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18+ slight angst. meet footballer!gojo & his cheerleader fwb !

1. CHEERLEADERS ARE FOR CHEERING—NOT FONDLING!

“girl… isn’t that your man?”

your first mistake is letting your eyes follow shoko’s gaze to the bleachers. your second mistake is making eye contact with golden boy gojo satoru, still in his jersey & ‘hiding’ behind a skinny pole with a very annoyed geto suguru by his side.

you don’t bother correcting shoko. instead you ignore the grin satoru flashes you, taking out the water bottle between your lips with a pop! “is he supposed to be hiding?”

shoko shrugs, turns on her heel. “dunno, ask him. he’s clearly waiting.”

you roll your eyes with a sigh, but you’re already moving.

shoes clicking against the wood gym floor, skirt swishing between your thighs. gojo satoru has long come out of his hiding spot. he’s slumped against the pole now; hands in his pockets, grin lazy, blue eyes glimmering in the orange sun. beside him geto suguru is there, jaw tight in an expression that says he’d rather be anywhere but here.

you still have your bottle in hand when gojo reaches for your hips. “hi, baby…”

you barely murmur back a hi before he’s tugging you in by your skirt. his head dips to kiss your neck, then your cheek, then somewhere else your brain doesn’t register because his hands glide up to squeeze your ass cheeks underneath your skirt. a soft noise slips past your lips as he sucks on your neck.

“mm,” he murmurs, “missed you.”

geto clears his throat.

you let satoru do as he pleases, threading your hands through his hair as his hand dips between your inner thighs. he hums into your neck when you scratch his scalp. “suguru,” you breathe, “how’d you two even get here? coach toji’s gonna kill you guys.”

“kiss,” satoru interrupts. you tilt your head towards him, eyes still on suguru as gojo presses his lips to yours.

suguru’s face twists in disgust, but he doesn’t comment. “satoru bribed him. paid him a couple hundreds to see you for five minutes.”

“right—” your voice strains when gojo gropes your ass once again. “and you followed him because?”

geto is already looking away. “he bribed me too.”

you snort, but it turns into a shiver as satoru sucks on your earlobe. he hums, pleased, when your fingers tighten in his hair.

“mmh… got an away match,” he kisses your jaw. “wanted to see my girl first.”

you’re not his girl, you know you’ll never be, but you still laugh when he squeezes your waist & presses hurried kisses to your cheek. you shove him away & his grin is cocky.

“gonna score for you,” he tugs you back, dipping his head to your ear. “and then you’ll treat me, yeah?”

you hum when his arms snake around your hips once again.

“only if you score the winning goal.”

2. POST MATCH SEXCAPADES !

satoru comes back too late.

you’re not sure exactly why—maybe overtime, maybe the team stopped somewhere to celebrate their win—but you don’t let the thought plague you. you’re more concerned about the fact that it’s nearly evening & you can hear a ball kicking against the gym walls. you’re still in your cheer uniform, tiny skirt & sheer top, standing at the metal doors as you watch gojo dribble on his own.

he stops dribbling to catch his breath, wiping sweat off his chin. and then he’s off to sit at the bleachers, letting water slide down his neck as he chugs from a bottle.

you take it as your cue.

you have your hands behind your back, padding all slow, steps soft as you make your way to him. gojo keeps his bottle pressed to his lips but he sees it. how your skirt clings to your thighs. how your breasts ripple under the thin material. he lets out a low hum as you sit yourself on his lap.

you loop your hands around his neck. “hi.”

his lip tugs. “hi,”

he squeezes your waist as you press yourself into him. your tits smush against his chest, nipples hardening, and his fingers are already tracing the hem of your skirt & gliding up your thigh.

“how was the match?” you mumble.

“was good,” he mutters, but his thumb has already found your panties underneath your skirt. he rubs a slow circle over the bud. “you miss me?”

“no,” you sass, but he presses his thumb into your clit & your hips stutter. satoru laughs.

“i know what you like now,” he hums, left hand gliding up your side as the other rubs slow circles over your panties. “know it only takes a little.”

his thumb finds your nipple through your thin shirt. he rubs a circle over the pebbled peak, slow, but then he raises a brow. “no bra?”

you can’t respond. your breath hitches as your head falls into his shoulder.

“so cute,” he murmurs softly. he lets you press against him, leaving your panties to grope your heavy tits in his palm. he squeezes and fondles, pressing light kisses to your cheek as you make pretty noises in his ear. your hips buck into him.

“needy,” he scoffs, but his hands come up to guide your hips as you rut against him. he’s already hard and your panties are soaked thin and you let the material cling between your folds as your clit rubs against him. he flips up your skirt to find you drenched & slobbering. he bites his cheek.

“fuck, baby,” he rasps, sliding your panties over your aching cunt. you’re still humping him. “why’s your pussy so fucking wet?”

you only whimper as he presses his thumb to your sticky clit, rubbing hard circles over the bud. his other hand gropes your hip, guiding you faster over him. your breathing shudders as his thumb circles your clit faster and harder, until your hips are stuttering & he’s cupping your pussy so you cum in his palm.

you whimper, tears pricking at your lashes as you come down from your high. satoru kisses your cheek slow. “mmh, good job, baby.”

he’s still rubbing his palm over your pussy, massaging your warmth all slow & lazy. your eyes drop to his bulge, his cock practically twitching in his shorts. you reach a hand to glide over it, palming him so his hips twitch. he inhales sharply, “fuck—”

“not in my uniform,” he steals your hand, kissing your jaw. “gonna be a nightmare to clean.”

you glare at him through your lashes. “it’s already dirty, idiot.”

he laughs at your pretty face glaring up at him. your cheeks are still flushed, lashes wet, and your lips are in a frown but satoru swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. he folds his hand over yours and dips his head to kiss you warm & slow. you gasp as his tongue pushes in, a soft moan leaving your lips as his tongue grazes yours.

“another time,” he murmurs against your lips. “no pouting, yeah?”

you pout anyways, and satoru kisses it off.

3. NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND !

satoru is driving too fast.

his jaw is tight, knuckles white against the steering as you clutch your seatbelt beside him. your heart hammers against your ribs but the engine soon slows, his foot easing down on the breaks as the car comes to a stop at a traffic light.

today’s match went bad, really bad, so bad to the point that afterwards you’d tried to console him and he’d simply walked past. you try not to let it get to you. you know how men are when it comes to losing in sports.

but satoru’s breathing settles beside you, so you try once more.

“you played good today.”

silence.

"i know you're upset," you continue, voice soft. "but it's just one game, and you'll get them next time.”

silence again. his jaw only ticks, face illuminated by the traffic light’s red glow. the seconds seem to stretch into minutes, and you fumble with your skirt.

“you did your best,” you turn to him. “that’s all that matters—“

“can you stop?”

you freeze.

satoru doesn’t look at you. his fingers tap against the steering as he lowers his foot to the gas pedal. he’s not speeding anymore, but the silence stretches & you can feel a lump clawing at your throat.

you bite your lip. and satoru’s mad, yes, but he’s got no right to talk to you like that or take his anger out on you. so you suck in a breath, try to correct him. “i was only trying to help. you don’t have to take it out on me—“

“do you ever get tired of talking?”

“what?”

but satoru continues. “you always have something to say, don’t you? you’re not my fucking girlfriend. and i don’t need your fucking comfort.”

you blink. the words don’t register at first, but soon your throat is closing up, and you’re nodding obediently before you can think any better of it. your skirt bunches in your hands as you try to keep your breathing steady. god forbid you give him a reason to snap at you once again.

“you’re right,” you try for sass but it fails. “and i won’t act like it again.”

but satoru sees you through the rearview mirror. your eyes are on your lap, like you’re still trying to process what just happened, your thumbs fiddling with the hem of your skirt. satoru only swallows, glances away. if he ignores you long enough, you’ll be just fine, right?

your breath hitches beside him and he crumbles immediately.

he’s already pulling over, unbuckling his belt to reach over the console. “no baby, i’m sorry,” he pleads, and maybe he shouldn’t because it only makes tears fall from your eyes. “shh baby don’t cry, i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry.”

he smushes your face into his chest, carding his fingers through your hair. you try to push him away but he takes your hand and presses it to his chest.

“didn’t mean to snap at you,” his breathing is ragged as he cups your face. “don’t cry baby, you know i hate it when you cry.”

you sniffle as he swipes a thumb over your wet lashes. “then what are we?”

satoru doesn’t answer. instead he presses his lips to yours, slow and warm, head tilting to deepen the kiss. “you’re my girl,” kiss. “my baby,” kiss. “my everything,” kiss.

he doesn’t say my girlfriend. but he doesn’t need to, right?

footballer!gojo doesn’t do relationships. and cheerleaders like you don’t make good girlfriends anyway. so you swallow the lump growing in your throat & let him part open your thighs.

SCORE, end

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[hestiayoon]

wow i posted something go read it

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nerd!gojo turned frat!gojo encounters his high school sweetheart at his party 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

gojo satoru was the golden boy of jujutsu university.

president of the biggest frat on campus, the most gorgeous face and blue orbs you could set your eye on, packing muscles, and a height that just matches perfectly. plus, his parties were the best.

everyone wanted satoru, to say the least.

people like to call him a "playboy", or a "heavyweight", and he loves to drown his ego in those compliments and rumors.

cause in contrast to gojo satoru in high school, his reputation was way better than he could ever expect.

almost half his face covered in his thick glasses, constantly wearing the same hoodies and sweaters, hair unkempt and messy, nose buried in books half of the time— it was a total 360!

but, there was one thing satoru missed the most from his high school days... and that was you.

the only girl he kept longer than 6 months. hell, you two even lasted three years, sophomore till senior. you were his first love, first girlfriend, first kiss, first fuck, first everything. god, if only you didn't pick a college so far away.

but satoru thinks it's for the best. if you were still with him, he would know he'd still stay as that nerdy boy that everyone hated. so, he does his best to forget about you. who needs a girlfriend when he can have fun without a label?

... is what he thought until he saw you again.

he hasn't felt lovestruck in a long while. everything went silent around him. everything was going in slow motion. lights probed around the house slowly, music low-pitched, laughter on reverb. and funnily, there was a spotlight on you.

heart eyes bore into you from across the room, but you haven't noticed yet. you were talking to your friend, utahime who studied at the sister school of your high school, who brought you here.

"oh, i totally forgot to tell you. remember gojo?" she asks, taking a sip from her red cup.

your heart drops slightly at the mention of him. you haven't heard of satoru since he blocked you unexpectedly. you heard about his 'glow up' but for your mental health, you couldn't be bothered to dig deeper into it. but you digress, forcing a smile. "yeah, of course i do. why would i forget?" you laugh, crossing your arms.

"he goes to jujutsu university too, right? same as you..." you awkwardly say, drinking the beer in your hand.

utahime nods, "yeah, he's the host of this party." she bluntly spoke. and before you knew it, you spat out your drink.

"girl, what the hell?!" utahime exclaims, stepping back. you wipe your mouth, eyes wide, "i am so sorry— i'm going to get tissues,"

but before you could act, someone stood right beside you, kitchen towels in hand. "you alright?" he talks directly to utahime, a flirty grin evident in his voice, and he rips some tissue to help her wipe her shirt.

if physically possible, your eyes widen even more. you find yourself speechless.

"i'm fine— and i don't need your help dude," she says, grabbing the tissues and wiping her shirt. utahime then sighs, "i'm going to the bathroom, excuse me." she clicks her tongue. "i'm so so sorry, iori," you mumble, "it's fine, i'm sure you were shocked..." your friend says before walking away, eyes darting between the two of you.

you force yourself to keep an eye on your friend, crossing your arms once more as you attempt to save yourself from humiliation. you needed to avoid this man at all costs.

gojo fucking satoru. nerd or not, you're not looking forward to seeing him.

but no, of course not. as talkative as satoru is (which hasn't changed since high school), he just had to say something!

clearing his throat, "well... long time no see." he speaks, voice unusually deep. gosh, is he trying to be cool?

you take a deep breath to compose yourself before you turn— and lo and behold, the 6'3 alien-looking dude is in front of you. "hey," you mutter, eyes darting left and right.

"what brings you here?" he asks awkwardly, and his demeanor suggests the nerd in him resurfaced after years. "utahime invited me," you answer quickly, suddenly finding that lamp beside the couch interesting, squinting your eyes.

"i see..." satoru mutters, and you finally look at him properly for the first time tonight. god, he looked so different yet as breathtaking as you remember.

no more fat glasses or bangs that framed his face perfectly— but replaced with a slicked back look with a cap worn backwards that looked like a cherry on top. gojo satoru always had muscles but never showed them to anyone but you. yet now, he's bigger, beefier, you might say— and he's flaunting it like a 5-course meal.

"you here for long?" he then asks, snapping you out of your thoughts and nonchalantly putting his hands in his pockets. you clear your throat, trying to find the words to say without exposing too much information. "i'm on vacation," you respond, looking down. satoru just bites his lip nervously.

a beat of awkward silence lingers in the air, seemingly both of you at a loss for words. but satoru speaks up: "hey... if ever you're free after all of this, would you consider going out—" however, he gets cut off by a bunch of girls screaming his name, asking for him to join them in the pool.

the white-haired man turns around, flashing them a wide smile. "i'll be right there gorgeous," and he waves.

but when he swerves to talk to you again, you were nowhere to be found. the fratboy sighs. "god, someone just fuck me in the ass already," he mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head before darting off to look for you.

you were already heading out of the house, regretting your decision to even come here in the first place. you should've flipped him off the moment he approached you and went home. that would've saved you from seeing that horrendous sight of your man flirting with some girls who can't even get a 2.5 gpa.

you briskly walk over to the sidewalk, taking a deep breath as the cool night air hit your drunk ass.

wait. but he isn't even your man? what right do you have to get jealous?

taking a few steps forward, your heels click against the pavement. until you abruptly stop, sighing loudly before screaming bloody murder in total embarrassment. you grip your bag, before crouching in humiliation, eyes shut as you force yourself to forget about everything that just happened.

what were you even thinking— why and how would you ever get the chance to get back with the new and improved gojo satoru?

he's the type of guy who plays beer pong and kisses people for fun during truth or dare games now. he's no longer that shy, anti-party, anti-alcohol, study-prioritizing nerd you've known since grade 8. he does billiards with a girl around his arm feeding him his drink— no, he doesn't play chess and beg you to watch his tournaments or go on a chess park date. you bet he doesn't even like digimon anymore! he probably sold all his limited edition cards and used the money for his fraternity's party funds.

but most of all, he's not yours anymore. and that really fucking stung.

messing up your hair with another scream, you find yourself wasted on countless "what ifs" that contradict "he blocked me first, it's not worth it" thoughts. you let out a low sob, tired and yearning to go home.

"i'm so stupid," you mutter to yourself, but you're met with a response. "no, i am." a deep voice rumbles from behind you.

your brain freezes for a second, before you're darting back up again, giving yourself whiplash as you face your one and only ex-boyfriend once again.

"did you freaking follow me out?" you exclaim, furrowing your eyebrows as you took a few steps away from him.

"y-yeah, but not in a creepy way— i just wanted to talk to you," he says, rubbing the bicep pressed tightly against his compression shirt nervously.

"i'm not interested." you say, straightforward. "not anymore," you then mumble, sighing under your breath as you look away from him.

"i'm not here to get you back," he softly speaks, "well, maybe, if you'd let me. but i was just really happy to see you again." he rocks himself on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets again.

you hug yourself to go against that random coldness that swifts through you. maybe it's because of your adrenaline. "you've got tons of other girls lined up, just leave me alone." you scoff. "plus, you're the one who blocked me in the first place, didn't you?"

he pouts. cute, but no.

"i know that," he sighs, rubbing his nape, "and i'm sorry, okay? i fucked up a lot during our breakup period even though we could've stayed friends." he looks down, clearly guilty. but you won't buy it. you force yourself not to.

"at least you're self-aware." you mutter bitterly.

"look, i get it if you want to go— if you don't want to talk to me. i'm sure it's a shock to see me, especially like... this." your ex explains, adjusting his cap habitually.

"point is?" you raise an eyebrow.

he bites his lip apprehensively, hands on his hips as he gathered the courage to ask: "i want to make it up to you. maybe when you're feeling better too." he says, taking a few steps forward.

you freeze. you should seriously move. run a marathon for a cause— cause being getting away from gojo satoru.

"so... would it hurt so much to rekindle? be friends?" he asks, looking at you with those overbearing blue eyes, like his life depended on it.

friends? yeah, right. but you think about it.

"fine." you mutter.

yo. that's not how it was supposed to go?

but your heart is stubborn. and your heart won't let go of you stupid nerd turned fratboy ex. it's fucking stupid.

so there you have it. you're friends with gojo satoru again. unbelievable. three weeks in with talking to him again, you now find yourself laying on your bed, giggling at one of his corny ass jokes, staring at your phone as you waited for those three dots to become a message.

but while waiting for his response, your good friend utahime gives you a call. sitting up, you answer. "hello?"

her end starts with a loud sigh. "warning before i speak, just know i'll be blunt like last time. god, i hate men!" she exclaims, and you show concern.

"iori what happened?" you ask, and she replies. "you've been betted on, that's what happened!" your heart drops.

"i got the info from shoko, remember her? it's crazy! i swear that gojo guy is such an asshole thank god i went to a different campus during high school, he's the most disrespectful nuisance i've ever met—" utahime rambles, but you cut her off, staring blankly at the notification you got from satoru.

toru g: i'm gonna visit your dorm, surprise! ( ˙꒳​˙ ) i'm otw,,, don't yell at me for coming unexpectedly pls. ♡♡♡

"hey... iori? i'll call you back, okay? tell me everything later." you say into the phone before ending the call.

just then, you hear your doorbell ring. just perfect.

you walk to the door in anger, steps heavy as you swing it open.

"SURPRISE!" slap!

yeah, fuck fratboy gojo satoru.

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a/n: hi guys! hope u liked this one. took me a few days to write but finally, it's out!

thank u so so much for reading. please do consider reblogging and giving me a follow cuties <3 reqs are open anytime too! thanks again :P

[hestiayoon]

MAYBE i'll finish the fratjo fic by tomorrow. stay on the lookout cause i put my badussy into ts

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‹𝟹！MASTERLIST NAV. // last updated jun. 25, 2026

jujutsu kaisen

g.satoru 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

↪ satoru breaks a promise for the first time

↪ fratjo meeting his hs sweetheart again

haikyuu!!

t.b.a. •𐃷•

genshin impact

t.b.a. •𐃷•

resident evil

l.s.kennedy ⌖𖦏

↪ leon comes home to you after re9

d.c. universe

t.b.a. •𐃷•

[hestiayoon]

finally posted my leon kennedy fic :P nerdjo/fratjo fic coming soon! stay tuned baddies

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leon s. kennedy finds his way back home to you after visiting raccoon city again ⌖𖦏

trauma. it gnawed at leon whilst he walked through the r.p.d. with the goal of rescuing the abducted grace. after 28 years, he never imagined walking through that damned city again.

not only that, but he finds himself infected with a dormant strain of the t-virus. just his luck, i guess. he has a long story to tell you when he gets home. if he gets home that is.

but finally, the mission concludes. leon's saving grace— elpis gets him up and ready to finally get a good night's sleep with you by his side tonight.

after saying his goodbyes with grace, shipping elpis to those who needed it— leon slips on his wedding ring and walks straight home to you.

fumbling with the keys of your shared house, leon heavily sighs before finding the right one. he blinks, twisting the knob open, and stumbles into the living room. it's late, yet after his conversation on the phone with you, where he pleaded with you to go to sleep before he gets home, there's a part of him that knows you didn't listen, as disobedient as you always were.

shoving off all his equipment and whatnot onto the carpet of the living room (with not a care for your scolds next morning), he goes into your shared bedroom, a bit expectant to see you up and awake just for him— but he was... wrong?

his expression drops slightly at the sight of you spread out like a starfish on the bed, taking up even his side. he huffs in amusement, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking in your look. eyes shut tightly, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and your mouth slightly ajar. you looked... amusing, to say the least. looks like leon didn't have to worry about you lacking sleep for tonight.

so, he prompts for a shower.

the warm water eases his body almost immediately, and the old man couldn't help but groan softly. his injuries still stung, but he knows you'd tend to restitch and sanitize them when the time comes. leon's definitely looking forward to that. secretly delusional, as he is, he smiles when he imagines the look on your face when he moves even the tiniest bit while you're stitching. your face would be scrunched up in exasperation, voice pouty as you chide him.

"why are you smiling, mister?" your voice cuts him off, and he feels his heart drop stronger than the first time he saw a zombie.

leaning against the now-open glass shower door, you raise an eyebrow at him. "i waited up for you all night," you mutter, crossing your arms.

"yeah, sure you did, honey." he retorts, turning off the shower water. he reaches out for the towel, but you're quicker, handing it to him yourself.

"are you doubting my love for you?" you narrow your eyes, and he huffs as he covers his lower part. "not at all," leon waltzes out of the shower now, heading for the sink. you hum, following after him. you gaze at him through the mirror, "so? where'd your mission bring you this time?"

leon looks back at you, eyes evidently tired, before he lets out a low scoff, leaning down to wash his razor. "you'd never believe it," he murmurs. "well, i'm intrigued," you answer, standing beside him now.

"raccoon city,"

it takes a few moments for you to process before a slow smile of sympathy reaches your lips. "really?" you softly say now, watching as he puts shaving cream on his face. you tilt your head, catching his eyes. "how was it?" you ask, and he glances at you for a moment before going back in the mirror. "it was... interesting," he answers.

"i'm going to need more than that, leon," you sigh in contempt, grabbing the razor and deciding to take matters into your own hands. leon clicks his tongue, but with feigned annoyance. he lifts you onto the counter, and you bite back a smile as he stands in between your legs. "you're quite energetic. can't you wait until the morning?" he grumbles, but you don't listen, shutting him up by slowly shaving his jaw.

"i can't live on a cliffhanger," you murmur, now focused on your work. "you tell me you go back to raccoon city, then stop there. it's unfair,"

leon sighs, but you hold his face in place— so he looks directly at you, thinking about what to say.

but he's distracted, to say the least. a part of him yearns to forget all about that investigation with all the deaths, zombies, viruses, and scary stuff, and enjoy some time with you. plus, you looked breathtaking. if he said it out loud, you'd beg to differ— but when did leon ever care about the way you looked?

"stop dozing off. is this a sign of age?" you put the razor down, an annoyed expression now etched on your beauty, but it makes leon laugh. before he knew it, you were already done with shaving. "really? you're going non-verbal now?" you complain as he washes his face. but you pat it with a towel as soon as he finishes.

"i'm just thinking, gorgeous." he says, muffled through the towel as he leans his hands against the counter, effectively trapping you. the towel is long gone now, and it was just you and leon.

just the two of you, as always.

he leans down, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he looks back into your eyes. no more playful banter, or whines and complaints. you set your hands on his shoulders, "talk to me, honey. what went through your head?" you softly speak, rubbing his skin comfortingly.

leon ponders for a moment, before he speaks up. "i met this girl, she was kidnapped by an ex-t-virus researcher from umbrella." he gruffly speaks, and you listen intently, "and she reminded me of well... me. from all those years ago."

your expression turns solemn, "rookie leon, huh?" you try to keep it lighthearted, caressing his cheeks now. he huffs, "yeah, definitely him."

leon continues, "and she was so desperate to help, to undo the wrongs she blames herself for." he takes a deep breath, and you sigh, feeling all his pent-up emotions. "and it all went down in raccoon city, of all the places."

"oh leon," you shake your head, empathizing with him. "come here honey," opening your arms, you invite him for a warm hug. something you know he needed.

as leon always was, he leans right into your arms, inhaling your scent after days of being away from you. his chin's placed on your shoulder, arms around your waist.

this was the silence leon s. kennedy yearned for— the sweetness of an embrace that he knows is waiting for him, no matter what. an embrace that could easily leave this veteran d.s.o. agent's heart defenseless. 30 years of fighting b.o.w.s, to this was more than a reward. knowing there's a place to go home to felt just right in leon's soul.

"tell me more about it in bed, baby," you whisper, rubbing his back with a smile as you pull away slightly to look at his face. "i wanna hear everything about it." you add, pushing his damp hair back gently.

leon grins, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. simple yet effective, it gets both your hearts to flutter even after all the years of being together. the agent then hauls you up, bringing you back to your shared bedroom.

safe to say— you were the one who totally captured leon kennedy's heart.

a/n: heyyy! if you've reached all the way to the end, thank you so so much for reading <3

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i thought i'd make a little au where reader is leon's wife and he comes home to them after the events of re9! no ship wars— his fandom is canonically his wife :P

also, mid-writing i remembered that elpis literally healed leon as a whole (if i'm not mistaken) so him having injuries might not be canon(?) idk i didn't bother changing it cause i thought the scene in the shower was cute.

anyways, if you enjoyed this work of mine, please do consider giving me a follow or reblogging! it would be much much appreciated baddies :D thanks again!

[hestiayoon]

i have a re9 leon fic otw but i'm so scared to finish it writers block is damn crazy

[hestiayoon]

your fiancée, gojo satoru, has broken a promise for the first time. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

satoru was never one to let his favorite girl down. of course, you were the light of his life. the only one who kept him grounded. and he knew more than anyone that his being a sorcerer was a total nuisance for his social life— especially his love life.

so he made sure to keep you happy. to let everything fall in the palm of your hand. just one request, question, or statement— he'll take care of anything just for you. he never breaks his promises. hell, he even promised you that he'll never break promises. your pinky feels sore from the many times he's wrapped his around it.

like in that one summer in 2007, it was just the two of you in his hot, humid dorm when he promised he'd put a ring on your finger. specifically, he wanted one with a light-blue diamond that shimmered white in the sun. as if he was the one wearing it. but you grinned at the thought. it would be nice to settle down once the two of you reach the peak of your sorcerer career.

luckily, that promise came through. every day since 2017, you've been wearing a gorgeous 24-karat engagement ring with the very specific light-blue diamond that matched satoru's eyes. and as sweet and sentimental satoru always was with you, he gazes at it every night before bed, pressing kisses on your hand while listening to your enamoring giggles and complaints about going to bed already.

he also likes to twist the trinket around while holding hands with you. satoru loves knowing that it's there— not lost, not forgotten. it was a symbol that you were soon to be wed to him, and he always reminded himself of it.

another well-kept promise of his was to buy you that small house outside of tokyo, away from the city life, full of fields with the sight of both mountains and the sea. perfectly quiet, with the occasional festivals. despite his grievance of it being too far from work or not being big enough (he owns the gojo estate, after all), he still invested in your dream home.

you find yourself falling for him even more when you find that the inside is fully furnished, with even the plates matching the aesthetic of the home. it makes you laugh, making him sheepish. "i wanted to surprise you, baby... i still think the place isn't enough for our five future kids, though," he murmurs as he scratches the back of his neck. you shake your head, smiling as you pull him in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you thank him.

long story short, gojo satoru is perfect.

never fails to give you what's yours. never fails to crack a joke when you're down or support you when overwhelmed with your missions. never fails to give you a kiss when you struggle to ask for affection (but not without a bit of teasing). never fails to tell the whole world about how much he loves you, (the first years are tired).

but what you hold closest to your heart was that he never fails to keep his promises.

so naturally, you believed him.

"i'll win, i promise, honey. don't cry," he whispered against the top of your head, your face pressed against his chest as his arms wrapped around you, and vice versa. you lift your gaze to look at him, your breath hitching at the sight of his radiant, azure eyes. you blink away your tears, satoru wipes them away on instinct.

"stop being cocky," you huff, your lips formed into a frown, which satoru found cute. he gives you a soft smile. "come on, have a little faith in your soon-to-be-husband." he squeezes your cheeks twice, never hesitating to annoy you, even before his life-threatening battle.

"i do," you retort, but he's quick, "then let me fight, sweetie." he says. you sniffle, "i am," but you hug him tighter. satoru caresses your cheek, his teasing reduced to zero as he looks at you like he's trying to memorize each feature etched on your face.

he then raises his pinky. "hey, i said i promise."

it takes a few moments for your emotions to comprehend it— flooded with the thoughts of the possibility of him breaking his promise for the first time.

but you trust him. he's never broken a promise, remember? so you lift your finger, wrapping it around his. "i'm counting on it," you mumble, tears forming again almost immediately. satoru chuckles, "alright," he says under his breath.

inevitably, your lover then leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, pinky fingers still entwined. your heart feels heavy with his gesture, free hand up in his white locks as you desperately feel him— as if your gut tells you that this was going to be the last time.

pulling away, satoru pushes your stray hairs back, giving you a wide grin. it made him look stupid, but nevertheless, you were still in love with it. "come back in one piece, dummy." you mumble, "i can't promise one piece, but i did promise alive." he jokes, making you hit his arm lightly with a smile. satoru savored that look on your face. fear gnawed at him about the thought of leaving you, but you both knew what he had to do.

at that moment, he thought about a recent dream he had one night beside you. you were cooking in the kitchen of the house he bought for you, humming to a song he was unfamiliar with. god, you never looked better. satoru dreamt of walking towards you, the hugest smile on his face as his heart was filled with that bittersweet feeling of domesticity. he called out your name, even making a move to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

but there was nothing. his hand drew past your body, as if he wasn't there. his voice never reached your ears, given how you uncharacteristically didn't seem to react. a nightmare. he wasn't there for you. he woke up from it almost immediately, and you had to comfort him for the rest of the night. you called him dramatic, but satoru felt like it was a prophecy.

but snapping back to reality, satoru finds himself heading to the battlefield already, waving to his students and colleagues. then his last wave goes to you. his gorgeous smile pinched your heart like you were 16, sitting at a convenience store at two am with him, watching as he devoured 5 different kinds of sweets, plus your leftovers. nevertheless, you wave back, forcing a smile.

and that was the last you saw of gojo satoru.

"this can't be happening." you shakily mumble to yourself, in disbelief as you watch through the wretched stream. mouth agape, eyes wide— set on his dead, lifeless body. unable to do anything but watch as blood streamed out of his torso.

"hey..." your friend, shoko, puts a hand on your shoulder. tight, in reassurance. the other sorcerers are quick to get on their feet, almost all in shinjuku to finish what satoru started.

you don't say anything at first— your chest wouldn't let you. but you lift your gaze, looking into her eyes.

"satoru broke his promise."

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a/n: hellooo, this is my first post on the blog. if you've come all the way here, thanks so so much for reading! ♡

sorry if the ending is a bit inaccurate, i haven't read volume 27 yet T_T. if you liked this drabble(?), please do consider reblogging and following me :3 thanks again baddies!

[hestiayoon]

im going to start writing again fyi (iyk me, you actually don't.)

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