

You cross your arms, more firm this time. “What?!”

“When you, uh, threw the toothbrush…your shirt…” His face turns bright red as he scrambles to explain. “…it, uh, kinda rode up.” His Adam’s apple bobs nervously. 

“It’s just underwear. You’ve seen me in a swimsuit before.” You try to hide your own embarrassment, playing it off coolly, but all you can think about is the fact that Eddie Munson saw your panties. 

He nods, wiping his palms on his jeans. “Right, yeah. Totally the same thing.” He clears his throat. “Well, I should get going.” He pushes on his knees, starting to stand up, but abruptly stops. “Actually, um, maybe I’ll hang out here for a bit, if you wanna maybe put…put something else on.” Pink embarrassment blooms in his cheeks, spreading down his neck. 

“No, I’m going to bed, and you’re leaving. We can get breakfast tomorrow morning or something.” You sigh when he doesn’t move, making your way to where he’s sitting. “C’mon, time to—”

Eddie attempts to hunch himself over, but there’s no hiding the hardening bulge straining behind his zipper. 

It’s only natural, you tell yourself. He’s a twenty-year-old guy; he’ll get a boner if the wind blows the wrong way. It doesn’t mean he’s into you. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. This is super weird, and I shouldn’t have come in without knocking.” He buries his head in his hands. “Just…give me a sec, okay?”

“Okay.” Now’s your chance. If there’s any time to find out if he’s into you, it’s when he’s sporting a stiffie in your bedroom. “Or…I could help you with it?”

His head whips around so fast that his curls are a blur of brown. “Wh-What? Like, help me…?” He’s desperate for you to finish his sentence, not wanting to say something that makes the situation even more awkward. 

“I can help you get off. If you want. Or you can just use my bathroom and, I dunno, rub one out.” You cringe at the phrasing. “No pressure.”

“Um, yeah. No pressure.” His thumbs circle each other, an anxious habit he’s had for years. “So if you were gonna help me out, what would that look like?”

You shrug, a half-smile gracing your lips. “I guess I’d do this first.” You place one hand on each of his shoulders, straddling his waist with your bare thighs. “And then I’d kiss you?”

“Mhm, please.” Eddie grips your hips as you lean in, mouths finding one another in unhurried splendor. He tastes like stale Camels and spearmint gum, only breaking the connection to trail his lips down your neck. 

It’s your favorite spot to be kissed, and the way his teeth nip at your flesh, tongue gliding over the mark as though sealing it in, has you grinding down on him. 

“Christ, honey,” he breathes, “you look so goddamn perfect like this.” His fingertips dig into your asscheeks possessively before one hand snakes its way up your shirt. You expect him to lift it above your head to expose your breasts, but he doesn’t. 

“Y-You can take it off,” you stammer, feeling silly as you say it aloud. 

Eddie shakes his head in refusal. “Next time.” Next time. It’s a promise you hope he’ll keep. “I just love the way you look in this shirt.” And nothing but this shirt, he thinks to himself. 

The friction of your cotton panties on his denim pants is delectable, providing just enough pressure to your aching clit. You’re greedy in your movements but make sure to give him what he needs, too. Your pussy rubs against his clothed cock; Eddie uses the hand on your ass to help guide your hips. 

“Thassit, oh, fuck,” he grunts, teased with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Right there, baby. Ohmygod, I’m gonna cum in my fuckin’ pants.”

“S’okay,” you murmur into his ear, gently biting the lobe, “‘m close, too. So close, holy shit.”

Sweat beads along his upper lip, his groans more needy and guttural. “‘M coming, ‘m coming, ‘m coming.” He babbles pathetically as sticky, wet warmth floods his boxers. You follow his lead, finishing on his somehow still-hard cock. 

The immediate aftermath is filled with panting breaths and sporadic giggles as the pleasure high fades and reality sets in. 

“Did we just—” Eddie starts, eyes wide in disbelief. 

You laugh, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Mhm. We sure did.”

He rakes a hand through his curls, frizzy from perspiration and activity. “So, um, what do we do now?” There are many unspoken questions woven into it. What does this mean for our friendship? Do we even have a friendship anymore? Was it as good for you as it was for me?

“Well…” You sit up a bit straighter, toying with the chain of his guitar pick necklace. “We can throw your stuff in the wash, and maybe while we’re waiting, we can get started on that next time you’d mentioned earlier?”

Eddie grins, kissing you with a fervor like you’ve never seen. “What are we waiting for?” He tugs off his pants and boxers, unashamed of the way he’s painted them with cum. When he notices you staring, he winks. “‘S a lot, isn’t it? Imagine how much it’ll be when I’m actually inside you.”

It doesn’t take long for either of you to find out.  

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[housecow]

i have knee problems stemming from an injury when i was younger. if i step wrong and fall in a certain way, the pain is so bad i can’t walk. but sometimes i like to fantasize: what if something even worse happens and i can’t walk for weeks? what if i happen to be in regular close contact with my feeder?

it’d be hard being told i have rest and let myself heal. there are plans coming up that have to be cancelled, the few active hobbies i have left take a hit. but…it’s so easy to accept every snack brought to me. after all, i sought out a feeder—this lifestyle is the one i’ve eaten myself towards. and he knows i have an inclination towards eating too much. that first week goes easier than it should; weight starts to pile on. but i miss going out, even running errands sounds nice. in the few moments my hands are absent of food or a shake i am regularly in contact with my friends.

the next week i’m better but… i feel slow. my feeder has started to keep people away because i need to rest and he’s right, healing is taxing on the body. i start responding less to others, too. our funnel has gotten so much more use in the last few days. the sugar and constant snacks step up and i can tell there is an agenda behind it all but *god* it feels good to be doted on. he helps me through the necessary exercises but trips across the house are rare. i notice how difficult it is to lift myself up now—how sedentary have i been?

that question doesn’t cross my mind again, there are better things to focus on. my feeder knows how to use my adhd to his advantage—food, sex, TV, and games all provide the dopamine hit needed to keep me distracted. the 3rd week is similar enough to the 2nd: ritualistic feeding becomes the norm. we don’t need a valve to control the flow on the funnel anymore, he knows i can finish everything. my belly is swollen out into my lap all of the time now, if i hold my boobs aside i can see new stretch marks creeping across my expanding hips. i expect the snacks, “babe, can you grab me something from the fridge?” is a phrase heard several times in the day. and my feeder obliges.

the 4th week we have an appointment and im told i should walk and start being active again. the doctor looks nervous though and tells me i need to watch my weight, he says something like “its alarming how quickly this happened,” but i blocked it out because—i can’t even see how much i weigh? my belly blocks the view now. oh my god.

in the car afterwards my feeder expresses doubt at the situation: “you don’t look so steady on your feet, i think you should still take it easy.” his eyes meet mine and i don’t miss the brief glance away, desire obvious at the sight of my rounded figure that’s entirely his fault. i know what he wants and i can’t deny myself that want, either. and he knows better in these situations, i trust his judgement. maybe it is best to stay in. plans can be pushed further back… the walk back to the car was a little difficult, too.

the next weeks—or does it span months?—pass in a blur. staying in is all i want to do. although i’m supposedly healthy again, i rarely get up and walk around more than needed. “needed” means a slow, clumsy walk to the fridge and back to either the couch or the bed. when my feeder is not there to feed me himself he takes time to order food to the door. bending down to pick things up is a monumental effort for me—a heavy, wide belly pressing into my fattened thighs. my swollen tits obscure my vision but serve as an excellent table when i need.

my feeder comes home one day and im asleep, taking up more than my fair share of the couch. my breaths are not easy and its obvious how much i ate beforehand: mostly-empty 2 liters, takeout containers haphazardly stacked on top of one another as they were finished, countless snack packages balled up and stuck between the couch cushions because sometimes i like to squirrel stuff away. as if there was a chance of hiding these habits my feeder built.

but the best part of it all is the empty pitcher sat against the corner of the couch, because i couldn’t reach to the coffee table to properly set it down with so much fat making every movement difficult.

the remnants a weight gain shake. our usual ingredients of cake mix, melted ice cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, nutella, crushed oreos. it was hastily made, however, and it’s obvious by the chocolatey powder on the sides of the container that it was about the calories this time, not the taste. he can see where some escaped the pitcher and poured down my overly plump, round face and past the lovingly cultivated double chin. it dripped onto my breasts, lovely puddles of calories he wish made it inside of me even if the sight is wonderful. after that thought, an idea comes up. how deep are the rolls he’s gifted me? a cow this size needs to be used.

[liveontelevision]

Another Lucifer Rant | Lucifer x Reader

I'M BACK BABY

Give this man a dorky partner ffs.

Lucifer Rant (Pt. 1 kinda)

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT +18, Fluff, Some mentions of overstimulation

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Imagine Lucifer at his best. Sure, when you first get together, it's rocky. He needs someone to help him rediscover himself, and that takes a lot of time and energy from both of you. But after a few years, you start to see who he used to be; When he was an elder angel, daring to break the rules and pursue his dreams no matter what. It occasionally led to some destruction, but seeing him now able to recover from it so easily? It melts your heart. You were sure he wouldn't withstand the failure, but he can handle it. He can handle it because of you.

You praise him for branching out into other inventions and creations, but you'll always love his little ducks more than anything. That being said, you're not the only one seeing his creativity thrive. Hell managed to become a brighter place, with golden decorations and structures that were purely made for public enjoyment. Maybe Charlie's rubbing off on him, but he's finally taking charge of his realm and focusing on his subjects. Seeing Charlie at her best only fuels him more. She's living the life he wanted to when he was her age, and now, he had some catching up to do. He was determined.

PDAs:

With his confidence growing, he starts becoming more comfortable with PDAs. You never minded them, but it was nice to see him letting out his emotions in any way. He started off by holding your hand around others. Even though he would always become a blushing mess, even pulling away if he got too embarrassed by you smiling so geniunely at him, it was progress. It then became something he almost whined about when it wasn't happening. He wants you to hold his hand until it's uncomfortably sweaty and even after.

Lucifer would give small pecks to you as well, on your cheek when you walked in the room, your hair if you were sitting and he had access to the top of your head, and when he was in an especially good mood, a sweet peck on the lips before he'd leave.

Truly, the hardest part was saying I love you. In public and in private. What a strange phrase to get so flustered over when youve been with someone for years, and it did take years, but when he said it to you for the first time you damn near cried. After that, you would try to pepper it into conversations casually, in hopes his embarrassment or shame in the phrase would dissipate. Eventually, it did, and he grinned every time you'd say it, eager to return the phrase.

Now, you do your best to respect his boundaries, but one day it just slipped out of you, in front of a few residents and staff, one of them being Charlie. You didnt realize what you had done wrong, and honestly most of the others in the room didnt either, but once you saw Lucifer's overwhelmed expression it clicked that you may have messed up. You looked around to gauge the room and casually walked over to his shrinking form.

"I'm sorry, my love." You leaned in a bit to whisper to him," Do you need to step out? Should I say anything?" You did your best to stay calm, to be his anchor in this situation, but he cleared his throat and picked up his voice a little louder than your previously hushed tone. "L-Love you, too..! Sweetheart.." it was a small intimacy, but dear lord, were you proud of him. You could tell he struggled to do that, even if no one else paid attention to it. His eyes darted to Charlie, who was suddenly meeting his gaze from the other side of the room, and her eyes were absolutely wide and full to the brim with pride.

You had a few conversations with Charlie about everything. She didn't want too many details, just an update on how he's handling himself when she's not around. As he would get better with confiding his feelings to others, he would eventually talk to Charlie about issues and concerns, but for now, you were happy to relay the news to her.

He's her father, of course she wants nothing more than for him to be happy. It's not like she didn't see his struggle, so she couldn't help but feel pride for this little affection and any of his progress. She was quickly pulled away by Vaggie to avoid an outburst of happy tears in front of everyone, which Lucifer didn't mind. You gave him a quick peck on his forehead after looking around the room and took your seat next to him, continuing a conversation that you barely remember starting.

There were some situations where he would let you perform the PDAs. Sometimes, you would push his limits just to see how far he'd go. He wasn't super into movie nights, but Charlie really loved the idea of watching and discussing movies with wholesome values; an exercise to get people to know eachother amd have healthy debates on certain topics that definitely wouldn't turn into arguments. It happened about twice a month, good movies becoming harder to find in Hell.

You sat next to him close enough that your plush thigh was against his leg. He didn't seem to care too much, I mean, he loved it, but he didn't get too flustered. You would reach your arm around the back of the couch to simulate wrapping your arm around his shoulder, brushing your fingertips across the back of his shirt every now and then. The first time you did it, it took him by surprise, but after that, you could see the enjoyment of your touch.

You made sure to sit on the couch behind everyone else. Otherwise, he would feel the need to constantly look over his shoulders. You would try a few things, like placing your hand over his, then interlacing your fingers, then bringing it to your lips whenever the screen would go black and plunge the room in darkness. He seemed to handle it pretty well.

One night, you'd start off by leaning towards him and sitting on your legs, resting your head on his shoulder. He would respond by hesitantly placing his hand at your waist. You snuggled into him a bit more, making him redder in the face, but also giving him a subtle you're doing great.

If he did ever get too uncomfortable, he'd pull a blanket up and around both your shoulders, giving him a sense of security. On another night, you tried to pull him into you. It happened throughout the movie. You would pull him in by his waist, and he would scooch closer to you, then he would prop his arm up behind you and press his cheek against your shoulder. This was definitely a favorite position of his. Some tiring days, he would nod off. You made sure to wake him before anyone noticed.

Privacy:

After a while, he'd especially love touching you in private. When you would sit on his little couch and work on your own things in his office, he would take breaks and come over to lay his head in your lap. If he's lucky, you'd be reading or doing something where you only needed one hand, so your vacant fingers could be used to lightly comb through his hair.

He would take any chance to be above you, leaning down over the couch when you were sitting and giving you light kisses, or wrapping his arms around you while he stood on the elevated platform his workbench was set on.

With all the issues he had to overcome, you noticed he never really seemed too upset over his height. He was an angelic all-powerful beast, it's not like he was forced to look that way. I mean, you saw him shapeshift, he could easily add a few feet to his height. Actually, sometimes it seemed like he enjoyed the height difference. Whenever you would have to bend at the hips to give him a level kiss, he would make the goofiest grin. Or when you'd wear heels, he would constantly offer to fasten them on your feet and shower you with affection, then in public, he'd place his hand around your hips instead of linking your arms like usual.

Goofy Stuff:

His overly confident mask that he would use to intimidate others and laugh off serious situations was finally becoming more sincere. You loved seeing him that way, bringing smiles to everyone in the room when he spoke. When it was just the two of you, all his energy went into making you smile. And it always worked, he would make you giddy.

He loved to simply be around you. When you had to get ready for some kind of event, he would sit next to you at your vanity, simply watching you doll yourself up. He'd praise you, "you look so beautiful, darling~" then he'd tease you, "you know, i think that color would look much better on me." And you weren't one to back down, applying a thick layer of gloss to your lips and pulling him in to transfer as much as you could onto his lips. You pulled away, unphased, and went back to your makeup. "Hm! I agree! I'll let you wear it more often, then." He'd stammer out some sort of angry reply and cross his arms over his chest, having to admit defeat.

When you'd come home and would need to wash your face, you'd repeat your skin care routine on him. He didn't need it, but he loved to feel your hands touch and massage his face. In exchange, you'd force him to let you groom him (preening his wings, maybe cleaning up his eyesbrows, styling his hair in new ways, etc.) If you had the energy for it, that is. It was like clipping a cats nails. But the reaction and the outcome were so worth it.

You'd do his makeup on occasion, sometimes going far too dramatic for his taste just to watch him struggle to admit it wasn't his style without insulting you. You'd admit it was on purpose, and he'd tackle you playfully. Like before, you both ended up with the same lip color afterward.

You loved to get eachother flustered, sometimes youd pat him on the bottom when moving past him just to see him dramatically gasp." My love, we're in public! Right in front of Keekee??" He'd dramatically gesture to the cat who quite literally left the room while he was talking.

He'd blow into your ear when you were distracted, sending a chill down your spine. You'd knock your head into his on purpose, and he would swoon, crying out about being mistreated. Truly a theatric man.

Overall, he was finally bringing a geniune confidence to the table and you couldnt be prouder of him.

18+ Intimacy:

He was quick to discover he liked all the fluffy, cuddly stuff, but it took him years to rekindle any kind of sexual attraction to anyone. It was another big insecurity that he had, wondering if it was one of the reasons he drove Lillith off. It's not like he had anything to compare his work to, but he definitely didn't need to worry. Practice makes perfect. (And he was with Lillith for thousands of years.. so... plenty of time for practice.)

At first, you'd take the lead. You didn't mind. You loved taking care of him. After he'd suggest you two become more intimate, you'd still have to stop after some deep kisses and light grinding. Not that he would finish so soon, he just didn't have the stability to even imagine going through a night with your intimate gaze on him for so long. After a while, you'd start sitting on his lap, constantly reassuring him and giving him praises for doing so good. "If you need to stop, let me know, my love. Tap me -" you would lead his hand to the top of your thigh, " - if you can't find the words, okay?" He would let out a nervous chuckle, subconsiously giving your thigh a soft squeeze at the motion before nodding his head.

You had to talk him through everything, and dear lord, did he love hearing your voice. As ironic as it is, he would melt at any praise you gave him." You're doing so good, sweetheart," "You like that, love? You look so beautiful right now~", "Mmm, keep that up, you're doing so well." No matter how much you tried to keep your voice calm and sultry, he really enjoyed and almost preferred your hitched breath and sweet words directly by his ear. The phrase that got him going more than anything? "I love you, Lucifer." The combination of those words and hearing his name slip from your lips almost always made him whimper quietly.

When you first heard him whimpering, you would subtly check on him, making sure he was doing okay without embarrassing him and calling it out. Oh, he was doing okay. More than okay.

You would usually proposition him, but sometimes, he would blatantly ask you if you two could be intimate. It was always so cute when he did that. But one day, he asked shyly for you to sit, then he hesitantly sat on your lap. Your rosie cheeks grew even redder, and you placed your cool hands on your face to try and calm yourself. It took you a second to finally look up at him, his expression even more embarrassed than yours. You hated to admit that it made you feel better, but it really did. You took your hands and placed them on his cheeks, which were much hotter than yours. He rubbed his face into your palm, his hand holding your wrist to keep your touch close.

After a moment, he'd lean down to kiss you, it was just bliss. The rare view he had, looking down to meet your eyes, left him happy to give in to his more intimate desires. After being seated on your lap for so long, and finally adjusting to the unconscious grinding that would go on, he'd start to reach for the edge of his pants without much thought. Once he had pulled out his shaft, your eyes would quickly widen and break away from the kiss to assess the situation. Before you could, he lifted your head back to look into his eyes, suddenly glowing red. "P-Please, can I.. i don't know if im ready for, b-but- I need - " his eyes were a threatening color, but you noted that he was still struggling with this decision. He still needed some time before letting you touch him that way.

You pulled him in for another kiss, "I won't look or touch, okay? That's what you want?" You clarified, running your hands through his hair. He nodded shyly, his hand still holding onto himself. You smiled and reconnected your lips. "Okay, love. I don't mind at all - " you reassured him, taking his free hand and kissing his palm. Looking up at him through his fingers, you grinned into his hand, grazing your teeth down his wrist." I would be honored, actually." You say bravely, the situation giving your boldness a boost. He would let out a nervous laugh that seemed almost too loud, then follow it by sucking in his lips to not embarrass himself anymore than he already has.

Keeping up with his speed, you did only what he was comfortable with. Doing only what he wanted from you. It made you almost arrogant to feel him stroke himself and whimper into your lips, getting off just from your kisses alone. You would break away only to leave some soft kisses on his neck. You attempted to leave a hickey or two below his jawline, but he quickly tapped your thigh, wordlessly telling you that was too much. "Good boy~" you'd breathe against his neck, seeing his chest heave at the words. You moved down to his collarbone and chest, slowly beginning to suck in and bite his porcelain skin there. He let out a muffled agreement and nodded his head, more accepting of somewhere that would be easier to cover. You left almost too many bruises on him after that. To be fair, any blossoming mark was exentuated against his sensitive, white skin.

It didn't take too long for him to finish after that. He let out a gasp, then a muffled moan as you felt some of his fluids leak onto your stomach. He didn't even let himself get over his high before pulling a tissue out of thin air and cleaning you up. You let your head lean back, looking towards the cieling as he situated himself, keeping your promise to not look until he's ready. "O-oooh dear.. That was... Gross, right? Sorry.." You quickly look at him and scoffed, holding onto his face and pulling it close. "Don't say that, Lucifer..! Thank you for trusting me with this..." You brushed your thumb across his cheek, his expression still disheartened." I wouldn't have let that happen if I didn't want it, you know that. Besides, if you're really concerned, i'll just have to join you next time." You teased a sly smirk across your face. His eye twitched, and you could feel the heat in his face return." Good lord, I don't deserve you." He squeaked out before standing up and almost tripping over himself, complaining about his stiff legs right away.

Side note: I feel like when he would complain about being sore at all, you'd joke at him and say things like, "Oh, don't be a baby." And he'd reply with a joke, "Woah there, save the dirty talk for the bedroom." And that's what triggers you to start calling him baby any chance you could get, especially in the bedroom.

Going all the way was a big step. He was more comfortable starting on top of you,  but just like before, he realized how much he preferred, loved, to have you ride him. You made sure he had the tapping system in effect, but he would constantly check on him the first time he asked to try it this way. You were almost ashamed to admit you got a bit carried away. With you almost hitting your high, you probably took on more than he could handle. You didn't realize until you looked down at his face. His eyes were shut tight, a tear or two rolling down his heated face, and his lips were parted and letting out pathetic little noises. A face that some might see as a demon drunk on sex, but you knew you had taken him a little too hard. You slowed down, his breath finally becoming lighter." I-I'm sorry.. I-I -" his voice was raspy as his began apolgizing." No - don't be. I'll be gentle." You finally started back up, a slow grind, after letting him catch his breath. "Remember to use your words, baby - " You took his hand and planted it on your thigh as another reminder to communicate his thoughts. He nodded, a slight hitch in his breath as you spoke. You went on to cherish a more intimate night with him.

That's how it started, but as time went on, your playful relationship came to the bedroom. Lucifer would be in the middle of grinding his hips into yours, attempting to say something flirtatious in your ear when his voice would crack, or he'd say something that didn't come out right. You'd cover your mouth in an attempt to not laugh." Oh, cmon! I'm trying to be sexy here." He'd waggle his eyebrows at you and youd bring him into a smiling kiss. "Well, i'd say you're doing a great job, babe." You spoke so sincerely afterward that he'd become a little flustered. "O-Oh.. you.. think so..?" You hummed against his ear,

"Nope~"

He'd let out an aggravated groan and start to get off of your lap." No-no! I'm sorry, i'm kidding! You're sexy, come back!" You'd laugh out, reaching for his hips and planting him back onto your lap." Damn right, I am." He'd grumble, smashing his lips against yours in a suddenly intense kiss. In all honesty, probably to shut you up.

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You love him so dearly. You barely realize how much he loves you, maybe due to how badly he struggles with his words. As time goes on, all Lucifer wants is to give himself to you. Give every little bit of his love to the one who's spent so much time caring for him and helping him become a better person. He'd sometimes consider that he could never be able to return the favor.

But he would. You knew he could.

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I'll still take requests for some Luci prompts if anyone's thirstin'

Also, I have over 100 followers?? Which i wasn't expecting to happen when I first made this account (literally made it just to look at Hazbin smut if i'm outing myself) So thanks for all the support! This is such a great community 🥹

[fireflysymphony]

Kinks I think Aventurine would have

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: I wanted to make one for Aventurine too since he’s the love of my life. Hope you enjoy this little menace <3

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warning: I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but phrases like “princess,” “pretty thing,” and “good girl/boy” are used as well, possibility of female anatomy being mentioned, Aventurine refers to himself as “daddy,” bondage, a lot of pet names that are both praising and degrading, mirror sex, exhibitionism, don’t tell Aventurine but he has a bit of a DDLG/B complex, body worship, dom/sub roles, mentions of spanking, not proofread, let me know if I need to add anything else <3

Pet Names

ANY nickname is fair game. One moment you're his princess, pretty girl/boy, good girl/boy, etc. and then like five minutes later he’s calling you his bitch, whore, slut, and whatever else have you. It’s always a 50/50 chance on what you get, and no, these pet names aren’t solely for the bedroom. You could be out with Aventurine, minding your own business, when you hear him say “yeah, they’re just my whore, aren’t they the loveliest little peach you’ve ever seen? ^^” And you just have to sit there wondering what made you fall in love with him in the first place. And those are only the slightly suggestive nicknames. He’ll pull out the most embarrassing or babying nicknames he can think of ALL THE TIME, but that’s a discussion for another time. Like everything with Aventurine, a give and take is a must. Just like the debt collector he is, he’s making you pay him back for giving you such cute and unique pet names, despite your protests that his names are in fact not unique and some aren’t cute. When you do eventually agree, You’re in luck since Aventurine has the perfect nicknames already picked out for you to call him. Why don’t you start calling him daddy? He’s not subtle about the title he wants to be called and may whine about it if you refuse to address him as such. You can appease him by calling him some other authoritative nickname. Mr. Aventurine or my dear sir are two of his favorites. One day though you decided to be a little shit and call him Mr. Bossy Pants, and he pouted for a good five minutes before bending you over his knee and teaching you a lesson. He can get pissy about the smallest things. Even as the “dom” in the relationship, he’s more of a whiny needy bitch than anyone. (Bonus: he’s probably tried to call you pookie before too).

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Aventurine stomped his foot against the ground, wearing an annoyed glare as he gave you a look like he was waiting for you to say something— or more likely waiting for you to apologize for what you just did. You couldn’t help but snicker, not addressing Aventurine with a nickname was almost if not worse than fucking him over in a game of cards.

“What’s wrong, Aventurine? You look like you want to say something.” You cover your mouth to hide your smile which is when he grabbed your wrists, holding them with one hand and using the other to pull you closer.

“You know what you did, princess! I don’t even go that far.” Aventurine pouts harder, lowering down to kiss your neck as if that would suck the pet names out of you. He didn’t understand why you were doing this. Did you want attention, or was it…

Oh.

You were trying to provoke him. He could see it in the way your eyes crinkled and sparkled whenever he looked at you. Devilish little thing, getting off on being punished by him.

“I get it now. I think you need to be taught a lesson for disrespecting me, naughty thing.” He smiled innocently, a teasing lilt to his words as he nuzzled your nose with his. His hands wandered down to your ass, and he yanked you flush against him. “Do you think you can handle it? Because I’ll have you screaming ‘daddy’ whether you want to or not.”

Mirror Sex

He’ll love this ESPECIALLY if it embarrasses you. He likes making you watch yourself and showing you how good he makes you feel. Even if you're bratty or mad at him, you can’t escape him and will come crawling to him on all fours if it means you get another taste of him. He will also either hold or tie your hands behind your back to stop your from covering yourself. If you force his hand, he’ll even tie your legs apart, so be good and keep them spread because that’s a hassle! He’s not at all patient with a shy partner either if that wasn’t easy to tell. If you have any bodily insecurities, then you probably shouldn’t tell him because then those are the body parts he focuses on most. He has a big thing for body worship, particularly your body, but if you’re really uncomfortable with it, he’s more than happy to talk through it with you and lighten up. Back to the body worship, as I’ve mentioned before, everything is a two way street with him, so he expects you to worship his body back, but that can always be saved for another day.

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“Look at you, such a pretty thing.”

He positioned you on one of his knees, both legs spread apart and his hand playing with you between your legs. Your wrists were tied behind your back with a piece of silky rope, Aventurine using his other hand to keep your face pointed towards the mirror. “You can’t wait to get fucked like this, huh? I know you like seeing just how pretty you are as you get filled with my cock. No, no, princess, don’t try to look away now.”

He dug his nails into your cheeks to keep you still, kissing you along your neck and collarbone. He nibbled on the soft bits of skin he knew would elicit a noise from you, bruising the spots he knew people would see. Sometimes, he thought about wearing lipstick just so he had a map of places he kissed on you. If there weren't lipstick smears everywhere, he wasn’t doing his job right. But since he didn’t have any on, he’d just leave little love bites everywhere!

You watched him do this, the warmth of his fingers between your thighs sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves. It was difficult to believe that the person squirming and whining in the mirror was you, and it was getting more impossible to want to look away. Seeing yourself drool like this while you loll your head back against Aventurine’s chest was almost surreal. You bucked your hips, watching the motion with an agasped look. Being Aventurine’s little whore on display was starting to feel not so bad.

“D’aw, pretty baby, you’re getting all needy, aren’t you? It’s barely been five minutes and you’re already ready for me to fuck you dumb?” His fingers left you, drenched and soaking from your juices. You shivered, both in shame and satisfaction as you watched him lick them clean, taking his time as his tongue swirled around each finger as if he was savoring the taste of you.

“Mhm…please daddy, f-fuck me. I wanna see you do it…” You whispered, hovering your hips slightly off his lap. He grabbed your hips, stilling you before beginning to gently rock you against his clothed dick.

“You already know what daddy wants to hear. I can’t tell if that makes you my good girl/boy or just a common slut.” He groaned, feeling himself grow harder through his pants. “I’ll give you what you want, babydoll. I want you to see how drenched my cock is when we’re through. You’d like that, yeah? Show both of us how good it feels to be daddy’s little toy.”

Exhibitionism

He’ll take you out to casinos with him and call you his “lucky charm.” During rounds of poker, he’ll keep you on his lap with a hand on your thigh, laughing and chatting along with whoever he’s playing against that night. Only you and him know that the real reason he’s here is to collect some minor debts from people, but since when did that stop him from having a little fun along the way? During these nights, you can always tell what he’s up to since he always requests you wear something with easier access to your nether regions. If you refuse him, he’ll still paw at you through your pants or pull them down all together. It’s your funeral if anyone sees, not his. He was even kind enough to advise you beforehand! He likes the thrill in watching you squirm, and you always know when he’s enjoying himself because a little twinkle appears in his eyes when a little noise slips from your lips. For a man who always wins his bets, that twinkle is rare to see when an ordinary poker game is going on.

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“I heard that, you know. A little whore like you can’t even keep your moans quiet in a place like this? I’m not even touching you yet either!” His chin rested on your shoulder, and though his words were whispered and only for your ears, the possibility of someone else hearing him sent a shiver down your spine. The way he had you on display was already suspicious enough— in his lap with one hand constantly under the table. Aventurine made it a point to kiss your neck and nibble at your ear whenever someone around them glanced your way. Everyone in this damned casino had to know what he was doing. Aventurine probably paid them off to keep them quiet, right? You knew him best and that was the only explanation as to why everyone was acting so normal.

“Relax, pretty girl/boy, you’re trembling and not from my fingers down there.” The warmth from his airy chuckle fanned over the back of your neck, your hairs standing up. He continued caressing your thigh, his fingers climbing dangerously close to your nether regions— enough to make you stiffen and your breath hitch— before they returned to their usual place. His nails dug into the skin of your inner thigh, pinching and kneading at the fleshy skin. “I’ve got you, my sweet good luck charm. Our little secret under the table is safe unless you really want me to stop.”

His hand left your thigh, resting on the table near his half full glass of champagne. You bit your bottom lip, squirming to try to relieve the ache between your legs. “Careful, if you keep moving like this, everyone will know how much of a slut you are. You didn’t want that before, so-“

You couldn’t take much more of his teasing, so you grabbed his hand and set it back on your thigh. “Keep going, now. I need this.” You gritted your teeth, leaning your head on his chest. Hopefully, the rest of the casino goers saw it as you being tired and resting on your boyfriend instead of what it really was.

“Tch. I didn’t hear a ‘please sir’ or a ‘da-“

“Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me right now in this casino. Just… I fucking need you! So hurry.” You whined, and you swear you saw that damned twinkle flash in his eyes for a split second. How was he having fun with this?

“As you wish, but you’ve made these past few minutes rather difficult. I couldn’t focus on the game.” His palm pressed into your clothed private parts, pressing down harshly before beginning to rhythmically paw at you. He thumbed the band of your bottoms in preparation for what’s to come. “If you end up coming from this and ruining th in e nice outfit I bought you, I hope you know what fate awaits you when we’re home.”

Requests are open <3

[chipperdusk]

Hey Deltarune Fandom

I know its 3am as I wright this but I think I found something online that might be important- or at least, be something to consider- food for thought and all that jazz-

you see, I was scrolling thought reddit when I came upon a particular post...

it starts of seeming very normal, right? I mean, it's just your average detarune fan asking about equipment advice, right?

but.. somethings... off, to say the least......

Not only is the wording weird when talking about Spamton, (with the phrasing of "Spamton dude" being particularly odd, as to get to Spamton's shop, you need to get fairly familiar with him and his character, but this user seems to be acting like this is their first time meeting him.) But Spamton HIMSELF seems to look... Different than usual. Or, at lease, different than his usual shop sprite that is...

and I was not alone on this sentiment, as the comments noticed too!

which leads to wonder....

... yeah, that...

To which OP provided an... Interesting answer....

D-.... Didn't have the money? But, deltarune is free game? Or, at least, Chapter's 1 and 2 are...

you see, a while back, Toby mention online that Chapters 3, 4, and 5 would all be released together, and, unlike the first two, cost money. (or as a certain salesman would phrase it, cost some [[Sweet, Sweet KROMER]]!!!)

Not only that, but its kinda ironic that this user pirated a copy of a free game, and have the one character who has a history with shady links (or in other words, [[Hyperlink Blocked]]) be the one who's changed... Almost as if this bootleg game has its own bootleg of Spamton... The one character who literally tries to be a bootleg of ANOTHER character in-universe. *Cough cough* Swatch- *Cough cough*

But this also leads to question... are there any other differences in the game? I mean, it is a pirated game, surely there has to be some other differences from the original game other than some seemingly random shop sprite of spamton, right?

luckily, I was not the only one who was curious about this and a user by the name of kuro50 ask OP to quote:

To which OP responded:

how... convenient.....

I mean- don't get me wrong- I get that feeling not having any program to record with (though than again OBS Studio exist)- but even still, all of this seems a little bit too, odd to just let off as something "normal"...

but, than again, its not like there's anything necessary wrong about it either, right? I mean, sure, it weird that someone pirated a free game, but, maybe they're just some gullible kid online?

...Except, a user by the name of ThePotatoPerson510 pointed out a few striking things...

And then... it all stared to click...

I went to check the profile and, just as ThePotatoPerson510 had said,

"u/ThatDudeTobias, Cake day December 27, 2022, made 12 hours ago..." the same hour as the spamton post was made... almost as if the account was made just so they could post this.... (Note: the previous image in this post of the spamton post says it was made 10 hours ago. This time gap is because I have been writing this post for 2 hours straight now- coming onto 3 hours- as such, I give you this screenshot showing both the post and the profile, and thus, showing they were in fact made in the same hour-)

MID WRIGHTING UPDATE: It seems as if there WAS a time gap between the two post, as its 5:24am and I just took THIS screenshot showing the time gap. Take this how you will I suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now, about the name... It seem kinda... on the nose, to say the least. I mean, Toby, Tobias, seems a little to similar, right? But, at the same time, knowing Toby, he would be the type to use a seemingly obvious while still not TOO obvious name to fuck with us (he DOSE have a history with being a troll when it comes to his games ¬_¬||)

Also, looking back at the spamton image and comparing it to the name "Tobias", they both share one thing in common... They're both SIMILAR to their originals, to the point where you can tell what they're based off of, but, somewhat off...

As for the one other post on the account, well...

its..

... A comment on MeIRL?

Well, what's the original post?

A..... Video of some guy walking up the stairs, only to keep looping up the same steps, unable to get to the end?

Well, that's... anticlimactic..... Sooo.... Is this just some random account then? Was all of this just for nothing? Was it all red hearings in the end? Well, that's what I thought..

For you see, I realized something....

Toby Fox is a well-known fan of anime, but, not just any anime.... specifically, JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE. How do we know this? Well, in undertale, there is an item in the game called a Punch Card

When this card is used in battle, it says, "OOOORAAAAA!!! You rip up the punch card! Your hands are burning!" This increases your attack. "ORA" Is a common phrase screamed in JOJO' when one of the Jostar's are attacking.

Not only that, but in deltarune, main antagonist of chapter 2 is Queen.

her battle theme? Attack of the Killer Queen

Killer Queen is the stand of Yoshikage Kira. The main antagonist of JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: Diamond is Unbreakable. Which is the 4th Chapter of the series.

So, what dose ALL of this have to do with the video "Tobias" commented on? Well, you see, in JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: Stardust Crusaders, when Polnareff, one of the main protagonist, tries to walk up the stairs to face DIO, the main antagonist, he finds himself in the same loop as the man in the video. Continuously walking up the same set of stares, unable to reach the end.

Meaning, the video that "Tobias", or, as we presume, Toby commented on was in fact...

A JOJO REFFERANCE, AND THUS, MAKES PERFICT SENCE AS TO WHY HE WOULD COMMENT ON IT

...... And so with that last tidbit out of the way, we are left with 3 conclusions that we can come to... 1. This "Tobias" is actually Toby Fox teasing us about Chapter 3 and or some other upcoming scheme of his he has up his sleaves.

2. This "Tobias" is actually Toby Fox just fucking with us

and 3. This is some third party not affiliated with Toby but still making something and teasing it (possibly and ARG or something of sorts) .... That or I've just spent over 3 hours of my life typing this up only for it to be a shitpost by Temmie or something :/

either way its 6:41am as I type this and I have not slept all night so I hope you liked this deep dive analysis into this possibly important reddit account that could hold significant lore for the upcoming chapters of deltarune and if you'll excuse me I'm going to go collapse on my couch for the rest of the day :) have a wonderful time zone <3

[littlemissayu]

“YOU SPOKE!!” – Their kids first words (Night Raven 3rd Years-Malleus & Lilia)

A/n: Yes I ‘m well aware I haven’t updated/posted my other oc request from my event, even though it ended over a month ago BUT it’s getting done and I will try to finish as fast as I can. I ‘m just posting this because it’s been delayed forever and I need something to get my writing juices going.

If you see me mention gender it’s based off of my Twst boys as Parents series that you can find here!!

Warnings: FEM! Reader, pregnancy,domestic fluff, babies(ofc), google translate translations, I’m only doing their first kids/first set of kids

pairing(s):3rd Years x fem!Reader(separate/romantic)

Yummy/Delicious- Hears you say it everytime Trey makes a really good baked treat(aka all the time). Now I know delicious is probably a hard word for a baby to say which is why I also have ‘yummy’. They say it for the first time after Trey gives them a small part of a macaroon. You could just see how Trey’s eyes lit up when he heard his little one speak for the first time!!

Smile!!/Cheese!!- The two of you (mostly Cater) always say these phrases to your kids, so it’s no surprise when their first words are smile and cheese. With the family album(that I 100% believe Cater would start making once you get pregnant). When Cater heard his babies speak for the very first time he got super sentimental and excited calling you over(if you weren’t already there)

Papa!- Now this is solely based on my personal headcanon that Leona’s first kid would be a girl and a total Daddy’s girl. Always with him, even though you carried her for 9 MONTHS, homegirl got evicted from the womb and wanted to follow around papa. I also believe this happened as he was getting something and turned his back to her so she tried to get his attention. His ears immediately shoot up and his eyes open wide. He instantly picks up his cub and rushes over to you to tell you what your daughter just said. But dw, her next word ended up being mama. Is so proud of his little girl~

Pretty!- You’re always saying this to your husband so she eventually just picks up on it. Also hears other people saying it about either you or Vil; not to mention you and Vil do occasionally call her “pretty girl”. So she’s just surrounded by the word so it's no shocker when it’s her first word. Vil just beamed at his daughter, truly feeling the sentiment. His little girl, his pride and joy has spoken for the first time BUTTTT sadly he wasn’t there to witness it. So all that happened when he came back from work. He almost left early after you told him over the phone. But he could be more proud of his kleiner engel.

Up!!- Now this is because this little Hunt loves being picked up, especially when her father is flying on his broom. They love the feeling of being high up and flying through the sky with her father. Rook is always open to giving his petit oiseau what they ask. When his little one said their first words he couldn’t help but outburst with joy. He couldn’t stop praising them for speaking, then when you came in or called out to him/your child, he began praising you for giving this wonderful child.

Play!!/Uh oh- Now 2 things to establish, 1. Ik “uh oh isn’t a word” but I’m just gonna have to count it and I will explain why 2. Why are there 2 different words, well if you read this fic here!!, you’ll learn that I believe Idia has twin boys therefore I wrote 2 different words. Now onto my explanation; for ‘play’ it just makes sense, sitting on his dad’s lap watching him play games that say and display the word ‘play’ on the title screen ofc that would be his kid’s first word it just makes sense. Now for your other twin boy this was his first “word” because whenever Idia gets frustrated on the game at a certain point he hears you say “uh oh”, meaning “Dad’s about to burst”. They also have learnt(bc they're a very smart child) that they can use this for other times when something is about to go wrong so they do say it when something might go wrong. Idia seemed nonchalant at first place but then a smile grew on Idia’s face from his adorable talking twins.<3

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[yanderederee]

SocialCues

a/n: Been feeling a little down lately.. very self-comfort, but I hope anyone else who has deep rooted anxiety and poor social skills can appreciate this…

cw: depictions of bullying and self-degradation/anxiety. Angst/Comfort

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Why did this always happen? How, even?

You seriously couldn’t wrap your head around how you always found yourself in these damned situations…

After being left alone at your desk, you quietly listened as the classmate who had just walked away whispered to themselves.

“What a freak…”

What did you even do? A freak? You were rightfully polite and pleasant, just as you always have been.

Did you say something wrong? Something weird? All you did was ask your classmate about their dog. Out of all the subjects you were taught to bring up in conversation, pets and hobbies were a universal win. (Strictly of the other person, because if you started going on a rant about your own pet or hobbies, you would make the person feel awkward and at a loss for words.)

How is it you always had a way of making everyone you talk to feel so awkward and bored?

But it was so lonely being forced into submissive quietness. You may have hated that more than the quiet glares of others. So still, you try to do your best and talk to people.

But only after a month of trying, it was evident that others were beginning to avoid you. To avoid talking to you. Avoiding eye contact.

You repeated what you’ve been told over and over again.

Saying less is more.

Use considerate language; words and phrasings.

Don’t make the conversation about yourself.

Avoid too specific points of conversation.

Read their facial expressions.

If they look desperate to leave, end the conversation quickly as to not bother them further.

Maybe being too conscious of what you said was your downfall?

But seriously, what else could you do? If you tried being casual, you make it awkward. If you tried too hard, you make it awkward. And if you don’t try at all, you force yourself into isolation.

Once lunch time rolled around, you started your way to the bathrooms to wash your hands before eating. How could you eat when your hands were covered in eraser shavings and lead stains? However, just at the threshold of the bathroom entrance, you could hear a conversation.

“L/n just doesn’t know when to shut up, does she?”

“Seriously! I can’t even get in a word with her!”

“Really? I just felt like she wasn’t even there when I tried talking to her! Like, she was waiting for me to ask her questions or something.”

“She asks way too many questions, like, why are you so obsessed with me?”

“She doesn’t really have much of a personality, I can’t stand people like that!”

“I dunno, I just can’t stand her.”

Honestly, they were pretty loud. People around the bathroom could definitely hear whoever it was talking.

You honestly didn’t even know how to react.

Maybe this was a good thing? At least this way you knew what you were doing wrong. Unfiltered criticism on how you could do better. So silently, you stood and listened.

It really hurt, hearing people talk about you like this. But it was your fault in the first place. Suck it up. Do better. Be better.

Holding back your tears, you fidgeted with your fingers. It was no good. You were bound to burst out in tears at any second.

“Oi.” Out came a sudden call. Startled, your heart leapt out of your chest. Looking up, you saw your classmate, Baji Keisuke, holding three filing boxes of what you assumed to be pre-graded tests and other miscellaneous paperwork. “Lend me a hand, would ya? Teach wants these taken to the teachers lounge before lunch’s over.”

It took you a few seconds to properly register that he was actually talking to you. Though it was hard to tell, given his huge thick rimmed glasses. Once it finally clicked that he was actually talking to you, a wave of embarrassment hit you hard.

“Me? Oh, uhh… o-okay.” You agreed slowly, looking at your dirty hands. You guessed it would be more suitable to wait to wash your hands after carrying a dusty box. Somewhat relieved, you nodded and walked over to your black haired classmate, gingerly shifting the top most box out of his face, into your grip. “Just this one is fine, or should I grab another..?”

You began to ask, until you were met with awkward silence.

SHIT. YOU DID IT AGAIN? Already? Embarrassed to the point of tears, you started down. “S-sorry, dumb question.”

Your classmate seemed disgruntled at your comment. Self pity never looked good. You were just digging yourself into a more massive hole. Just shut up and take the boxes.

Lift your fair share.

Almost forgot that rule.

Just as you went to shuffle the second box out from his grasp, your class mate stepped back. “I got these, just the one is fine.” He said.

“Just the one?” You asked.

“Yeah.. I mean, not to sound like an ass— I mean, um…” he clicked his tongue, trying to think of a better way to rephrase his comment.

“You can say ass, I don’t care.” You giggled quietly. You were faking it a little, what with how shot your confidence was already. But it was cute watching Baji flounder for the right words.

“Right. What I mean is, I’m probably stronger than you are, carrying these isn’t any issue. I just needed help with the third one since it was blocking my view.”

That made sense. He was damn near a foot taller than you after all. And he didn’t seem to struggle with the load in strength. Your silence made your classmate a little on edge.

“I ain’t trying to call you weak or anything. Shit. Just.. lets go.” He huffed before starting his way to the stair case.

Following close behind, you were scrambling your head with how to reply. Do you need to reply? But he sounded a little unsure of his own phrasing, sometimes validation was good for these kinds of situations.

‘It’s okay, I didn’t think you were calling me weak.’

Simulating the conversation in your head, you give up, rationalizing that your comment would more than likely go unanswered anyway.

Lost in these thoughts, you trailed behind Baji silently.

That’s right.

When it doubt, just be quiet. Just. Be quiet.

And it seemed your classmate was content with this as well.

Just as you were rounding the stairs, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a group of boys roughhousing with one another, laughing and unbothered. Before you even had the chance to move out of their way, a boy had rammed into your side hard. This caused for a series of unfortunate events.

Being as you were just making your way down the stairs, this rash shove caused you to lose your balance, trip over your feet, and topple forward. It wasn’t pretty. You definitely did at least one summersault on your crash down, the box of papers you held flying everywhere. What would have made it worse was if you had crashed into Baji on your way down, but luckily for both of you, he had walked at a much quicker pace, and had already reached the bottom of the staircase before your topple.

It was dead silent. Luckily, there weren’t too many students around, but there were enough. The boys looked back to one another, contemplating if they could just run off before you realized who they were, stay and help, or even apologize. You were the weirdo of their class after all, it’s not like these kinds of things didn’t just… happen.

“The hells your guys’ problem, huh?!” Baji yelled. It was really loud, louder than you’d ever heard him before. “Got a death wish or somethin’? Help pick this shit up, now!”

Hell with his reputation, this shit pissed him off way more than his tempter would allow him to suppress.

“R-right!” The boys who’d bumped into you nodded and scrambled to pick up all the scattered papers. “And apologize!” Baji yelled a second time, furious that they hadn’t even considered to do that first.

“We’re really sorry!! We weren’t looking, it was an accident!! We’re sorry!” They groveled low to the ground as they cleaned up the mess of their own making.

Baji huffed, but seeing as they were doing exactly as he told, he let it be for now. He sat his own boxes down gently, squatting over to help you up. “Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“No—“ you snapped in a sarcastic tone, but it was only out of bubbling up frustration and humiliation. Clearing out your throat, before he would reply, you started to pick up the papers scattered at your bruised knees. “Yeah, sorry. I’m okay; just didn’t expect it.. sorry I dropped the box. Sorry.” You repeated quietly, head hung low.

You only ever made trouble. If you’d just moved out of the way faster, you wouldn’t have messed up so harshly. Even if they were clearly in the wrong, if you’d just caught your footing instead of tripping, none of this would have happened.

“Come on, these bastards can take the rest from here.” Baji glared while his glasses slipped past his nose, leaving each boy trembling in fear. “W-we’ve got it from here..” One nodded in defeat.

Baji grabbed your shoulders, you rushed you to your feet. “Don’t worry about this, ‘going to the nurse.” He had an aura of order around him while helping you down the remaining stairs. “It’s okay, you don’t have to walk me..” you mumbled, not even sure it was worth going to the nurse for anyway. All you did was fall.

“You’ve got a few knots, and a lot of bruising. You should really be put on ice.” Baji looked you over as the two of you walked. “It had to of hurt. Seriously, those guys should have been looking where they were going. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll make sure they properly apologize again later.”

You chuckled humorlessly, and waved him off, eyes still glued downcast. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was an accident.”

“Accident or not, they’re gonna pay.” He muttered. “Sorry to trouble you, you’d probably have been better off if I just took the boxes all myself.”

“No worries, I wanted to help.”

Once you reached the nurse, Baji stopped you before going in. “You’re L/n, right?”

“Y-yeah, Y/n L/n… I sit in the front, a few rows to the right of where you sit.”

“Right. Sorry bout that again, I’ll let the teacher know you’ll be back a little later than lunch, so don’t sweat hurrying back. Just take your time.”

When was the first the anyone was this considerate of your wellbeing? Sure, it was a common courtesy, but it was still out of the norm. He gave a final look over of you, he seemed to narrow his brows further. “Well … I’m off. Seriously, take it easy.” He waved, and stepped back, waiting for you to enter.

“Right… thank you, Baji.” You have a slight bow before escaping into the nurses office.

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You were so tired. Maybe it would be best to let it go. Just accept you weren’t able to make friends. Finally accept something was actually wrong with you, and just stop trying.

Murmurs about your little fall were the talk of the class after lunch. Apparently the guys who bumped into you were actually pretty popular. Spreading misinformation about what happened, and making you out to be the bad guy. Seriously, what did you ever do to them? It wasn’t fair.

Overwhelmed, the end of the day came, and it was becoming impossible to tune out all 20 different conversations happening simultaneously as students filed out of the classroom. You bit your tongue and waited. The room would become empty before too long.

One by one, everyone left. And you were finally left alone. Finally. The weight of the day finally began to settle in the newfound quietness.

You quietly laid your head down on your desk, and held your arm sleeves tightly. Just breath. Why is it no matter what, you always make things worse? It was so suffocating, you didn’t even realize how harsh your breathing had become. Tears burned your eyes, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Openly sobbing into your sleeves, you huddled in upon yourself closer.

This sucked! What the hell! You didn’t do anything wrong! So why…

It didn’t do any good to think about it further than that. All thinking did was make it worse. Stop thinking. Just pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend like you don’t hear anyone when they talk behind your back anymore. Pretend like your knees don’t hurt, like your feelings weren’t crushed. No one cared anyway. Suck it up.

Do better. Be better. Stop crying. Stop—

“Hey…” you heard a soft voice call out beside you. Your breath hitched. Was the classroom not empty? Did you seriously start crying in front of someone like that? This had to be the worst day.

You felt something cold touch your shoulder, and what you can only assume to be a juice box plopped down on your desk.

You didn’t lift your head. Soon to follow, the slight screech in a chair pulled out beside you, and the shifting of clothes. “Leave me alone…” you said softly; hoarsely.

“I thought about it… but it kinda seems like you could use a friend.” Wait, you recognized that voice. Ever so slightly, you turned your head to the side, and peeked past your hair to see Baji sitting slouched and wide legged beside you.

Still, you couldn’t let him see you like this. Rubbing your eyes against the material of your sleeve, you mumbled again. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to do all that.”

He was quiet. You were hopeful that he wouldn’t push the pity treatment further. The juice box was enough. It was thoughtful, and sweet. He was trying. But it was unnecessary. You’d forget about today soon enough.

Baji wasn’t sure what he should do. Maybe he should just leave you alone. He wasn’t really that good at comforting people, and you really didn’t seem in the mood to talk.

He’d never talked to you before today anyway.

Yet he couldn’t find it in himself to do it.

Anytime your name was brought to mention, it was always some bullshit gossip he never cared to listen to. You kept a low profile and seemed to always have a cheery aura about you. Those rumors were just that, rumors. It kind of reminded himself of when people would mumble about him behind his back when he first got held back. Sure, everything that everyone said about him was true, about being a delinquent, or being dumb. But it didn’t seem that way with you.

“People are assholes and just say shit to make you feel bad about yourself. I’m friends with a bunch of weirdos— some real freaks, so I can confidently say you aren’t as weird as people make you out to be.”

Well, it was a nice thought, if anything else. You giggled, sniffling a last few times before turning away from Baji, and wiping your face clean. You faced forward, a guilty smile decorating your features.

Baji Keisuke wasn’t ever really one to notice a person’s appearance, not for girls anyway. Yet he couldn’t help but admire you. Maybe it was the puffiness of your eyes and lashes, all clumped up together in wet mattes. Or maybe it was the gentle smile of giving up that twisted his heart into feeling like he should help you. To get closer to you.

“H-here.” Baji stuttered, and held out his glasses to you. “I don’t actually need them, they’re just for show. You were trying to hide you were crying, right?”

You blinked suspiciously at him, who was a little red faced and shifting of his own gaze. Was he trying to be considerate? Either way, it made you laugh. “Why do you wear them if you don’t need them?” You took the bait, and reached out for the plastic glasses.

“Well, I’ve been told I can look, intimidating, kinda. Like I’m always glarin’ or something. S-so, I guess that’s why?” He couldn’t exactly tell you he didn’t want to be recognized for being Tokyo Manji Gang’s first division captain.

“That so?” You played along, putting the glasses on in playful banter. “Huh, you’re right. They’re fake.” You smiled, and looked back over at Baji. Immediately, Baji broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Bwaaahaha! What the hell! You look so dorky!” He toppled onto himself, holding his side. You immediately followed his fit of laughter, kicking the chair below him. “I look dorky? Speak for yourself poindexter! You’re the one who looks goofy on the daily!”

Normally, those comments would cause Baji to roll his eyes, but with how lighthearted the air was, it only managed to make him laugh harder.

It felt good, laughing so hard with someone. A stranger even. “Alright, come on’, I’ll treat you to some ramen. You had to skip out on eating lunch since I asked you to help me right? You gatta be starving.” Baji offered, hoisting himself up and out of his chair, pushing it in.

“Well…” you thought about it. You’d hate to put him out and cause anymore unnecessary trouble. Yet, for once, you felt like you understood the social cues going on around you. Being able to relax, smile and laugh with someone, and they offer to take you out for food? Would it really be a bad thing to accept?

“Sure…”

[w2sology]

can i request a wedding day fic for harry pls? no worries if not. could also be a wedding day hc if that’s easier. thank u!

YES YES YES i'm so in love w this idea.... and i’m also so in love w harry 😣 tried not to make the descriptions of things too specific bc i know everyone has a different idea of what they want their wedding to be like, so most of this is up to ur imagination! <3

mrs wroetoshaw, harry lewis.

summary: you and harry get married, and it's full of so many emotions.

warnings: language, wedding jitters, that's about it!

you both being a nervous mess. it's a canon event.

both of you in separate rooms but still feeling united in your panic

the boys would be trying to reassure harry whilst he pretty much undresses himself in stress, complaining that it's too hot

the girls trying to make sure you don't cry and ruin your makeup

but eventually you both get over it, realising that it's your special day and it's also the day you and harry become best friends for life

the girls all telling you how they've always known you were going to be mrs wroetoshaw from the beginning and you tearing up at that

he would be an absolute mess seeing you walk down the isle, he told everyone he wouldn't cry but god was he wrong...

is it really harry if he doesn't drop a few jokes in his speech? exactly.

olive as your ring bearer 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

once the ceremony part is over, everyone is honestly so glad that they made it through in one piece

being ambushed with kisses and hugs of congratulations from everyone !!!!

harry had his suit matching your dress, down to his socks and underwear bc happy wife = happy life xo

the after party... the boys literally could not wait for it

best man and maid of honour speeches pretty much exposing the both of you but you wouldn't have it any other way!

the slow dance us a must, and even though he'd nag on about how cringe it was, harry would be loving every moment of it

"you're so beautiful" and "can't believe i made you mine for life" being whispered to you by him all day

harry can't wait to use the phrase "my wife", he's literally been using it since you two got engaged tbf

"can this thing end already so we can christen the new home?"

"harry! we haven't even cut the cake yet."

handsy harry. SO handsy. he literally can't believe that he's married because he never saw himself as the type to settle down, but here he is and he's gonna show that off

once he has a few drinks in him he really starts to let loose

and so do you!

dancing with your girls, holding a random child's hands as you bask in the joy of the day

the older guests start to retire to their hotel rooms or homes before everyone else, and when the party starts to die down, harry quite literally scoops you up in his arms and leaves

lots and lots of smiley kisses, kisses on your cheek... anywhere that he can reach

harry fiddling with your ring, something he's always done when you wear them but this time, it feels more special.

you already making plans on what you'll do as a married woman, harry rolling his eyes but you already know he'd be right behind you

he'd be in such a hurry trying to undress himself when you guys get back to your room, a giggling mess in between a make-out session as he tries to take off his top

"i love you so much," he's mumbling to you. "my pretty, pretty wife."

and you're in for a hell of a ride.

[torialefay]

🗝️ Sun in Scorpio ♠️

minho as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 1)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨minho x reader (f); possessive fluff, slightly suggestive at the end

✨take a look into lee know’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be! in this post, i will be talking about his sun in scorpio. this is a series!!! so follow up later if u want more <3

✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect minho in a relationship :)

✨word count: ~2k

✨ author’s notes:

★★ (1) i do do brief astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.

(2) i am wanting to get better at using neutral-gendered pronouns so more people can feel included in my posts. i’m really struggling since i use phrases like “my girl” a lot. anyone who has some good alternatives or tips, please message and lmk! i really want to be able to start cranking out more gn options!

(3) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

(4) i will not be going into ascendant or house placements because lee know’s birth time has not been confirmed for AM or PM

✨warnings: some explicit language

✨ tl/dr: minho as your boyfriend will spoil the shit out of you and charm you until you can’t help but live and breathe him. he’s got to keep a grasp on you at all times- literally AND figuratively.

Sun in Scorpio: Sun signs are all about personality- the face you show the world! It is also the lens through which you usually see yourself and how friends would describe you.

• Scorpio has two planetary rulers- Mars and Pluto. Mars is the ruler of action and aggression, while Pluto is the ruler of transformation and rebirth. Scorpio is an amazing mixture of the two, as it embodies strong desires, innate control, and deep mental and supraphysical understanding.

• Scorpios encapsulate passion. They tend to have a deep understanding of others and can utilize this power to their advantage. They are able to influence others to do as they wish. Scorpios have a deep understanding of beauty and admire things that could be seen as dark, different, or strange to others.

• Scorpios have a tendency to become obsessive, controlling even, if not careful. They get fully engrossed into who other people are and want others to fully engross themselves in them as well.

• Scorpios are known for their creative and expressive nature- something that comes naturally to them. Because of this, they can really shine in areas such as art or drama, historian or detective, intuitive research or psychology, and are amazing for dabbling in the occult.

As your boyfriend:

• He is super protective over you. He’s always watching behind you as you do something to make sure you’re okay and no one is bothering you… And to be honest, I don’t think many people WOULD bother you, knowing you were the person with a psycho boyfriend (in a good way <3).

• He would bring you lunch any chance he got. If you were at work/school and he knew you hadn’t brought lunch or hadn’t had lunch that day, he’d definitely bring you something- whether he picked it up or made it himself. It also gives him an excuse to see you and check on you during the day.

• He knows when you are having a bad day. And he knows exactly how you need him to act in order to help you deal with it. When he senses something is wrong, he will pull you onto his lap in a hug and tell you to talk to him about it.

• Other people think he’s cold, but he’s definitely not with you. He loves you and nurtures you. He takes pride in knowing every part of you. He loves that there is a side of him that is specifically for you and not for the rest of the world. He’d like it if you were the same.

• He loves when the both of you have a chance to get dressed up. To look good for one another and just enjoy the other’s company.

• He loves nice dates, ones where he can make a grand gesture to make you feel loved and special.

• That’s why it was no surprise when he’d texted you earlier to dress up pretty for him and he’d be at your apartment to pick you up at 8.

• This was a monthly occurrence. Him surprising you with a nice date- and when I say nice, I mean NICE.

• Yes, you went on smaller dates a lot too, but he made it a priority to spoil you with something bigger at least once a month.

• So here you were, all dressed up in your favorite dark blue satin dress. It looked absolutely enchanting with it’s spaghetti strap and cowl neck top with a deep slit running up the side.

• You made sure to do your hair his favorite way- loose curls all brought to one side.

• You gave yourself one final look in the mirror, swiping on a glossy coat over your lip stain before heading out the door. Minho was already waiting on you downstairs.

• When he saw you like this, he always smirked.

• ‘Looking so beautiful all for me,’ he thought.

• Once you got to him, he just smiled at you, taking your hand in his.

• “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re off to?” you asked.

• “Shhh, you’ll see,” he kissed your hand, leading you out to the car.

• He always made sure to open the car door for you and make sure you were buckled before you took off.

• And of course he always had to rest one hand in his favorite spot- gripping onto one of your thighs. It was harder when you had a dress on, but he’d never let that stop him. He needed to always have a hold on you.

• Arriving at your destination, it was a quaint building you didn’t recognize. You’d never been here before, but it seemed to be a small restaurant with only a few (very nice) cars in the parking lot.

• The valet rushed to the car to speak with Minho and grab the keys.

• You smiled up at your boyfriend as he walked around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and taking your hand in his to help you stand.

• As you made your way toward the restaurant, he made sure to hold tightly to the one hand, while the other stabilized on your hip, making sure you were safe while ascending the few steps in front of you.

• “Hello, can I get your name please?” the host of the restaurant asked as you stepped inside. It was a beautiful restaurant- dark and sensual. There was very minimal lighting, but what they did have gave a beautiful warm glow. The sleek bar to the right shined bright from the sparkly crystal bottles aligning each of the shelves- luxury liquor only.

• “Lee,” he said, matter of factly, only taking a brief moment to look at the host. Tonight, his eyes were only on you.

• The host presented a big smile before stepping to the side and motioning for you to follow him. “Great, Mr. Lee. Right this way.”

• Minho let you walk just slightly in front of him, always watching your back to make sure he had a full view of you. One hand continued to rest on your hip. It was like it was glued there. He never wanted to lose contact with you.

• The host led you down one of the dimly-lit aisles and to the back of the building. Off to itself, he rounded a corner to lead to a beautiful, private, screened-in room in the back. It sat adjacent to a huge lake, which could be seen through the mesh netting of the “walls” that enclosed you. With the moon shining bright over the water and the stars on full display, it was a captivating view.

• Minho pulled your seat out for you to sit before pushing you in towards the table. You allowed yourself this moment to look around the beautiful secluded room. It was still dark like the interior of the building, with the nice, warm lighting. But there was an even more bewitching feeling to it through the beautiful scenery and soft music that was emanating from afar. It was absolutely breathtaking.

• If there was anything Minho knew how to do, it was how to wine and dine you. He made sure to start the evening with ordering a full bottle of your favorite reserve red wine. He loved the way you looked and smiled at him after a glass or two- how lovey dovey you got for him and how you began to try and charm him, getting all giggly, before the night was over with.

• He encouraged you to get whatever you wanted off the menu- even if it was the most expensive thing by far, he wanted you to have it. He was never going to let you pay anyways.

• Once you decided what you wanted, he always wanted you to tell him so that he could order for you. It wasn’t that he thought you were incapable of ordering for yourself, but he wanted you to know that you would always be taken care of when he was there. He didn’t want you to have to take your attention off of him for one second.

• Your heart always swelled as you watched him order- for some odd reason. And he never ordered just what the two of you wanted. No way. He made sure to always order at least 3 or so dishes so that you could share with each other and sample everything. He would make sure to have something on the table that his baby loved.

• Even if you were absolutely stuffed, if he noticed there was still wine in your glass, he would always order a dessert for the two of you to share. And although he wouldn’t admit it, this was also a way to extend his time out with you.

• He’d make sure to do all the gross romantic stuff with you, like feeding you a bite of the crème brulèe straight from his spoon. He definitely didn’t want to overdo it though and would NOT do it unless you two were in private.

• At the end of the evening, after your head felt light and bubbly from the wine and your stomach was full, he made sure to tip the waiter very generously. You loved that about him. That’s why the restaurant owners and workers always loved to see the two of you back.

• Taking the last sip of your whine, you leaned in with a smile, half-whispering “thank you for dinner, jagi.”

• “Thank you for being here with me, love,” he said back. Slowly, he stood from his chair, so naturally you waited in yours as he always requested, so that he could again pull your chair out before you stood.

• He made his way over as usual, standing behind you, but this time he didn’t put his hands on the chair.

• Instead, he placed one hand on the nape of your neck, bending down to plant a soft kiss to your shoulder and then to the side of you neck.

• You let out a giggle as you started to blush. “Stop itttt, you know we can’t do that here.”

• “I know, but I had to at least get a little bit out,” he smiled smugly.

• Suddenly, you saw his hands both in front of you and a cold sensation on your chest. You looked down to see a beautiful silver pendant resting just between your collar bones.

• “What’s this?” you asked, as you felt his hands secure the latch at the back of your neck.

• He walked to your side so that he could see your face and bent down, resting one knee on the ground.

• “Why don’t you look at it and tell me?”

• You picked the small-ish pendant up to examine it. On the front, in dainty cursive font read “LMH”. Lee Min Ho.

• The back had a single, small diamond implanted in it. Around it’s edges, it had a Latin phrase inscription. You read it aloud. “Aut viam inveniam aut faciam?” You tried to make the words out, looking to your boyfriend for confirmation.

• “That’s right jagi. ‘I will either find a way or make one’. For you.” He smiled up at you, as your looked at him with eyes of endearment. The love you had for this man was unbearable. You could hardly stand the emotions that he made you feel.

• He gently reached out for your hand, planting a gentle kiss to it, before standing up and motioning for you to do the same.

• Once you were upright on your feet, he leaned in next to your ear. “It looks beautiful on you, by the way,” he whispered seductively.

• You smirked, the boldness of the wine starting to manifest out of you. “I’ll keep it on for you later. Everything else is coming off,” you winked.

• His eyes grew large for a split second before turning himself so that he body was right up against yours. He swiftly let his hands wonder to your waist, then hips, then grab lightly at your ass.

• “That sounds perfect,” he planted a small, sweet kiss to your lips. “But that necklace is never coming off of you. Promise me. Promise me you’ll wear it at all times, and I’ll always be with you.” He looked at you, his face full of sincerity and genuine lust.

• “Anything for you,” you gave in to him before leaning in for another slow kiss.

• You knew that’s exactly what he wanted. For you to give yourself fully to him. You’d play around with him later, but for now, you would give yourself up. He knew you were his.

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✨ author’s note: lowkey thinking this man put a tracker in the necklace lol. he just wants to know you’re safe and also wants to be able to know where you are at all times. but it’s up to you what you want to think 🤷‍♀️

✨ if you enjoyed, please consider liking, commenting, or re-blogging <3

[sunshine-jesse]

Ashley Graves Did Something Wrong

TCOAL plays a lot of fun games with the ways it makes you perceive events. From the title screen itself, to various pieces of official art, it primes you to accept certain narratives surrounding the game. Namely, the one that Ashley is very not good. She is, in fact, very bad! And it's pretty easy to see why- many of her actions fit neatly into the mold of an abuser. She's controlling, she tries to deflect blame, gaslights Andrew into making him take the blame for things she pushed him to do to begin with, and harasses other women to ruin his relationships with them.

It's all so easy, and makes so much sense. Case closed.

Right? Well, no. But actually yes! But actually, it's not that simple.

Y'see, as I said, the game establishes this framing from the get-go. It introduces us to our, uh, heroes and tells us in no uncertain terms that Ashley is bad and Andrew is a non-entity. It sets this framing intentionally so that many players will engage in a little quirk of human psychology called…

Confirmation bias!

I'm sure we all know what that is, right? Well, for those who don't, it's when we start with a bias towards something- or an idea of how things SHOULD be- and view every piece of evidence as confirmation that said bias is correct. The game, very blatantly, does this with Ashley's actions by priming us to see them as part of an abuse dynamic, with her as the primary abuser. And, indeed, it's not too hard to dig into Andrew's behavior and figure out that he, too, is fucked up and awful and come to the conclusion that their relationship was mutually fucked up and abusive. I did that in my last two essays, so I won't cover that ground again here. With this, it's easy to think that they bring out the worst in each other and that any relationship they have would be toxic, fucked up, dark, and every other word or phrase that describes the same idea, whether it makes them happy or not.

… But what if I told you that this, too, was an intentional misdirection?

So. Let us, for a moment, completely remove the framing that their relationship is toxic. Let us remove the framing that their relationship is abnormal or aberrant. Let's even remove the framing that either one of them is responsible for the harm of the other. I'm not arguing that any of this is not the case. Please, for the love of god, do not think that I am, if only so you can take the rest of what I have to say seriously. What I'm doing is trying to examine the two of them free of as many preconceptions as I can, using nothing but textual evidence and inference to figure out why Andrew and Ashley treat each other the way they do.

I will later examine why they MIStreat each other too, but first comes the reasons they treat each other well.

I'm going to start with Andrew, because, despite being the more complex of the two, it's actually pretty easy to figure out why he treats Ashley the way he does based on what he says. Let's go all the way back to the earliest known incident between the two in the story, where the two of them were at their most, uh, "pure," for lack of a better word: The cupcake scene.

Leyley was supposedly a problem child. She was neglected by her parents, disliked by her friends, and had nobody else but Andrew to rely on. She got nothing- absolutely nothing- from anyone else. And so, Andrew decided to celebrate her birthday, by buying her the cupcakes she wanted, by giving her what she lacked from others. By providing for her, and taking care of her. All he wanted was to make her happy, more than anything else. And, as Nina learned the hard way, at the expense of everyone else.

He doesn't lack empathy, per se. Andy just loves Leyley more than he loves anyone else by such a wide margin that his desire to provide for her overrides his fear of consequences… until those consequences threaten to separate the two of them.

That is a very Gender Roles thing to do. More on that later.

So. Ashley. Everyone's favorite disaster. Why does she treat Andrew the way she does? What does she provide for him? Well, isn't it obvious? She, too, wants to provide for him. Remember, she wanted the lemon cupcake because she thought it's what HE wanted. She also does most of the chores around the house. She prepares food, cleans the house, and does their laundry. She also provides for his non-sexual physical needs by offering him comfort whenever he needs it. It makes her feel useful. Wanted. Needed.

Ah, another very Gender Roles thing to do. See where I'm going with this?

The two neatly fit into a standard husband/wife relationship in a lot of ways. It's THE platonic ideal of such a relationship, actually! They make each other happy and provide WHAT THEY THINK the other really wants. It's really cute and perfect! As long as you ignore all the bad.

ignore all the bad …ignore all the bad… But we obviously shouldn't ignore all the bad. That would be ridiculous.

What I want to do is, instead, examine where the bad comes from, and why it's there. With the abuser/abused dynamic in mind, it's pretty easy to come to the conclusion that a mutual desire for control and power over the other is the sole determining factor. It's arguably the Central Theme of the game, and maybe a big part of what Nemlei is trying to convey. But, like, why should it end there? Why should that be where the analysis ends? There's a reason for everything.

They don't want to control each other for its own sake. They don't want to control each other solely to cover their own insecurities.

So why?

Ashley, first. She's obviously an insecure little monster, having never received the validation that she needs to really come into her own as a person. She keeps seeking it. Keeps trying to provide for Andrew. Keeps trying to make herself useful. Now, let's look at her calls towards Julia:

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't?"

Ah, wait, hold on a minute.

"You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that."

Where does that wording come from?

"He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything."

She doesn't need validation just for the sake of her insecurities. She needs it because she needs Andrew to be happy, and in her mind, she's the only one who can provide it. She knows him better than anyone else. She can see how happy she seems to make him, and that nobody else can do what she does. She knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she makes Andrew more comfortable than anyone. She knows how important physical affection is to him. She can feel it. She doesn't lack empathy towards his plight or feelings; she has more of it than anyone, actually!

But Andrew, crucially, never seems to provide her any validation for this, even though she knows better. That's why she's so insecure.

"But wait," you might say, "didn't he, literally, fucking kill for her?"

Yes. But he always tries to place the blame on Ashley or use her as a scapegoat, when he was the one who pulled the trigger. He never accepts even the smallest amount of responsibility. And if a man can't even take responsibility for the violence he inflicts on others, what does that say about him? What does it say about how much he actually cares? oh. more gender roles. huh.

In Ashley's mind, that validation isn't validation because he didn't do it to prove he cared about her. He did it to shut her up. And… he never says anything to the contrary. He refuses to. All his validation is depressingly, overbearingly conditional.

His words always come with a caveat. They're always said in spite of something. They lack warmth. They lack kindness. They lack affection. She is never, ever given a key to lock the door to her insecurities…

…even though Andrew obviously has that key. He just refuses to give it to her.

But why?

Society! :D

There is something so fundamentally, obviously wrong with the way Andrew feels towards Ashley. She is a tar soul. A pariah. So horrid that her parents don't want her, so obviously bad that even demons don't want her. And yet Andrew, in spite of everything, still wants her. He wants to take care of her, when society tells him not to bother. He wants to protect her from other men, and even from herself. It manifests as jealousy because…

He, too, thinks the only one qualified to provide for Ashley is himself, because he was the only one who ever had. Violence comes so naturally to him that he takes it for granted. He kills for her, threatens to physically assault her when he thinks she's putting herself in danger.

It's so second nature to him that he thinks it should obviously be enough. But it isn't. His violence is so second nature as to be passive. It's non-committal. And what Ashley wants is committment.

But because of how society views Ashley, and how the world would view a romantic relationship between them, he can't truly commit to her. He can't give her the validation she really needs, because everything and everyone has told him that it's wrong. That she's wrong. And all his parents ever taught him is to be afraid of how others will react to that wrongness.

hey look, a man fearing the commitment a woman wants from him! more gender stereotypes!! I wonder what this game is trying to say!!!

Maybe I'm crazy or something. Maybe I'm just looking into it too deep. But I don't really care. I don't care if this is the intended reading, and neither should you. The fact of the matter is that most of the things that define them as toxic are not their fault. Most of the reasons they mistreat each other come from without, rather than within. The only reason they can't love each other is because the world tells them not to. Because it expects them to fill certain roles, to be certain people.

But Ashley can only ever be herself.

Maybe someone who's an actual expert on this subject matter could weigh in and give a true feminist reading. But me? I'm just here to point out patterns. I'm just here to point out facts. And one of those facts is that, to the world around her, Ashley did something wrong: She was born.

The Steam reviews of this game are fucking funny, but a lot of them say one thing that couldn't be further from the truth:

"I can fix her!"

No, you can't. She's only 'broken' in the context of her environment.

But in the words of another analyst:

It's madness to expect tar to behave like water.

So cut them some slack! They might finally succeed in a world that wanted nothing more than for them to fail. It's not our right to take that away from them.

[nichirinpen]

A Through Z with Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru x Reader

can also be read here on AO3

Word Count: 32,359

Synopsis: Snippets of your life as it is turned upside down by Gojo Satoru

Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, penis in vagina sex, vaginal penetration, cunnilingus

Annoyance

If anyone were to ask Gojo how he felt about you, his personal assistant, he would answer, “An annoyance.”

It wasn’t your anxiety talking, it was something he said out right and frequently. The man’s tone cared an edge, his disdain dripping from every word when he was forced to acknowledge your existence. He held nothing back, often spitting out his annoyance when you were just a few paces away from him. Gojo Satoru hated you and he made sure to let you know at every moment. It was a wall between the two of you, a silent fire that he stoked to keep you at an arm's length. 

You couldn’t blame him, you weren’t exactly the best assistant. Asthmatic, out of shape from your previous office job, and no ability whatsoever to fight cursed spirits. The man frequently snapped at you as you trailed behind him, wheezing and clutching whatever new cramp had developed. Even with his eyes hidden you could see the irritation that bled from them. 

“Fucking annoying.” was a phrase you were used to, the words merely making your shoulders slump.

An annoyance was the perfect way to describe you if you were being totally honest with yourself. By all rights, a person like you shouldn’t exist.

Up until your late 20’s, you had lived a normal life. The highschool to college to office job pipeline was one you fell into with ease. It had been a decision made for you and you hadn’t fought it. After all, the society you lived in was simple: go to school, get a job, get married, have kids and then die. There were no cursed spirits, no gorgeous men with nasty tempers. Just a 9 to 5 and a small apartment. It wasn’t an exciting life, but it was simple enough and you were happy.

Until one morning, on a walk to work that should have been just 17 minutes in the winter chill everything changed. It was a walk you took every day with no issue. Despite being late you had been in a good mood, fully excpecting the lecture from your boss, then a smile and an offer of coffee to start the day. But the fates had other ideas and a car slipped on a patch of ice. Later you would find out it was a curse’s doing. A true, wrong place, wrong time moment. Had you been on time, you would have read about the incident, shaken from the possibility of being injured but forgetting it within days. 

Waiting at a red light, you had been too close to the street, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Habit, being too comfortable, is what pulled you from your normal life.

You had heard the car before you saw it, the screeching whine at first confusing you. And then it hit you, literally. The side of the car swiped you with enough force to send you into the light pole you had been waiting beside. Your head had slammed into the cold metal, the odd metallic sound of bone and metal clashing ringing in your ears. 

For a moment your vision went black and in the few seconds that it took for you to regain your senses, the barrier between being a human and being a jujutsu sorcerer fell. 

You had been thrown onto your back and when you sat up, fingers shakily swiping at the blood dripping into your eyes, hell had erupted. At least that's what it looked like. 

You had blinked, head throbbing as you faintly tried to decide if you had died or if you were still unconscious. Twisted, demonic shapes filled the streets of Tokyo. Some small, others absolutely massive. A majority of the writhing forms you could see congregated on the car that had hit you. The vehicle had been stopped by another light pole, dark smoke spilling from the crumpled hood.

You couldn’t tell if the driver was alright, too many shapes writhed around the car for you to see. They whined and howled, a cacophony that drilled into your aching head. Hand pressed to the cut on your forehead, you had blinked once, then twice, hoping that clearing the blood from your eyes would perhaps make the accident look normal. 

No such luck. 

If anything it seemed to bring more of the creatures into existence. They swelled and twisted, bloated and broken bodies clamoring about like living disease. To your horror many peeled away from the crashed car, latching onto the horrified and frantic bystanders. No one reacted to them, not when twisted hands and rotten mouths touched flesh. You had watched horrified as several of the creatures latched onto passersby, invisible parasites being whisked away as their new hosts ran for help.

One of the demons had turned, perhaps it was your unwavering gaze or perhaps it was the low huffed moans you had been letting out. Broken ribs tended to do that to a person. Either way it had darted past the many other people on the street, eyes locked on your pale and sweaty face.

You had scrambled backwards, hands scraping on the cold pavement as the twisted and dark form suddenly scrambled towards you with an enraged howl.

It was like a person made of oil slicked bramble. There was no face to speak of, the creature’s body ended in a strange hook shape where the neck was. But somehow it knew where you were. Twisted and thorny, it moved with a speed that was difficult to comprehend.

You had tensed, prepared to die as one tangled mess of a hand reached out. 

And the world froze, all of the demonic creatures flickering out of existence for a few seconds before time seemed to move again. The pause confused the demon, keeping it still, warily glaring a few feet away from you. And then it darted forward again, its howl somehow more enraged.

The hand it had been reaching for you with never made it, the demon’s body obliterated as Gojo Satoru appeared before you, wild eyed and angry.

Null. 

That’s the name the higher ups had chosen for your ability. You had been dragged, still bleeding to a dank room in an archaic building in Tokyo. Dizzy and barely standing, you let the white haired man do as he please. After all, he had cleared the street of those demons. Who were you to argue with this powerful stranger?

Gojo had been practically thrumming, your existence bothering him so deeply that he didn’t bother with teasing the old heads of the council that oversaw matters within jujutsu society. He had tossed you with little regard on to the floor in front of the confused and annoyed council.

The man, with all the venom in the world, had demanded your immediate execution. Your ability hadn’t just affected the cursed spirits. It had an effect on EVERYONE. From Sendai to Kyoto, all sorcerers within that radius had suddenly lost all use of their curse energy and abilities. Even the powerful Gojo Satoru, his limitless was made useless, his six eyes gone. For just a moment the world was normal. 

Your version of normal.

It had been terrifying for all involved, only Gojo having the wherewithal to pinpoint exactly where you were the second your ability had stopped.

Thankfully, more so for you than him, you had been spared. The man had scoffed harshly at the council's denial, teeth grinding together as they barked their rational at him.

The council, as scared of your ability as they were, appointed you as Gojo’s assistant. Your ability could stop him, they had murmured. If he ever went off the rails, defied them, started a war, you alone could stop him.

The unspoken part was that if you had to, if it came to that, they expected you to kill him.

Sadly, you would also became an annoyance to the council. 

You could see all levels of spirits, feel them before they appeared to an extent, but you couldn’t fight. Placing a curtain over a fight was beyond you. And you hadn’t been able to activate the ability since that first day. So you trailed the most powerful sorcerer in Japan as the most useless sorcerer in existence.

Bathroom 

The day had been a bust. You had woken up hoping beyond hope that it would be a good day. Sure everyday meant trailing after an irritated Gojo, but that didn’t mean it had to be bad. Two months in and you had been doing better, he wasn’t as nasty as he had been in the beginning. Still not a peach, but it was an improvement.

But of course you were wrong. It was like Gojo and the universe were in horrible synch, tormenting you for existing. 

He had dragged you from mission to mission, the glare hidden behind his blindfold practically burning a hole in your skull. The man had been in a particularly bad mood today, teeth grinding as he eradicated spirit after spirit with extreme malice. 

You had done the usual, sitting a ways away from the fight, watching it nervously and dodging the odd cursed spirit part that was flung your way.

The nicest part of the day, if you could consider it as such, was the two bites you had taken of lunch. Ramen from a nice mom and pop shop that had been near the cursed site. It had tasted a bit like home, the warm noodles practically melting on your tongue. Of course, you enjoying anything was illegal.

Gojo had stormed into the shop, slapping cash down before tugging you outside. You hadn’t even had time to protest, the man teleporting the two of you to the next mission site immediately.

You stood, aching under a hot stream of water, wanting it to wash away the deep well of sadness that tugged at your chest. The best part of your days anymore was the shower after a mission. It was depressing to acknowledge, but if you were being honest with yourself, it wasn’t much different when you had worked in the office. The main difference was no one hated you in the office and now you had a 6’3” man who wanted to make sure you knew he hated you.

The after work shower was always necessary, less a treat and more so because you had to. Gojo made a point to ensure cursed spirit guts and blood hit you as he fought. You had seen him fight clean and knew he could do it with every fight if he wanted to. But the man persisted with his childish antics, allowing blood to spray your way. Honestly, you had stopped caring. For you the baths and showers were more than just getting clean. It was also using the burning water to wash away the depressing feelings Gojo left in your skin.

Jujutsu High was more than just the school it professed to be. It was a veritable labyrinth, filled with classrooms, dorms, various places to eat and your favorite part, the showers. 

You never went to the one closest to your room. There was always a student either going in or leaving and they all had bad habits of not knocking despite the very clear sign outside the private bathing stall.

So you had asked Nanami Kento where he showered. The man had shown you a shower room meant just for the teachers. Large with 3 wide shower stalls and one massive communal bath, it was incredibly different from the cramped student bathrooms. If you hadn’t been in the school, you would have assumed it was part of an onsen.

It was rarely used, Nanami had explained, most of the staff preferring to go home. But it was well stocked and more importantly, private. The tall blonde had shot you a pitying look as the realization hit you that Gojo had intentionally not told you about it.

You were already stuck living in a dorm room, certain curse users having put a bounty on your head a month into being Gojo’s assistant. And you were stuck being tormented at ‘home’ as well.

Shaking your head you chased the thoughts from your head, staring up at the shiny shower head and the steam collecting in the air above you. Grabbing your shampoo bottle, you generously began to scrub, massaging your scalp, wincing as the soap hit the few scrapes you had managed to get. Despite your best effort, you occasionally were dragged into fights, much to Gojo’s annoyance. 

‘Damsel in Distress’ was a troupe you rarely enjoyed in media and yet here you were, being carried about by your ‘hero’ half the time.

Steam filled your lungs and you sighed, letting yourself relax beneath the warm stream of water. It was peaceful after the missions. No Gojo, just you and silence. 

Of course, the moment you thought that, the peace was shattered.

“There you are.” 

You let out a high scream, heart leaping into your throat. Whirling around you let out a noise of intense frustration. Gojo stood, one hand pushing the shower curtain aside as he gave you a very irritated look. His blindfold was gone, but he still had his gross blood slicked clothing on. It dripped onto the pale tile, rivulets sliding across the floor towards your feet. You shifted to avoid it, shivering at the cool air that was pushing past the warm steam you had been enveloped in. Bright blue eyes flicked over your form, narrowing slightly as his scowl deepened.

You clasped your hands over your chest as best you could, thighs pressed as tightly together as you were able. Anger filled your chest, burning hot as you struggled with what to do. Face red and heart thundering in your head you sputtered out a small indignant noise, too shocked to form words. 

“Relax. You have the last pair of tits I ever wanted to see.” 

You tried not to be hurt by his tone and his nasty words, instead opting to snap back and ask what he needed. 

“Yaga wants us to go to a stupid dinner tonight. Some idiot bigwig is gathering some of the clans for a chat.”

“Ooookayyy.” You dragged out the world, narrowing your eyes at him as you waited for whatever catch or cruel trick he would throw at you. Gojo said nothing, silently watching you with his stupid intense blue eyes. The long forgotten shampoo in your hair ran in sudsy rivulets down your chest and you blinked as a bit dripped into your eyes.

“Is that all?” The water beat down on your back, the warm steam tickling your nose slightly. You swiped one hand across your brow, flicking the soap from your face.

“You’re in my shower.” He had the gall to look upset. Gojo Satoru who you knew for a FACT had a penthouse apartment. The man had assigned you the smallest dorm room, purposefully didn’t tell you about the staff shower room and was now scowling at you like a 10 year old. 

“It’s the school’s.” You answered tightly, brow furrowing as you let your arms fall from your chest. If he was going to act childish then so were you. He scowled at that, mouth parting to snap at you. One hand on your hip, you gestured at the pale brown tile about you.

“This. This is your shower?” You let out an irritated huff, silently satisfied as his eyes narrowed, mouth snapping shut with a click as he bit back whatever comment he had. 

“You choose the school’s communal bath over your penthouse?”

“Not your fucking business.” The man snapped back, taking a step forward. Gojo was mad, you could see it in the lines of his body. He didn’t seem to notice the water seeping into his uniform, nor how his hair flopped about his eyes. His irritation was too strong.

“Noted.” You snapped back, turning and standing under the warm water again. Ignoring him seemed the best course of action. Your own blood was boiling and you would rather not find out what happens when one smacks Gojo Satoru in the face.

He remained for a moment, cursed energy practically choking you, before he teleported away. Your knees hit the tile, hands shaking as you swept wet hair from your face. 

Gojo Satoru would be the death of you. 

Cake

Gojo liked sweets. You had found out accidentally five months into the job. On a mission with you, Megumi had made an off-handed comment about his upcoming birthday. The boy was turning 14 and had shrugged at your surprise. The age of Jujutsu sorcerers always surprised you, they seemed too young to be fighting such nasty battles.

Regardless, you had latched onto it, making a mental note for yourself. Unlike Gojo, the boy was kind to you. He had sighed when you asked him why, stating that you were just doing your job and Gojo was having a tantrum. 

So you made a cake. You wouldn’t be able to see him for his actual birthday, the kids had winter break and the boy had mentioned going home for that break. So you made it a few weeks beforehand, feeling only a little weird about it.

Fighting cursed spirits was worse in winter. Sure you were just watching, but the cold seemed to invigorate the creatures. They seemed to thrive more in the snow, bigger ones becoming more active.

Holidays Megumi had told you. He hadn’t bothered elaborating, offering you a shrug in answer when you probed. You knew he had a difficult home life. No parents, a sick sister and apparently an irresponsible guardian. What little he confided in you, the guy sounded like a massive child.

“I’m surprised you bought a cake.” Nanami stepped in front of you, pushing the door open. You thanked him as you stepped through, balancing the cake case as carefully as you could. The small dessert had come out perfectly. A small two layer vanilla cake with coconut icing and fresh strawberries. You had gone the extra step, using chocolate icing to shakily write out ‘happy birthday’ and cover the strawberries with a light drizzle. Not as pretty as what one might get from a bakery, but you were proud of it.

“I made it actually.” You smiled at the raised eyebrow, the tall blonde looking at the cake as the two of you walked the hall to the teacher’s lounge. It was unusually quiet, a distinct lack of students made the hallways seem bigger. Not that there were many students, they just always had a habit of being around. 

“And why is it a surprise? Megumi is such a mopey kid. I thought he might need a little cheering up.”  You continued, stopping before the lounge room door. Nanami stopped in his tracks, a low ‘ah’ leaving his lips.

“What?” You frowned as he pushed the door open, ushering you inside. The look he gave you was pure pity, the man gesturing to a pile of files scattered across all desks.

“The students were sent on a mission.” He paused, adjusting his glasses as he stared down at you.

“And today is December 7th.”

Nanami gave you the date as if it should mean something. You shuffled over to Gojo’s desk, setting the cake down before looking over the curse Megumi had been sent after. It was a low level that looked to be more of an annoyance than anything. 

“Ok well he can have some when he’s back.” You placed a hand on your hip, flipping through the other files. Apparently Gojo had some missions as well and had decided not to have you join. You had a feeling it would get you in trouble with the council and sighed.

Nanami stood before you, one hand on his desk. For once the stoic man had an emotion other than pity plastered across his face. He looked amused.

“Today is Gojo’s birthday.” 

You stared at him, the file in your hand slipping back onto the desk as your hands went limp.

“Really?”

Nanami offered a nod, snatching a file from his desk before turning to leave. He paused at the door, looking back at your stunned face.

“And all the students won’t be back today. Some sort of holiday get-together is planned before the break.”

You stared down at the cake, a mixture of dread and exasperation churning in your stomach. The universe really did hate you. Perhaps your real cursed technique was shit luck for you and you alone.

With a sigh, you snagged the files off of Gojo’s desk, stomping over to the small couch in the room. Some reading would do you good. If Gojo wasn’t going to teach you about cursed spirits then you would figure it out yourself.

Part of you wanted to just go home, but you knew that meant risking Gojo teleporting into your room without warning. Last time he had done so while you were on the toilet and you did NOT need a repeat of that.

Curling up with the files, you sighed as you opened the first one. You had to hand it to Ijichi, he really made an effort to make the files as neat as possible. The details were just enough, keeping the sorcerers informed without needless clutter. And he always managed to order items from most important to least, it made it easier to filter out the low grade curses Gojo typically ignored and sent the students after. Even if he didn’t find them important you still liked reading about them. 

The curses Gojo fought were sometimes too much in both power and appearance. 

Since starting this job you had been plagued by nightmares. The horrid twisting forms each appearing in your sleep, taunting and chasing you with howls that stilled the blood. While still dangerous, some of the curses the students went after were at least goofy looking. It made for an amusing read. 

You let out a small sigh, trying to shake the cold fear that was always lurking in your veins. Flipping open the top most file you scanned it with a frown.

Today Gojo had apparently gone after a special grade. That was his usual assignment. You personally hated them. Your ability allowed you to see them in full as well as feel their energy to an extent. Special grades didn’t like you just as much as Gojo as they couldn’t hide from you. 

If you had to describe it, being around a special grade was like being dunked in ice cold syrup that weighed several tons. It was hard to move around them, breathing sometimes became painful. Paralyzing. Gojo usually dispatched them quickly so the discomfort never lasted long. But even a second of the feeling was enough to make you want to run for the hills and never step foot in Tokyo again.

If only. 

You jumped slightly as the man you were thinking of suddenly blinked into existence. His blindfold in one hand, Gojo shot you a glance before turning to his desk and sitting with a huff. He tossed the blindfold aside, pausing as he noticed the cake. You focused on the files in front of you, trying not to look as he inspected the small pastry. 

As much as you wanted to find the students and give them the cake, you knew by the time you did it would be ruined. So luckily for Gojo, he was getting the treat despite your quiet dislike of him. 

You slid your gaze slowly back to the man, eyes narrowing as he leaned in and tapped the cake case with one finger nail.

Gojo’s hair was down for once, his white locks messy in a way that looked good. He was a handsome man, you weren’t blind to his good looks. The light seemed to dance in his hair no matter where he was, as if the world were extenuating his beauty. It was almost irritating how perfect he always looked, even sweat covered and bloodied. 

You watched as Gojo opened the cake case, the man giving it a suspicious sniff before letting out a noise of surprise. He opened one of the desk drawers, pulling a fork from the confines. You blinked at that, files forgotten on your lap as you watched him eat.

Up until today, Gojo had always been rough. Nasty and blunt with you to the point that you didn’t think he knew how to smile.

But as he took the first bite, you watched a stranger step into his skin. Gojo smiled to himself, blue eyes inspecting the cake as he chewed on the first bite. His eyes practically danced, the smile on his face so wide you thought it might break. The man let out a small moan, stuffing another bite in his mouth as he dragged a finger through the icing. 

Your face went red as he licked the digit, the act surprisingly sexual. He paid you no mind, the man licking a strawberry before popping it into his mouth.

You were in shock, frozen on the couch as he smiled and devoured the entire thing in one sitting. Within 5 minutes flat, the man had cleaned the plate, not a scrap of icing or chocolate left behind.

You sat, mouth partially agape as he sat back, patting his stomach with a satisfied smile. Gojo caught your eye and the smile faltered.

“Megumi brought that in?” He asked. For some reason you couldn’t speak, shock still lingering in your chest. Finally you shook your head slowly, sitting up straighter as you addressed him.

“Uh no. I made that.”

Gojo ran his tongue over his teeth, blue eyes unreadable as he looked at you and then the empty cake plate.

“Oh.”

You hummed at that, gaze shifting to your hands. The air that hung between you two was awkward. Gojo seemed to be fighting between giving into his natural hatred for you and admitting he liked the cake. You waited quietly, squirming under his gaze.

“That was good.” 

Your gaze snapped up at that, a small smile making its way onto your lips. Gojo let out a small huff, annoyance flashing across his face again before it settled into a more familiar expression. 

“I like sweets on other days as well.” He scratched his cheek, gaze shifting to one of the files you had left on his desk. You snorted that, standing and carrying the other files over to him.

“Is that your way of asking for me to bake more for you?”

Gojo narrowed his eyes as he looked up at you. Snatching the files from your hand, he tossed them to the side. You leaned against the desk, refusing to back down.

The air between you two had shifted. Somehow the small cake had changed things. It wasn’t as tense, Gojo looked more relaxed.

“Maybe.” He snatched his blindfold off the desk, slipping in over his eyes before tilting his head in your direction.

“Will you be nicer to me?” It was pushing it but you had an opportunity you couldn’t let get away.

The man considered it for a moment, swiping a hand through his hair before nodding.

“I will.”

You beamed at that, feeling as though you had finally won somehow. Gojo smiled, before waving you away.

“Take the rest of today. I’ll finish up here.”

You were happy to oblige, practically bouncing your way to the door. Pausing in the doorway you flashed another smile at Gojo.

“Happy birthday.”

For some reason he flushed, turning his head away. 

“Whatever.” 

DDR

Gojo Satoru liked the arcade. Had you been told that when you first started, you would have assumed it was a lie. But having worked with him for over nine months, you knew different. Gojo was a complex man. He held an odd grudge against you. But once it began fading, you notice that for the most part, he was a rather obnoxious individual when he was around his students. 

Being dragged to an arcade after a mission was the last thing you wanted and you knew Inumaki and Yuta were exhausted.

“Just shut up.” Gojo had laughed, swiping a credit card as the arcade employee slid three game cards across the counter. You noted that the boys each got one and you were the odd duck out. 

The teenagers trudged off, both of them looking equally defeated. No doubt much like yourself, they had been expecting to be able to go home and sleep.

“You’re with me.” Gojo crooked his finger at you, marching across the arcade with a smile on his face. The smile was suspicious, but you shoved that feeling away. Gojo seemed to be making an effort to be nicer so you would accept it with as a little suspicion as possible.

You followed him, dodging the odd child here and there. Even in the dim and over stimulating arcade, he stood out. The bright neon lights flashed, colors reflecting in his snowy hair as he passed machine after machine. You were surprised when Gojo passed all the fighting games, sports games and instead went to the brightly flashing game near the back.

“DDR?” You asked incredulously as he stepped on the metallic dance pad. The man shot you an excited smile, swiping the game card. You watched as he tugged a second card from his pocket, swiping that as well.

“Gojo we just fought a special grade.”

The man tugged you onto the metal pad, jabbing the buttons on the machine. You watched as he scrolled through songs, his free hand tugging his blindfold off and shoving it in his pocket.

“Correction, Yuta fought. You sat on your ass.”

You decided not to point out that Gojo also did nothing. The man was having a rough time. Megumi’s sister had fallen into a coma. No one could explain it and no amount of money could fix the issue. You knew Gojo felt responsible, he was the one taking care of them after all.

So you complied, waiting as he picked a song. Gojo was kind, encouraging you to start as a beginner as he selected the highest level for himself.

DDR was difficult. But it was also fun.

You found yourself, sweating and breathless after just one song. But laughing. Gojo cleared each song perfectly, the man starting another round before you could register you two had finished the final song.

Wheezing, you placed your hands on your knees, watching as he scrolled through the selection. He seemed happy, truly happy. You could tell that he wasn’t thinking about the council, Tsumiki or curses. 

Was this what he was like before? You wondered, straightening as he selected the next song. No one had bothered to fill you in on the past. It wasn’t important for your job function. But you had heard snippets. Gojo had almost died, he had somehow lost his best friend and someone had died. There was a complex web spun between all of the sorcerers you worked with that occasionally spilled over into the student’s lives. You saw it affecting how the professors each acted, all of them trying to keep their students from repeating the mistakes from the past.

As the next song began, your train of thought dissolved. Gojo was insane, out of the corner of your eye you saw how fast he was moving, the man barely winded. You on the other hand, were very winded. Despite being on the easier level, Gojo seemed to be picking songs that were difficult regardless. But it was still fun.

2 plays became 3 then 4 and then another, time blending together as you kept playing.

“I DID IT!” You clapped excitedly, the screen finally reflecting back a ‘Full Combo’. An excited laugh left your mouth as Gojo suddenly lifted you, twirling for a moment. You clung to his shoulders, breathless and beaming.

He placed you back down, bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed you a massive grin.

“Again?”

You nodded eagerly, telling yourself the pounding of your heart was due to the dancing and not because how close he had been.

Exhaustion 

You paced the room, teeth scraping at the skin of your thumb. Anxiety churned violently in your stomach, making you nauseous. Faintly you could feel the presence of cursed energy, they were all fighting. Gojo, Yuta, that Todo kid, Nanami, all of their energy flickered in your range of awareness. There were others. Cursed spirits and curse users. A more sickly energy that felt like snot against your soul.

“Stay inside”’ Gojo looked serious, long fingers digging into your shoulders as he shook you. His eyes were locked on your face and you winced as his grip tightened. There was an intensity in his gaze that had unsettled you. His grip was painful and your own hands had come up, grasping his wrists.

“Do you understand me?”

You had nodded, shaking slightly as you promised you would stay. Gojo had turned to leave, then turned back, one hand already slipping the blindfold over his eyes.

“No matter what you feel, stay put.” 

You had known what he meant. This command was going against the council. They had demanded you stay at Gojo’s side, no matter how risky the mission might be. And for the most part you had been, save when Gojo was at home. But not now, not when he looked so serious.

At least you were stuck somewhere nice. Gojo had silently handed you the keys to this small apartment just a month ago. The man had looked annoyed when you thanked him, half heartedly snapping he’d take them back. You knew it was his way of apologizing for his earlier behavior. He had furnished it himself according to Megumi, the boy nodding when you had given him an incredulous look.

You let out a sigh, flopping onto the plush couch. Light gray and made of a soft material, it was nicer than anything you previously owned. You ran your nail along the seams, trying to ignore the cursed energy that twisted in the edges of your mind. It was like listening to music two apartments over. Loud enough to keep your attention but never loud enough to actually make out the sound. You were worried, still new to the jujutsu world and with no way to help. Practically a baby compared to even the students. All you could do was watch and hope.

There was a sudden swell and your head snapped up, eyes searching the night sky outside the large living room window. Yuta’s cursed energy was loud, drowning out the others you felt. You shivered at the intensity, frozen on the couch, barely daring to breathe.

And then the world was quiet. It was worse. So much worse than the cacophony of fighting. 

Did they all die? You wondered faintly, sliding off the couch to start pacing again. Did they win?

Time stretched on, the world silent as the minute ticked by. Minutes become hours and still you paced, fingers nervously twisting together. You were so exhausted, wanting sleep, but unable to do so until you knew that everyone was ok. A glance into the kitchen told you it was past 2am, the dull light of the microwaves digital clock blinking sleepy at you.

The familiar soft movement of air signifying that Gojo had arrived had you spinning around, wide eyes searching his face. 

He looked tired and beyond that, Gojo looked defeated.

“Are they ok?” You fought the panic welling in your throat, stepping closer to the man and grabbing one of his sleeves. Megumi and Yuta’s energy had been strong, but that final burst by Yuta had you worried. Gojo nodded once, blue eyes locked on the floor. Your chest felt tight and you stared up at his face, trying to read the sadness that lined his mouth.

“Nanami? Shoko?” Another nod, but the pit of anxiety didn’t dissolve. You swallowed thickly, trying to figure out why he looked so upset. Someone had died, but who?

Your question was answered almost as soon as you thought it, the man peeling his lips apart.

“My best friend is dead.”

You blinked, barely catching the words as they slid past his lips. Gojo had spoken so softly that at first you were sure you had heard wrong. But then a single tear welled in his eye, dangling from one long snowy lash before trickling down his cheek.

“Oh.” It was all you could get out, your arms coming up and wrapping the man in a hug. Shoko was fine, Nanami tolerated Gojo, so who had died?

A chill ran down your spine as a small almost forgotten thought swam to the forefront of your mind.

“Who is this?” You angled the photo album towards Shoko, finger tapping the dark haired man’s face. She glanced over her shoulder, clearly distracted. But then she paused, brow furrowing as she looked at the photo.

Your eyes went from her suddenly reserved expression back to the photo. It was clearly Shoko and Gojo as teens. They looked almost exactly the same if a tad younger. Gojo had an air of spoiled rich kid about him, something it seemed he had yet to grow out of. The man standing between them had a soft smile that didn’t reach his almost elegantly shaped eyes. His dark hair was loose. Thick locks spilling about his shoulders in a way you recognized not as carefree but as the lack of care that comes with depression.

“Suguru.” Shoko fished around in her coat, pulling a cigarette free and lighting it. You sat quietly, afraid to press her for further information. The album lay limp in your lap and you shifted slightly as the other woman drew close, flipping a page.

A different photo of the trio, all of them laughing. Genuine smiles that radiated from ear to ear. It was before the first photo you realized. Something had happened to them, changed the teens into the shells of the adults they would be one day.

Shoko stared at the photo for a moment, lost in thought as she looked at a snippet of the past. There was a hint of sadness in the lines around her eyes and mouth. Almost mournful as if she were looking at someone long dead.

“Don’t mention him to Gojo.” She finally stated, exhaled a long trail of smoke, leaning away and looking out the window. You nodded, glancing back at the photos, questions dancing in your mind. 

He was motionless and rigid in your embrace. A moment passed, then another. You held him, letting silence fill the apartment. Fingers digging into your sides, Gojo began to shake, silent sobs wracking his body. 

Gojo’s knees gave out and under his weight you crumpled to the carpeted floor with a small yelp. His arms slid around your waist, face pressing in the crook of your neck as he began sobbing. You lay beneath him, one hand petting his hair. It was uncomfortable, the hard floor pressing against your back and Gojo slotted between your thighs. The man was too tall you mused, gently patting his head as warm tears slid down the side of your neck.

His pain was ugly, choked sobs and half howls leaving his throat. He shook violently in your arms, chest heaving as he struggled with each breath.

You don’t know how long you lay there. All you knew was that the sun was starting to come up when his sobs eventually stopped. 

He sat up, eyes red rimmed and cheeks stained with tears. Gojo’s hair had blood in it you realized, the normally silky white a rusty brown in places.

“Can I use your shower?” The man didn’t acknowledge the crying session, the grief. You nodded quietly, showing him to the bathroom and handing him a new towel. There were no clothes you had that would fit him but you were sure he would be fine. 

And he was, the man emerging from the bathroom 20 minutes later, dressed in sweats and a fluffy sweater you could only assume he had teleported home for.

“Tired?” You asked, holding out your hand. He took it wordlessly, letting you lead him into the bedroom. Your bed was queen size and you hoped it would be enough space. It felt weird to worry about that as you tucked a man who was essentially your asshole boss into your bed. 

Gojo let you, burrowing under the covers much like a kid might.

Turning off the bedroom light, you muttered a curse and closed the blinds as well. It was past dawn now, you had been up for over 24 hours. 

Sliding under the covers, you squirmed for a moment until you were comfortably facing away from him, doing your best to give him space.

You didn’t know why he had come to you of all people. Out of everyone, you half expected Nanami or Ijichi to be above you on Gojo’s list of people he would go to for help. You supposed this was different. It was a moment of weakness to some. 

An arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You stiffened for a moment before allowing Gojo to spoon you. He was warm and smelled like your shampoo. 

“Is this alright?” 

You murmured that it was, trying not to squirm at the odd feeling of limitless buzzing against your skin. He let out a small sigh, warm breath tickling your neck.

Exhaustion set in quickly after. Between the stress of the day and the warmth of Gojo behind you, sleep took you in a matter of moments.

Fighting

You didn’t know why you had been tasked with watching the trio. Gojo had been dragged off on a business trip, the man telling you to accompany the kids on the next mission. You had pushed for anyone else to do so, ignoring Gojo’s teasing that you wanted to spend time with him. He was so casual about such a serious issue. 

A cursed womb was growing at the Eishu detention center. You could feel it from outside. It was a different energy than you were used to, one that slid beneath your skin and licked at your soul with a poison tongue. If Gojo was here, you would have been fine, this was a level of energy he could handle. But the trio?

Even with Sukuna woven into Yuji’s very being, you knew better than to trust the demon. He was powerful, sure. But you had a feeling he would rather watch all of you die than do anything as human as helping.

Ijichi looked as stressed as you felt. The man turned to you as the kids stumbled out of the car, fiddling with his glasses.

“Something’s off about this mission.” The small man looked pale, sweat standing out along the side of his face. You nodded, your gaze sliding over to Yuji. It wasn’t something you needed to voice out loud. Both you and Ijichi knew this mission was given to them in the hopes that the spirit would kill Yuji. A smaller and even less pleasant realization was this was a good way to also get rid of you. 

The council was never subtle. Each mission, each action taken by them so heavy handed that you wondered how any of them slept at night. What you didn’t like was the addition of Nobara and Megumi. You assumed that was the council just trying to add to Gojo’s mental anguish when this all went sideways.

“I’ll lower a curtain whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, motioning to the trio. There was a small crowd outside the walls and as you passed, Yuji stopped suddenly, a woman grabbing his sleeve.

“Please, my son.” Tears streamed down her face, “Please his name is Tadashi.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as Yuji reassured the woman. He was so optimistic, the boy had somehow maintained a kind soul despite Sukuna polluting his existence.

With a sigh, you nodded to Ijichi, heading inside with the trio.

Everything went wrong. Inside the jail had been twisted and changed. Despite you having made the decision to take the lead and be the adult in the situation, you had found yourself silent. There was an air inside the detention center that seemed to spread a poison to your very soul.  The prisoners were just as twisted as the building. Something had changed them, made them look no longer human. It smelled foul as well and you weren’t sure if it was the bodies or the spirit itself.

The kids had been arguing, distracted and everything had exploded into a flurry of movement. You had felt the spirit a second before it appeared. The small warning did nothing for you, the words had barely formed in your mind before one of Megumi’s demon dogs was killed.

Blood spattered the broken concrete and your warning slipped out, half formed.

“WATCH O-” 

You didn’t know what the FUCK that thing was but you wanted nothing to do with it. Nobara had gotten whisked away, you only managed to keep the boys together by grabbing their sleeves.

Almost immediately you regretted it, a part of you wished they had both been sent away and it was just you staring this creature down.

It smacked you, sending you flying across the room. Your back and ribs erupted in pain and you lay stunned, unable to breathe like a fish out of water.

The boys jumped into action, as futile as it was. They were yelling at each other, Yuji being adamant and loud over Megumi’s quieter retorts. You lay stock still, unsure what to do. Your ability had worked once, never manifesting in training despite Gojo’s many attempts to kill you. He never did of course, always stopping right before his punch or kick would land. And sure you had been shown basic combat. But while you were getting decent at it, without putting cursed energy into it, at most you could take down an average sized man. 

Not curses.

You blinked once and Yuji’s hand was lying next to you. Megumi was missing and you hoped it meant he had run.

“SENSEI RUN.” Yuji screamed, pummeling the creature with his one good hand. It pulled you back into the moment and you shuddered. Inaction clung to you, the cursed energy pressing into your skin, suffocating you. There was nothing you could do and utter despair filled you.

The curse sent Yuji flying, the boy breaking through the concrete wall behind you.

Then there was one. You dragged yourself upright, wheezing as your ribs protested. Strangely enough, the curse didn’t even spare you a glance, walking past you as if you didn’t exist.

You turned, staring after it as it headed straight for Yuji. There was a wave of curse energy, exploding out from the special grade. You were knocked back, air stolen from your lungs once again. Beneath the dull hum of energy and the ringing in your ears,  faintly you could hear Yuji screaming.

“Don’t wanna die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE.” 

The words stilled your heart and suddenly, the world was quieter. Like a hand was pressed over your ears, dulling the world. It was your ability, you weren’t sure how or why it activated and you didn’t care. 

Null was weaker this time, you could still see the curse and its energy was faintly pushing back against your own. Pushing yourself upright, you ran towards Yuji, praying Null would hold.

The boy had collapsed against one wall, his remaining hand shredded, fingers turned to broken nubs. He was shaking, panting as he threw you a bewildered look. There was a howl that resounded down the hallway, Megumi giving some sort of signal. You ignored it, hauling Yuji to his feet and tugging him past the curse.

Null was weakening and at your guess you had less than a minute.

“JUST RUN.” You snapped, pushing the boy again. Yuji opened his mouth to protest but you shoved him again.

The cursed energy was slowly growing back to its normal level. Fear and anxiety tangled in your stomach, the urge to flee overwhelming. But you were the adult in this situation. You had to buy Yuji time to flee.

“I’ve got it.” You shot him a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes, turning to face the curse. Yuji’s footsteps began to fade and you braced yourself as the special grade turned to face you.

It was confused. You were insignificant, barely giving any curse energy off. That’s why it had ignored you. At its glance you were nothing but a regular human, not worth a fight, not when that boy carrying the ultimate curse was around to absorb.  But there you were, suddenly sucking in all the cursed energy around you. Like a black hole.

The curse spirit was hesitant to approach you and that gave you time. You willed Null to come back, trying to recreate the panic that Yuji’s scream had created. Nothing happened.

In the moment when you did nothing, the spirit’s hesitation dissolved.

It was before you in a second, one large hand whipping out and smacking into your chest. 

There was a second where you realized you were flying into a wall and then darkness took you.

When you awoke the first thing you registered was pain. It sat heavy in your chest, burning up into your throat. You opened your eyes slowly, each lid sticking slightly as if glued together. 

The room around you was so white it was painful to look at. Sunlight streamed in, bright and cheerful in a way that made your headache.

It took a moment for you to register why you had passed out. Panic flooded you as the memories hit, the curse spirit and Yuji’s broken body. 

You bolted upright, ignoring a sudden wave of dizziness as you launched yourself out of bed. 

“Hey now.” An arm wrapped around your waist, catching you as you fell. Satoru had apparently been sitting at your bedside, the man tossing the manga he had been reading aside.

You clung to his arm, still trying to make your way to the door.

“The kids.” You rasped, throat burning with each word. Satoru sat you back in the bed, pulling the blankets from where they had fallen.

“They're fine.” He paused, the black sunglasses perched on his nose sliding down a fraction, showing you one shiny blue eye. “Well. Yuji is fine. Megumi thinks he’s dead.” 

You gave him an incredulous look, mind reeling from his admission. Gojo nudged you, sliding onto the bed with a sigh.

“Took some money to pull it off.” Satoru shrugged, “But only you, me, Yaga, Shoko, Nanami and Ijichi know.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, deciding that now was not the time to question him. A migraine was forming, mixing with the ache in your chest.

“You used your ability.” Satoru hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him. You nodded, letting him lean in and kiss you. His lips were soft against yours, Satoru kissing you as if you might break. It felt like a real possibility.

He thread his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. When he pulled away your head felt like it was swimming.

“It didn’t work like last time.” You mumbled, pressing a hand against your left eye in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing pressure that sat behind it.

“What set it off?.” Satoru shifted, slipping his arm around your waist and holding you closer. You rested your head on his chest trying to recall the moment. The hand in your hair was lulling you to sleep, the comforting action helping with the pain in your head for some reason. You thought of Yuji’s screams again, a shiver running down your spine.

“Yuji.”

Satoru was silent, one hand toying with your hair as he thought. You watched his face, noting the distant look in his eyes. Satoru glanced down at you, blue eyes barely visible behind his glasses.

“Extreme panic brings it on?” He let out a small laugh, “Incredibly unreliable.”

You weren’t sure it was panic that triggered it. But you didn’t have the energy to argue, instead lifting yourself slightly and planting a kiss on his lips. Satoru smiled, deepening the kiss with a small grunt. The room was quiet, and you sighed as you pulled away.

“Oh yeah.” Satoru had a smile on his face that spelled trouble, “I sorta freaked out when they found you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pulling away further and sitting up. He remained relaxed against the pillows. With one finger he slid his glasses down his nose, blue eyes glittering as he stared at you.

“Shoko was barely able to get you back together.” Satoru shrugged, “And I might’ve let it slip that we mess around. In front of Megumi.”

You shot him a glare, one hand coming up to prod at the tender flesh of your chest. It did feel as if you had been stapled back together. The simple slap from the special grade was enough to almost kill you.

“They did this on purpose didn’t they.” 

He knew you meant the council, giving you a nod. Satoru’s face was grim.

“I’m going to make them regret it.” 

Grin

“I have a feeling you are about to ruin my day.” You barely looked up from your desk (his desk). Satoru stood next to you, rocking on his heel, a massive grin plastered on his face. That grin meant only one thing, trouble.

The files spread before you were all half finished. If there was one thing the perfect Gojo was bad at, it was paperwork. At least you were used to taking care of files. Being able to actually complete something made you feel a little less useless.

“I need to prevent another execution.” Satoru looked so smug, the grin so wide you thought it might split his face in half. You looked up from the paperwork, brow furrowing. He didn’t need you for that and he certainly didn’t need to look so manic.

“Wha-” Your question was cut short as he teleported the two of you. Staggering, you internally groaned as you realized he had pulled you into a council meeting. The elders were equally surprised, a quiet murmur of outrage rippling through their ranks.

“I am requesting a halt on the execution of Yuji Itadori.” Gojo looked around the room, his hand still wrapped around your bicep. 

They all objected, speaking over each other. Thinly veiled threats and insults were thrown out. They were afraid you realized. So much more than when Yuta had been up for execution.

“He’s a vessel of Sukuna, we MUST eradicate him.”

“You ask for madness, Yuji Itadori is a threat to all of society.” 

“This is too far even for you.”

Satoru stood, one hand in his pocket, still grinning. You stared at him from the corner of your eye, wondering what he was planning.

“Give him the option to eat all of fingers. Then we kill him.” Satoru waited as another round of protests started up.

“If you don’t. I’ll just kill everyone here.” He shrugged and the elders erupted in an out pour of rage. You knew he could do it, you just didn’t know why you were here. Gojo could threaten a bunch of old idiots just fine by himself.

“You. You must use Null. End Gojo’s madness.” A Counsilman to your left snapped, hidden by the stupid screens they all sat behind. You stared for a moment, the pieces falling in place. Gojo had brought you here to show them that the one thing they had secretly been banking on, was useless.

“Um.” You paused, noting that the room grew quiet as you spoke up. “I’m with Gojo on this one.”

You cringed internally, half expecting to be struck down where you stood. The Counsilman who had given you the command sputtered, half formed word spilling from his lips as he struggled with your answer.

“Stop him!” Another person snapped. You felt your irritation rise. Being bossed around by Gojo was one thing. You witnessed him risking life and limb nearly every day to keep order in Japan. To some extent he had the right to be an asshole. But these old idiots sat around all day, resting on the names of their ancestors as if they shared in the accomplishments of old.

“No.” You huffed, shooting a glare at the screen. They didn’t know you actually couldn’t stop the man. Gojo had been very careful in not letting it slip that you were in fact useless. But you weren’t about to reveal that hand to them. Better for you to ride it out. A happy Gojo meant a happy you. 

In less than 5 minutes, the council relented. They were angry, telling Gojo it would be his head if anything went wrong. He had laughed it off, teleporting you away again.

“You are going to be killed if you keep it up.” You grumbled, rubbing your bicep. His grip mixed with the odd buzz of limitless made your skin feel itchy. You noted that he had taken you to his apartment rather than the teachers lounge. It would take 20 minutes to get back by train and you sighed at the prospect of not getting the files done till late. Turning to chide him, you stopped, frozen by the manic look in his eyes.

Satoru’s lips were suddenly on yours. You squeaked in surprise, hands coming up to his chest, fingers digging into his jacket. Pressed against the hallway, his thigh slipped between yours, the man caging you in with his arms. Limitless tickled your lips, his soft warmth making you lean into the sensation rather than away as you tended to.

Satoru’s kisses were fast, teeth clicking against yours as your mouth opened. He tasted sweet, tongue sliding along yours, teasingly lapping at your teeth. Your mind was reeling, small gasps making their way through the air as Satoru roughly kissed you.

The ends of his snowy hair tickled your face, the man cupping your cheek with one hand. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, swaying as you leaned into the kiss.

Satoru pulled away, licking his lips as he tugged the blindfold from his face. Your legs were like jelly, your core soaking wet from something as simple as kisses. He smirked at you, taking in the red tint to your lips and shaking breaths.

Satoru was like a god, a cocky and ambivalent god and now his attention was on you. It felt odd and in the back of your mind you knew you shouldn’t sleep with him. 

But what was the harm in one time?

Satoru tugged you down the hallway, large hands peeling layers from himself. You followed suit, leaving a trail of your clothing down the hallway until you were in his room, shivering and bare. Like the rest of his penthouse apartment, large windows showed the city below. The sun was already setting, gold light throwing shadows over your skin and the minimalist bed behind you.

Satoru paused, brilliant blue eyes raking over your form. It felt as though he were looking at your very soul. You shivered under his gaze, allowing yourself to stare at him. He was sculpted perfectly, each muscle textbook, his limbs as long as they were reminding you more of a willow tree than a spider. You flushed slightly as you took in the pale trail of hair that led from his belly button to his stiff cock.

Of course Satoru was big. The man had the ego to match and the arrogance that fit someone as well endowed as he was. You would have laughed at the realization if you didn’t feel like you were being stared down by a panther.

And then he was on you. With a gasp you fell back on the large bed, Satoru kissing you harshly, large hands tugging your thighs open. You shuddered, squirming beneath him as limitless touched you. It was too much, the buzzing along your skin overstimulating as he pressed against you. 

Satoru had been surprised when you mentioned you could feel it. Even more surprised when you explained the odd buzzing itchiness it caused.

As if he could read your thoughts he pulled back and you let out a noise of surprise as Gojo turned limitless off.

“That’s not safe!” You tried to sit up, only for the man to push you back onto the bed. Satoru had a wild look in his eyes that told you he did not care. 

“You said you don’t like how it feels.” Satoru leaned in, licking the side of your neck. His breath was warm against your ear, the man nibbling at the soft flesh, “I want you to enjoy this.”

It was a surprising statement. In the small moments that you had allowed yourself to see him as beautiful, you had mused that Satoru would be a selfish lover. It just seemed his speed, the man being so incredibly distant with everyone, putting on that childish facade.

The man above you seemed alien. Pale hair tickled your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck, biting your breast as he passed in on his way lower. You shivered as warm breath brushed against the wet juncture of your thighs. 

Satoru looked at you from beneath snowy lashes, large hands coming up and pining your thighs open.  He was teasing you, that big grin back on his face as he watched you squirm. 

His head dipped down, tongue flicking out to lick a stripe along your folds. Satoru let out a small huff, pressing his tongue flat against your clit.

You whined at his actions and then gasped as he slid two fingers within you.

“A little warning next time!” You panted you, back arching as he curled the fingers with you. Satoru’s fingers were long and the man was easily able to reach your G-spot, relentlessly pushing into you as he lapped at your folds. The man merely laughed, the sound humming against your clit as he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves. You moaned, head falling back into the pillows, hips rocking against his fingers as he pumped them into your warm heat.

Satoru nipped and sucked at your clit, relentless in his actions. Lips wrapping around the small budd, he curled his fingers just so, gently fucking into you at a steady rhythm. Your hips canted against his face, moans filling the room as you moved against his face. 

You were close, so close. The tight ribbon of pleasure drawn taught in your stomach. You hastened your hips thrusting, chasing your release.

He paused, looking at your panting and shivering form. You gave him a disappointed moan, shooting a confused look at the man. Satoru grinned. You realized what he was about to do a second before he did. Your half gasped ‘don’t’ barely left your lips as he turned Limitless back on. The odd buzz hit you from both his fingers and his tongue and you came undone.

Arching off the bed you let out a long moan, hips rutting against his hand and mouth as you came. Your walls fluttered and squeezed his fingers, thighs shaking about his head as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers.

“Yo-you ass.” You gasped, lying limp against the bed sheets. It wasn’t true irritation, more shock than anything. You didn’t think the man would ever do something like that. Hell you had never thought the technique could be used for anything but keeping him safe. 

“You like it.” Satoru laughed, shuffling up the bed and pressing a kiss to your lips. You accepted it, twining your arms around his shoulders, allowing your legs to fall open wider to accommodate his hips. His cock was stiff against your thigh, a thin trail of precum dripping onto your hip.

Limitless was off thankfully and you sighed as he lined himself up.

The grin was back and you found yourself smiling up at him. 

“Fuck.” He hissed as he pushed himself in, gritting his teeth as he bottomed out inside you. Air left you in a small whoosh and you gasped, hands moving to his biceps in an attempt to still the man. Your walls fluttered about him, struggling to accommodate the man. Satoru was large, almost painfully so. You shuddered, beneath him, inhaling quietly as you willed yourself to relax. He was surprisingly patient, blue eyes searching your face with mild concern until you gave him a small nod.

Satoru snapped his hips into yours, the man letting out a low grunt as he set a fast pace. You clung to him, feeling over-stimulated. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, mercilessly pumpling into your wet heat as Satoru chased his own end. He wasn’t concerned with your pleasure, the man let out low moans of pleasure in your ear. You hooked your legs around his back in an attempt to steady yourself, canting your hips upwards and matching his pace. 

The man was relentless, pressing into you roughly, each thrust bruising in its force. He shifted, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he gripped your hips with both hands. Satoru let out small moans, his thrusting becoming more and more erratic as he neared his release. You whined beneath him, the over stimulation becoming almost too much to bear.

“FUCK.” He snapped, hips snapping into yours a final time, his warm release flooding you.

For a moment you lay, panting, staring at the high ceiling of his apartment. 

Satoru rolled off you, trotting to the bathroom. You sat up, looking at the mess spilling from between your thighs.

“Did…Did you cum in me?” You gasped. Satoru poked his head out from around the doorway, blue eyes going from your face to your thighs.

“I’ll get you plan B.” He shrugged, “It was a one time thing, my bad.”

You sputtered at that, sitting up and gingerly rolling off the bed. Your hips ached and you winced as you took a step towards the trail of clothing you had left in his hallway.

My bad. The man was a child. You huffed angrily, pulling your clothes on and stomping from the apartment. The door slammed behind you with a satisfying noise.

It was only when you were a block away did you realize your purse was still in the office and you had no way to get home without the infuriating man.

Hungry

“I’m hungry” You sighed, pressing a hand against your stomach, leaning forward slightly. The pressure did little to help the deep ache. It had been at least 8 hours since you last ate. Looking back you regretted not having more than a bit of toast.

At your side Satoru shushed you, his gaze intently set on the phone in his hand. He was playing a stupid game, thumbs flying across the screen as he matched sets of little cute characters. You rolled your eyes, squinting up at the sliver of sky that peeked out from between the trees that surrounded you.

The pair of you were stuck on a mission. The kids were training, Shoko was busy and Gojo had gotten restless. So Yaga sent the two of you off, with the not at all subtle warning that the mission was business and not for pleasure. An embarrassing statement given to you in front of Megumi and Nobara. Both of which thankfully had the decency to pretend they didn’t hear.

“I think you being here has it hiding.” You muttered, shifting again in an attempt to ignore the pain in your stomach. 

“Curses don’t hide.” Satoru finally looked up from his phone, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. You resisted the urge to tell him that if you were a curse you would hide. Satoru was already being an ass, you didn’t want to stroke his ego.

“I know you can fight on nothing but a can of soda and bubble gum, but I need food.” You stood, wincing as your knees creaked. The two of you had been sitting for so long your joints felt ancient.

“You won’t be fighting.” Satoru pointed out, standing and shoving his phone back in his pocket. He turned without a word, marching back the way you two had come so many hours ago. You made a face at his back, stomping after him. The woods were starting to grow dark, the sun setting quietly. It was pretty, the deep shadows making the trees go soft around the edges.

The walk was silent but quick, the two of you back in civilization within 15 minutes.

“You head to our room, I’ll get takeout.” Satoru flicked his keycard at you and you caught it, gratefully hurrying towards the small hotel Yaga had booked. You paused, turning to glance as he walked towards the main street.

“Nothing too sweet!!” You yelled after him, sighing as he flipped you off over his shoulder. 

Making your way to the room, you let yourself in. Satoru should be gone for a bit and despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach, you wanted a shower. Sitting beneath the trees made you feel dusty and stiff.

Quickly stripping, you stepped into the rather large bathroom. It was plain, simple white tile and toilet with a large clear glass shower. 

“This is too much.” You muttered, turning the shower on and sighing at the THREE shower heads. You had a feeling Satoru had either booked the room or demanded Yaga find something so ridiculous. Stepping under the warm multi stream, you hummed to yourself.

“Maybe not.” The shower felt heavenly. Warm water from all sides, it made lathering soap a challenge but you didn’t get cold.

You let yourself relax

“I knew you’d like it.” Satoru was smirking as he leaned against the glass door. His figure was blurry, the steam thankful providing some cover. You glared at him, turning your back as you went for the shampoo.

“I had Yaga book the most romantic room.” 

You could hear his clothing hit the floor, the glass shower door sliding open. A brief draft of chilly air hit you and you sighed.

“You said it was a one time thing, Gojo.” You kept your voice clipped, pushing ice and sharpness into your words.

His hands slid onto your waist, chilled fingers sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know I did. But.” He paused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You could see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. Water flattened his hair, rivulets running down his face and catching on his long eyelashes. His long fingers were splayed against your hips, unmoving as he waited for you to respond.

You stared at the shampoo bottle in your hands, letting the man press against you. Satoru was warm, his much taller frame practically swallowing yours from behind.

“You hate me.” You finally allowed yourself to speak. It wasn’t true and you knew it. Gojo’s nastiness when you had initially met had been because of the council. You were just unfortunately the easiest target for his ire.

The man shifted, pressing his lips to your shoulder. It hid his bright eyes from your gaze. You waited, not wanting to press him.

“I’m sorry.” Satoru’s voice was soft as he pulled away. You turned, looking up at him in mild surprise.

“I didn’t think you knew how to apologize.” You teased, offering him the shampoo bottle. Satoru took it with a smirk. 

“You know I can be sweet.” He wiggled his eyebrows with the statement, making you laugh and smack his shoulder. Satoru lathered his hair, shooting you a quizzical look as you stared up at him.

“What happened to it just being a one time thing? To being fuck buddies.” You gestured at the large shower. “This is a bit romantic for that.” 

Satoru paused, the sudsy water running down his chest. He seemed for once, unsure what to say. You picked up the shampoo for where he had left it, scrunching your nose at the incredibly sweet smell that left the bottle. Vanilla, brown sugar and syrup all mixed together in a potent sludge. You shuddered slightly as you worked it through your hair, waiting for Satoru’s response.

“Shoko is one of the only women I am close to. She’s a good friend. Only a friend.” Satoru paused, one hand slowly massaging his scalp as he stared down at you.

“I don’t have time for dating. No interest in heirs or a wife like my family wants.”

He shrugged, tilting his head back and letting the water run over his face. You quietly continued washing yourself, not wanting to interrupt him finally opening up. Satoru sighed, shifting to look back down at you.

“I am hesitant to officially start anything because it may end with your death.”

You flinched at that, brow furrowing as you opened your mouth to question him. Satoru stopped you before you could, one hand pressing gently against your lips.

“I am the current head of the Gojo clan. Since I was born there have been countless bounties on my head.”

Satoru offered you a small shrug at your look of horror. He seemed unbothered, as if he were discussing the weather with you. 

“If I officially date or enter an arranged marriage, some of those bounties shift.”

The hand on your mouth slid down, Satoru lightly wrapping his fingers around your throat.

“You would be used to hurt me, to get me to use my powers for whoever held you.” 

You shivered at his words, one hand coming up to caress his wrist. It was sad. A man who stood on the top of the world and had no one. Even his closest friends were held at an extreme distance.

“We can keep it a secret.” You offered quietly. Satoru hummed at that, his hand dropping from your throat.

“We can try.” Was all he had to offer, a small smile on his face. You nodded once, heart fluttering in your chest slightly. 

“Food is getting cold.” He pinched your waist, tugging you from the shower and offering you a big fluffy towel. You wrapped it about yourself gratefully, sneezing once as the chill of the hotel settled against your skin.

“Please tell me you found something good.” Now out of the shower, your hunger was reinvigorated, your stomach growling loudly as you followed him back to the beds. Satoru shrugged, tightening the towel about his waist and gesturing at the spread he had laid across one bed. Udon, tacos, pasta, pizza, sushi and various pastries. All laid out in neat little containers. You almost moaned when you saw the food, mouth watering as you hurried to the bed.

“Couldn’t decide so I got a bit of everything.” Satoru tossed you a pair of chopsticks, the man immediately going for an eclair. You ignored the sweets, picking up one of the tacos and cramming it into your mouth. Flavor erupted across your tongue and you chewed quickly before snagging another. It was rude but you didn’t care, tugging one of the armchairs from the little seating area over to the bed. Your hair dripped onto your shoulders and back sending a chill down your spine. 

“Maybe the curse was hiding.” Satoru mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. You shot him a questioning look, a slice of pizza halfway to your mouth.

“It was probably afraid you’d eat it.” He chortled, gasping as you hurled a cupcake at him. Satoru caught it with ease, shooting you a wink before cramming it in his mouth. You rolled your eyes, biting into the pizza slice.

It tasted like heaven. Relaxing in the armchair you ate quietly, mulling over what Satoru had told you. 

What kind of life was it, to know you and your family would be forever hunted? 

Idiot

“He’s an idiot.” Utahime huffed. You offered the other woman a short nod, unsure of how to respond. Gojo was of course the cause of her irritation. Utahime was always upset with him and part of you wondered if she went out of her way to find a reason to be pissed. In the past year you had only seen the woman twice and each time she seemed more and more irritated not only with him but you as well. You knew it was all because you had the gall to defend Gojo, the ultimate crime, on your first meeting.

“Fucking asshole.” 

You jumped as the strange sorcerer kicked the subway wall, the woman hopping on one foot as she massaged the other. Anger radiated off her, practically filling the empty subway with her cursed energy. 

Utahime did not act at all how she presented herself. The soft garments of a shrine maiden were merely a shell over the rough edges of the sorcerer. You flinched as her cold gaze met yours, shivering as she took a step towards you. She was completely ignoring the cause of her ire, the tall man pouting next to her.

“Don’t you agree?” Her steely gaze was locked on your face, arms crossed as she waited for your answer.

Utahime was mad because per usual, Gojo ignored protocol. The simple joint school mission the pair of you had been sent on was almost immediately sidetracked by the appearance of a special grade. Of course the man couldn’t resist, making a bee-line to the curse and eradicating it. That meant he ignored all regulations, failed to inform the Kyoto school headmaster and created a mess he didn’t have to clean.

You had come here to learn about Utahime’s ability. It was as close to yours as anyone figured you would get. But now with Gojo’s actions, she was refusing to open up. It was slightly irritating and paired with her attitude towards the man, you were a bit frustrated.

Everything went back to Gojo. All the thorns in your side and headaches were usually caused by him.

But what little you had learned, he sort of had the right to act as he did. You loathed to admit it, but the man was powerful and deadly accurate. The council even begrudgingly admitted the fact.

“I mean.” You cleared your throat, looking at your shoes. Utahime’s glare burned a hole through your skull and you tensed as you continued.

“He is but, he’s earned it?” A question, not a statement and you cringed as Gojo let out a triumphant laugh. A glance upwards told you that your response had landed you squarely on Utahime’s shit list.

She was staring at you out of the corner of her eye. Suspicion was stamped across her face. You tried to ignore it, leading her to the mainroom the teachers would view the Goodwill Event from. Before you could slide the door open, a hand was on your wrist.

Utahime stepped close, eyes narrowing as she sized you up. Her eyebrows shot up and a look of pure shock and disgust crossed her face.

“He’s fucking you isn’t he?”

Your mouth dropped at that, cheeks flushing as you began sputtering. She was so blunt about it and smug. Utahime stepped back with a scoff, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“I suppose if you want a man child as a hook up thats fine.”

Judgment dripped from every word and you could practically feel it exuding from her pores.

“Careful there.” You jumped as an arm slid around your waist, relaxing as you realized it was the idiot in question. Satoru looked incredibly happy and you sighed.

“You scarred them for life didn’t you.”

“I brought their friend back from the dead.” He protested, pinching your waist as he stepped away, flinging the door to the room open. The man let out a loud laugh, spinning into the room with a flourish. You sighed, making a face behind his back.

“See. Idiot.” Utahime hissed, stomping into the room.

She wasn’t wrong. There were times when his arrogance bordered on stupidity. But he was your idiot.

Not that you would admit that to him. Satoru was smug enough as it was, you didn’t need to add to his ego more than you already had.

Jab

You ignored the sharp jab to your side, shifting slightly to avoid the next one. Behind you, Satoru shifted closer, his knee pressing into the back of your thigh as he leaned in.

“Move it.” The words tickled your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, trying to move your lips as little as possible.

The man was bored and acting out, totally ignoring the elder who spoke before the small gathering. Yes the woman was speaking in the flattest monotone you had ever heard. And yes it was all just formality, a fancy speech that did nothing to rid the curse you could feel slithering about the old forest miles away.

But it was their village, their rituals and their village elder. Yaga had already briefed the two of you on this and despite being forewarned, Satoru was still acting like a child. Part of you wished you had been kept from the mission. That Gojo still hated you so you could avoid his child-like mask.

Another jab. You let out a small huff, sneaking your hand behind you and grabbing the offending finger. The familiar buzz of limitless hit you, running along the skin of your hand and up your elbow. Satoru shifted slightly, a noise of annoyance leaving his lips.

“We ask that you rest before going after the demon.” The village elder was now staring straight at your tormenter, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke. While she had been speaking, the sun had set, the chill of night settling over the small village.

“It is strong and has killed many.” With a trembling hand she gestured to a small cabin at the edge of the village. It stood outcast, squarely between the start of the forest and the end of the village.

“That house has been prepared for you and your wife.”

Your eyebrow twitched at that and you squeezed Satoru’s finger as hard as you could to stop him from laughing. It never ceased to amaze you just how stuck in their ways the elders of villages were. 6 missions in and you had yet to not be labeled as the white haired sorcerer’s wife. 

“Thank you for your kindness.” You quipped, quickly bowing and tugging Satoru to follow you. He did so without complaint, snickering quietly as you trudged to the small house. You were painfully aware of half the village watching as you did so. 

“Such a diligent wife.” Satoru teased, moving ahead of you to slide the door open.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, pushing past him and into the cool home. Winter’s chill bit at your skin, the small home had no fireplace to speak of. It was just an eating room and a bedroom.

“I think sacrifices used to live here.” 

You turned, throwing Satoru a questioning look. He pointed to the ceiling and you paled at the strange talismans that were carved into the moldering wood. It was old writing, barely legible, but you could still make out some of the prayers.

Good Harvest.

Boy Child.

Rain.

Full Stomach.

Anxiety twisted in your stomach and you bit your lip as you tried to recall the elder’s boring speech. Something about being sent a gift, about a brighter year to come. Words you had assumed were their hopes of having the curse eradicated.

“It's a trap.” Satoru shuffled over to the futon, flopping onto it without a care. He was too tall for it, his feet hanging off the edge. The man hadn’t bothered taking his shoes off, pointedly ignoring polite behavior. You followed suit, sitting beside him. Tucking your knees to your chest, you rested your chin, letting out a sigh.

“You can take it down right?” 

Satoru snorted, shifting his glasses to stare at you with one bright blue eye.

“All this time and you still doubt me?”  He pouted at you, reaching over and jabbing you in the side. You huffed at that, then froze as a ripple of curse energy hit you. The beastly curse was moving closer.

“It knows we’re here.” You whispered, shifting closer to the man. Satoru hummed, shifting to his elbows. His glasses had slid to the end of his nose and you shivered as his intense gaze swept around the room.

“This house might be part of it.”

“WHAT?” You clamped a hand over your mouth as the shriek left you. Horror churned in your stomach, your heart thundering in your ears as you felt the curse move even faster.

“Relax.” Satoru tugged you down next to him, one arm sliding about your waist. You opened your mouth to tell him you would NOT relax, when you felt the familiar tug of teleportation.

“FUCK!” You yelped, clinging to the arm about your waist. Satoru had pulled the two of you above the small hut. You gasped as a massive, slithering black shape slammed into the side of the house, squirming through one of the windows. A thin trail was left behind, the ooze twitching like maggots on the dry dirt.

“Weird.” Satoru sighed, tugging his glasses off and flinging them aside. You watched them disappear into the night, sighing as you knew after this, the man would have you looking for them.

A howl resounded below you and you watched in horror as the oozing mass wriggled from the house, barreling towards the village. Satoru hummed, watching it go with a look of mild disinterest.

“It’s going to kill them.” Your nails sunk deeper into the fabric of his sleeve. The curse was almost at the first house, the trail of sludge left behind slowly squirming after it.

“They were going to let us die.” Satoru had a look on his face, one you hadn’t seen before. It scared you, a look so apathetic it bordered on cruel.

“Satoru, it's going to kill them.” You snapped, squirming in his grasp. He was several feet above the ground and you knew a fall from this height could kill you. But you needed him to move, needed the look to leave his face.

There was a scream, high and faint as it was whisked away by the wind. 

“SATORU.” You yelled, pounding your fists against his arm, willing him to move. Willing null to activate for just a second. The sound of his name seemed to spur him into action and you gasped as suddenly you were on the ground.

The world spun around you and you fell backwards as you lost your fight against his teleportation. Faintly, you could hear the sounds of fighting, screaming. There were prayers as well. All of them muffled as you retched.

You didn’t know why it was affecting you so badly this time. Normally you could swallow the odd sensation. You swiped a shaking hand against your mouth, sighing as you turned to see a village in shambles.

Satoru stood in the middle of it, steely gaze sweeping over the trembling villagers who watched him in a mix of awe and terror. He had killed their strange god and destroyed half the buildings around him in the process. You noted that the little cursed hut remained intact, although it looked more aged, as if the years had finally caught up to it.

“Entertain another curse like that and it won’t be just the houses I destroy.” Satoru snapped. You shivered as he appeared before you, the man roughly pulling you to his side. As you were tugged through to the next location, you swore you saw a tear fall from his snowy lashes. 

When you returned to the school campus, Shoko had pulled you aside, asking how Satoru had seemed. You told her what happened, giving her a questioning look when she seemed to deflate. 

“It's nothing. Just the anniversary of a bad time for the both of us.” Was all she would say.

Knife

“When you activate null, use this.” Naoya Zen’in held out his hand, the large knife balanced perfectly on his palm. The blade was odd, curved in multiple places like a snake. It shone a soft silvery white, looking more like it was made from a shiny fabric than any metal. The blade stood in stark contrast with the deep burgundy hilt. The burgundy seemed to be an odd lacquer, bits of the same silver peeking out here and there. It looked a bit like a dragon’s head, sharp details sticking out here and there.

Made sense,  You thought dully. The council had told you to retrieve the ‘Dragon’s Fang’.

It had been 3 months since you entered the world of Jujutsu sorcerer. 3 months since your normal life ended and the drudgery of being Gojo’s assistant began. 

“He can still fight without his powers.” You murmured, staring at the shimmering blade. It was special, held in the large armory the Zen’in family watched over. Super secret unless of course you were a Zen’in or listened to gossip in the sorcerer world. Despite the family’s reclusive and in your opinion, incestous lifestyle, information still slithered from their estate. You had a feeling some of it was intentional, the family throwing their weight around while trying to come across as more elite than other clans. It honestly annoyed you, it was bad enough that you were looked down upon for messing with other sorcerers powers a few months back, but now with the Zen’ins? It was a whole other level of snubbing.

The council had sent you to the Zen’in estate with no notice. You weren’t sure what Gojo had done, but they were pissed, practically shaking as they demanded you follow their orders.

It wasn’t the quietly spoken “if he goes rouge, take him down”. No this time it felt like an assassination order. 

Entering the estate had only added to that feeling. The servants only had sharp looks and silent pointing as they guided you from the entrance to Naoya. He was even worse, the man flashing you a smile you knew he thought was charming and you thought was akin to a serial killer.

“Yeah but even if you die you’ve still done us a service.” He followed the chilling words with another horrible smile. You shuddered, slowly reaching up to grab the knife.

Your plan had been to avoid touching the man, but Naoya was quick. His free hand came up, quickly trapping your own hand in his grasp.

You suppressed the urge to yank your hand from his grasp, trying to offer him a polite smile.

“You know.” The man moved closed, the sleeves of his haori brushing against your arms. There was barely any space between the two of you and you winced as the position angled your wrists painfully.

“If you do survive, I’m in need of a wife.”

There was a moment of silence, the man leering down at you. 

“I uh. What?” Was all you could manage. A mixture of amusement and rage twisted in your  chest. Jujitsu sorcerers seemed to all have issues with ego, the surety with which they carried themselves borderline narcissistic. 

“Well, your ability might be useless after Gojo is gone. But having a wife who was strong enough to take down that sorry excuse for a sorcerer. Well.” 

He laughed sharply, fingers digging into your hand. The embossed hilt of the blade was sharp in places and it bit into the palm of your hand painfully.

“Let’s just say that's a good look for me.”

Silence fell after his words as you struggled to think of a response. Insulting him would only land you in hot water, but staying quiet might be taken as acceptance.

“Mr. Zen’in.” You began, flinching slightly when the man let out a huff.

“Call me Naoya.” His hands were like steel vices, pressing into your flesh with the subtle nastiness that ran through his family.

“Mr. Zen’in.” You persisted, slowly wiggling your hand out of his. The hilt of the blade hurt, scraping your palm as you worked your hand free.

“As flattering as your suggestion is. I must politely decline.” Your palm was bleeding. The cursed blade had torn two lines through your flesh, like gnarled claw marks. You curled your fingers, letting the hand drop to your side. Blood spattered from between the digits, dripping to the expensive tatami beneath. It was rude, but it was the only insult to the Zen’ins you could actually get away with.

“Think you’re too good for me, don't you?” Naoya hissed, his eyes narrowed to slits. He looked like a large snake, his fangs bared at the little mouse that had bit him.

You shook your head slowly, licking your lips as you thought how best to answer. On one hand you could lie and tell him something to stroke his ego. On the other hand.

“You wouldn’t want Satoru’s sloppy seconds would you?” It was a lie of course, the man couldn’t stand you. But Naoya didn’t know that.

You regretted the words however, almost instantly. Your head snapped to the side as Naoya slapped you. A gasp left your throat as you staggered, ears ringing from the force of the slap.

“Fucking whore.” He hissed, one hand wrapping around your bicep as he began dragging you through the halls of the estate. You stumbled after him, dazed and in pain. 

Before you knew it you were being shoved harshly, falling to the pavement in front of the Estate. Naoya stood over you for a moment, the knife clutched tightly in his hand. 

“The Zen’in don’t lend weapons to whores.” And with that, the estate doors slammed shut. 

You sat on the pavement for a moment, one hand prodding the cheek he had slapped. Had the asshole really used cursed energy to hit you? Overkill, everything about the Zen’in family was plain overkill.

There was no taxi to take you back into the city. Of course not. You were the council's dog, the thorn in Gojo’s side.

Tears welled in your eyes as you walked and you swiped a hand roughly against your cheek. It came away stained by blood, he had split your lips.

“Just what I need.” You sighed, trudging along the quiet street. The sun was nearing the end of its arch, sunset not too far away. How long would it take you to get back? A glance at your phone showed you a low battery and several missed calls. You sighed, quickly searching to see how long it would take a taxi to get to you.

Too long was the answer. It looked to you as if Naoya had done something. The closest car was a 40 minute drive from your location. You shoved your phone back in your pocket, stifling the urge to scream.

“So you ignore my calls in favor of Naoya Zen’in? Why am I not surprised?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Gojo’s familiar tone behind you. He had found you somehow and you hoped he wasn’t irritated enough to deny you the use of his teleportation skills.

“The council sent me there.” You turned, offering a small scowl. It was met with a furrowed brow, Gojo pressing his lips into a thin line. Even though his eyes were covered you could tell he was leveling a glare at your face.

“It didn’t go well.” You mumbled, pressing your hand against the tender spot on your cheek. There was probably a hand print nicely formed on your face by now.

You flinched as Gojo took a step forward, grabbing your wrist as you withdrew it from your face.

“Ah.” Was all you could think to say as he inspected the already scabbing cuts on your palm.

“They sent you for the Dragon’s Fang?” Gojo’s tone was even as he inspected the cuts. You nodded slowly, watching his face warily. If he knew the blade’s name then no doubt he knew the reason you were told to retrieve it. 

“Naoya is an idiot.” The man scoffed as he let your hand drop, turning his attention to your cheek. You winced as his finger prodded it, limitless buzzing uncomfortably against the bruise.

“What did you say to piss him off?” Gojo’s lips were twisted in a scowl, his irritation for once not directed at you.

“Well.” You cleared your throat inhaling sharply, “He told me I'd make a good wife.”

Gojo scoffed at that, pulling away as he stared down at you. The bruise on your cheek burned as you flushed, squirming slightly under his hidden but still intense gaze.

“So I ah.” You paused again, not able to get the words from your throat. Silence stretched between the two of you for a long moment. The man was still, hands in his pockets as he waited for you to finish.

“So I told him he wouldn’t want your sloppy seconds.” It was barely a whisper that left your lips, but Gojo heard you clearly. The man let out a loud laugh, one hand patting you on the shoulder as he did so. You were surprised at how unbothered he was by it. You had expected anger or annoyance per usual. This was different.

“Oh that’s perfect.” He mimed wiping a tear from his blindfold, still chortling. “I can’t wait for the next meeting we’re in.”

You shuddered as he teleported you without warning, the dizzying lurch in your stomach almost too much to bear. The familiar halls of Jujutsu high surrounded you and you shuddered, trying to rid yourself of the after effects of being pulled through space so roughly. You realized he had set you down in front of Shoko’s office, the familiar door a welcome sight for your aching face.

“Why?” You asked, panting slightly as you straightened. The urge to vomit never got easier to swallow, his stupid ability’s side effect lingered like a bad omen.

Gojo grinned, leaning in to gently pat your stinging cheek. His breath smelled sweet, the scent of spun sugar and chocolate filling your nose.

“So I can slap the shit out of him.” The man laughed as he pulled away, the grin turning devious as he turned to knock on Shoko’s office door. 

“And to ask why he wants my sloppy seconds so bad.” 

Lie

He was lying.

“Just friend with benefits” A grunted moan, his hands tight against your hips, grip painful against your soft flesh. Satoru’s hips thrust against yours, driving his cock deeper into your warmth. His pale face and hair were drenched with sweat, the man somehow not tired 3 rounds in. You writhed beneath him, breathless and aching. He was merciless with each thrust, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with deadly precision. Between your thighs he looked like a pale god, chiseled muscles flexing with each thrust into your core.

“Won’t happen again.” His tongue was on your throat, lips sucking at you as if you were the sweetest nectar. You moaned beneath him, fingers gripping the mattress in an attempt to ground yourself. Satoru’s cock pulsed within your walls, his sloppy thrusting becoming more erratic as you let out a small cry. Each thrust dragged the fat head of his cock almost completely out of you before he slammed back in with dizzying force. You came around him, fingernails biting into his back as he spilled his own release within you. 

“Last time.” Satoru’s moan was muffled by the pillow your head was shoved into. He pounded into you from behind, fingernails biting into your hips as he chased his end. You felt as if you were made from jelly, soft moans barely escaping your throat as he slid roughly in and out. The slap of his balls against your clit and thighs echoed in the empty room. Mixed with your low moans, it made for a lewd cacophony. You clenched around him as he bit the back of your neck, a low cry leaving your throat.

“No more.” He huffed, white hair slicked to his forehead as he thrust slowly into your cunt. His lips were on yours, soft kisses swallowing your moans as he caressed your breasts. This was more gentle than usual, almost loving. Satoru was savoring you.

Satoru was addicted to you. And he was lying to you both.

Moan

You hadn’t meant to moan. The sound had slipped out as you stretched, the warm sun and sand eliciting the noise from you. Not that you cared, this was a well earned vacation, one you had practically begged for. Sure you had to go alone, everyone else having missions and no free time. Your eyes slid shut and you let out a content sigh. It was worth it just to relax under the bright sun. You had earned this, the past year had been shit and more recently had gotten confusing. Satoru hadn’t said anything about the two of you sleeping together. He hadn’t acknowledged it. And while you were fine with it being a one time thing, it did feel a bit odd to not even talk about it. A simple ‘That was great but never again’ would have been preferable to the silence.

“Geez, didn’t realize the beach was a porno set.” 

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. To your right sat Gojo, wearing nothing but blue swim trunks. You pretended to not notice the trail of hair that snaked beneath the rather low waist band of his shorts. He shot you a teasing grin, pretending that he was blind to your annoyance. You propped yourself up, leveling a glare at him.

He was drawing stares with his physic. Even out here on a rather remote beach, the man stood out as a model. Long limbs and the shock of white hair made it so he was the center of attention always.

“Are you skipping out on a mission right now?” Despite it being your vacation time, your mind immediately leapt to the pile of files you knew was sitting forgotten on his desk. Satoru snorted, lying back on your beach blanket and crossing his arms behind his head.

“I finished early. Just didn’t tell Yaga yet.” 

He was responsibly slacking off. A different route than he normally took. Still, with him here, that put you in the hot seat if Yaga and the council figured it out. 

“Go away.” You huffed, lying back down and closing your eyes again. Focusing on the sound of the ocean and seagulls, you tried to ignore the feeling of the back of his hand against your thigh.

“I’m not allowed to visit my favorite assistant?” You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was smirking.

“I’m your only assistant.” You quipped back, nestling further into the blanket and the sand beneath. If only the sand would open up and swallow the man whole. Satoru was silent but remained beside you, his warmth somehow competing with that of the sun. 

“So what's the plan for tonight?” He asked it so casually, as if you were a couple deciding on the next step of their vacation. You propped yourself on your side with a huff, scowling down at the man.

“I am going to get wasted at the hotel bar and you are going to be at the highschool filing reports for Yaga.” 

You jabbed your finger in his chest to punctuate your point. Satoru grabbed the offending hand gently, holding it to his chest. 

“Or we could get drunk at the hotel bar.”

You scoffed at that, tugging your hand free and standing. The white haired man followed suit, stretching as he did so. You pretend to not notice the tight planes of his chest and stomach tensing as he did so. He looked good in the sun. Too good.

“You can’t hold your alcohol.” It was a fun fact that Satoru seemed to pass around like it was the most important fact about him. Any adult sorcerer working in the Tokyo area probably knew that Gojo Satoru couldn’t drink. 

“Wanna bet?”

You paused, one foot extended to start your trek back to the beachside hotel. Satoru did keep his bets. You had heard as much from both Shoko and Nanami. Usually his bets were stupid and the prize for winning involved him spending money in some way. But you wouldn’t complain about the Gojo family account being used to buy you a treat.

“What are the stakes?” You tucked your beach blanket under your arm, squinting as you stared up at the man. The sun threaded through his white hair like slivers of gold. His hair reflected the light so well it was difficult to look at him without sunglasses.

“First person to tap out loses.” Satoru looked so confident that for a moment, you wondered if he could seriously out drink you. But no, you smiled, giving him a small nod.

“And if you lose?” 

The man hummed, tapping his chin mockingly as he thought. He looked beyond amused at the thought of you winning.

“I’ll have Yaga extend your vacation and you can use my debit card for one whole day, no questions.” 

That had you pause. Extended vacation was an easy thing for him to do, but that paired with unlimited access to his money felt odd. You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for the catch.

“And if you lose.” He paused, licking his lips as he stared down at you. Silence stretched between the two of you before he let out a laugh. 

“You’ll see.”

You didn’t like the sound of that but you didn’t think that you could lose to Mr. Lightweight. It was well worth the risk.

Or so you thought. Your mind changed when you were 10 shots in, Satoru keeping pace with you easily. This was not the man who couldn’t keep his alcohol. He sober where as you were struggling to not gag as you forced your 11th shot down. You had agreed to some expensive monstrosity. The bartender having pointed out how high the alcohol volume was per shot. Satoru had bought the bottle, setting it on the table between you. A black label and shockingly pink liquid inside, it didn’t look appetizing. You were pleasantly surprised with your first shot. It had initially been delicious. But now all you tasted was sickeningly sweet liquor that slid slowly down your throat like a nauseating honey.

The room swayed around you, low lights and loud music creating a confusing haze in your mind.

“D-did you just want me drunk?” You slurred, one shaking hand reaching for the bottle to pour your 12th shot. Satoru grabbed your hand, holding it in his. The large hand around yours was warm and you swayed slightly as you traced the veins that threaded over the back of his hand.

“I didn’t think you would go this far.” He sounded perfectly sober. If it weren’t for the light blush across his cheeks you would have assumed he hadn’t been drinking at all.

Maybe he hadn’t. You thought dully, leaning across the table to scrutinize his mouth. Maybe he’s been teleporting the alcohol out of his mouth.

It was not a logical thought, but you were well past that point. There was no way you were losing to Mr. Pretty boy. Grabbing his face with one hand, you glared at his lips.

“You’re cheatin’.” You mushed his cheeks, squinting at his plush lips. Satoru let out a small chuckle, sticking his tongue out.

“Am not.” His response was childish as were his actions, the man teleporting the two of you and the bottle from the bar to a room. For a moment it felt as if your stomach was left in the hotel bar. It took all of your willpower not to vomit, the lingering effects of his ability causing the room to sway even more.

You gawked at the large room, faintly realizing it was the penthouse suite. The very one you had joked to Yaga about booking only for the man to go pale and ask that you please don’t. It cost over 2500 dollars a night.

And you could see why. It was essentially one large and very open apartment with an immaculate view of the ocean. The large floor to ceiling windows showed off the ocean glittering beneath a full moon. You let go of Satoru’s face, swaying slightly as you walked over to the windows.

“Th-this is your room?” You glanced over your shoulder, hands pressed against the cool glass in an attempt to keep yourself steady. He nodded, joining you with a small smile.

“The school doesn’t pay for me.” 

It made sense. The man never wore generic clothing brands, he always chose the most expensive restaurants for lunch and he seemed to have a taste for wasting money on tourist trap sweets.

You watched the waves crash against the glittering shore, entranced by the dancing moonlight. It was better than anything you could have seen from your small room. You had somehow booked one of the few rooms that faced the parking lot. 

The dark waves swelled and abated, a mesmerizing repeated action that had you in a slight trance.

“Did I win?” His voice had become huskier and you turned in time to see Satoru downing another shot. That put him at 13. You let out a scoff, marching unsteadily over to him and reaching up to snatch the bottle away. He held it above your head, blue eyes glittering in amusement as you let out a noise of frustration.

“You’re cheating!” You snapped, jabbing a finger into his chest. Satoru scoffed at that, turning to place the bottle on a nearby side table.

“How so?” He crossed his arm, looking down as you jabbed at him again. With a huff you made a wild gesture at his face then around you.

“Teleporting the shots.” 

Satoru blinked at that, blue eyes widening slightly before he burst out laughing. His shoulder shook dramatically as he doubled over, cackling like a mad man.

“Y-you think I’d waste energy on teleporting shots??” The look he gave you was pure incredulity. As if he couldn’t believe how stupid you were. You felt your face flush, embarrassment swelling in your throat as you tried to think of a response. 

The alcohol made it hard to think, it dampened your mind's ability to snap a little retort at him. So instead, you doubled down.

“Yes.” You said it with as much mustered courage as you could. Internally you were beginning to doubt yourself. But you didn’t want to admit defeat. You were too proud.

Satoru let out another barking laugh, leaning in close. You could smell the sweet liquor on his breath. It radiated from him as heavily as it must’ve been radiating from you. 

Didn’t mean he drank it. You thought, leaning back as he closed in further. Satoru proved you wrong with a kiss.

He tasted as if his mouth had been drowned in the liquor. And in a way it had. You moaned as he lapped at your lips, the man slipping his tongue into your mouth. Unlike earlier, the taste didn’t make you want to gag.

No, on Satoru's tongue it was somehow sweeter. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You followed his tongue with your own, leaning into him. Letting Satoru guide you to the large bed.

You were inebriated, more so than him, but you didn’t care. The buzz in your head fueled your actions. You were ravenous, wanting to taste him. Wanting him to devour you.

You blinked and your clothes were off, his large hands parting your thighs as he lapped eagerly at your folds. The warmth of his mouth sent shudders through your core. You moaned, rutting your pussy against his face. Satoru held your hips in place, laughing as you let out a small whine. He kissed and lapped at your clit, eating you out as if it were his last meal.

You shuddered with each moan he released against your warm flesh, the vibrations adding to your mounting pleasure.

The heat in your stomach was tight, a taut rope ready to snap as Satoru sucked at your folds, his tongue laving against the soft flesh.

Satoru flicked his tongue against your clit, teeth scraping against the sensitive bud as he pushed deeper into your heat. You came as he thrust two fingers into your cunt, the simple intrusion enough to send you over the edge. Walls clenching around his long fingers, you moaned into your palm, shuddering as Satoru continued thrusting his fingers into you.

You blinked again and he was climbing on top of you, his lips sliding against yours. You drank him in hungrily, the taste of alcohol and yourself strange against your tongue. Threading your arms around his neck, you pulled him close, allowing the tall man to slot himself between your legs.

Satoru’s hands slipped beneath your lower back, tilting your hips up and letting his cock slid into your core with ease. You moaned as he bottomed out, thick cock filling you completely. He set a soft pace, each thrust almost loving as Satoru chased his own release.

You moaned against his neck, hips chasing his as you felt a second orgasm building. The rough patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock kept catching on your clit, sending small waves of pleasure through your stomach. You shuddered beneath him, walls pulsing as he dragged the head of his cock all the way out before plunging back in. 

“Satoru.” You slurred breathlessly, your tone begging. The man groaned in response, his grip tightening on your back, his pace picking up. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering widely around him as he slammed back in to the hilt. 

“Cum.” Satoru rasped, his lips tickling your neck as he hastened his pace. You shuddered at his words, a small orgasm washing through you. Walls clamping down on his cock you let out a cry as he pulled back, hands grabbing your hips. Satoru slammed into you, his chest and face flushed as he chased his end. Your walls clenched around him, almost too sensitive as he slammed into you again and again.

Satoru came with a growl, his hips slamming into you a final time, hips flush against yours as his cock spilled within you. The heat made you shudder, your walls flutter lightly as his cock jerked within you.

You blinked and the blankets were tucked around you. Satoru had cleaned you up, slipping into bed beside you with a smile.

“There’s water in the bedside table if you need it.” His voice was low and tired, the man burying his head beneath the pillows. You hummed in response, moving closer to his warmth. Your pussy ached. One one had he had been rough and on the other you wanted more.

“I’m never drinkin’ again.” You giggled into the pillow, your eyes sliding shut as you tried to block out the spinning room. Satoru snorted at that, mess of white hair peeking from beneath his pillow, “Yeah right.”

You halfheartedly shoved your foot into the back of his knee, snickering as the man let out an indignant huff. 

“Next time I’ll win.” You murmured, snuggling closer to him. Satoru let out an amused noise.

“See? Already talking about more alcohol. Deviant.”

Nasty

He had stopped being nasty. Between the cake and Naoya insulting the two of you it wasn’t really a surprise. The natural progression of relationships dictated that this was the next logical step for the two of you.

It just felt wrong. You walked on eggshells around the man, afraid to do anything that would bring back his ire. In your eyes he was the unknown factor. While you were fine with moving into a less volatile work environment, Satoru was as ever, unreadable. 

So you were cautious, the mouse that followed the lion on its rounds, waiting to be eaten.Satoru noticed, of course. Nothing went unseen by the six eyes.

“Can you act normal?” It was snapped at you mid battle. Satoru had his fist lodged in a curse’s abdomen, shooting you a blindfold covered glare as he yanked his arm free. You offered the man a look of confusion, jumping out of the way as the second curse smashed its fist into the concrete beside you. A howl of frustration made you wince and you were quick to dart behind Satoru as the curse swung again.

The sorcerer was quick to dispatch it, barely looking at the howling mass and instead turning to you with a glare.

“You keep acting like you’re waiting for me to jump you.” The words were snapped, closer to what you had grown used to the past few months. And he wasn’t too far off the mark. In a way you were waiting for a version of that. Waiting for him to snap at you with the annoyance he had always reserved for you.

“You’ve gotten a lot nicer.” You murmured, side stepping the dissolving curses to follow him to the next location. Satoru huffed at that, seeming to struggle for a moment before answering.

“I’m stuck with you.” He pulled his blindfold down slightly, allowing one glittering blue eye to peek at you. In the bright sun it looked as if his eye were glowing, the glittering iris eerily bright.

“No point in putting energy into being nasty.” 

You hummed at that response, clasping your arms behind you as you trailed the sorcerer. His words were woven with something else. An emotion he was trying to keep from you. 

Silence stretched on between the two of you as you walked back to Jujutsu High. For once he didn’t teleport you away, leaving you to walk alone. It was nice, the cool breeze threading through your hair as you walked beside him.

“Is there any sweet I can make for next week's mission?” You decided to break the silence, not wanting to let it linger too long. This was an olive branch of sorts. Testing to see if things had truly changed. 

Gojo glanced over his shoulder at you, gaze hidden as always. You noted the breeze that didn’t touch him despite whipping up your hair around your face. The man walked, a sort of affront to nature. Existing as a contradiction to your old life and the rules of the world as you knew it. And he looked so human as he did so.

“Anything at all?” He asked. You nodded, pausing as he stopped walking. The tall man thought for a moment, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

“Do you know how to make Kikufuku?”

You blinked at that, not expecting it. The dessert was a little difficult but you figured you had a week to try and perfect it. And you had a feeling he might eat any failed attempt you gave him anyways if it was sweet enough. 

“I can do that.” You offered him a small smile. Satoru smiled back, turning to continue back towards the highschool. You followed, not minding the silence that settled between the two of you.

Orgasm

“One more.” He groaned, white hair covering his brilliant eyes. You whimpered at that, shaking your head as you attempted to weakly push him away. Satoru was like a statue, his lips latched on the soft flesh of your neck. 

The two of you had been at it for what felt like hours. Your abdomen ached from cumming multiple times. His fingers that had been like silk earlier were now tormentors, dancing over your sensitive flesh. You had no idea how he was able to keep hard, the man having emptied himself within you at least 4 times now. And yet he persisted.

“He was hit with a stupid curse.” Shoko looked more exhausted than usual. The bags under her eyes were darker, intensifying the dirty look she was giving Satoru. You nodded slowly, wondering why of all people, you had been woken up in the middle of the night for this. It wasn’t like you could reverse a curse. Shoko was the best healer in Tokyo and if she couldn’t fix it, no one could.

“I can’t undo it so he’ll need to ride this one out.”

You glanced back at Gojo, taking in his blown pupils, glassy eyes and pink dusted cheeks. It was a look you had seen only during sex. He looked ravenous and slightly in pain. 

“Shoko please do not tell me what I think you’re going to tell me.” Dread swirled in your stomach. In the research you had done alone, you had come across curses of a nastier variety. Nasty in that they tended to infect humans in ways that broke down self control, caused them to attack or worse. You had read of a curse in Kyoto that had existed several years ago. It had been used by a curse user Geisha to influence her male patrons. To have them literally die without sex.

The small brunette gave you a nod as the answer.

“Please.” Satoru was begging. It was so unlike him and you knew that the curses effect was still holding strong. You let out a garbled moan as he slid two fingers into your cunt, thrusting sloppily into you.

“Just keep him busy while Nanami finishes the thing off.” Shoko shifted to the side as you pulled Satoru from his seat and towards the door. Almost immediately his hands were on you, sliding beneath your shirt as if his best friend wasn’t 4 feet away.

“And if Nanami fails?” You weren’t aware of anyone being able to keep the blonde busy and shared a look with Shoko. It was the, we don’t get paid enough for this shit look. The answer was they kept throwing sorcerers at the thing until it was taken down. That's why Gojo had gone first, it was a special grade and he should have dispatched it with ease. It was concerning that instead he was a mumbling mess groping you without shame.

“One more.” His voice was raspy in your ear. Satoru’s lips latched on your ear, his thumb roughly pressing against your clit. The two fingers within you thrust sharply against your aching heat. Your walls quivered around the long digits, too sensitive to do what he asked. You shook your head, wordlessly moaning as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Tugging at his head did nothing to deter him, the man merely moving his lips to your breast, ignoring the small whine you let out.

It wasn’t easy getting him to your apartment. The man was determined to fuck you, location be damned. A small blessing was how close your apartment was. You dropped your keys twice, each time due to Satoru’s hands being somewhere they shouldn’t. In truth you were slightly nervous as well. This felt like taking advantage of the man. Yes he was practically begging for it, but you still felt odd about it. 

“Damn you Shoko.” You muttered, tugging him inside your apartment and locking the door. This went way beyond your job duties. Way beyond the relationship you currently had with the man. 

Satoru’s blue eyes were like beacons in the dimly lit room, taking in your swollen lips and half lidded eyes. He still looked ravenous, pupils dilated as he took in your flush form.

“One more.” 

Satoru moved, almost too quickly to follow. You shuddered as his hot breath met your wet cunt, the man staring at you for a moment from between your thighs. With his snowy hair and brilliant eyes making him look almost vampiric. Demonic.

You let out a shrill moan as Satoru began lapping at your clit. His warm tongue moving in tandem with his lazily thrusting fingers. It was too much, overwhelming. It was as if electricity crackled beneath your skin, stemming from his mouth and fingers. Satoru moaned against your folds, his tongue lapping languidly at your heat. 

He seemed drunk on your taste, the man making obscene noises as he drank in your juices. It was too much and you found yourself somehow cumming again, the small orgasm ripping painfully through you. 

Every cell in your body seemed to shake, your breath catching in your throat as Satoru lifted his head. His lips parted and you whined as you waited for him to mutter ‘one more’ yet again.

And then something shifted.

Satoru blinked once, then twice. He sat up, one large hand rubbing over his face and into his sweaty hair. You waited, holding your breath as he shuddered, shaking his head as if to clear it.

To your immense relief, Satoro looked back at you with clear eyes. The odd glazed look having vanished. Nanami was successful.

“Oh thank god.” You rasped, allowing yourself to shift away from the man. On top of being immensely sore, you were becoming uncomfortably aware of how much of a mess you were. A mix of saliva, sweat and cum was drying on your thighs and the sheets beneath.

“Fuck.” Satoru was equally raspy, wincing as he stood. You noted that his raging boner had settled down, the appendage looking just as sore as you felt. 

“Shower?” You nodded at that, taking the hand he had extended you. It took immense effort, neither of you able to fully stand. Between the two of you it took nearly 10 minutes to hobble the short distance to your bathroom. Your legs felt like jelly and you knew Satoru’s hips were killing him. 

The hot water was a balm against your aching flesh, the two of you helping the other wash the dried aftermath of your coupling. Satoru looked apologetic as he did so, the man uncharacteristically quiet as he helped. You paid it no mind, grateful as he teleported you to his apartment. Neither of you had the energy to clean your bed and you refused to sleep in the mess. 

Instead the two of you collapsed in his massive bed, Satoru pulling you into his arms as you began to drift to sleep.

“ ‘M sorry.” He mumbled against your hair. His hands were warm against your skin, holding you close. You let out a small hum in response, feeling exhaustion settle into your bones.

“If I ever find out you got hit with that curse on purpose I will kill you.” It was barely a whisper, your lips pressed against his chest as you allowed sleep to take you. As you fell asleep, you almost swore he laughed.

Pain

“Hold still.” You sighed. The teen grumbled at you, wincing as you tightened the bandage. Yuji had gotten badly injured. Not his fault, you in part blamed Nanami, the adult who was supposed to be watching him. But truly the fault lay with Mahito, or whatever his name was and Gojo for allowing Yuji on this mission.

The fight had pummeled the kid so badly that you were surprised he was conscious. You held another bandage over a weeping hole in his hand, trying your best to not hurt him further. Blood and dirty tissue were strewn across the classroom around you, the makeshift attempts at stemming the bleeding creating a gorey mess.

“Don’t start.” Nanami sighed as you leveled a look at him as he entered the makeshift base. You bit your tongue, merely nodding when he offered to take over. Nanami was upset, no that wasn’t right. He was furious. 

“I'm going to find Gojo.” You stood, brushing your skirt off and grimacing at the drying stains on the gray fabric. Nanami nodded, focused on the trembling kid before him.

“Don’t kill Gojo, if you can help it.”

You laughed at that, only slightly amused. The blonde knew you and Satoru well. As you left the building, you passed a panicked Ichiji, the man stammering into his cell phone as he rushed up the stairs past you.

The train ride was uncomfortable, the dried blood on your skirt getting you many stares. But you ignored it, focusing on your anger. As an adult it was your job to keep the students safe. That line of thinking extended to all of the Jujutsu Staff. Taking risks was part of the job, yes, but recently it had felt as though they were placing the kids directly into harm's way. The council was behind it, the old idiots determined to bend the world to their whims. But the teachers could still twist the rules to keep the students safe.

It was easy enough to find Gojo. For once he wasn’t on a mission. The man was actually doing paperwork, sunglasses perched on his nose and a popsicle in his mouth. You entered the staff room with a clatter, the door slamming shut behind you noisily. 

“You are a pain in this world’s ass.” You huffed as the man looked up from a file. Satoru raised an eyebrow, pulling the popsicle from his mouth with a wet smack.

“Hello to you too princess.” The white haired man looked at you warily, his tone carrying an unspoken question.

“Yuji almost died.” You sat on the desk, purposefully covering the file he was working on. It was a move he frequently pulled on you and you figured it was about time for a taste of his own medicine. Satoru sat back, popping the popsicle back in his mouth as you continued.

“This is the second time, in only a few months.” You gestured widely, trying to keep your anger in check. In the back of your mind you kept seeing the teen’s hands, full of holes as if someone had taken a drill to his flesh. It was horrific and you knew despite his smiles and reassurances, Yuji was in pain. Not just physical either. There was a mental toll to this job and it had been made a thousand times worse with that mission.

“If you aren’t careful he might make that curse bond or whatever with Sukuna.” 

“He already did.” Sstoru tossed the bar popsicle stick into the trash can, shrugging at your incredulous look.

“WHAT?” You sat bolt upright, eyes wide as you took in his calm demeanor. Satoru ran a hand through his snow hair, shrugging again as you sputtered at him. There were rules to follow when something like this happened. Reports to file, a council to inform. None of that had happened as far as you were aware. 

“How do you know?” You tried to calm yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you stared at him.

“Call it intuition.” Satoru stood, gently lifting you from the desk and setting you aside. You huffed at this, lips pulling down in a scowl as he went back to the file you had sat on. One hand threaded through his snowy hair, the man letting out a sigh as you stood closer to him.

“Should we talk to him about it?” Your tone was more defeated now, shoulders feeling heavy as you stared at the impassive man.

“No. It's not like he would be able to talk about it.” Satoru sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a questioning look, your anger leaving you as he answered.

“Sukuna would make sure of that.” 

It made sense. You sighed, looking down at your blood stained skirt.. The sorcerer was infuriatingly always right. A realization made you laugh out loud and you shook your head as Satoru shot you a questioning glance.

“I was just thinking. I used to annoy you and now here you are annoying me.” 

He laughed at that, offering you one of his brilliant smiles.

“You’re still a pain in my ass.” There was no venom in his words, just a light teasing that made your heart flutter slightly.

“You love it.” You muttered, bumping your hip into his chair with a small grin. Satoru nodded, gazing back down at his paperwork as he answered.

“I do.”

Queasy

He was being an idiot. You knew it, Gojo knew it and worst of all, the council had enabled it. Another child saved from an execution. Postponed was the actual verdict but you knew if Satouru had his way, Yuji Itadori would live. 

But now? This was too much. All of the school was under the impression Yuji was dead. Satoru had laughed as he told you the plan, the manic grin on his face only a little unsettling. He had Nanami and Yuji parading all around Tokyo, investigating things that at last glance, were missions assigned to Gojo.

“Fuck.” You sighed, tossing your fork back on the plate. Food had been weird lately. The stress of the job and the added Yuji secret had been making your stomach go sour. Queasiness struck you at random points of the day and you resisted the urge to vomit. 

You had thought rice and curry would be safe. When you ordered from your favorite restaurant, you had intentionally left a note asking that they make it as mild as possible and they had. But four bites in and you couldn’t finish. You stared at the nearly full plate, willing yourself to just eat a little more. 

In the past week you had barely eaten, the odd feeling making it impossible to stomach much past liquids. It was affecting what little work you did, Gojo noting that you were slower than usual. He was joking, he assured you, the man more willing to be handsy with you now that the secret of your relationship was known among the students.

Lifting another bite to your mouth, you paused, then bolted. Nausea swelled in your throat and you barely made it to the toilet in time, the little bit of food coming right back up. Heaving into the toilet, you faintly wondered if you should get a check up from Shoko. The woman was busy but you knew if you asked she would put everything down to assist.

“Ew.” 

You flinched at the familiar male voice, lifting your eyes from the white ceramic. Gojo was leaning against the doorway, a box of mochi in one hand. He popped one of the small treats in his mouth, watching you glare up at him.

“Need time off?” He asked around his mouthful. You shook your head, shakily standing and flushing the toilet. Swiping a hand across your mouth, you let out a sigh.

“It's just stress.”

Gojo hummed at that, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively, “You know what's good for that?” 

Rolling your eyes, you stepped around him, shuffling back to the kitchen. The food smelled too much. It wasn’t bad, it was just off putting. You put it away, dry heaving once and shuddering.

“Are you sure it's just stress?” Gojo had followed you, still eating the mochi. You knew that within the next 10 minutes they would be gone. The man ate enough sugar to put a normal person in a coma.

You opened your mouth to answer and then gagged again as the sickly sweet smell of the mochi finally made its way to you. Of all the flavors, strawberry had to be the strongest. You hurtled to the bathroom again, this time vomiting bile. Your stomach was empty and you let out a whimper at the tight cramping in your belly.

Satoru had followed you back, sans the mochi. He looked concerned, blue eyes roving over your form before moving off you and locking on the small wicker basket you kept next to the toilet.

“I know you consider us fuck buddies.” He started. You grimaced at that, heaving into the toilet again. He considered what you did as friends with benefit. You loved him. Not that you would admit that, it would take an eternity before you did. Gojo Satoru was a man who couldn’t love you back, not the way you wanted him to.

“So this question might be crossing the line. I don’t know.” He shrugged, gesturing to the basket beside you, “When’s the last time you had your period?”

You froze at that, eyes sliding to the unopened package of pads that sat neatly beside you. A package you had bought well over two months ago.

Stress. It's just stress. You thought faintly. There was a buzzing in your head and you swayed where you kneeled. 

It couldn’t be. You felt sweat sliding down the back of your neck, your stomach cramping and writhing in your abdomen like a feral animal. Satoru was silent, eyes widening slightly as he took in your panicked expression.

“Oh fuck.” And he teleported. 

The nausea vanished as a sudden wave of anger and sadness hit you. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a strangled cry.

That was his reaction to finding out he potentially got someone pregnant? What else could you expect from a man who reminded you, with his cock firmly buried inside you, that this was just a ‘thing between friends.’

“Here.”

You flinched at his reappearance, mouth parting in shock as he handed you a boxed pregnancy test.

“Did you steal this?” You asked incredulously, standing and quickly pulling down your pants. Sitting on the toilet, you blushed slightly, realizing Gojo was not going to budge from his spot at the door.

“Not really.” He shrugged at your irritated huff, “I put money on the counter.”

You sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring as you peed on the stick. This was the most humiliating thing he’d ever done, you decided. An invasion of privacy that you weren’t prepared for. You supposed regular couples would have no issue with this. But with Gojo, you still weren’t sure he saw you past the pleasure you provided.

“Now we wait. You gingerly balanced the stick on the edge of the sink, grimacing at the sight. Saturo hummed in response, turning and marching back to the kitchen. You moved yourself to the living room, not wanting to watch the stick. Sitting on the couch, you let out a sigh, pulling a blanket over yourself.

You were cold and tired. Just stress things right? You prayed that was the case. In three minutes time you would find the true answer and it was all you could do to keep from crying.

You had barely gotten used to this strange sorcerer world. The idea of a mini Gojo Satoru running around was terrifying. 

Shoko had once mentioned that as a child, the man had bounties on his head. The world as is was fucked up as it was, addding sorcerers to the mix had only shown you it was fucked up with supernatural powers.  

“Here.” You blinked in surprise as Satoru brought you a cup of tea. Taking it gratefully you took a tiny sip. The warm liquid slid down your throat comfortingly, settling in your stomach. Thankfully, the tea didn’t seem to trigger your nausea.

For a moment the two of you just sat, the air between you tense. And then your phone went off. You flinched, turning off the alarm and staring wide eyed at Satoru. 

“You want me to look first?” 

You nodded at that, feeling a mix of fear and relief as he got up and marched into the bathroom. Silence, then he was coming back out, the test and the box in his hands. Satoru looked from one to the other, stopping before you. 

Turning them both towards you, he stood, his expression neutral. You looked at the stick and felt your heart sink. 

Double lines, you were pregnant.

“These things aren’t always accurate.” Gojo slipped the stick back in the box, tossing them in the small waste basket you kept in the living room.

“We should schedule a blood test.”

He was surprisingly calm, sitting beside you and sliding his hand down your back in a comforting motion.

“What if it's accurate?” You stared at the wastebasket and the small corner of blue that peeked over the edge. In your chest, your heart was thundering away. A mixture of fear and an odd sense of wonder churned in your stomach. The tea you had drunk felt like too much now, sloshing in your stomach in a sickening motion. 

“Then we’ll figure it out.” Satoru pulled you closer, and you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to slip his arm around your waist.

“What if I want to keep it?” You weren’t sure what to do. Your powers were unreliable, Gojo was the most powerful sorcerer in all of Japan. Had you ever wanted kids? You didn’t think so. But there was this odd feeling in your chest, a heaviness that was twined together with your secret love for Satoru.

“Then we keep it.” His answer was soft, murmured into your hair. You nodded, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It had taken a moment but you realized in all of his answers he kept saying ‘we’. 

“You won’t leave me?” Your voice cracked slightly and you shut your eyes, body tensing as you waited for his answer.

Satoru pressed his lips against your forehead.

“Never.” He laughed slightly, “As much as you might annoy me. I’ll always take care of you.” 

You shifted, looking into his eyes, searching for the catch. Satoru offered a soft smile, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“We’re in this together.”

Relax

“How am I supposed to relax with your damn eyes glowing in the dark?” 

You were beyond exhausted. Almost two days of no sleep, subsisting off of energy drinks and snacks from vending machines. The mission had been a bust, the curse user you had been sent after being given the heads up beforehand. Smug bastard that they were, they had dragged you and Satoru across two cities till finally you had cornered the curse user in a small village alley. 127 whole miles from the original spot you were supposed to have finished the mission. 

Despite the lack of sleep, Gojo had dispatched the curse user with ease. Hell maybe because of the lack of sleep. The man was a monster, something you were realizing more and more with each passing month. A good monster but still, you were glad you weren’t on the curse’s side of this battle.

“I’m not sleepy yet.” Satoru mumbled, eyes locked on the book in his hands. You scowled at that. It was pitch black in the hotel room, EXCEPT for the eerie glow that his eyes gave off. It let him see in the dark, see practically everything. And right now, it was making it impossible for you to sleep. Even across the room they glowed like annoying beacons. Everytime you managed to drift off, if you shifted ever so slightly, the blue glow would appear, burning through your eyelids.

You knew it was because he kept glancing at you. 

“Damn it.” You huffed. Throwing the blankets off, you slid out of bed, stomping the few feet over to him. Anger and exhaustion made you bold, turning off the normal filters that kept you polite. Now was not the time for niceties. You were tired and he needed sleep as well. Normal behavior be damned.

Satoru made a noise of surprise as you pulled the blankets from him. The book was tossed to one side as you straddled his thighs, gently pulling his member from his boxers. You ignored the grin he gave you as you bent down, gently licking the soft skin of his cock. It twitched in your hand, quickly hardening as you lapped at his skin. 

Satoru finally closed his eyes, the room truly dark as you gently sucked the tip of his cock. The room silent except for the soft lewd noises your mouth made against his skin.

You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock as you slowly slid his member further into your mouth. He wouldn’t fit in your mouth fully, the man was too large for that. But what didn’t fit in your mouth, you gently pumped with one hand. He was stiff and warm in your mouth, strangely sweet against your tongue. Not that you would ever complain. Saliva pooled from your lips, coating the rest of his length as you flattened your tongue against the head of his cock. He thrust his hips against your mouth, murmuring something you couldn’t quite hear.

Bobbing your head up and down, you hollowed your cheeks, slowly pulling against the tip of his cock. Satoru let out a muffled moan, one hand threading in your hair as he urged you further down his cock. You resisted the urge to gag, letting your throat relax as you humored the man.

“Good girl.” Satoru breathed out, the hand in your hair tightening as you took him down your throat. You scrunched your face as his pubic hair tickled your nose. It took all of your effort not to react, instead taking a deep inhale through your nose to try and fill your aching lungs. 

Satoru was too big, your throat ached as he began to gently thrust up into your mouth. You gripped his thighs to steady yourself, letting him take control. 

His thrusts were gentle, rutting against your throat with a rhythm you could take. Drool pooled from your lips, coating the base of his cock as you stifled a moan of your own. The grip on your hair tightened as you pulled all the way back, lips stopping to suck at his tip. You teased him for a moment, tongue laving at the underside of his cock. It let you breath while also teasing him a bit.

Satoru’s grip in your hair was iron, the man shaking beneath you as you slowly lowered your head again. Inch by inch you took him back, allowing him to push all the way back into your mouth.

“Fuck.” It was a small breathy moan, Satoru’s grip loosening as you took control. You took it slow, teasingly bobbing your head along his length. Just fast enough to build to his release, but not enough to send him over the edge.

This was your little revenge for him being such an ass during the mission. 

You let out a muffled yelp as his hand tightened in your hair again, pushing your face back down his length. Drool smeared across your nose and cheeks as he thrust up into your mouth, chasing his release with no regard for you anymore. 

A silent two can play this game from him.

Satoru’s low grunts and moans filled your ears as he pounded his length into your throat. It was bruising and you nearly gagged as he dragged his cock back then thrust it deep within your throat. Satoru ejaculated into the back of your throat and you swallowed instinctively. The warm liquid slid easily down your throat and you groaned as he kept cumming. His large hand massaged the back of your head as you swallowed his full load, a quiet praise falling from his lips.

With a sputter, you pulled yourself from him, coughing as you massaged your throat. On one hand you were a little pissed but on the other, you hoped he was finally tired.

“Go to bed.” You rasped, trying and failing to clear your throat. Satoru laughed at that, tugging you beside him and nuzzling your neck.

“Relax. You’re going to give yourself a stroke with how much you stress out.” His words carried a hint of sleepiness, the man’s eyes blessedly closed as you tugged the blankets over the two of you. He was being an ass again but you were too tired to fight him. Instead you allowed sleep to swiftly take you.

Sealed

“Suguru?” His voice sounded broken. Your heart ached from your hiding spot, fingers digging into the subway tile as you listened to the man you love break. Anger, incredulity and pain. They radiated from him in violent waves that painted the subway with his cursed energy. 

“You CAN’T be Suguru.” Rage had won, Satoru struggling against his bonds as he faced the imposter. You couldn’t hear the other man, his thin lips barely moving as he spoke to Satoru.

Not that it mattered. The situation was far beyond your abilities. Even if null worked now, you doubted it could do anything against the odd black prison Satoru was currently within. 

You had heard snippets on the way in. The curses who were intelligent enough to speak, Yuji who had figured it out somehow. All painted the picture that horrified you.

They meant to seal Gojo Satoru away. 

It meant destruction of the world as you knew it. And there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

So, as the reanimated Suguru moved to finalize the seal, you leapt forward. 

Your presence had been unnoticed, Your stupid ability kept you hidden from them until you stepped from behind the pillar.

And by the time they realized it, your hand was in his, and the seal was complete. 

You let out a terrified scream, fingers tightly gripping Satoru’s hand as pitch black surrounded you. It felt odd, as if all the air were being sucked from your lungs. You were being crushed and pulled apart at the same time. 

Then the black peeled away, a sea of chattering skeletons unveiling themselves to you. Beside you, Satoru sat slumped, eyes locked on the twisting black plane beneath you. He was in shock you realized. Whether from seeing his dead friend or the impossible task of sealing him, he was frozen. 

The skeleton’s hissed, swelling forward, arms posed to attack. You flinched, arms coming up in a futile attempt to push them away, to keep Satoru safe. He was the only way out, you had to keep him alive.

There might not be a way out. It was a harrowing thought and one you were quick to swallow. You would not give in, not while you could still claw and scream. 

The skeleton’s stumbled back, flattening against the dark walls of the cube. They were mushed into the sickly black, weakly fighting against null. The walls absorbed them greedily, the collection of bones clawing to be free from the darkness.

“Why now.” You laughed bitterly, the sound of your voice being absorbed quickly by the walls around you. Null was listening fully. It was like breathing, happening as you willed it with no thought involved. 

Your powers crumbled the skeleton mob, clearing the space around you with ease. But it did nothing against the cube. The walls absorbing Null like it was nothing.

A Prison just for him, You couldn’t remember where you had heard that. But it might explain why your ability did nothing to the prison itself.

“FUCK!” You kicked at a loose bone, watching as the skeleton’s slowly began putting themselves back together. They were moving at a snail's pace, bones inching across the rippling black walls, before snapping in place.

Beside you Satoru remained still, staring at the ground. His hands were limp in his lap, hair hiding his eyes from your view. You had a feeling however, that they would be dull. The brilliant blue smothered to something darker. More human.

It didn’t matter either way. You could do what you had been doing best for the past year. Buying time. However long it took, however many Eons you were trapped. You would keep going until Satoru was ready to be himself again.

Tummy

Training break is what he called it. Work interruption is what you called it. Either way you had relented, allowing Satoru to bend you over the desk with little protest.

His warm hand was on your stomach, gripping the soft flesh as he drilled into you from behind with slow precision.

“Not yet.” Satoru whispered, rocking into you slowly. You moaned in response, fingers gripping the edges of the desk. Your bare breasts were pressed against the many scattered files , the paper rustling slightly with each thrust. Satoru’s cock was like velvet, slowly pushing in then dragging out at an infuriating slow pace. Each thrust built the pleasure twisting in your abdomen, but not enough to cum. You whined, trying to push back into him. The man merely laughed, stilling within you.

“If you’re going to be a brat then I’m having my fun without you.” He pulled free, flipping you in a fluid motion. A frustrated protest left your lips as he moved you, brow furrowing as a wave of irritation threaded through your veins. Your back hit the desk with a thud and you let out a gasp. Slightly dizzy, it took you a moment to realize he had only partially meant what he said.

Satoru had been saying, ‘Just this once’ a lot since you had first fucked in his apartment. The man was adamant on not giving what you did a label but also hungrier than a starved dog. You spent half your days sore from being drilled into. He was relentless.

“Be good and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Satoru panted, holding your thighs closed as he gently nudged the head of his cock between them. You gave him a small scowl and a nod of affirmation. 

Satoru set the slow pace again, using the slick of your folds to lubricate your cock as he languidly thrust between your thighs. Each thrust had the underside of his member catching on your clit and you whined, canting your hips against his.

“Be good.” He snapped, pace picking up as he shifted, freeing one hand to smack your ass. You yelped at that, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. As much as he liked to break the rules, you were mortified to be in the office, pants discarded on the floor and Gojo between your thighs. The absolute last thing you needed was Nanami or Yaga walking in on the two of you. As unbothered Satoru would be by that.

The lewd sound of his cock dragging through your wetness filled the room and you prayed that everyone would stay out on their missions for as long as possible.

Satoru rutted against you, teeth grit as his cock pressed against your warmth. Beneath him, you remained as still as you could, hips canting slowly against his. The warm underside of his cock nudged your clit with a lovely precision, gently coaxing you closer to orgasm. You fought the urge to spread your thighs, to beg him to fuck you. Satoru was fixated on your thighs and you knew any movement from you would have him chiding you and starting the process all over again.

“Wanna cum?” He panted out and you nodded eagerly, squirming against him. Satoru picked up his pace, pulling your thighs as flush against your abdomen as he could. He rutted against you, freeing one hand to rub against your clit. His thumb was rough, actions hurried as he swirled the pad of his finger against your clit. 

You moaned quietly begging him for more. Juices dripped down your ass and you knew some of the files beneath you were ruined. But you didn’t care, too focused on the tight heat in your stomach and how Satoru’s cock slipped, nudging against your entrance.

He pinched your clit, tugging it roughly and you came undone. Walls fluttering around nothing you whined.

“Good girl.” Satoru huffed out, still sliding his cock through your folds. He was close, his eyes half lidded, cheeks dusted pink as he rutted lazily against you. Satoru came with a small groan, his seed spilling across your stomach, warm and sticky.

He stood still, cock growing limp between your thighs. You lay on the desk bracing yourself for his stupid habitual sentence that ruined every intimate moment you had together. 

But instead of the usual ‘Just this once’ he asked.

“Wanna be fuck buddies?”

Umbra

Satoru was like a celestial being. It was something no one could deny, no matter how irritated they were with him. He was like the sun, shining down upon the common folk of earth. Bright and cocky he alone kept the world in balance.

In contrast, you were the moon, hidden in shadow. A quiet and simple celestial body with little to add.

And together you created an eclipse, your union the Umbra hiding his light from earth. 

You hadn’t meant to use your ability. Null turning on was never intentional. But in your intense anxiety and fear for the students, it was like a switch was flipped.

The curtain that had been placed around the goodwill event flickered and shattered. To your right Utahime gasped as if she had been punched, eyes going wide as she stared at you.

“Turn it OFF.” Satoru snapped, one hand grabbing you by the bicep, the man shaking you roughly. He and the rest of the world sounded like they were underwater. Null seeming to slow time down for you by a fraction of a second. You let out a squeak of pain, concentrating.

Utahime was yelling something, her face pale and sweaty. Both of them were nervous and panicked, no doubt feeling exposed.

No one liked when you used null. It stripped them of their abilities, of a core part of what made them who they were. Like a piece of me died. That’s how Gojo had described it.

You shuddered in his grasp, willing the ability to just fucking stop. And it did, a dull rush of sound started up again and the world was as it had been. Gojo was off, rushing into the woods with Utahime on his heels.

You stood alone on the pathway, useless again. The sound of distant fighting met your ears, woven beneath the rustling of tree leaves. 

Why attack the students? Why keep just Gojo out? You stared at where the curtain had been, the path untouched as if nothing had happened.

To keep him distracted from their true goal. Your head snapped around, gaze locking on the school building. It was empty save the few sorcerers who guarded the various vaults of the school. 

You turned fully, darting back towards the school. There was no reason you should have. In truth you should have called out, found someone else to alert. Hell found one of MeiMei’s crows to alert. But there was no time.

You ran, senses on high alert as you searched for cursed energy. Everything was muddled, Yuji and Todo were fighting something strong. It overpowered the area, mixing with the natural energy Gojo exuded. But there were other energies, quieter but you could still feel them.

There was one you didn’t know. Slimy and cold, itching beneath everything else. You turned a corner, concentrating on holding onto the feeling.

And you froze. An odd man stood mid step, looking equally as surprised as you. He was sickly looking, pale with many stitches woven into his skin. His arms were full, items that exuded strong energy, no doubt stolen.

Definitely stolen. You shuddered as your body recognized the dull throb that was Sukuna. It was a painful energy to be around. A finger, they had one of his fingers.

“Did you make me go wiggly?” The being asked, tilting his head to one side. You frowned at his question, body tensed to flee. There was something about him, something off beyond the fact that he was a cursed spirit.

“Wiggly?” You were hesitant to talk to it, but maybe you could stall it long enough for someone else to notice. The spirit nodded, shifting its stolen goods slightly.

“Like all the cursed energy was being sucked into one point.” He laughed, the sound high and manic. “It was hard not to give in and just disappear.” 

A patched spirit, human like with stitches. If it touches you, it changes your soul. It will kill you in the most painful way possible. 

You remembered then, Nanami’s grim report. Of the boy Junpei and the spirit that killed him. Mahito. His name was Mahito.

He took a step forward, dull gray hair falling in his face. You took a step back, legs shaking slightly. Mahito squinted at you, a grin spreading across his face.

“It WAS you wasn’t it?”

The laugh again, unpleasant against your ears. Mahito took another step, the wolfish grin plastered across his face.

“He’s not going to be happy to learn about you.”

You wanted to ask who the cursed spirit meant. But Mahito lunged forward and you kited to the right, dodging his half hearted attempt to touch you. He merely laughed, quickly disappearing over the campus wall, his limbs having twisted to awful horse like hooves.

You stood for a moment, watching where he had disappeared before turning and rushing back to the forest. 

Satoru saw you before you saw him. He was on you in second, arms wrapping around your waist. Normally you might’ve pulled away, not wanting the other teachers to see the affection. But you were terrified. Somehow, having your existence acknowledged by Mahito was the worst feeling.

“Mahito.” You panted out, wincing as Satoru’s fingers dug into your sides. 

“He took a finger.” You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you twisted in his hold, jabbing a finger over your shoulder. “Other things too.”

Satoru was silent, his hands clenched at his sides. You realized what he was waiting for and waved your hand in front of your face.

“He didn’t touch me. I promise.” 

Your words relaxed the man, but only by a fraction. Beneath his blindfold, you could see the furrow of his brow and the clench of his jaw. He was pissed, mind working double time as he thought out his next move. 

Mojito’s days are numbered, You thought faintly, turning as Utahime and Nanami caught up with the white haired sorcerer.

Void 

Volcano head was screaming something. You couldn’t hear from your spot next to Yuji, squinting as you tried and failed to follow the fight. Gojo was too fast and the curse was trying pretty well to keep pace. Beside you, Yuji was tense, leaning forward as he took in the fight. It was a learning opportunity, though you hoped he was getting more from it than you.

Satoru was showing off and you had a feeling the Curse was as well. It was angry, insulted and blood thirsty. You shifted in your spot next to Yuji, nibbling at your thumb as you thought about using null. It wasn’t like you could conjure it up at will, but if something went wrong it would be up to you to protect Yuji.

What a joke. The critical part of you was quick to quip. And it was. At most you could buy the kid a few seconds. Hell you had a feeling Sukuna would do more for the kid and not even out of the kindness of his heart. I am pathetic. You thought tiredly.

Something changed and all of a sudden Satoru was before the two of you. His demeanor was more serious and you shivered as he extended limitless to the two of you. Around you the earth changed. Suddenly fire and lava sprang up on all sides. Heat pressed against your skin, hungrily lapping at limitless as it tried to singe your flesh. You were trapped in a ball of molten earth, the Curse spirit looking triumphant at whatever he had caused.

“You know.” Satoru started, hooking one finger into his blindfold and tugging it down. “The best way to get rid of a Domain expansion, is to lay down your own.” 

Domain Expansion. It had been explained to you once in an attempt to see if it was something you could achieve. Null functioned similarly, or so they thought. But alas you had never gotten past basic combat. Still you remembered enough and you shuddered as you watched lava bubble around you. He was explaining it for Yuji’s sake, not yours. Still showing off as the teacher he was.

No one sees Infinite Void and lives. Nanami had stated once. Satoru never let them. And you could see why.

As the words left his lips, the volcanic field around you was sucked into an abyss of black. It was the night sky. Space and all its stars. It was the gap between cells, the void between atoms. The void stretched on for Eons, spirling farther than your human mind could comprehend. It was beautiful and it was terrible.

You and Yuji clung to Satoru’s waist. He hadn’t said anything to either of you, but you knew without asking. If you got separated, you would vanish, become part of the void that stretched on without end. 

He shifted and suddenly your trio was behind the Curse. Yuji was in your arms and you were tucked in the crook of Satoru’s left arm. You shared a bewildered look with the teen. In the void, there was too much. You were frozen, unable to act. And yet Satoru cut through the space as if it were nothing. 

The curse sputtered before you, gasping as if it were failing to draw air. Did curses breathe? Did the rules of the world matter in this void? 

Satoru was saying something, his free hand gripping the top of the curse’s head. You barely heard it though, mind churning as you stared at the void beneath Satoru’s feet.

Did the council truly think you could ever defeat someone like this? A mortal God. The thought almost had you laughing at the sheer absurdity. Were you watching Gojo? Or was he watching you, the one with the power to crumble the world he stood at the top of as its God?

You felt Yuji tense in your arms and you looked up in time to watch Gojo rip the curse’s head from his shoulders. The man looked terrifying, the void crumbling around him like shards of moonlight. Even murderous, he was still beautiful. 

You and Yuji sat, still clinging to each other as Gojo questioned the curse. IT didn’t work, a different curse springing into action, a field of flowers springing up around your group. The scent of the flowers made it hard to think and you and Yuji watched as Satoru chased after the two. 

“Too much or not enough?” It was hours later and you glanced up from the paperwork you were working on. Satoru had his head tilted as he looked down at you, one eyebrow raised.

“What was?” You looked back down at the report, wondering how best to put into words how the night went. Yaga wanted detailed reports when it came to Yuji, understandably so. But you were having trouble putting the night into words.

“My teaching.” Satoru rested against the desk, crumpling a few of the finished files you had set to the side. You shrugged at that, inhaling quietly as you penned a half hearted description for Yaga. Satoru watched quietly, eyes narrowed as he read each word. He hadn’t put his blindfold back on yet, the brilliant blue of his eyes unsettling as ever.

“It’s called Infinite Void.” Satoru jabbed a finger at the report. You shot him a look, nudging his finger out of the way as you finished the report. 

“I know. Yaga wants descriptions.” You gestured at what you had written. It was a lackluster description in your opinion. There was no way to put Infinite Void in writing. Anything but the domain was just a pale imitation.

“I can’t exactly accurately describe infinity with mere words.” You shoved the report in its file folder, tossing it in the complete pile. Satoru hummed, holding his hand out. You squinted at him, then took it with a sigh.

He teleported you to his apartment, walking over to the kitchen counter where bags of take out sat waiting.

“I'm not sure we’ve eaten yet today.” Satoru was right of course. Things had been too hectic the past month and not eating was starting to become a habit with the two of you. It wasn’t healthy and you grimaced as your stomach suddenly awoke, grumbling unhappily. 

Per usual, Gojo had ordered from several different restaurants. While he tackled the many sweets that had come with the order, you picked at a pasta bowl that had been in one bag. 

“Did it scare you?” You pushed the noodles around the bowl, watching Satoru’s face as he licked icing from his fingertips. “Using Infinite Void for the first time?” 

The man thought for a moment and then shook his head. “Why would I be?”

You looked back at your meal, taking a small bite as you thought. Of course he wouldn’t be. Between his other techniques and the 6 eyes, his domain expansion was just the natural next step. Still, it made you wonder. 

“What does it look like to you?” 

You blinked at his question, swallowing your bite as you carefully considered. Satoru’s eyes were locked on your face, two unblinking blue skies.

“It's like you.” Your answer was as truthful as you could get. It was the only way to even come close to accurately describing the domain. 

“Terrible, overwhelming and yet beautiful.” 

Satoru laughed at that, popping a strawberry in his mouth. “You think I’m beautiful?”

You shot him a glare. “I could be blind and still recognize your beauty.” 

He let out a small laugh at that and you rolled your eyes. Gesturing at him, you let out a small sigh. “You are a God among us are you not?” 

Satoru shrugged at that, something in his eyes changing as you spoke. There was something guarded in his expression, as if he had heard this before.

“Your looks, your powers. Everything is stacked in your favor.” 

You didn’t need much knowledge of the world of curses to know that he was at the top. Gojo Satoru was the envy of all, even those blind to the curses around them. He waded through humanity an Adonis among the masses.

“Is that why you sleep with me?” He smirked as you sputtered, “A gold digger for the Gojo clan money and power?”

Satoru dodged as you chucked your fork at him. You were part angry and part amused. Of course he would get out of an actually serious conversation using sex.

“I sleep with you because unfortunately I like you.”  The heat in your cheeks was an inferno. You could feel the blush extending down your neck. It wasn’t something you had ever admitted out loud. Not when beneath him in bed, nor bent over a desk. No matter how much you had felt during sex with the man, you had always kept it to yourself. To you, it was a girlish crush that he would brush to the side. Satoru wasn’t one for serious emotions. Not when he could hide behind his normal facade.

“The real you that you show me shards of.” You clarified, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to respond. A silence fell in the kitchen as the two of you began eating again. You felt mortified, embarrassed at the partial confession. If only null worked on me, you mused, wondering what it would take to disappear from the apartment without Gojo’s help. But alas, that wasn’t in the cards. Even if you could suddenly teleport it wasn’t like you could flee from this world and your responsibilities in it. 

“I like you too.” He murmured, so low that you almost didn’t hear it. The words shocked you to your core. He seemed incapable of such emotion and yet here he was, eyes locked on his plate. Satoru was unable to look at you as he admitted it. 

You merely hummed in response, knowing better than to push it. This was as close as you would get to love from him.

Weightless

There was nothing but air around you. The sky was to your back, the ground oh so far below. 

It had launched you. The curse had moved around Gojo and instead had wrapped one vine-like limb around your legs and flung you into the sky. 

For a moment you had spun, end over end. A dizzying ascent that had you nearly pass out. You weighed nothing, your organs were all rearranged, trying to crawl out your throat. Far far below you could see the dark speck that was the massive curse and an even smaller white speck that was Gojo. 

With a sickening lurch you reached the peak of the arch. Your body seemed to freeze, movement stopped for just a second before gravity grasped you and you plummeted to the ground. Tears streamed from your eyes as a silent scream bubbled in your throat. The ground hurtled upwards the small specs of trees becoming larger with each passing second. You could see the leaves now and your eyes slammed shut as you let out a high wail. Body tensing you waited to feel yourself crumple.

“Gotcha.” Satoru’s arms wrapped around you and your sudden descent halted. All of the air felt sucked from your lungs and you gasped as you struggled to breathe. Just feet below you was the forest floor, the green cheerfully rustling in the low breeze. Your fingers dug into his jacket and you trembled as your mind tried to come to terms with the fact that a few seconds later you would have died.

There was the odd tugging pull as Gojo teleported and you were back in the hotel room you had rented out for this mission.

“T-the curse.” You managed to sputter out, knees shaking as you sat on the bed.

“Blam.” Satoru punched one fist into the palm of his other hand, a large grin on his face. He looked beyond smug, adjusting his blindfold with one finger. You let out a small sigh of relief, feeling some sense of safety seeping back into your veins. This mission had taken too long for your liking and you knew Yaga was going to have a fit when you got back.

“You need to get used to that.” The man flopped onto the single armchair in the room, adjusting his blindfold.

“Being flung?” Your heart was still pounding, the words barely making it out of your throat. The look you threw at him was a mix of annoyance and incredulity. In the several months you had “worked” for the man, never had he brought up “Being Flung” as one of your job duties.

“Uh, yeah.” Even with the blind fold, you could read clearly the ‘are you stupid?’ look plastered on his face. You opened your mouth to tell him off and shrieked as suddenly his hand was on your wrist.

And you were weightless again. 

“SATORU!!!” You howled, eyes tearing up as you plummeted from who knows how high. There were only clouds and cold biting air. A plane of bright white that dizzyingly spun past you as gravity latched onto your flesh. Tears filled your eyes as stinging, icy air bit at your face and exposed skin. You couldn’t see the ground as you fell, the fluffy clouds hiding your horrible fate from you as you plummeted.

“IT’S NOT SO BAD.” Satoru was next to you suddenly, letting himself fall as he grabbed your hand. You let out a wordless shriek, rage and fear mixing in your stomach as you fought the urge to pass out. Fear filled your head like a thick syrup, the urge to survive grappling the inevitable death that awaited miles below you.

The ground was visible now. A horrible patchwork that became clearer with each passing second. Farm land and cities painted themselves before you with a dizzying speed. Your heart was in your throat, pulse a thunderous roar in your head as you let out another howl.

“Relax.” Satoru huffed. You were back in the white expanse of sky again, no longer falling. High above the clouds where the air was thin and cold. Dew was quick to collect, a chilling cover that did little to calm your frantic pulse. Satoru held you in his arms, scowling down at you. His chest pressed against your back, arms locked tightly at your waist as he let out another sigh.

“You need to be able to react well to attacks like this.”

Slipping his blindfold off, Satoru stared at you with his brilliant eyes. They rivaled the sky you realized, still able to find him attractive despite the fear still threading through your veins.

“Curses will always try to separate and concur.” 

He shifted you in his arm, face close to yours as he held you close. Satoru’s breath was sweet and warm, surprisingly welcome against your chilled face. It nearly made you loosen your hold on your anger. And then he opened his mouth again.

“It's easier to pick off the weaklings and then focus on me.”

Words formed and failed to pass your lips. You were beyond pissed at the man. Despite his angelic looks and charming grin, he was a devil.

“F-fuck you.” You managed to sputter out, fingers digging into his sleeve as you tried to avoid looking down.

“Ah, you wish.” He cackled. You silently cursed him as the man teleported you back to the hotel room. Gojo was your personal devil, you decided.

Xeric

“Five letter word meaning a very dry habitat.” Satoru was hunched over a wordscross, the man so bored he had resorted to reading the newspaper. You sat beside him, watching as the airport flight board went through its cycle, wincing each time your flight number was displayed.

Delayed by 2 hours. You weren’t sure you could last another 2 hours with the whiny man baby. He had gotten nicer since the night he had come crying. The past 3 months it had been easier to be his assistance. But now that he wasn’t hating your guts, you were being given the same aloof rich toddler routine he gave everyone else.

You knew it was a facade. That Satoru was unable to let anyone in. The event in his teen years that he refused to talk about had changed who he was. Made the man a wolf in sheep's clothing.

“Hey.” He nudged you with one knee, sliding his dark shades down his nose. Satoru regarded you, his other hand shaking the newspaper in your direction again.

“I asked a question.”

You shot him an exacerbated look. The past 2 weeks you had been on a mission with him. Being dragged to the middle of nowhere to find a special grade spirit terrorizing a small village. While Gojo had been stomping around the forest, you had spent the days surrounded by the old women of the village pestering you about your ‘husband’. It had been horrible, the old women unabashed in their curiosity about the handsome man and how well he made love. 

Gross.

With a small sigh, you looked at the question again, trying to think of a suitable answer. Surprisingly you had it. 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you can’t just teleport us back.”

Satoru whined at that, leaning back in his chair, head tilting back as he let out a dramatic sigh.

“I dunno ask Yaga. He’s the one bitching about keeping a low profile.” 

Fair enough, you grimaced as you thought back to the talking to you had started getting weekly. Yaga was determined to reign Satoru in and was fully intent on using you as the vessel to do so. Not that you could do anything to stop the snowy haired man even if you wanted to.

“Xeric is the answer.”

Satoru gave you a look, “That’s not a word.”

You shot him a glare, “Don’t ask for my help if you aren’t going to take it.” 

The man hummed, stretching his long legs out. He had worn an all black ensemble today. Black slacks, loafers and a turtleneck. It made his hair look even more shocking. Satoru was handsome in an unearthly way today. It upset you to acknowledge it, cheeks heating up at the thought.

“Use it in a sentence.” He sat back, sliding his shades back up to hide his eyes.

“Google it.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away. Without looking you knew he was making a face at you. The man was a child. A small part of you almost liked it better when he hated you.

His hand finger walked from the armrest of the airport bench onto your thigh. Satoru tapped and nudged your thigh until you turned with narrowed eyes.

“Fine.” You paused, then grinned at him, “You make my pussy xeric.”

You weren’t sure if you were using the word right. But it was worth it to see the look of utter shock on his face. He let out a small bark of laughter, turning to his phone to no doubt search up the word.

You let out a small groan, watching as your flight details painfully adjusted.

Delayed by 3 hours.

Yelling

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” 

Satoru was screaming and you could barely hear him. There was a loud buzzing in your head, as if a million bees had settled in your skull. You felt heavy, your limbs were somehow miles apart. Moving felt impossible, you were too tired, too heavy, too scattered. 

‘Sleep. Sleeping would be good.’ You thought tiredly. The feeling was intense, too difficult to resist. Your eyes slid shut, darkness filling your mind and making the buzzing worse.

“FUUUUCK!” 

Your eyes slid open, each eyelid somehow heavier than the earth itself. Through your blurry vision you could see Megumi and Satoru. Both looked panicked. Satoru’s blue eyes were uncovered, pupils dilated as he shakily picked you up. He winced as you let out a protest, more a screech than any word that had tried to form. Everything hurt, waves of fire swelling beneath your skin. Your veins were filled with lava, burning your very soul as he pulled you from the field to a sterile room.

Why is he yelling. You wondered faintly, brow furrowing as you tried to find your mouth, It was too far to use. But it was right where it should be. You licked your lips, struggling to find words that piled uselessly in your throat and silenced you. Your lips tasted of iron, the metallic taste filling your mouth unpleasantly.

Shoko was yelling now, furiously pointing at you and then jabbing her finger into Gojo’s chest. Beside them, Megumi looked pale.

‘Poor kid.’ You thought sluggishly. ‘Where were Yuji and Nobara?’

“FIX IT!”

He was yelling again, hands in his hair this time. You winced, the lights too bright. They reflected from his hair in a strangely blinding way. You tried to wave your hand, to tell him you were fine. It was impossible to tell if it worked, you felt too tired. Sleep, you just needed sleep. Your eyes slid shut again and you gave in to the urge to sleep.

You dreamt of a void. Endless and darker than black. It didn’t scare you, something about it was comforting. The deep black was familiar. A part of you that was sleeping just beneath the surface. The part of you that was Null.

When you awoke, he was yelling again. It was distant, as if he was a few rooms away.

“Sensei. Are you ok?” Yuji sat at your bed, the manga he had been reading forgotten in his hands.

You blinked, licked your lips and nodded. Part of you felt ashamed. This wasn’t your first time ending up in a hospital due to your own incompetence. It was a tired routine that your body was beginning to resent. But the rest of you was too tired to care. Pain seemed to have made its home in your bones, twined beneath muscles and fat to bite at your very core.

“How long have I been out?” You rasped. From the hallway you could hear Gojo’s voice becoming louder.

“5 days.” Megumi stepped into the room and you caught a glimpse of Satoru and Yaga in the hallway. Both looked beyond pissed. The boys shared a glance, some unspoken agreement passing between them.

“What happened?” Your throat stung, each word so faint that you barely heard yourself. The boys shared another glance, a heavy darkness hanging between them for a moment.

“That simple mission wasn’t simple.” Megumi sat on the end of your bed, mouth twisting in a frown. His hair looked more disheveled than usual, dark bags under his eyes adding to his beaten down look.

“It was a special grade and two cursed wombs.”

You blinked, mind sluggish putting it together. The council had been upset about something, again. Your mind couldn’t be bothered to piece it together. But there was a bridge, a curse that had been horribly wrong.

You and Megumi were stuck, the curse swelling larger than life. It wasn’t going to be a simple fight. As it shed its previous skin, you found yourself staring at a massive man-like creature with too many arms and eyes. It had eaten more than one of Sukuna’s fingers. 

You shared a glance with Megumi, the look the boy giving you showing you that he was thinking the same thing. Had it been fed the fingers? Was this a trap?

“Ah” You let out a tired rasp, settling deeper into the plush pillows you were propped up on. For some reason you thought of Mahito, of the school event. Was this the result of that?

You were too tired to ponder on that, choosing instead to glance about the room you were in. Now that you were more awake you could tell the clinic you were in was a lot fancier than it needed to be. The sheets you were on were definitely silk and that walls had medical equipment that looked more expensive than your apartment. That was typical of Satoru, always the best that money could buy.

“Why is he yelling?” You rasped out, eyes half lidded as you stared at the closed door of your room. Satoru was beyond pissed, something that was rare for him to show in front of others. Any emotion was rare for him to share. The man put up a facade of cheerful, carefree idiocy so much that it was hard to believe he was anything but that. 

“Uh.” Yuji made a face, again sharing a glance with Megumi, “He might’ve tried to go kill the council.” 

“Yaga stopped him.” Megumi sighed, rubbing the palm of his hand into his left eye.

“Idiot.” Yuji snickered. No, not Yuji. Sukuna.

“HEY!” Yuji yelped, slapping his hand over the mouth forming on his cheek. It didn’t deter the old curse, a new mouth forming on the back of the offending hand.

“Hello dipshit.” The mouth cackled. You hummed in response, lips pressing in a thin line. You were the dipshit in question. Sukuna had made it known his opinion of you when Gojo had first introduced you to the boy. You liked to think that you unsettled the curse. After all, unreliable powers made you unpredictable.

“I’m so sorry Sensei.” Yuji stuffed his hand in his pocket, sighing as the mouth popped back up on his cheek. The curse was persistent today. 

You watched as the curse cackled, seeming to enjoy how uncomfortable he was making the boy. 

Sukuna is an idiot. You decided. It didn’t matter that he could probably rend the earth in half with his bare hands. He was still an idiot. All brute strength and no brains. Ok maybe some brains, no one got the legendary status he did without some effort.

Your head was aching, hell everything was and the Curse’s laugh was getting on your last nerve. Thinking back to the dream you had well passed out, you focused on that deep null feeling that you had swam in.

“AH!” Both boys flinched as a weak wave of null rippled out around you. It had the desired effect, the mouth on Yuji’s cheek closing with a snap. You smiled, inhaling deeply and focusing again to release the feeling. 

“You figured it out!” Satoru flung the door open, striding in with a rather manic look on his face. You nodded stiffly, offering an apologetic smile to the room.

“One good thing about this I suppose.” 

Gojo merely hummed at that. He was upset, you could see it in how he stood, fists jammed deep in his pockets. The boys could tell as well, both giving him a concerned look.

“Glad to see you’re up.” You smiled as Nanami entered the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He had a small pastry box in his hands. 

“Are you done yelling?” The blonde leveled a sharp look at Gojo. Satoru huffed, running a finger over his blindfold.

“Depends, is there a donut in there for me?” 

For a moment Nanami just glared, allowing Yuji and Megumi to each snag a treat from the box. Then he relented, passing the box to the white haired man. Gojo took it with a noise of excitement, flopping next to you on the bed. You gently took one of the chocolate donuts, biting into it carefully. Next to you, Satoru crammed a jelly donut into his mouth, not caring about the mess he made. He leaned close to you, licking his lips with an odd gusto.

“I am in fact not done with yelling.” He murmured in your ear. It was not a whisper, Nanami shooting him a glare and the boys both sharing another cryptic look. You let out a sigh, wondering faintly if there was a way you could turn null on permanently. 

Zealot

“Don’t say his name.” Satoru snapped at you with a ferocity bordering on rage. It stunned you for a second and you physically recoiled, one foot sliding back as you tensed. The man’s uncovered gaze was usually unnerving as is. But now, it was positively poison.

“A-alright. Sorry.” You stammered out, shifting a step away from him. Shoko had been right of course. Stupidly you had thought the two of you had grown close enough that you could start to peel back the layers that Satoru shrouded himself in.

In the months you had been working with him you had learned that his cheerful and arrogant behavior was to cover how he truly felt. The man exposed nothing about himself, not who he cared for and definitely not how he felt. Satoru presented the world with the facade of a confident jujutsu god.

It slipped from time to time. Usually when he was startled, like with you using null from the first time. Or when one of his students was put in danger without him around to help. It was rare but it happened.

You shifted to the kitchen of your apartment, fiddling with a hand towel. The air was tense, Satoru standing with his back to you. 

“I didn’t mean to snap.” The man sighed, walking over to you. Satoru leaned against the counter, sliding his hand across the smooth granite.

“He’s a dead Zealot. That’s all he is.”

It was a lie. You didn’t need Satoru’s six eyes to see that. 

“He left the jujutsu world, became a cult leader.”

You stood, one hand limp against the counter top. He was being incredibly open. It scared you a little to see such raw edges exposed.

Beneath the shiny and perfect exterior sat tangled and ripped edges of hurt that he had swallowed. Never acknowledged, it had years to grow, years to fester within the hidden most part of his soul.

“Suguru killed humans, his own parents.” Satoru spat, he was angry, but not entirely with his best friend. You could tell some of the anger was directed inwards, chewing at the open wound. He blamed himself. Blamed decisions he did not make and could not have stopped.

“He died as he lived, cruel and heartless.”

You slid your hand across the counter, gently touching his finger tips. Satoru pulled his hand away, the look in his eyes steely as he regarded you.

You swallowed the hurt, trying to assume a comforting expression.

“You don’t mean that.” Your voice was soft and unsure. Satoru laughed harshly, smile too sharp, eyes too bright.

“Nothing good comes of a zealot.” He turned, yanking the apartment door open. You flinched as the door slammed behind him, stomach twisting in knots. Satoru had cried so hard when his friend died. He had poured his heart wordlessy into the air, into your arms. 

You knew he hadn’t allowed Shoko to deal with the funeral rights. That there really hadn’t been a funeral, just a quiet burial.

He hadn’t been able to cremate his friend's body. Hadn’t wanted Shoko to see Suguru as a shell.

Emotions from the past bubbled within him, a churning mess of molten guilt and rage. Satoru could spit and snarl as much as he wanted, but you knew beneath it all he would always love Suguru.

[queensectonia]

i think one of the bigger tells we have in the kirby fandom for whether someone is genuinely trying to share information or is just trying to start slapfights about headcanon is the phrase “kirby is canonically nonbinary in japan”. i’ve almost never seen that phrase used as anything other than code for “your headcanon is wrong” - when it is said earnestly, it’s almost always because the person saying it was just repeating it from elsewhere.

*for those just tuning in: kirby isn’t canonically anything in japan. his gender is strictly unknown and this is a very intentional choice on HAL’s part. japanese is what is known as a “pro-drop language”, which means that pronouns of all classes can be omitted from standard linguistical use. this is particularly true of second- and third-person pronouns; saying “he” or “she” often sounds unnatural in speech. you could give a whole description of someone in japanese without ever inferring their gender, and this is exactly what HAL does with kirby. it’s a completely normal and mundane function of the language - kirby isn’t even the only character who is referred to this way! several major and minor characters never have their gender referred to in any way, including meta knight for example.

the only slightly gendered thing about kirby is his first-person pronoun: he uses “boku” in japanese on the rare occasions that he speaks. boku is a typically masculine pronoun, but it gives off an informal, young boy kind of feel, and is commonly used by all genders in media.

kirby, like a lot of nintendo’s early protagonists, is meant to be something of a blank slate for the player to project what they want on. in external media like comic books, twitter posts, etc., kirby is often shown participating in both girls-only and boys-only events. makiko ohmoto has said that she sees people imagining kirby as a boy or as a girl and that she’s fond of any interpretation.

(for a bit of an added fun fact, this is a large part of why female kirby interpretations are so popular in the japanese fandom - gijinka or otherwise!)