meet in my dreams..

Sylus's kitten 18+

[leftpoetrymoon]

Master list.

Jujutsu kaisen.

Love and deepspace.

[silentfriday]

more Gojo smau and posts

thank you all so much for all the love and support especially you @kashimopilled and you @stillsearching1name it means a lot, I still wanted to give yall something even if I can’t really write right now, love you all to the moon and back

[leftpoetrymoon]

Faded dreams.

“Shoko, why do those two always make a scowl on their faces whenever I try to talk to them?" 

The brunette listened to your ramble about the duo who were busy buying the ice-cream from the vendor. 

Meanwhile, you were looking at her with a pout on your face with pastries stuffed in your mouth which reminded her of a grumpy chipmunk.

Her hands which were holding the cigarette were now stretching your cheeks which made you squeal in surprise.

"Leave it, they're just idiots who's avoiding the pure angel that always showers them with love.”

"Me!? I'm an angel!? Awwwwwww Shoko! ur so cuteeeeee!!!” You shouted in pure happiness in your face and hugged her tightly to which she returned gladly.

But you forgot to notice that scowl on both Satoru and Suguru's face as you said the word ‘cute’ to Shoko.

After all they say angels can't stay forever on earth you know?

And maybe that's why you were covered in the pool of blood of your own. By saving Amanai and taking the bullet for her right at your heart.

Suguru fell to his knees as his arms started to tremble in fear. Amanai was forgotten. The one who shot you watched in annoyance and left the scene.

Are you dying? That's not possible right…? But what mattered now was you slowly started to struggle to keep your eyes open.

Without wasting time, Suguru cradled your trembling figure separately ignoring the blood which was soaking his clothes.

Your vision started to fade as you tried to stay conscious by gazing at him. “N—no…No! You don't get to close your eyes now! You fucking CAN'T!”

Not before him and Satoru confess their love to you. Not before you get to die before you even started to live your life with them.

" It hurts here…..my head hurts Suguru…" his voice started to crack as your eyes slowly gave up and started to close.

For the first time in his life, Suguru felt fear. Pure terror of losing you forever from him and Satoru even when they're supposed to be the strongest.

“Suguru!—" 

He didn't turn to look at Satoru when his presence came into view. Didn't dare to leave his eyes from you as you tried so hard to keep looking at him.

"....y/n?"

And just like that Satoru sank into his knees and clutched your hands covered in blood tightly. 

What's the point of being the strongest when you can't even protect the one you love the most?

Tears fell from their eyes at your question aimed at them so brokenly. “Do you both hate me that much?...."

Satoru shakes his head and kisses your hands like a god worshipping his lover. Suguru wiped the strand of tear from your eyes and whispered the words which made your breath hitch.

"We just love you too much…and that's why like idiots we keep teasing you just to hear you shout at us—" 

Before you even tried to respond your vision started to get blurry as you slowly took your last breath. That's the moment they understood that they failed to protect their only angel just like that.

And now they also know why Shoko always called you as " Angel”, because angels love too pretty but leave their loved ones so soon by sacrificing themselves.

Yes, Amanai is safe. But at what cost? Because the pain of watching you slowly dying in their arms broke them in a way to which they can never recover.

After all, loving you was the twisted curse they tried so hard to forget. But to the loving you was also this only light in their life which was filled with darkness.

And now the light has gone too far to a place they can't reach.

" I'M BACK!”

You fell down from the bed as you tried to understand what just happened. You just freaking dies in your dreams that too in the arms of FUCKING SUGURU AND SATORU!

"They just said that they love me!” Giggles erupted out of you as your fangirl side cMe out. 

“What a wonderful dream it is! Sad I died without kissing them! WAIT— I need to tell this to my friend! she'll lose her mind when I say my favourite characters confessed to ME!" 

Surely it was just a dream right?....

Who knows?

Then why does your heart hurt?

Maybe one day you'll get to meet them again?..

Who knows?

[leftpoetrymoon]

Toji Fushiguro's adorable wife.

Toji fushiguro likes to adore you every second in his life. His beautiful lovely wife who's the light of his wrecked life.

"Tojiii! Should we adopt a cat?? I saw a fat orange cat down by the road!"

A chuckle left from his mouth as he drank at the sight of you. One of his hands continued to give a massage on your feet as the other caressed your cheeks.

"Is that so? And why ask me if you're going to bring it anyway?"

I love you.

His eyes crinkled at how you let out a dramatic gasp covering your mouth and pointed a finger at him like he committed a crime.

"Watch your tone mister! I ask my husband for any reckless thing I'll do and he'll accompany me!"

You collapsed into his chest dramatically and looked at him with a sly smile. Two big arms wrapped around your torso as he lay on the couch.

"Anything my wife wants."

I would do anything for you.

It's a sight he always adores. The way your small frame fit into his larger one like you were made for him. How you always sneak your hands to his longing for his warmth. 

How can he let go of such a treasure like you when you were the only thing he wanted to live.

"Anddddd let's adopt a husky too! I always wanted one!"

He nodded at your words as you started to blabber about how much pet food you need to buy for your upcoming children to which he wholeheartedly agreed.

Because he knows how much your eyes shine whenever you see the tabby cat down the street.

"I love you y/n.."

That sentence stopped you from your ramble and made you look at him. It's not new hearing those words from your lover's mouth but it makes you feel so loved every time. 

"I love you too Toji!"

That was the last thing you said to your lover as you passed away in his arms. 

Patient name:- Y/n Fushiguro. 

Age:- 24.

Time of death:- 3:44 pm.

[themochiverse]

Interconnected Forever | Sylus

Pairing: yandere!professor!Sylus x student!fem!reader

Warnings: Dark content | Non-con to dub-con, age gap of 10 yrs (reader is 23, Sylus is 33), piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, dry humping, blowjob, doggy, creampie, threats, blackmail, secretly recording without consent, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch, whore, sweetie, darling, kitten), humiliation, Daddy kink, manipulative Sylus, dom!Sylus. MDNI 18+ (plss dni if this makes you uncomfortable, you have been warned)

Synopsis: You needed to end the fling between you and him. It was only ever temporary, but the closer he keeps you, the more it begins to feel like you were never meant to escape from him.

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: Lowkey was hesitant to drop this lol. Comment and reblog if you enjoy it x

Divider by @/pixopix

A rattle from the door awoke Sylus from his work, fingers halting on his keyboard as he responds with a formal response.

“Come in.” 

The door opens slightly, and you peek your head in, eyes wandering around the empty classroom, and you quickly get inside before closing the door. Sylus meets your eyes from afar, and a wide-spread grin appears on his face as he ushers you to come over. You take your time walking to him—the only thing blocking you between was his large desk. 

“You haven’t gone home, sweetie?”

His deep voice echoes slightly, and he notices the way you avoid looking at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. His eyes narrow, and it clicks—something is wrong. You take a deep breath, anxiety crawling underneath your skin as you confess. 

“I think we should stop.” 

Silence sinks like an anchor, and you chew the inside of your cheek waiting for a response. You lift your head, eyes peering at him, and for a moment, you’re surprised. Sylus only smirks, an amused expression on his face, while you’re baffled. You half-heartedly expected him to be upset or mad, but no, here he was in his seat, manspreading like usual with that awful smirk of his. 

It was adorable to think you had a choice in this. 

“I need you to be more specific, sweetie. We should stop what?” 

You almost gasped, irritation bubbling inside you because you knew he knew. He knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“We should stop hooking up.” 

You respond clearly, watching the way Sylus folds his arms over his chest, his black shirt clinging to him tightly, and you can’t help but trail your eyes over the outlines of his muscles, getting a sudden whiplash of erotic memories; grabbing onto those arms while you rode him when class was over, the veins on his hand when he grabbed your neck and fucked you into oblivion, the way his nose nudged your clit perfectly whenever he ate you out. Of course, the times his cock slid into your cunt effortlessly, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while he came in you. 

“No.” 

You snap out of your trance, eyes latched onto him, a flicker of surprise passing through you as you stutter out a response. 

“E-excuse me?” 

“You heard me, we’re not going to stop.” 

You stare at him dumbfoundedly, almost confused, as you continue to blabber. 

“We have to stop, someone will find out eventually and—“

“So, this is what you’re worried about? Worried that the perfect, prim student president will get caught fucking the head professor, hm?” 

Sylus chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips as he rests his chin on his palm, almost looking bored until he speaks again. 

“Like you weren’t just ogling me a moment ago, kitten. Were you thinking about the times we fucked?”

Your eyes widen at his crude language, taking a step back as you are caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t—“ 

“Are you sure? Because the way your thighs are pressed together right now doesn’t tell me that.”

Shit. It doesn’t help further when his eyes rake over your nervous form, ruby eyes glowing faintly as he licks his lips. 

“Look—Professor Sylus, it’s just simply not appropriate anymore for us to continue…this.”

Sylus grins slyly, an eyebrow raised at you, “Not appropriate, you say?” 

He shifts in his seat, arms now clasped together on the desk as he begins to recall. 

“Was it appropriate the first time you suggested this? Do you remember the way you begged on your knees to let me pass your test? Trying to convince me with a blowjob that you promised would be the best?”

Your heart stutters, the memory collapsing like a tower of cards as Sylus continues to humiliate you maliciously. 

“Was it appropriate when you waited for me to come back from a staff meeting, impatiently dragging me to the janitor’s closet so I could finger-fuck you since you were being such a pathetic bitch in heat?” 

Heat rises in your cheeks, humiliation burning inside your chest because every word was meant to attack you. You couldn’t handle it, especially when he wasn’t lying, and so you spin around, furious steps trudging to the door until you hear his voice. 

“If you leave right now, I’ll fail you.” 

You stop, heart sinking at his words, worry and fear spreading like poison. You turn your head slowly, hand off the doorknob as you gaze at him. 

“What did you say?” 

Sylus gleams as he repeats. 

“I’ll fail your assignment if you step out right now.” 

“Y-you can’t do that..” 

“I can, sweetie. Why don’t you come back and sit down for me, hm? We need to discuss this matter more since you’re starting to think wisely now.” 

You swallow the venom in the conversation, your mind struggling to come to a decision. To Sylus, though, you’re taking far too long. Red mist wraps around your body, and you gasp, feeling as if an invisible rope is pulling you to him. You’re placed right on top of his lap, the hair on your skin awakening as his hands rest on your waist, and warm, mint breath tickling your cheek. 

“Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted us to stop fucking, is that correct?” 

His hands glide underneath your skirt, fingers drawing small circles on your thigh as he leans in close to you. Your breath hitches, heart pounding out of your ribcage. 

“How could you ever think to stop when you made me like this? Made me so obsessed with you.” 

His nose tickles your neck, lips ghosting over your throat as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath of your scent, grumbling quietly in response. The second you feel his fingers crawling into your panties, you jump in surprise, hips twisting to get off of his lap, but the red mist strikes again, coiling around you like a snake, and now you’re stuck.

“Sylus, don’t—“

“Sweetie,” he tuts, cutting you off, “Did you forget what I said? If you try to leave right now, I’ll fail you, and you might start to hear from others how the student president is such a whore.” 

You chew your bottom lip, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside of you, unease digging into your skin when he smiles so sickly at you. 

“Are we clear?” 

He questions, relishing in the way you helplessly nod your head in agreement. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you can’t help but squirm vaguely when his finger draws a heart right on top of your panties. 

“Sylus.” You gasp out, the warm tears finally gliding across your cheeks. 

Sylus wipes your tears, grasping your face with the palm of his hands, calloused fingers caressing you as he coos at you. 

“You need this, sweetheart, you’re just a little confused about what you want.” 

With that said, he leans down, dragging the fat, wet muscle of his tongue on your neck and heat blooms across your body, pooling lowly in your stomach. It’s worse when you feel him grind underneath you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties, and you can’t help but whimper. 

“Such a needy little slut.” 

Sylus hums, tearing open your shirt, unclasping your bra as his hands greedily reach out to knead them. His thumb and index finger roll a nipple in between, tugging and pinching at it, knowing it would elicit a reaction out of you. You involuntarily arch your back, biting your bottom lip harshly, trying to ignore how wet you were beginning to feel. 

Sylus grabs your face, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips mould perfectly with yours, sliding with intensity, and his tongue joins in, the grip on your face tightening. He angles your head to the side, and you instantly melt into the kiss, your sobs being swallowed away as Sylus sucks on your tongue only to pull away and murmur. 

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” 

When you don’t comply, his lips flatten into a thin line, and a loud smack! echoes in the room; you wince from the pain of his hand slapping your ass. 

“Now.” 

He mentions it sternly, and you comply, tears enveloping your vision. He lets out a fat gob of spit, watching the way it splats flat onto your tongue, and his lips are on yours again. It’s messier with the way he’s kissing you, teeth clashing, and his lips hungrily suck and tug at your bottom lip. During this, he’s humping into you, hands groping your breasts, and the pleasure starts to fog your mind. Sylus pulls away from the kiss, and a thin line of spit connects from both of you. 

His hand trails down underneath your skirt, knuckles just skimming over your clothed clit, and you suck in a harsh breath. His fingers tease their way into your panties, groaning with a micro smirk when he realises how soaked you are. 

“Look how wet you are for me, kitten, and you’re telling me to end this situation when we’re clearly meant to be together?” 

Two of his fingers slide in your hole, and you seize up, eyes shutting and clenching tightly at the intrusion as he lets out a harsh laugh. He grabs your chin, rough voice laced with dominance as he speaks. 

“Uh uh, look at me.”

Your eyes instinctively open, immediately hooked to those bright, red eyes that seem to know your every thought. His fingers pump and curl, pressing right into your gummy walls and the pleasure spikes once he hits the perfect spot. Your lips part open, a whiny moan leaving you, and you fail to notice the red mist that uncoils itself away from you. Your hands automatically clutch onto his shoulders, feeling the pad of his thumb swirl so deliciously on your clit while his fingers continue to abuse your poor hole. 

Sylus has you where he wants, grinning like a maniac when your thighs begin to quiver, your breaths hiccupping every time he scissors his fingers in you.  

“Hmm, are you going to cum for me, sweetie?” 

You nod your head frantically, struggling to form a coherent sentence. 

“Mnghh ’ssoooo close, Sy, please…” 

You’re received with another smack! instead, and you yelp, hearing his next words makes you involuntarily clench around his fingers. 

“No, no, say it properly, like how you always do.” 

“Please, can I cum Daddy?”

Sylus growls deeply, a proud smirk etched on his face as he presses his thumb against your clit. 

“Yeah? Is my sweet girl going to cum for Daddy?” 

Heat pools further in your stomach, the knot tightening with each passing second as your whines and moans continue to ring out in the air. He plays with you for a bit, sucking a sweet spot underneath your chin, teeth dragging across your throat.

He leans in close to your ear, whispering, “I don’t think you deserve to cum, though.” 

Immediately, his fingers withdraw from your pussy, the hole fluttering with need as you whine at the loss of his touch, orgasm ruined since he simply kept you on edge. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? Show me how much you want this.”

You stare at him in shock, lips parted in surprise, and the thought gently flickers across your mind. Should you do it? You came here to stop it, yet here you are wanting to cum so terribly. 

Then Sylus’s words ring in your ears, your chest starting to tighten when it echoes in your head. 

“I’ll fail you…”

“…how the student president is such a whore.” 

You decide to slide off his lap, your quavering hands touching the hard leather belt as you begin to unloop it. Once it’s undone, you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard length. It is obvious that he’s painfully hard; the veins on his cock slithered from the pre-cum covered tip to the base, balls heavy with need. The sight nearly has you drooling, and a wave of shame washes through you—an uncomfortable push of nausea hits you out of nowhere. 

Fuck.

Was he actually going to fail you?

You didn’t want to take any risks, so you grab his cock, tongue swiping at his tip, and you hear him hiss. His hand slithers to grab the back of your neck, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth until his balls are just kissing your lips. You gag but get a hold of using your tongue against him—the wet muscle sucking and looping perfectly, head bopping up and down as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. 

Sylus lets out a deep grunt, shallow breaths being puffed out as he gazes at the sight in front of him. You are on your knees, willingly sucking him off because he couldn’t help but let that threat slip by ‘accident’. If only you knew what else he had in store for you. 

Sylus loves fucking you, and regardless of sex, he’s always been crazy for you. From the start of the semester, when you walked into class, chattering amongst your friends as you settled into the class, and at almost every lecture, he’d catch you staring at him. It wasn’t as if the other students weren’t gazing at him too, trying to pay attention to the material presented, but there was something else whenever you looked at him. 

A thought of curiosity that’s for sure, perhaps a thought of hunger, since many students swooned over him, but there was definitely a peculiar look behind those eyes, almost as if you were studying him. 

Of course, as weeks went by, he began to notice that you couldn’t hold eye contact with him. Whenever he caught you staring at him, well, not his face, but rather his body, you’d shy away in your books.  When he realised that you had a crush on him, he knew he needed to get to you. 

Other than your amazing looks and bright personality, Sylus caught himself daydreaming about his future with you. Sure, there was a significant age gap between you both, yet he couldn’t help imagine marrying anyone but you. You practically possessed his mind, and he found himself throughout the day just thinking about you. 

He wanted to talk to you more and get closer to you. He wanted to know your deepest thoughts, your worries, and especially your future. Oh, how he’d love to be a part of that. 

He was never going to let you go that easily, not when you were already in his grasp. 

Of course, the more time you spent together, the more interconnected his soul was. Sylus couldn’t help but slither into your good books, scales shimmering in delight whenever he saw your precious smile. It all started because of you, and well, you couldn’t help it either. Whenever he swooned you with gifts and merriment, the authentic, sweet-honeyed words dripped onto your skin, sticking into your ears so a mantra replayed in your head. 

“You always belong to me as I belong to you.” 

God, you truly fucked up there, didn’t you? The venom already penetrated your soul a long time ago, but it dawdled its effects, corrupting your mind gradually while the fragments of your soul and Sylus’s were being stitched together peculiarly. It kept coiling you and him in unison, merged in warmth, desire, and obviously love.

Who could forget about that?

The thread that coiled around your souls became more rigid, pulling and squeezing at your heart until you couldn’t breathe anymore. The gasp for air stopped the thread from pulling further, and it loosened momentarily until your soul began to slip away, only for it to tighten with the very hands that knew you would eventually crack. 

After all, diamonds lose their sparkle once they’re tainted. 

Sylus felt himself getting close, his hips bucking into your mouth from the intense movement your mouth was applying, and God, he was loud. Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, and at this point, you were sure someone would walk in and see what had stirred up the commotion in an empty classroom. In a second, you feel his fingers dig into your hair, pulling you away from his cock just as he was about to come.

You barely have time to say anything as his hands grab you, pulling you onto your feet as your chest is pushed onto the desk, ass high in the air as you feel his hard length just grazing your hole. A small whimper escapes from your lips, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal while Sylus continues to toy with you. 

“Hmm, should I cum in this perfect, pretty pussy, darling? You were sucking me off so well, but I don’t know… if you earned having my cock inside you.” 

You clenched on nothing but his words, nails digging graciously into the wooden table because a part of you knew what he wanted you to do. The tip of his cock drags down your slit, your wetness coating him with a glistening effect, and your teeth dig into your lower lip.

“Please…”

“Hm, what was that, sweetie? Couldn’t hear that properly.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“I think you can do better for me. Try again.”

“Daddy, please put your cock in me and fuck me, please, please, ple—“

Sylus doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he slides in one go, a gasp leaving your lips while the stretch burned for a moment, only for the pain to slither away once he began grinding into you. How could he deny his sweet girl when she begged so nicely for him?

The grinds soon turn into loud plaps, rhythmic and steady as the veins on his cock glide against your walls perfectly. His tip strikes the spot that weakens the muscles in your limbs, pleasure tingling at your spine whilst you release a series of desperate, pretty moans.

It’s so hard to think about anything else when Sylus’s cock continuously rams into your cervix, gummy walls swallowing his length and the power of his thrusts as you cry out.

So hard to focus on your surroundings, your vision completely stuttering as it fails to notice the blinking red dot that hides in a tiny pot plant, perfectly camouflaged from prey like you. 

“F-fuck, and you wanted us to stop, huh? After everything we’ve done together, after finally knowing everything about each other, and now you’re worried about honour?” 

His words fall on deaf ears, the pleasure consuming your mind as you drool on the table, moans getting pitchier by the second.

Sylus scoffs, his grunts escaping his lips as he drags his cock out of your hole for a moment, only to slam back in, eliciting a reaction out of you. His hand reaches for your hair, tugging your head back as his words fall into your ear. 

“Tell me who owns this pussy.” 

“Y-You Sy..” 

Smack!

“Again. Who owns this fucking pussy, hm?”

“You, ngh—it’s always been you Sylus.” 

A proud smile is etched on Sylus’s face, and his lips pepper warm kisses on your neck. The heat pooling in your stomach gets hotter, the pleasure intensifies with each thrust, and you hiccup your words.

“Mmh, I’m gon-gonna come.” 

Sylus smirks in response, his thrusts getting sloppier when he feels you clench around his cock, eyes narrowing onto your shaky legs and your nails scratching the surface of the table. A wave of smugness washes over him since he’s able to see you turn into a mess just for him and him only.

His hand finds your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles, the pad of his thumb pressing juuust enough to make you lose your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a choked moan leaving you as you come undone on his cock. 

“Fuckkk, you’re gripping me so tight, sweetie—I’m not gon-ah last long.” 

Sylus’s hips stutter, cock twitching with fervour as a loud groan tears from his lips, and hot, thick ropes of cum spill inside you. He chases his high, slowing down very soon as he collapses on top of you. 

You feel his slick drip down your thighs, body tingling from the aftermath of your interaction. You’re completely blissed out, until you adjust your eyes to the room, eyes scanning to the table you’re on, and you admire the pretty pot plant—that is when you notice it. 

The red light. 

Your breathing gets shallow, heart rate spiking as your thoughts start to centre on what you see. You want to move, but you can’t when Sylus is glued to your back. You dig your nails into the table, knuckles turning white, and Sylus feels how tense you become. 

“What’s the matter, kitten?”

“W-why is there a red dot blinking in that plant?”

Your voice shakes, unease crawling into your mind since you do not want him to admit what you think it is. Sylus doesn’t even need to look at what you’re seeing as he murmurs a soft hush into your hair.

The thread winds endlessly around you both, your souls knotted together in a deceptive warmth, like a serpent that holds you gently at first, only so you wouldn’t notice when the pressure begins, when escape is no longer something your body remembers how to do.

The realisation sinks in slowly, just like the poison that cast an illusion over you from the start. Only now you understand, as it settles in cold and certain that you were never meant to be held. Only hunted long enough to stop running.

Your souls succumb to the thread, slipping further away while your heart pulses softly, and the words that come next reach you anyway. You just weren’t prepared to hear them.

“Just a little something to keep you…in line for me.” A quiet laugh follows. “You feel it, don’t you? We’re interconnected forever, sweetie. You can’t undo that.”

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[beeloveboo]

"I think Satoru Gojo is super hot!"

"I think Shota Aizawa is sexy!"

"Kakashi is soo attractive!"

"Mr. Tsuchigomori is literally daddy long legs!"

"I'm kinda in love with teacher Izuku Midoriya!"

Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.

(*cough* DADDY ISSUES *cough*)

[leftpoetrymoon]

Uhem uhem no you're not right! I don't like Satoruuu because of that—

(you're absolutely right 😭😭 coming from a single mother's daughter 🤧👍)

[beeloveboo]

"I think Satoru Gojo is super hot!"

"I think Shota Aizawa is sexy!"

"Kakashi is soo attractive!"

"Mr. Tsuchigomori is literally daddy long legs!"

"I'm kinda in love with teacher Izuku Midoriya!"

Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.

(*cough* DADDY ISSUES *cough*)

[satoskii]

full nelson w sukuna 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫fuck i need those dual dicks stat

[c1nnam0roll-08]

✦ YOUR IDOL ⟡ ݁₊ .

✦Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

✦Synopsis: You’re a well-known idol, no stranger to the occasional weird fan. It’s part of the job, something you’ve learned to smile through. But then he appears at one of your concerts—unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming—but obsessive. You should call security, even tell your managers, but something about him makes you shiver in all the right ways.

✦Content Warnings: obsessive behavior, dubious consent, creepy fan gojo, idol reader, restraints, coercion, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, groping, cum eating, cumming on face, non-consensual recording/photos, kind of stalking, rough sex, kind of parasocial, possessiveness, gojo would never do this in canon but that ain't the point.

✦Word Count: 4.5k

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Satoru would be lying if he said this wasn’t his end goal.

You spread out—gorgeous legs pushed up to your equally perfect tits. Wrists tied to your ankles with silk; struggling slightly, but still willing. Your pretty eyes wide with panic, but glazed over with reluctant arousal. 

If someone told him a few months ago that his favorite idol would be dripping wet for him—he’d assume they were clinically insane. 

Though, not as crazy as him. 

His obsession started not too long ago.

He was on his way to a concert with Shoko. Satoru didn’t know much about the group, but he agreed to go as a favor—Utahime had canceled on her at the last minute.

The two of them walk into the overcrowded stadium, pushing themselves through hoards of people until they get to their seats. Lights flash and confetti falls from the ceiling as a group of girls take their place on stage. 

Satoru is already thoroughly confused by the chants echoing around him—but the noise in his head cuts out entirely the moment a bright spotlight lands on the stage, revealing what might just be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

You.

Your face is beaming—cheeks blushed to perfection, eyes somewhat squinting to adjust to the stage lights. You’re clad in the frilliest little dress, so feminine, so sweet. 

To say Satoru is infatuated would be an understatement.

You wave to your fans, puffing out your cheeks in an effort to be cute for the cameras. You fiddle with the mic secured around your ears with manicured nails—trying to make sure everything is perfect before your performance. 

You’re so adorable.

Once the music starts, your angelic voice was just the cherry on top. It resonates deep inside his chest, shivering every time it’s your turn to sing. 

Your dancing is nothing to scoff at either—every roll of your hips, every arch of your back, every elongated movement has his pants feeling a little bit tighter than before. 

At some point during the concert, your gaze caught on the striking, blue-eyed man in the front row—and for a moment, it felt impossible for either of you to look away. 

His angel kneeled down, held his gaze— gave him a shy smile, a wink-

You blew him a kiss.   

From that point onwards, Satoru became a bigger fan of your group than Shoko was. 

He listened to every album, every single, every encore—feeling the adrenaline that shot through his spine every time he heard your voice. 

He collected any kind of merch he could, so long as it had either your face or name on it. He kept one of your many photo cards in his wallet, like you were his wife during the wartime—the one where you’re looking up at the camera, glossed lips suckling on a heart-shaped lollipop. 

Satoru imagined it was his dick-

Satoru made sure to keep track of the dates you’d be in Japan. He spent thousands on concert tickets, all of which were front row. And every time, without fail, you’d search for him in the crowd; you offer him that same shy smile, the wink, and the kiss.

He knew you recognized him, how could you not? His striking looks weren’t common: the white hair, the subtle glow of his sapphire eyes, the awe-struck expression plastered on his handsome face. 

Once Satoru got bold enough, he splurged on a signing event being held after one of your performances. He just had to have his angel sign something. This also gave him the opportunity to see you up close, speak to you even. 

Satoru waited in line for hours, his eyes trained on you the entire time. A rush of jealousy flooded his veins every time you smiled at or hugged another fan—his chest burning like he’d been betrayed. 

You’re his, not theirs. 

Satoru knew he technically didn’t have any claim on you, but it didn’t hurt any less. 

He figures he’ll have to change that. 

You give him a smile of recognition once he walks up to your table—he didn’t bother greeting any of your other group members, he was here for you. 

“Hi!” you beam, standing up from your seat and extending your arms for a hug from across the table. “I always see you in the crowd at our concerts in Japan!” 

Now that you’re right in front of him, speaking to him, Satoru is…nervous? His pulse spikes and breathing stills as his arms wrap around your body, returning the hug with enthusiasm—one arm sneaks around your waist with a firm hold, the other rests on your shoulder with a slight squeeze. 

“Yeah-“ he gulps, his grip on your shoulder is almost bruising—he doesn’t want to let go. “I’m a big fan of yours.” he breathes in your scent; it’s mouthwateringly sweet, just as he expected. 

“I appreciate your support-“ you laugh nervously, a little on edge from how long this hug is lasting. “What’s my biggest fan’s name?” you try to redirect him, trying to pull away from the hug with quite a bit of effort. Satoru finally takes the hint, he lets you go—despite wanting to melt into your skin. 

“Satoru.” he answers, pulling himself together and flashing that panty-dropping smile that he knows he has. 

You can’t pretend you didn’t notice how beautiful he is—you felt it the moment you first saw him sitting in the front row.

“Nice to finally meet you, Satoru-“ you give him a cheeky smile, one he wishes he could photograph and keep forever. “Would you like me to sign anything?” 

“Yeah-“ it physically pains him to tear his gaze away from your gorgeous features; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Could you sign this card?” 

Your hands brush when he passes you the photo card—Satoru purposely holding it in a way that requires contact for you to grab it. You look at the card, a little flustered that he chose that one but you grab your sharpie and sign it happily. 

“I like this one-“ you start, finishing your signature with a little heart. “I think I look pretty in this picture.” you giggle, handing the card back to him once you’re satisfied with your writing. 

“You’re even prettier in person, princess.” he says the pet name like an afterthought, like it was completely normal. Your face flushes, heart beating a little faster as you’re caught off guard by the handsome fan's boldness. 

You’ve had weird fans before, but none of them have shamelessly flirted with you like this. 

Part of you feels flattered that someone as attractive as him would take an interest in you. But at the same time, something about him has felt off ever since he walked up to your table.

His gaze feels…invasive. 

“Thank you-“ you laugh it off, scratching your forearm to ground yourself within his intense presence. “Would you like a photo with me before you go?” you ask, insinuating that your time together is almost up. 

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving without one-“ Satoru takes off his dark sunglasses, handing them to you with a wide grin. “Would you wear these for the photo, angel? I’d greatly appreciate it.” he laughs, nearly experiencing a full body tremor when you put them on with very little hesitation. 

His pretty little idol is wearing his sunglasses. 

What’s next, his shirts? 

Oh- he’s already picturing it.

“Yeah, of course!” you’d like to say that you’re trying to get this interaction over with as soon as possible, but there’s something increasingly hypnotic about him that has you basking in his attention. 

Satoru pulls out his cell phone, raising it high in the air to snap the picture. You fluff up your hair, pulling the sunglasses low on your nose—you lean over the table, rising to your tip-toes to rest your chin on his shoulder. He throws up a three finger peace sign, leaning his head back against yours…

You look like a couple—perfect. 

The both of you smile for the camera, pulling away after the screen flashes—Satoru now coming to terms with that fact that he’s going to have to leave his precious idol.  

“It was great meeting you, Satoru-“ you say, taking off his sunglasses and putting them back on his face for him. “I hope to see you in the crowd again.” you smile, hesitating a little bit before deciding to be bold. 

You kiss him on the cheek. 

This goes against all your media training, but who can blame you when someone as hot as him is right in front of you? Sure, he’s a little bit…creepy, but his sheer amount of sex appeal has you overlooking that fact. 

Satoru has to damn near bite back a groan—wearing a shit-eating grin when he feels the lingering lip gloss on his face. 

“You’ll see me-“ his eyes raked over your figure one last time, a light blush dusted over his pale cheeks. “I’m your biggest fan, angel.” he pulls his sunglasses down and winks—the same way you do at your concerts, then turns on his heel and walks away. 

Satoru needs to find a way to take you out. 

About a month goes by before your group returns to Japan for another performance—Satoru slowly dying inside every day he has to wait to see you again. 

He had devised a plan of sorts—one that’s likely to work, given his knowledge that you’re attracted to him. 

He’s bringing a gift for you. 

During the encore of your concert, your group accepts gifts to be thrown on stage: plushies, flowers, artwork and whatnot. 

Satoru is bringing you a bouquet of pink roses—his phone number is written inside of the dark paper with a bright white marker, making it nearly impossible to miss if you’re going to put them in a vase. Which he knows you will. 

Satoru assumes there’s probably some rule about idols not entertaining fans in this fashion, but he just hopes you’re daring enough to try it. 

He pushes his way through the crowded venue to reach his typical front row seat, cradling the flowers carefully. His heart hammers in anticipation to finally see you after a painful thirty days. 

Lights flash, confetti falls, girls take their place, spotlights turn on—his eyes search for you-

You’re missing. 

Are you on a hiatus he wasn’t aware of?

Are you sick? 

Are you injured?  

Satoru storms out of the venue, his brain rambling with worried thoughts. 

He has to make sure you’re okay.

Satoru circles the building until he finds the bus that your group arrived in—obviously there’s security, but he figures that if he waits far enough away, he can follow the vehicle back to the hotel you’re supposed to be staying at. Assuming you’re even in Tokyo… 

He walks back to his ridiculously expensive car, your music blasting in the speakers while he waits for the concert to conclude. He’s parked in an alley maybe a block away, just waiting for the bus to pass by. 

Once it does, he trails a few cars behind until they arrive at a massive hotel. The place is clearly exorbitant—but fortunately for Satoru, money has never been an issue. 

He makes an effort to be as quick as possible—he needs to secure a room before your crew reaches the lobby. Satoru will need to ride up in the same cart as either your manager or group members to figure out what floor you’ll be on. 

“Hello, how can I help you?” the receptionist smiles at him as he walks up to the counter with haste.

“I need a room for the night, if you don’t mind.” He's watching the sliding doors, buzzing with anxiety at the possibility of missing his chance. 

“Under what name?” 

“Gojo.” 

“There’s not many rooms available I’m afraid, only suites-“ 

“That’s fine.” he cuts her off, basically shoving his credit card and ID in her hand as your group walks through the doors. 

After a few more painful seconds of waiting, the receptionist hands him back his card along with a room key—he doesn’t bother checking the room number before he’s rushing to the elevator in the nick of time. 

He smiles politely at your members, praying they don’t recognize him in any way. He gets in the enclosed space with them, waiting for them to press the button that leads to your floor. And as luck would have it—he checks his room key, it's on the same level. 

It’s like the universe is telling him it's meant to be.

Once Satoru hears the ding of the elevator, he’s betting on the possibility of one of your friends knocking on your door, asking if you’re okay. But then again, this could all be a bust and you’re not even here—but he’s willing to trust his gut. 

He watches your group walk down the opposite hallway to his room, waiting around the corner for one of them to follow through with his bet.

Knock, knock, knock…

“We’re back! Can I come in?” 

Satoru grins, his heart warm and fuzzy when he hears your hoarse voice invite them inside—so, you are sick. He peers around the corner, making note of the room number before unlocking his own suite and retreating inside. 

You’re bummed that you couldn’t perform tonight—you caught a bug during your tour in Korea, your throat taking the brunt of it. You had hoped to be able to spot your hottest fan in the crowd, amongst your other supporters too, of course. 

You find yourself drawn to his attention, despite the faintly unsettling edge to it. It sparks a thrill—an adrenaline rush you haven’t felt in ages, given how numb you’ve become to the surveillance of others.

You know he must have been there tonight, likely disappointed by your absence. It was probably for the better that you didn’t embarrass yourself in front of him anyways; your voice would’ve been awfully squeaky. 

Knock, knock, knock…

Huh? 

Your group members came by earlier, surely they wouldn’t be awake right now; it’s midnight and they have another set rehearsal tomorrow morning. Maybe someone ordered food and the delivery driver got the wrong room number? 

You get out of bed, walk up to the door, unlock the deadbolt and crack the door just enough to peek-

Your scream gets muffled by a large hand as the door is thrown open—a tall figure closing the door and locking it, eventually pushing your struggling body against the nearest wall. 

“Shhh-“ the intruder nuzzles against the top of your head, solid body keeping your back flush to the cold surface. “Relax, princess-“ 

Satoru.

You push his chest, stomp on his foot but he doesn’t budge—he’s laughing, too busy breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you, angel-“ he’s peppering kisses on your fevered forehead, unoccupied hand moving to circle your waist. “Just wanted to see you-“ his breathing is heavy, almost sensual—you can’t help the way your thighs clench in response. “You weren’t at the concert, I was so worried, baby-“ he’s rambling; you put your hand on top of the one over your mouth to catch his attention. 

“You’re not gonna scream if I let you go, right?” he asks, finally looking you in the eye.

You nod, mumbling something against his palm.

“You’re gonna be good?” his voice lowering deeper than normal, your whole body shivers. 

You nod again, eyes pleading. 

Satoru’s grip on your waist tightens as he slowly removes his hand from your mouth, keeping you from running. 

“Satoru-“ you start, voice barely above a whisper. “I appreciate your concern, but you need to leave-“ your heart is pounding against your chest, body trembling in arousal fear.

“But I’ve finally got you alone, angel-“ he pouts, pushing his body further against yours, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “No time limitations-“ his hand on your waist moves up, securing around the nape of your neck and squeezing. “Just you and me, yeah?” 

“How did you even get here?” you ask, biting back a whine when Satoru buries his head into the crook of your neck—one of his thighs sneaking in between your both of your own and grinding up- 

“Followed your bus here from the concert-“ he mumbles, nibbling on the sensitive skin of your throat. “needed to check in on my pretty little idol-“ he licks a stripe up the column of your neck, tasting you with a groan. 

“You’re crazy.” your voice doesn’t hold much bite, you lost any fighting spirit you had left the second he forced himself in your room—doesn’t help that you’re especially exhausted from your illness either.

“Crazy for you, princess.” Satoru giggles, finally meeting your gaze. 

His invasive hands move down to your middle, fiddling with the silk bow that’s holding your robe together. He watches your face for a reaction, eyes flitting down to your lips every so often. Your face remains indifferent—though your body betrays you by subtly arching into his touch. 

“Just let me feel you, please-“ he pleads, low voice cracking. “Want you so bad-“ he leans in, just a breath away from your lips. “Need to make you mine-“ he pulls the bow of your robe undone, cold hands making you shiver when he grabs your bare waist. 

“I’m not yours, Satoru-“

“You blew me a kiss first, remember?” he whines, grinding his achingly hard tent against your practically naked torso. “You started it-“ he murmurs against your mouth, lips grazing. 

“If I knew you’d end up forcing yourself into my hotel room, I wouldn’t have.” your breath hitches as Satoru pulls the silk belt free from the loops of your robe, pocketing it. 

“You’re not very good at lying, pretty-“ he huffs a laugh, eyes focused on the visible wet spot showing through your now exposed panties.

Shit.

Every touch, every word, every breath makes you question yourself—your self-respect and even your sense of self-preservation begins to slip away the longer you lose yourself in those sapphire eyes. A crazed, obsessed fan just broke into your hotel room and all you can think about is how you want him to touch you—pretty privilege really is a killer. 

Satoru’s hands push away the remnants of your robe until it falls on the floor, pooling by your feet. Your tits fall victim to his greedy palms—he squeezes and tweaks until you grind back down onto his thigh, letting out a reluctant sigh of pleasure. 

“Was gonna ask you out tonight, angel-“ he starts, hot breath prickling your cheek. “Brought you roses, but you weren’t there-“ one of the hands on your chest moves down, down, down-

“You’re such a damn creep-“ you moan—he’s got his fingers shoved into your panties, collecting slick and bringing it up to your clit to rub tantalizing circles.

“Yeah, I am-“ you swear his eyes are glowing as he watches your legs twitch ever so slightly from his maneuvers. “But you like it.” 

“No I don-“ 

Your protest is silenced by Satoru’s mouth—a filthy, wet kiss. His tongue takes the chance to bury itself down your throat when you gasp—one of his digits slipping inside of you and curling- 

You keen—one of your hands fisting the fabric of his expensive shirt while the other wraps around his shoulders, running your fingers through the rough texture of his undercut. 

You can feel Satoru smirk against your mouth, swallowing all your whines as he fingers your dripping hole with precision. 

The pretty little idol is just putty in his hands. 

He retracts his finger from your cunt before wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you up with no difficulty. 

“What are you doing-“ your voice tinged with panic, legs kicking as he walks you both over to the large bed in the middle of the room. 

“Making you mine, angel.” he grunts as he sets you down against the pillows—swiftly pulling your panties down in one single tug and pocketing them for later. 

You squirm, sitting up and scooting away while Satoru pulls the silk belt out of his pocket from earlier—he snaps it in half with a frightening show of strength. 

“Where do you think you’re going, baby-“ he coos, crowding your naked form. “You promised you’d be good.” Satoru catches your wrist and guides it down past your bent legs to your adjacent ankle, then uses a strip of silk to bind them together, fastening it with a firm knot. 

“Just relax for me-“ he soothes, securing your other limbs in the same fashion. He gives your quivering lips a peck before standing up beside the bed, bringing out his phone to snap a picture of you in this vulnerable state—he smiles once he’s greeted by his home screen: the picture of you two at the signing event. 

You test the tightness of the restraints, raising your hips in frustration when they don’t budge. You can feel the uncomfortable warmth of your slick trickling down the crevice of your ass, pooling on the white bedsheets. Your clit is throbbing for attention, tummy full of butterflies as you watch your fan strip himself of his clothes. 

You definitely shouldn’t be into this…

“You’re so pretty on stage, gazing down at me-“ Satoru groans, climbing onto the bed and resting his hands on your knees—his sapphire eyes peaking over. “But you’re even prettier when you’re underneath me like this, princess.” 

You don’t answer him, but your body does—you spread your legs apart, bringing your knees up to your tits and arching with a whine. 

“Awww, this pussy is just glistening-“ 

Smack!

“Mfmm- what’s wrong with you?” you mumble, head falling back against the pillows as your clit stings from the impact. 

“You should be asking yourself that question, hun.” he giggles, finally climbing on top of you, hips slotting in between your spread legs. You can feel the hard length splayed on your tummy as he crushes you underneath his unfairly muscular body. 

“Just fuck me already, you damn freak-“ you hiss, trying to act like this is an inconvenience although knowing damn well that you’re aching for him. 

“Mhmm- was waiting for my angel to ask.” he croons, hands running up and down your sides with tenderness. 

Satoru leaves wet kisses on your lips, your neck, your tits, your belly, your hips-

Your cunt.

Once he finishes his little devoted exploration, you’re shaking with need—hips writhing and breaths labored. You’re yearning to reach out and touch him—even yourself, but all you can do is wriggle in your restraints. 

“Please-“ 

Satoru’s heart flutters in his chest at your change in demeanor, cock twitching painfully against his abs as he sits up between your legs. 

“Fuck-“ you cry out, fists balled at your ankles as Satoru’s thick cockhead breaches your first ring of muscle. A wet squelch reaching your ears as he sinks in another inch

“That’s right angel-“ he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your waist with his thumbs. “Sing for me-“ his face blissed out in pleasure the more your pussy squeezes him. “Let me hear your voice, pretty.” 

Your jaw unhinges, eyes tightly sealed as he plunges the rest of his length inside with a single deep thrust-

“Ohhh- my god-“ you whine, your hands squeezing your own ankles for some kind of relief. You can’t push his hips away from your own, you can only-

“Just take it, princess-“ Satoru groans, leaning down to take your mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. “You’re doing so so well-“ 

His hips settle in a slow, deep rhythm so that you can feel every damn inch of him—his wide tip is nudging spots you didn’t even know you had. Your walls are stretched thin, pussy lips spread wide around the base of him, your cervix hit with every roll of his lower half. 

“It’s too-“ you whimper, no longer able to return Satoru’s frenzied kisses. “Too much-“ 

“But I still have so much more to- ngh- give you, angel-“ he pouts, hands snaking down to grab the back of your knees—he hikes them up, up, up until your kneecaps are flush to your shoulders, ass slightly suspended in the air. 

His cock feels so much deeper this way- 

“I can’t- mfmm-“ you yelp when he gives your cunt a rough pound—the new position making it feel as though he’s in your damn lungs. 

“But my precious idol can do anything-“ he encourages, pulling away from your mouth and sitting up straight to pummel your pussy properly. “Can’t she?” he smiles down at your glazed over expression, voice low and mocking. 

You can only nod, high pitched cries being bullied out of you with Satoru’s increasingly aggressive pace. He’s gone feral—gaze never leaving your sweet face as the wet shlicks of your pussy act like music to his ears. He’s got this dopey grin plastered on his face that has your skin feeling hot—that warmth spreading all the way down to your lower tummy. 

“M’gonna-“ you shudder, feeling the way your cunt is fluttering around his dick—trying to keep him inside your goopy depths. 

“You can do it, princess-“ he moans, a sound so dirty that it has the coil in your belly winding even tighter. “Cum for me.” he coaxes it out of you with a gentle slap to your neglected clit, followed by tight circles of his thumb. 

“Fuck- fuck- fuck!” you cry, tears run down your cheeks as you jolt and shake—your legs clamp shut as you try to roll over to your side but Satoru keeps your hips in the air, thrusting through your whole orgasm. 

“There you gooo-“ he coos, his own high rapidly approaching with every pulse of your cunt. 

Once you stop quivering, Satoru pulls out, stumbling up to your face as he jerks himself to the finish line—he’s desperate to see the prettiest face in the world painted white with ropes of his cum. 

“Open up, pretty.” he urges, pumping his pink dick with a groan. 

You’re too gone to even process his nasty idea—you stick your tongue out nice and wide for him, feeling sticky spurts of creamy cum land on your face and in your mouth. 

“Fuck-“ he whines, your thighs clench on instinct. “Good girl-“ he praises, his brows pinched in pleasure. 

Once Satoru’s orgasm subsides, he collects some of the cum on your face with his fingers before shoving it in your mouth—his breath hitching when you swallow. 

You’re his now.

You groan in disgust when Satoru lowers himself to your face and licks up the residue of his own release—his sticky saliva making the feeling even more gross. 

“Stop that-“ you turn your head away from him, holding in a giggle when he still doesn’t quit. 

“But I’ve gotta clean up this perfect face.” he jokes, reaching behind him; he grabs his propped up phone from the nightstand and ends the recording. 

What, he wasn’t supposed to record? 

You gave him a private concert and he’s going to save the memory for a later date, of course! 

What you don’t know won’t hurt you…right?

“Stop it, Satoru!” you yelp, finally giggling with him, completely unaware of what he’s done. 

“Only if you agree to going on at least one date with me.”

“Fine.” you agree, shivers traveling through your body when you meet his eyes—his face twisted with a satisfied grin, like he’d won something. 

What have you gotten yourself into?

(c1nnam0roll-08 / 2026)

[leftpoetrymoon]

S a l v a t i o n.

Pairings:- Dr. Zayne x non mc

Genre:- Stalking, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, yandere, killing, mentions of rape, family issues, trauma, dead dove do not eat.

Tags:- @sailorstar9 , @powlin3s , @mariahuchiha90 , @ayataku , @yvelzhq , @silver--47, @mcdepressed290

Zayne Li. 

The famous cardiologist.

The one who always looks cold and distant. 

That's all he was.

He studied so hard to achieve this position at such a young age which he is always proud of but never admits it. He's always a prodigy and an example of a good son and a doctor.

Just like that his heart was also kept in shackles to not to fall in love with anyone. 

He knows that many people want him to be their son in law, even his superiors tried to matchmaker for their daughter which he always politely declines. 

He also knows that MC has a crush on him— hell the whole hospital knows it and it's a big headache for him. 

He's aware of her feelings but no matter how hard he tries to keep it normal the girl doesn't take the hint. 

He really wants to punch the wall when Greyson tells how much she loves him. 

"It's irritating, you know? That girl always comes back no matter how much I push her away." 

One hand caressed your hair as the other one tugged the leash around your neck gently.

His lips left wet traces on your collarbone which is already filled with purple marks left by him this morning. 

Moans fell from your lips as he printed the marks on your neck slowly and sensually. 

"Pl—please stop.. I want to—to go home-" as soon as those words left your mouth he went still for a minute. 

Slowly he lifted his head up from your neck and grinned widely which made you shrink more.

You should've known better than to say those words don't you?

"Home? What are you talking about dear? I'm your home, your everything, it's me! Then tell me "What do you mean by home?" 

His hands pinned yours above your head as he waited for your answer patiently. 

He let out a laugh seeing you cry instead of answering him. After all you would know What would happen if you said—

"To my Mom! Back to my home from where I was! To Skyhaven!—" he stayed still not uttering a word as he listened to your ramble.

"—you think my Mom won't come to find me?! Just you wait, she'll come and lock you up behind the bars!" 

You struggled underneath him all the while he looked at you with the cold glint in his eyes.

His hands made their way to your shirt which was his and ripped it off suddenly. 

He pulled you to his lap and held your face with both of his hands gently like he was holding something so fragile and easy to break.

The way he was treating you despite being captive made you nuzzle into his hand.

"Don't you know love? Your mom is dead." 

The single word made you freeze in his arms as your body went frigid. He must be lying right? No- there's no way your mom is dead. 

Your mom was the only good thing in your life- so there's no way right?. Sensing you doubt he gently flicked your fore head to make you look at him.

"My poor girl...your mom died in a car accident unfortunately which I didn't even expect, but it's a good thing isn't it?" His breath fanned over your face as he looked at your crying face. 

He looked at you like you are his whole world but it just made you more scared because you know what he is capable of.

He licked off your tears and gripped your hair tightly with his other hand. More and more tears fell from you as he slowly consumed it. 

Fear. He likes the way you fear him but at the end of the day you'll end up in his arms, at his bed willingly. 

"N-no.. It can't be true, she can't be dead!" 

Your vision starts to get blurry as you thrash in his hold. He didn't do anything as he watched you faint in his arms.

All this happened because of your injury two months ago. 

Got into an accident your mother admitted you to the hospital hurriedly. Not knowing that was the place which brought danger to her daughter. 

You were sitting in the lobby swinging your legs back and forth as you watched your mother talking with the nurse about your injury. 

"Typical mum...it's just an injury, no need to come to hospital but she won't listen."

Your eyes catched someone who was incredibly handsome, with those hazel eyes he looked like an absolute Greek god and that face card. 

He totally looked like he was a north duke. Suddenly his eyes met yours which made you startled because of that gaze.

You swore you have  seen that gaze somewhere but don't know when. He turned his attention back to a girl he was talking to, probably a hunter judging by her uniform. 

You didn't miss the way she touched his face like he was hers. He was calmly talking to her. The scenery felt like an extrovert girlfriend and her introverted doctor boyfriend. 

Well handsome boys and gentlemen are always taken or gay which is true for you and you are just someone who avoids relationships but at the same time you crave for them. 

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and saw your mother looking down with worry all over her face. 

"Honey, are you ok? Do you need to get a checkup again-" You cut her off by surrendering your hands and stood up.

"Mom! I'm fine honestly, let's just go home ok?" 

Your mom was about to say something but before that you ran out of the hospital with her following you shouting your name. Finally you got out of the hospital, honestly it gave you the creeps but you don't know what it was. 

Anyways no more hospital, just you and your mom and your cozy home finally!

His eyes followed your fading figure as he watched you run out of the building. 

He was shocked to see you so near to him after all this time. His attention went back to MC who was talking about having dinner with him which he didn't care about. 

Now that he saw you he'll make sure you are his. Only his.

Thanks to Grayson who forced him to do the seminar in your high school because of that he got to meet you. 

He's someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight But you were different. When he catched you ogling at him during the seminar he knew you were falling. 

Shy, timid and so fragile. 

He went back to his office and locked the door. He walked towards his chair and sat on it leaving his tie loosened. 

"I need to be patient, if I want her to be mine..what should I do now?...." 

He opened his phone and saw you sitting in your room with legs crossed playing games through the camera. It's a good thing he put a camera all over your room including the washroom. 

A smile filled his face with obsession all over his eyes. It's his favorite thing to do all time. Watching you go about your daily routine, playing your favorite games. 

He was especially thrilled to know when you spoke about a handsome doctor you met in high school to your friend on the phone. 

That was 2 weeks ago and now you don't even know who he was when you saw him today. 

That's time because  when the perfect opportunity come he'll take you away with no one suspecting anything. 

"I should go and see her today. It's been 2 days since I went to her house." 

As soon as his shift ended he quietly walked out of the hospital and got into his car. 

His car soon makes its way to his home in a hurry.  Once he reached his room he quickly discarded his clothes and put on a black clothes with a mask. 

His feet quickly made the way to your house with perfect ease. He looked up at the window only to see it was pitch black dark.

'Great.' He quickly climbed up and through the window he entered your room. And there you are.

Sleeping soundly not knowing a complete stranger just entered the room. Your hands were tightly clutching the pillow as you slept quietly. 

"How can you be this careless love? You didn't lock your windows. What if someone broke into your room?"

He crouched down beside the bed and gently scolded you like he wasn't referring to himself. His hands trailed down your jaw until it reached your collarbone. 

His eyes widened in surprise as you nuzzled into his hand in sleep. Even your body trusts him in sleep. It's wrong isn't it? 

He knows it's wrong. 

To sneak into a high school student's house and put cameras into her room in the name of keeping her safe? 

From what?

From others. That's what he tells himself daily while watching you from the camera from his office.

Like he wasn't thinking how sinful it would be to kiss you senseless. To let his hands loose on those silky strands while fucking that innocent mouth of yours.

Is this love? It surely is!

Because he hadn't felt this type of feeling— this pure feeling to keep you all to himself is love right? 

"It's love right?..it is, because there's no other feeling that can explain what I'm feeling for you darling.."

He brought one of your hands to his chest where his heart was loudly beating. 

That faint sensation made you awake. Something he didn't expect to happen right now.

The moonlight shone upon his face as he smiled at you like he hadn't sneaked into your room.

"Dr.li?.. What are you doing here!?—"

One of his hands slammed down into your mouth as he slowly climbed to the bed. Your eyes flashed in panic as his form loomed above you making you feel scared.

"Why did you wake up my love? Did I interrupt you?? I'm sorry.."

You tried to get out of his grip by scratching his hand but he didn't budge.

Instead he pinned both of your hands with his other hand leaving you completely defenseless underneath him.

'What should I do?What should I do?'

Before you knew it tears glistened from your eyes which only made him smile more like a predator being amused by his prey's struggle. 

"Will you be quiet if I remove  my hand from your mouth?"

Without thinking you quickly nodded your head because it was getting too suffocating for you to breathe.

"Good girl.."

Just as he said, he slowly released your mouth and smiled when he felt you stay silent.

You huffed out a breath in fear and looked at him with terror in your eyes.

Because even if you make one wrong move who knows what will happen? He won't even hesitate to kill—

"Love, why are you crying?"

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his large calloused hand wipe away the tears escaping your eyes.

A whimper escaped out of you as you tried to back away from his touch. But he wasn't having it.

He laid down beside you and hugged you tightly so you were facing him. His arms wrapped around your waist like a vice leaving you unable to move.

"W—why are you doin—g th—this to m—me?"

The words came out meekly which only fuelled his obsession. Just how sweet your voice was?

God...He can't remember how many sleepless nights he spent hearing you sing loudly in your room in your private space. Unaware of the audience you had all this time.

"You are scared aren't you? I can feel it, your heart is beating too loud my love."

His hands caressed your cheeks while his heart raced with excitement and impatience. 

Excitement from touching you when you were conscious after all this time. All this time he was careful not to awake you during his daily visits.

But now? You were way too better, too obedient, too silent. But that's ok you'll soon warm up to him.

And impatience? To whisk you away from here.

From Skyhaven.

To linkon. At his home. Right beside him always. Only his forever. 

How perfect would it be?

"You think I don't know about your little crush on me?"

His face nuzzled into your neck as he felt your pulse quicken at his words. Bingo. 

He knew about your little crush on him— Because you always talk with your friend on phone daily and the topic was always,

'The handsome doctor who conducted seminar at our school'

That was the topic you discussed with your friend daily and he always made sure to hear it until the end.

"W—what?! How did you get to know about that!?" 

He can't be serious right?

This man Dr.li whom you adorned so much can't be stalking you right? Yes it can't be. You must be sleeping right now, that's why you're having such a vivid dream..

He made no movement and just stayed silent breathing your scent drowning in them. No way. He's sniffing your neck! 

"You smell so good my love.."

The hairs behind your neck stood up by the way his voice gave you chills through your body.

God you didn't ask for this..His hand gripped your hair tilting your head up to gaze at his hazel eyes which almost had no pupil.

"Soon, you'll be with me, my love." 

The white sterile halls nearly blinded you by how bright it was right now. 

Your mother was sitting beside you worriedly while glancing at you from time to time.

Yea, you came back to Akso hospital again.. For what?

"Honey, are you ok?"

Your thoughts stopped spiralling as your mom's voice pulled you to reality. 

"Uh? Yea, yea I'm ok mom... Just shaken up, that's all."

Shit. Why did you say you were shaken up?Now this will only worry her more.

You looked at your mom who went silent after your answer. Yep. She's worried to hell. Why are you back in the hospital again?

The weekend started normal for you until your mom literally dragged you to the hospital because of a phone call from the hospital. 

Saying that they need to discuss more about your condition. What condition did you even have in the first place? 

You came here yesterday because of your scraped knee. Now you have a condition? Surely it has to be a joke—

"Mom, What condition do I have now?! I'm fine can't you see!?"

Your mother looked at you slowly ignoring how you shouted right now.  Taking a deep breath she took a hold of your hand squeezing it gently hoping that it would somewhat calm you.

No. It didn't calm you. Not even in the slightest bit.

You pulled your hands from her hold harshly and looked at her with anger trembling in your eyes. You got tired of listening to her always coming to the hospital even for small reasons. 

"Mom! Tell me the truth!—"

"Patient Y/n can see the doctor now."

The nurse suddenly appeared in front of you interrupting the argument you two were having. Your mother stood up and quickly opened the door and went inside knowing that you would follow.

Muttering a curse under your breath you stood up and stood in front of the door wondering whether to go inside or just run away. Maybe you should—

Nah. The nurse behind you won't let you go anyways.

Fuck It. You held the door knob tightly and pushed it open and found your mom talking to the doctor with anxiety etched on her face.

"Fuck, Why this hospital is radiating brightness everywhere?. Maybe they should just start a light tube company too.."

Murmuring under your breath, you put your arms in front of your eyes as the light reflected too much for your eyes.

"...you mean that her.......admitted, dr. Li?"

"Yes, I think so,......due to this she......I'm sorry to say this."

What the fuck they were talking about? Since the office was too vast and more importantly they were talking too low it was hard to hear. 

You found yourself beside your mom and in front of you there was a big desk and behind there was standing, Dr. Li Zayne. The handsome doctor who visited your school two months ago. 

And the same one you had a dream about last night. Where he kissed you and admitted that he was stalking you. God. It still gives you the creeps just by thinking about it.

But wait—

Isn't he a cardiologist!? Do you have a fucking heart problem  or what!? No, no, don't jump into conclusions that soon Y/n..

Dr. Li quickly looked at you for a minute and turned his attention back to your mother. You two sat in front of him as he handed your reports to your mother.

"So apparently Ms. Y/n, you're getting admitted until your condition gets cured." His words made you eyes widen as you struggled to process the situation.

"What condition do I have???"

"Honey—". Your mom tried to calm you down but you weren't having it.

Since morning all you have been hearing was 'condition, condition' and you got sick of it! You slammed down your hands in front of the table and looked at him with a sneer.

"Tell me! What. Are. You. Talking.  About?!"

Dr. Li showed no emotion on his face at your outburst. He only looked at you with that calculating gaze which made you shiver but you weren't backing down.

"Ms. Y/n, have you heard of post trauma?"

His words made you halt for a bit as you blankly stared at him. Post trauma?

Suddenly your mind flashed back to those mental images two years ago. The one you swore to forget yet it still haunts to this day.

Back then your family was full.

You had a father. He was everything you could ask for. Only in front of the world. But behind the closed doors he was far worse than any animal.

He abused you everyday. With words that made you cover your ears, tears flowing out of those innocent eyes. You were not supposed to experience it.

Slowly it became physical abuse. He beat you, slapped you whenever he wanted to. All of this happened after your mom went to work. 

You didn't dare tell because your father threatened you that he won't hesitate to kill your mom. And he once did too. By poisoning her food.

It was a great miracle she came back alive. So you endured the abuse silently. Until it extended too far. You still remember it.

How he chased you all through the house to sexually assault you. You begged him not to do it. Trying to remind him that you're his daughter. 

But that bastard was far too gone. Just before he could do anything a bat slammed on his head which made him blacked out.

You looked up and saw your mom standing with a bat with tears streaming down her face. It was the day that changed your life both physically and mentally. 

Your father got arrested and was sentenced to prison. Your mother apologized to you frantically for not knowing what has been happening to you all this time.

At her own home, to his own daughter, by that bastard— That's why she's way too protective of you. Scared that something like that will happen again.

Because of your fear of the opposite gender she didn't dare to interject another father figure into your life. Let this nightmare end, that's all she wanted. 

"—Ms. Y/n, are you listening?" Dr. Li's voice snapped you out of your horrible nightmare as you gazed at those hazel eyes nervously. 

"Because of that, your body condition is worsening."

"You're not functioning properly, having hallucinations thinking things which only worsen your condition more."

He was telling the truth. Ever since that your mind has mentally shut down even though you're acting like your normal self. You were disturbed both physically and mentally. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and saw your mom was gripping you with a sad look on her face. 

"Don't worry honey, just for a few days ok? Then we can go home.." Your mom's voice gave you a little bit of comfort not knowing this is your last meeting.

Zayne looked at you both and hid the smirk on his face. Finally, he can have you alone. Because things are going his way, and who is he to slip the chance?

You woke up and saw no sign of Zayne. Suddenly yesterday events flashed in front of you leaving you dreadful. You remembered his words. 

'Don't you know? your mom is dead.'

It can't be true right? Your sweet mom is not dead right!?

She was the only family you had. But he never lied to you before. Tears didn't come because you cried way too much yesterday after hearing it from his mouth. 

"Hmph! hmph!—"

A muffled voice echoed through the room leaving you panicked. You were so lost in your grief that you failed to see a man was on the chair with ropes secured tightly around him.

"Y—you—"

A horrified gasp as you realized the face in front of you. The face who left you in trauma. The one who you once called 'father.' Scrambling away from the bed you ran towards the door on impulse. 

Suddenly a figure engulfed you in a hug as your whole body felt warmth. You looked up and saw Zayne standing in front of you with a smile on his face. 

It looked so sincere like he hadn't kidnapped you. Without a thought you hugged him tightly trying to avoid the person in your room.

"What happened,love? Why are you shaking like a leaf?" Zayne looked down on you and cradled  your head against his chest.

He picked you up like a child as you cling to him tightly, his grip on you was unyielding as he gently coaxed you. It was amusing for him.

To have you tremble like a leaf against him in fear because of that bastard in front of you. Watching the both of you with fury in his eyes. It was his plan after all. To capture the bastard who made your life like this.

'Disgusting filth like him doesn't get to live, how dare he touch what's mine?'

He wants nothing but to kill this disgusting bastard and rip him into pieces. But he wants your permission for that, to watch this wretched life slowly getting killed inch by inch.

"H—how did he end up here?!"

You looked at him not knowing what the hell he was planning. But you didn't dare to lose your grip on him because it was the only thing keeping your fear in control. 

"Please Zayne, please do something! I don't want to see him!"

Your hands went to the collar of his shirt before you even knew it. It was not ok. To see your father again who destroyed your life. You absolutely can't face the trauma again. 

Zayne's hands tilted your chin up making you look at those eyes which somehow calms you.

Calm? Right...

"Don't get scared my love, he can't do anything to you." His words gripped your sanity in a worse way.

He can't do anything? Does he even know what your father did to you? How can he say that!?

And before you even it Zayne put you down and ripped the fabric from your father's mouth. 

The second he done that—

"You bitch! Why did this bastard take me here!?"

Suddenly you were 16 again.

Back to your old house.

Receiving whips from his belt all over your body. Because he was annoyed by your presence.

Hands started to sweat from the memories. Memories you tried so hard to forget.

They flowed like a dam as soon as you heard that vengeance voice.

"You bitch!? Are you hearing me or not!?"

You flinched suddenly as your feet moved backward in instinct.And before you knew it you were sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him gripping the sheets tightly.

You bit your lips so hard in fear. Suddenly Zayne kneeled down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with both of his hands.

Your eyes looked at him full of scared and panic.

"Love, he can't do anything—"

"Can't do anything!? I might remember this bitch what would have happened on that day if that stupid wretched mother of hers didn't interrupt!"

Zayne bites his tongue barely keeping himself in control. He wanted nothing more than ripping this bastard in shreds.

Not soon.

He can't be the one who's killing this bastard. You are the only person who should do it.

Slowly he sat behind you on the bed and placed his hands gently on your shoulders.

He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck leaving you breathless. It slowly trailed upwards and made Its way to your ear.

His breath ghosted your ears leaving shivers all over your body. Your father's eyes widened at the scenario happening in front of him.

He struggled to get out of the ropes but fuck— it was too tight. Zayne gave a predatory smile upon his seeing struggle and held your jaw with his hand.

Forcing you to look at your father who was glaring at you with a murderous glint. "The best way to overcome our trauma is to end it with our hands."

He held your hand and placed a heavy metal in it. A knife.

A fucking knife.

"Unless we end our trauma it will keep haunting us all through our life my love."

His words sent chills to your heart as you finally grasped what he was saying.

"What are you saying?..."

Zayne didn't miss the way you gripped the knife tightly.

"You should be the one cutting the roots, permanently."

He's right. The man in front of you was the reason for the downfall of your life.

So you should be the one giving him salvation right?

"Do it love, I know you can do it."

Do it.

You should do it. You will do it.

You must.

Kill him!

STAB

Your hand plunged the knife right on his chest in the blink of an eye.

"You beat me every time!"

STAB

"You tried to kill my mother!"

STAB

"You never let me live in peace!"

STAB

"You tries to rape me on my birthday! Your own daughter!"

STAB

"I begged you didn't I!?"

STAB

"You don't deserve to live!"

STAB

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

STAB

Crimson blood stained your clothes as you repeatedly stabbed the dead body.

His chest was stabbed multiple times leaving a big hole where his heart once was. His stomach was cut open, spilling the intestines outside which looked unrecognizable.

Multiple slashes covered his entire body as it looked like it was killed by an animal. It was insane.

His face looked nothing like the father you once knew. It looked too difficult to identify what it was once.

Suddenly you snapped out of your trance and looked at the mess in front of you.

Oh no.

What have you done?..

You killed someone!

You dropped the knife and covered your mouth in horror.

'NONONONONONONONONONO—'

Zayne covered your eyes and hugged you tightly.

"It's ok darling...you didn't do anything wrong."

Your legs started as you lost your balance and fell on the floor with Zayne holding you tightly. He hauled you to his lap and hugged your trembling figure tightly.

"I—I killed my—my—my f—father!"

Your hands clutched on to his shirt as you completely surrendered in his arms. Zayne looked at the body and smiled. His plan worked just as he thought.

You killed him.

With your own hands.

Leaving the body unidentified.

His hands cupped your cheeks as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were emotionless but seeing your tear streaked face—

God...

You looked so adorable in his arms.

Even when you are completely covered in blood. It must be fate he founded you. Or else his life would be completely meaningless.

Without thinking he captured your lips with his own.

It wasn't a gentle one.

It was meant for your submission. Your brleath hitched as you felt him ravaging your lips completely.

You should be pushing him away right? Then why are you gripping his hair and kissing him back with the same intensity?

Why are you clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you sane? He kidnapped you!—

A gasp left your mouth as he bit your lower lips and invaded your mouth.

It was rushed. The way he kissed every inch of you was sending shivers to your core. His tongue brushed every inch as it finally found yours.

Leaving you breathless all over as you struggled to get out of the heated kiss. But he wasn't having it. One hand gently brushed your locks and gripped it tightly.

Another hand pulled you closer until you were practically flushed against his chest. He devoured your mouth like he was worshipping you with his actions.

Finally he pulled away leaving a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths.

Oh.

Your eyes looked dazed.

The sight he was dying to see. To having you completely devote yourself to him.

He pressed your face into his neck and lulled you to sleep.

"It's ok... You're finally safe."

"With me."

Just like that a month went by as you found yourself in Akso hospital again.

This time with him beside you holding your waist guiding you to his office.

The whole hospital went silent as they saw a girl besides their doctor. A small figure completely clinging to him.

What shocked them more was—

The ring.

A silver ring with a jasmine flower surrounding it on your finger.

Matching the ring on his hand.

Zayne stopped in his tracks as he saw Greyson and MC staring at him with shock etched on their faces.

"Z—Zayne, who is this girl?"MC's voice came out small as she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

"She's my wife."

That single sentence crushed her heart completely.

Wife?

Since when?

Didn't he love her??

Didn't he love his childhood friend?!

But her instincts were sharp.She didn't miss the way you flinched at his words.

Just who were you?..

Zayne continued his steps to his office.

This is what you wanted right isn't it?

To be loved by someone? To be completely devoted to you?Then why does it feel like a cage?

Maybe he's the only one you have now.

The only person who carved your heart to fit him completely.

To love only him.

But is it love?

It is.

Because you know that you can't live without him.

And that was his salvation.

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Soooo I'm writing a yandere Zayne FIC 😩😩😩 Should the ending be darker??

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[nicohii]

good goodbye (soulmate! au)

zayne x fem! non mc. You are wise beyond your years, is just something people say to appease your grief of the time lost. zayne is looking for a way to make you believe that time is on your side.

Prologue | one

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[sukunahs]

victim of luck | gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: while the chances of meeting your soulmate are one in a million, you were lucky enough to stumble across yours with fairly little effort.

unfortunately, fate has a way of being cruel, and your destined partner also happens to be your clan’s worst enemy.

word count: 13.1k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, soulmate au, forbidden love, star crossed lovers, childhood friends to lovers, blood, major injury, anxiety, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, familial disappointment, yearning

a/n: thank you to @hellicify for requesting this, I had a lot of fun writing it! It was originally meant to be enemies to lovers but I grew too attached to them being more romeo and juliet-esque!

hope you all enjoy! first long gojo fic hehe.....kinda nervous.....

The first time you met Gojo Satoru, the whole world stopped. 

You’d been only seven years old, encountering him at a meeting of all the prominent clans within Jujutsu Society. Your eyes had met his electric blue ones, and your little heart had exploded with emotion that you’d never known possible. It was a desire to reach out to him, to cling onto him. 

It was a desire that he shared, clear in the way that his stubby hand reached for yours, an unspoken connection formed between the two of you with a singular look. The moment was gone as soon as it arrived, with his caretaker pulling him away harshly, barking at him not to associate himself with anyone from that clan. 

The same lecture was given to you by your parents, harshly reminding you that anyone with the name Gojo was the enemy and not the sort that you wanted to tangle with. 

They were fiends, and you always had to remember that. 

But for some reason, despite the lessons you were given over the next few years pertaining to your family’s history and feud with the Gojo clan, you could never manage to find understanding in their outlook. Not when every single night had you picturing those bright blue eyes that had stared into yours with such wonder. 

The next time you saw Gojo Satoru, you were eleven years old. 

It was in a similar setting as before - a convergence of clans, but now that you were older there were less eyes on you, more freedom to roam about the grounds upon which the convention was being held. 

You found him beside a pond, staring out at the rippling water in silence, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. He’d jumped ever so slightly as you approached, frustration present in his furrowed brow, only for his expression to morph into wonder at the sight of you, a wide grin crossing his graceful face. 

“It's you!” He exclaimed. His eyes were lit up, excitement bubbling within him. If he were a dog, you were sure that he’d be wagging his tail with great enthusiasm. 

“It’s you,” you responded with a tilt of your head, grateful that he remembered you. You’d worried that the momentary connection between the two of you hadn’t been real, had been nothing more than mere puppy love on your part, a complete insignificance to him. 

Satoru looked around cautiously, frowning once more before reaching out and grabbing your arm. Tugging you along, he headed down a sequence of hidden garden pathways before skidding to a halt in a small clearing beneath a maple tree. You’d let yourself be dragged along easily, half curious as to where he was leading you, and half conscious of the fact that he was doing this to prevent prying eyes. 

The two of you shouldn’t be talking after all. You both knew that. Even though you considered the feud to be genuinely stupid, and you hoped that Satoru did too. 

“No one should see us here, stupid adults are always watching,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. 

You shrugged. For the most part your parents let you do whatever you wanted, so you couldn’t really relate, but you imagined that in this one case, they would go absolutely crazy if they saw you alone with the Gojo clan’s six eyes user, who was public enemy number one in their minds. 

They’d had assassins sent after him, if what you’d overheard your parents talking about was to be believed. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. 

You told him with a smile, and he nodded, introducing himself only for you to stop him. His reputation preceded him after all. He seemed almost proud of the fact that you already knew him, puffing up his chest with a wide grin, like he was keen to impress you. You couldn’t help but smile back, heart fluttering at the sight. 

“I thought I might’ve made you up!” He chirped, offering further explanation as you tilted your head in confusion. “I have this vivid image of seeing you when we were younger, it comes up in my dreams a lot, like this nice shiny memory that makes me feel all warm. But I thought you might’ve just been an imaginary friend.” 

It seemed that Satoru’s clan had taken the opposite approach to your clan, keeping information about their enemy locked down. Although, why would they bother telling him anything about you? It wasn’t like you were special in the same way he was. 

“You’re from that clan, aren’t you? That’s why we never tend to see each other.” 

You nodded solemnly. “My parents will throw a fit if they see me talking to you.” 

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them!” Satoru’s smile was painfully bright, an admiration growing desperately in your chest at the sight of it. There was no doubt that you had a crush - between the fact that you’d met very few boys your age and the idea that he was forbidden, your young heart had never wanted anything more. 

So of course you nodded along, sitting down beside him in the clearing, relieved to be free of the adults for an afternoon. 

Satoru seemed to love talking, chattering away at you for hours. You’d always been more of an introvert - with your clan largely keeping to themselves, there was seldom anyone for you to talk to, and that meant that your social skills were limited. You were grateful for Satoru’s ability to push the conversation forward, asking you non-stop questions about your life and likes, and talking at length about his own preferences. 

You learned that in a lot of ways you were startlingly similar. 

You both had a penchant for sweet things, an enjoyment of catching frogs in the summer, and a deep set desire to escape from the stifling grip of your respective families. It felt like no matter what Satoru spoke about, you could feel yourself relating on a deep level. His thoughts and desires were so aligned with yours that if he were to suddenly reveal that he’d read your diary and this was all some practical joke, you wouldn’t be shocked in the slightest. 

“I used to love climbing trees too,” he added, down to the twentieth hobby on his list at this point, seemingly enjoying being listened to with such rapt attention. “But I’m not allowed to anymore because of this stupid thing.” 

He was rolling his eyes as he held up his arm to show you, a thick scar running up the length of his forearm. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you peered at the imperfection on his pale skin, inspecting the way that the old wound was scabbing over, clearly having been picked at by his impatient hands. 

“Oh, snap!” You said with a small smile, pushing the sleeve of your kimono back to show him an identical wound, uncannily similar to the one he was currently sporting. “Mine was from a knife!” 

It was a lesson in not playing in your family’s weapon storage. You’d spent plenty of time there throughout your childhood against your parents’ advice, and one day the reality of why they didn’t want you going there came to smack you right in the face. It turned out that attempting to catch a falling knife isn’t a good idea. 

“You were stabbed?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. 

“In a sense.” You puffed out your chest, not eager to confess that the assailant had been none other than your own foolishness. “How did climbing a tree cause that?” 

“It didn’t. My handler just thinks it did.” He huffed. 

It was clear that this was a serious topic for him, one that he’d thought plenty about. You imagined that he still climbed trees in secret whenever he could, because there was something about him that suggested an unwillingness to be truly tamed. 

“How did you get it then?” You asked, rubbing your own scar for half a second before dropping your hand back down to your side. You shouldn’t scratch at it, even if the scab was itchy. It would come off in its own time.

He thought about that question for a second, white eyebrows drawn close together in focus, before he turned to you with an unbothered shrug. “Dunno! One day it was just there!” 

You hummed, content with his answer. It wasn’t like the origin really mattered to you, there were bumps and bruises on you all the time that you just couldn’t explain. It was all part of being a kid, there was so much going on that you couldn’t possibly remember everything. 

Why would you? 

—

It was a few years later, at age fifteen, that you learned just why those unexplainable scars actually did hold meaning. A serious conversation with your parents, in which they sat you down and told you all that you needed to know about soulmates, since you were approaching the age where it might be relevant. 

They explained that some people had a divine connection, something beautiful and otherworldly that would bring the two of them together against all odds. It was the stuff of the fairytales that you’d loved so dearly when you were young, a magic that existed here on earth. 

Your parents weren’t soulmates. Not many couples tended to be. Considering the population of the world, such unions between soulmates tended to be rare, something special whenever one found their prophesied other half. Outside of the inexplicable attraction that one would expect to feel when witnessing their soulmate, there was a single clue to who your other half might be. 

Once soulmates had laid eyes on each other for the first time, any wound inflicted upon one party would be mirrored on the other. 

Cuts, bruises, scars, disfigurements, and even death. Anything that ailed one would ail the other, allowing for a constant physical connection between lovers. Something equal parts beautiful and tragic. You were tied to their fate, no matter what it may be. 

If you’d been older, perhaps you would’ve connected the dots faster. But it had been four years since you’d last seen Satoru, and although his presence was a constant in your dreams, your conversation about scars had long since fled your mind. 

With the emphasis that your mother was putting on tempering your expectations where it came to ever meeting a soulmate, the thought that you might’ve already met him was far from apparent to you. 

You next encountered Satoru less than a year later, when the two of you enrolled in Jujutsu High at the same time. 

It was nice to be able to see him without the shadow of both your clans lingering over you, even if your parents had given you a big lecture beforehand about how you were to stay as far away from the Gojo heir as possible. It was a directive that you ignored of course, throwing yourself wholeheartedly into a friendship with Satoru. 

Why should you build your relationships around some dusty old family feud? Satoru had been nothing but kind to you in the fleeting moments you’d encountered each other throughout childhood. You couldn’t care less if some boring ancestor of his stole your family’s land a thousand years ago.

What did that matter when Satoru was so much fun? 

The two of you were practically attached at the hip for the first two years of school, always getting into mischief together. You’d sit next to each other during classes, go out into the city to check out new bakeries, spend evenings in each other’s rooms watching scary movies - always settled right next to each other. Sometimes Satoru’s arm would brush against yours and your heart rate would skyrocket, a result of the crush that you couldn’t deny that you had on your best friend. 

Your friend Shoko had teased you about it on occasion, waiting until Satoru and Suguru were off on some mission before poking fun at just how attached to him you were, trying to convince you to talk to him about it since he was clearly into you too. 

Unfortunately, that was where you largely drew the line. 

Being friends with Satoru was one thing, easily concealed from your parents. But dating him? That was something else entirely. It wasn’t like any relationship between the two of you could go anywhere, both of your families would exile you. Perhaps in the case of the Gojo clan, they’d even seek to kill you if Satoru didn’t comply with their desires. 

While you didn’t agree with the feud, you didn’t wish to be estranged from the family that had so lovingly raised you, and for that reason it was better that you and Satoru remained nothing more than friends. 

There were, of course, complications that quickly arose on that front. 

The thought of soulmates had largely fled your mind as you entered your third year of school. Again, if you’d been attentive, maybe you would’ve seen reality much faster. There was evidence in the way that you seemed to be the only person capable of bypassing Satoru’s infinity during training - a feat that you both brushed off too easily as a feature of your own technique rather than something deeper. 

But true, unquestionable evidence came round soon enough. 

Satoru and Suguru had been sent off on some mission, and had been gone for a couple of days. You’d been passing your time as normal, studying and enjoying the warm summer air. You’d been out having a picnic with Utahime when it happened. One moment the two of you were chatting away happily, the next your eyes were widening in sheer horror at the feeling of a knife jamming into your throat. 

In that moment, you’d fully believed that it was real, that there was a person behind you who had decided to put an end to your short life. You didn’t think about the why or how of the matter, hands raising to your neck desperately in an attempt to find the blade, only to discover nothing but thin air until your fingers brushed against your neck. 

There, you discovered a gaping hole, gushing with blood. There was just enough time for terror to course through you before you blacked out, dropping down onto the picnic mat before you, likely leaving Utahime traumatised for a significant portion of her life. 

You came to a few days later, with the physical evidence of the event shockingly absent. If you didn’t know better, it would almost feel like nothing had ever happened at all, but your heart certainly remembered, a deep anxiety sitting within you at the memory of the extreme injury, of the excruciating pain that you never wanted to experience again. 

Sitting at your bedside in a plastic chair, was Satoru. 

His hand was clutching yours tightly, and his head was resting on the side of your bed, white hair splayed out across the soft sheets. You wondered how long he’d been at your side, how he’d reacted when he’d found out what had happened to you. Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his warm fingers intertwined with yours, taking your mind off the horrors of your injury for a few minutes at least. 

The second that you shifted, he was sitting up, suddenly all attentive. There was something wild behind his blue eyes, a sort of panic that you weren’t accustomed to him wearing. “You’re awake- I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “This is my fault, I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I’m sorry.” 

“Huh?” your head was swimming, your body not quite caught up to the fact that you were awake, unable to understand the guilt written all over your friend’s face. 

“We- we were within the barriers, I’d thought that we were safe. That assassin, he came out of nowhere and I couldn’t defend myself. You must’ve been so scared, I’m sorry, I’ll never let that happen again.” 

Satoru’s words were going in one ear and out the other with no coherency. Why was he apologising for not being able to defend himself? What did that have to do with you? You could hardly remember what had happened for you to end up here, aware of the searing pain in your neck and then nothing. 

Had a curse user snuck in and attacked you? Had they attacked Satoru and then come for you? Was that why he was apologising? Had they been caught? 

“It looks like my RCT worked on you too though, I’m glad.” 

All the thoughts in your head dissipated as Satoru reached out for you, brushing his fingers softly against your neck. There was a flash of phantom pain quickly replaced by a soft tingling beneath his touch. You were surprised to find his hand skimming over your skin, no bandages in sight, as if there had been no wound at all. 

“What- what happened, Satoru?” You asked, figuring that trying to piece things together was a fool’s game when your head was pounding so hard.

Surprise flickered in his blue eyes for a moment, as if he thought that you were already with him in his explanation. “What do you remember?” He asked, slowly. 

“I was having lunch, and then there was this blinding pain in my neck, like someone stabbed me, and now I’m here.” That was genuinely all that you could recall, a wry smile drawing across your lips at the panic on Satoru’s face, as though he’d gotten thoroughly ahead of himself. 

“You- you don’t know?” 

“Know what?” 

“You weren’t stabbed. I was.” 

That statement didn’t quite sink in for the first few seconds, with your brain far too foggy to really understand what relevance it had to you. You were moments away from once again asking what the hell he was talking about when it clicked. 

He was stabbed and the wound replicated on you. 

The boy who’d had your heart beating erratically from the first moment you’d met, the same one who somehow found his way into every single one of your dreams. There was a reason that you thought of him in the way that you always had. 

A reason that you always yearned so deeply to be around him. 

He was your soulmate. Proven through your shared misery. Any wound of his was a wound of yours and vice versa. You had to count your lucky stars that Satoru was one of the strongest sorcerers around, that he was capable enough to learn to heal on the fly. Else you’d both be dead. 

“We’re…” You trailed off, mouth going dry before you could say the words.

“Soulmates,” he finished, with a giddy grin.

The first feeling that overcame you was pure elation, an unbelievable sense of happiness at the idea of being with Satoru like that, at the thought that the two of you were actually destined for each other. For a moment, you almost forgot yourself entirely, every inch of your body urging you to lean forward and kiss him. 

You’d dreamt about it enough times. 

But reason held you back. 

Satoru had always been somewhat forbidden fruit to you. Your family despised his, and had always given you strict instructions not to associate with him in any form. You’d ignored them, because why should they dictate your friendships, but when it came to the matter of something more you could see many potential issues. 

There was still a grin on Satoru’s face, but it had faltered ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes were darting around your face with a hint of anxiety, clearly trying to understand what was going through your head. 

“It's good, right? I mean, I like you, and I hope…” He trailed off uncertainly, taking a deep breath, as if he was scared that you were about to come out and call him repulsive or something of the like. 

“I like you too,” you said hastily, not wanting to leave him hanging. 

“But?” 

“But our families are going to kill us.” 

He laughed, shrugging his shoulders easily. “Remember, what they don’t know won’t hurt them!”

His lips crashed against yours, stealing the air from your lungs. It was your first kiss, the first of many that you’d share with Satoru. Kissing someone, kissing him was something that you’d imagined for a long time, fretting over your inexperience, terrified about the idea of being a bad kisser. 

And yet, it felt so easy with him. It was as if you’d been made for this very moment. You knew exactly what to do, moving your lips in tandem with his, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. 

Your life hadn’t been unhappy by any stretch of the imagination, but there’d always been a hollow feeling that you carried with you, like something was missing. With him, it felt like that gap was finally filled. 

Like you were meant to be. 

The remainder of your third year was spent in total bliss. Of course, you both had the sense to keep your relationship as secret as it could be, fully away of the attempts to divide you that would no doubt come from your families, but it didn’t make things any less fun by any means. 

If anything, the thrill of your union being secret just spurred both of you on more. 

Hands brushing beneath tables, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment across a busy room, secret rendezvous in your dorm room night after night, in which Satoru would climb in through the window with a goofy smile on his face, barely offering a greeting before kissing you silly. 

The two of you became each other’s first everything, placing complete trust in the other, which just felt so easy because even if you weren’t soulmates, your friendship over the last few years had been unrivalled. A gap that felt like it had always existed in your heart had been filled thoroughly by Satoru’s presence. 

No doubt existed in your mind that this was how things were meant to be, Satoru’s lips against yours, his hands brushing against your waist tenderly as he pulled you closer. Your ancestors were almost certainly rolling in their graves, but what did that matter when your heart yearned so deeply for the man that the universe had decided you were destined for?

Some dusty feud meant nothing in the face of true love. 

That was what you had believed for a time, at least. Until the illusion of what you had was well and truly shattered. 

Your graduation was mere days away, and everyone was busy with various responsibilities in the lead up to the ceremony. Both yours and Satoru’s clans would be coming to attend, and subsequently the two of you were doing your best to act like you didn’t know each other at all, save for soft little smiles you’d share when you thought that no one was looking. 

Oh, and except for the secret moments in which Satoru would pull you into an empty classroom, pressing you up against the wall and kissing you like his life depended on it, all amped up from the thrill of someone discovering you all tangled together with no explanation but the truth. 

The reality of discovery turned out to be less alluring than either of you had expected though, the two of you freezing as Yaga entered the room during one such moment, sweeping his gaze over you both before letting out a heavy sigh. “Satoru, your family are looking for you.” 

Confusion was written across both of your faces, expecting some level of comment regarding your condition, but finding none. 

“I’m…busy?” Satoru offered cautiously, not sure what to make of Yaga’s reaction. You had to hold back a snort at the bewilderment in his pretty blue eyes. 

“Clearly. But if you don’t want them to discover…this…” Yaga waved his hand in your general direction, as if unwilling to address it. “I’d suggest you appease them.” 

Satoru let out a heavy sigh, shooting you an apologetic smile before heading to the door. You moved to follow behind him, only for Yaga to step in your way. It was hard to make sense of his expression behind the sunglasses he’d always wear, but there seemed to be something akin to pity lining his face. 

“Just a moment. I think there’s something we should discuss.” 

Satoru shot a frown over his shoulder, clearly displeased with the development. Any protest that he might form was cut short by Yaga pushing the door to the classroom closed, shutting you off from your disgruntled boyfriend on the other side. 

“What?” You asked, rather defensively. You didn’t know how many moments together you and Satoru had left before the pressures of life would start to drag you apart, you didn’t particularly want to waste any of that time talking to your teacher. 

“You understand that it has to stop, don’t you?” 

For a second it felt like your heart had ceased its beating. You knew what he was referring to, of course you did, but you weren’t going to acknowledge that fact for even a second. You’d play dumb and force him to spell it out for you, because you weren’t going to concede to his statement without some element of a fight. 

“What has to-”

“You’re smarter than that,” he said, interrupting you swiftly. “This thing with Satoru, it was all fine while you were young but now…if you take this seriously it will only end in tragedy.” 

“What does it matter to you?” Once again, your tone was rude. You were pretty confident that if you were a teacher you wouldn’t be snooping around on the relationships of your students, that was just plain weird. 

“Do you value your life? Do you value Satoru’s?” 

You blinked at him. “Obviously.” 

“Then you need to stop.” 

Staring at him haplessly, you tried to understand what he could possibly mean by that. Satoru was quite possibly the strongest sorcerer alive, if your families were to find out and be displeased then that was their problem, there was nothing that they could do if it was Gojo Satoru they were up against - they’d just have to accept it. 

Even if the idea of being disowned wasn’t ideal to you, it would be worth it for Satoru. 

Sensing your confusion, Yaga let out another long sigh. “You’re soulmates, aren’t you?” 

Hesitating for a moment, you bit down on your lip. That wasn’t information that you’d shared with anyone outside of Shoko and Suguru. Even if others like Utahime were aware that the two of you were dating, you didn’t want everyone to know about the depth of the bond that you shared - it felt like it would be almost less sacred that way. 

“I’ve known since the incident with Fushiguro Toji,” He continued at your lack of response. “Others have had their suspicions too, but I’ve done my best to quell them. It does you no good for people to know.” 

“I don’t think it really matters, Satoru’s so strong he can-” 

“And you, are you strong?” 

“Huh?” 

“Tell me,” Yaga said, lowering his voice ever so slightly. “What has your clan done with previous bearers of Satoru’s technique?” 

“They’ve killed them, but, like I said, Satoru is too strong so-” 

Much to your annoyance, he cut you off once more. 

“Right. What do you think your clan will do, when they find out that you have a soul binding connection with him? What do you think they’ll do when they find out that through your sacrifice, they can kill Satoru?” 

Your lips parted ever so slightly, trying to formulate an argument that just wouldn’t come, because you’d been so swept up in your new love for Satoru that any issues that may arise seemed to just slip from your mind entirely. 

“In fact,” Yaga continued, “forget your clan. What do you think will happen when the world at large finds out about this connection? You’re right, Satoru can protect himself, but it won’t matter if he can be killed through you.” 

“I wouldn’t…” Your voice quivered ever so slightly, mind racing with the picture that Yaga was painting, the realisation of the weight that sat upon your shoulders truly starting to settle. He was right, you didn’t have something like Satoru’s infinity to protect you, and even if your soulmate would look after you most of the time, he couldn’t be at your side at all moments. 

You’d be responsible for both of your deaths. 

“If you love him, you need to put an end to this before anyone of import finds out about it. If you don’t, neither of you will even make it to twenty-five.”

In the days following your conversation with Yaga, you avoided Satoru as much as you could. It was easier than it would usually be with everything surrounding graduation and the fact that your families were constantly nearby. But one evening Satoru snuck into your room just like he always would, effectively cornering you. 

“You’ve been weird lately,” he said, straightforwardly. He’d flopped down on your bed, hand supporting his chin as he stared up at you. Your posture was riddled with anxiety, knees drawn up to your chest, nails digging into the palm of your hands in an attempt to calm yourself. 

You hadn’t slept well in days. 

“Just tired.” You responded on reflex, and he instantly pulled a face. 

“Liar.” 

“Satoru-” 

“What did Yaga say to you?” He asked, sitting up and stopping any spiel that you were about to summon in an attempt to placate him. 

“Nothing, I’m just-” 

“He said we needed to break up, didn’t he?” 

You nibbled on your lower lip, offering a small nod. There was a burning fire in his blue eyes that sparkled with the same resistance you’d initially shown Yaga, one that said he couldn’t care less what the consequences were, he wasn’t about to be torn from his soulmate, no matter what the world wanted to throw at him. 

“Fuck him. What does he know?” Satoru reached out for you gently, his hand cupping your face, a thumb gently swiping along the curve of your cheek. Goosebumps raised up on your skin at the action, a desperate electricity tingling through your veins at his mere touch. How Yaga expected you to live without that was beyond you. 

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips gently against yours, his tongue flicking against your lips tenderly, practically begging you for entrance. You parted your lips for him easily, letting him push you down onto the bed, the weight of his warm body on top of yours. It would be so easy to just sink into that lovely feeling of bliss that overtook you whenever you were at his side. 

But the little voice in the back of your head prevailed on this occasion. 

“I’ll get you killed.” Your voice was small as you pulled away, eyes a little watery as you stared up at him. He was so handsome that you almost wanted to take the words back, wanted to wipe that look of disbelief off his face. 

You would’ve done it if not for the fact that Yaga was right - if you loved him, and you did, you both had to stop. 

“You won’t.” His tone was dismissive, as if the mere insinuation was ridiculous. 

“I will. I’m not strong like you. If people find out about this they’ll start trying to kill me for the sake of killing you. It’ll all be my fault.” 

Satoru’s brows furrowed, his expression angrier than you’d ever seen it. “Don’t be dumb! I won’t let anything happen to you, you’re just letting Yaga fearmonger you.” 

“Satoru.” Your voice was quiet. “You can’t protect me all the time. All it takes is just one instant-” 

“What are you trying to say right now?” He pulled back from you, frustration and hurt straining his voice, blue eyes wide with anxiety. 

“I’m saying this has to end.” 

It was hard to not let your voice waver, an ache growing in your heart at the mess of emotions that flickered across your boyfriend’s handsome face. You could take it back, you could kiss him and pretend that the conversation never happened, that none of that stuff that Yaga said mattered. 

The problem was, it did matter. 

You loved Satoru, you loved him more than anything on this earth. He was your other half, the person who truly completed you. And for that reason you couldn’t give in, couldn’t spend every day at his side. 

Because you wanted him to live a long life, not one cut short because of your weakness. 

That wasn’t fair. 

“You don’t mean that.” Satoru said, his tone clipped. 

“I have to mean it. There’s no future for us but tragedy.” 

—

Over the next few years, you did everything you could to try to get over Satoru. You failed miserably - a reality that you’d largely been anticipating. You couldn’t simply forget a soulmate, the universe had dictated that you were made for one another, destined no matter what you tried to do. 

That meant that you spent half of your nights sobbing into your pillow, desperate for the warmth of Satoru’s body at your side. The thought of reaching for your phone and just calling him had crossed your mind on many an occasion, thwarted only by the rational side of you sternly refusing to give in to your desires. 

Satoru had become the head of the Gojo clan in the time that you were apart, which ultimately meant that he was the arbiter concerning the feud with your family. It didn’t make much difference, even if Satoru played nice with them, they still regarded him with the same hatred as usual. 

You imagined that Satoru’s attempts at offering an olive branch were for your sake, a dwindling hope that maybe you could be together if your families weren’t at odds. Such rifts were, unfortunately, too deep to mend. 

The next time that you and Satoru actually crossed paths, you were both twenty-three. You’d been assigned a mission involving the elimination of some curse-users, which had grown infinitely more complex the more intel you’d gathered on the matter. Subsequently, a special grade sorcerer was put on the case.

Both Yuki and Suguru were preoccupied with other matters, and that meant that the only person left was Satoru. 

It was how the two of you ended up awkwardly sitting in the living room of a tiny apartment, trying to figure out what to say to each other while you staked out some curse users that you couldn’t care less about when the man you loved was sitting right across from you. 

Time had treated Satoru well. He was a little bulkier than he’d been at high school, his hair slightly more respectable than the unkept look he’d had at eighteen. The look in his blue eyes was a little sharper, more controlled than the wild edge that they’d previously held. But he was still unquestionably himself, his mere presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket. 

You were grateful that you hadn’t had to cross paths with him much over the last five years, because there wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d be able to resist him forever, not when his mere scent was intoxicating to you, despite him being sat several metres away. 

“So…uh…I wonder how long this will take.” You cleared your throat awkwardly, and Satoru stared at you incredulously. 

“Really?” He asked, in disbelief. “That’s the line you’re going with?” 

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged. “I don’t- what would you have started with?” 

His lips curved up into a smile at your reaction. “Maybe a: hey, how have you been? Have you missed me? Something to that effect, I don’t know.” 

“Feels redundant,” you mumbled. Of course you’d missed each other, you’d been practically engineered to feel that way. 

“Still figured you’d want to hear me say it.” 

“If I hear you say it, all of the work that I put into coping without you for the last five years would go to waste.” There was no point in being anything but honest with him, your heart was battering against your ribs, the sound of his voice even more lovely than you’d remembered it. If he were to kiss you right now, there was a certainty in your mind that you wouldn’t be able to push him away. 

It was true that distance made the heart grow fonder, and your skin was practically itching for his hands to hold you once more. Consequences be damned. 

That outlook was foolish, dangerous even, and you both knew it. Even if Satoru had been disgruntled at your break up, you knew that he was smart enough to understand why, even if he’d disagreed with you. It was why he’d stayed far away from you over the last few years, eager to grant you your wish.

He’d worked just as hard as you had to keep temptation from even brushing your periphery. 

Rightfully so, considering that mere minutes alone in a room with him already had you unravelling. Your desire for him was more palpable than it had been back at school, as if your love had matured along with you. The space between your thighs was growing wetter with each passing second, skin prickling with electricity.

He gave you a bright smile, blue eyes narrowing deviously. “I missed you,” he stated, matter-of-factly, seemingly conscious of the way that his words seemed to grip your heart, squeezing it desperately. “I missed you more than you can imagine.” 

“I think I can imagine it.” 

“I don’t think so.” He leant forward, resting his chin on his hand in that lazy way that was characteristically him. “You have no idea how many nights I pictured you, imagining you on top of me, looking all angelic like you do. I wanted you to be the one stroking my-” 

“Stop,” you interrupted him quickly with a groan, not needing to hear the end of that sentence. His cock was the last thing that you needed to be thinking about right now, even if you did desperately want to feel it inside you again. 

The two of you had only made love a couple of times in your life, despite dating throughout most of your third year at high school. It was because you hadn’t felt ready until fairly far into your relationship, and relatively soon after you had started having sex, the whole thing with Yaga happened and everything stopped. 

It had made you wish that you’d agreed to make love earlier on in the span of your relationship, that way you could’ve done it more times. It would’ve given you more a reference point to pine over on the days when you really missed him. 

You hadn’t had sex with anyone since him. You probably never would. The idea that anyone could replace Satoru in your mind was laughable. It would always be him, even if you couldn’t actually be together. There was a jealous side of you that questioned whether he’d slept with anyone else in the time you’d been apart. You really hoped not. 

“Do you really want me to stop?” Satoru asked, rising from his chair and walking slowly across the room before stopping right before you. “Because you sure are blushing.” 

What did he really want you to say to that? Of course you didn’t want him to stop, you needed him to. But that wasn’t the question he was asking. 

“Satoru-” 

“I think about that day a lot, you know,” he interjected, “the day that you told me this needed to end. Back then all I could do was get upset, couldn’t think of a way to reason with you that what you were doing was wrong.” 

“Do you have one now?” You asked, your question coming out as a whisper, barely daring to hope that there was some glimmer of light at the end of this tunnel, a way that you could ease your heartache without tragedy for you both. 

“I think so.” 

You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue. 

“We’re literally soulmates,” he said, as if that cleared things up. 

“Yeah?” You prompted, assuming there was more to that statement. 

“The universe destined us for each other, who are we to go against the universe? That’s just ridiculous.” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head at his optimism. “Be that as it may, nothing has changed Satoru. If we give in, we’ll be met with tragedy.”

“Then we’ll just keep it a secret,” he said, easily. 

You rolled your eyes, infuriated that you’d believed he had any actual plan. Keeping things a secret was the first solution you’d thought of, far from a revolutionary concept. It wasn’t a sustainable option. 

“That won’t work.” 

“We’ll make it work.” 

“Satoru, that’s not-” 

“Are you happy?” His words cut through you like a knife, his blue gaze unwavering as he met your wide eyes. 

He’d struck his target with excellent precision, your mind swimming with hurt at the effectiveness of his comment. You weren’t happy, you hadn’t been happy in years. Without him, it was like the world around you was sucked of its colour, his absence leaving a deep ache in your chest right where your heart should be. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You said carefully, and he shook his head with a snort. 

“So that’s a no then.” 

“Please, stop-” 

“I’d take the risk of dying early if my life, however short, was spent with you.” 

His words stunned you into silence, your lips parted in shock, incapable of coming up with any sort of rebuttal for a statement like that. As much as you wanted to stand your ground, to point out that there was more to life than your romance alone, you knew that your words would be unconvincing. You didn’t even believe that yourself. 

Having Satoru at your side was all that you wanted out of life, you’d be lying if you said otherwise. 

Satoru was studying your face carefully, eyes darting around your features in an attempt to read your reaction amongst the silence you were currently offering him. Clearly, he found something that emboldened him, reaching out slowly and caressing your face before closing the gap, lips brushing tentatively against yours. 

There was a moment of hesitation, a desperate fight in your head where your conscience screamed at you to pull away, only for the voice to be drowned out by a static of pure devotion for the man before you. 

Forget the sensible option. Why deny yourself everything you’d ever desired? 

Satoru pulled you closer to him at the feeling of you kissing him back with fervour, sighing softly into the kiss as he mapped out your lips once more, eager to relearn the feeling of you in the same way that he once had. 

In the heat of the entanglement, the two of you entirely forgot the reason that you were in this situation in the first place, any attempts at staking out the curse users completely forgotten in favor of giving in to five years of absence. Failing your mission was the least of your worries, certain that Satoru would take the fall and make some excuse on your behalf anyway. 

Dealing with that could wait. 

Your soulmate had you on the bed, kissing and worshipping every bare inch of your skin as he peeled off each layer of clothing you donned, leaving endless love bites in his wake, marking you as indisputably his. 

He held you still as he moved between your thighs, lips moving to your pussy and eating you out like a man starved, refusing to let up even as you were wriggling beneath him from the overstimulation, tugging desperately at his soft hair as you unravelled on his tongue with such ease. 

When he finally pushed into you, he tugged you as close as physically possible, his arms wrapping snugly around your torso, your chests pressed flush together as he sank as deep as he could into your warmth. The movement of his hips was slow and languid, fucking you with a passion that had you swooning. 

All the while you clung to him, nails raking down his back with each deep thrust, soft little whimpers of his name falling from your lips. It felt better than any time you’d done this before, laced with a level of intimacy that could only be created through years of yearning. 

“I love you.” He mumbled against the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with gentle kisses, his voice a little raspy. “You’re mine.” 

You were his, for better or for worse. 

The two of you came together, bodies shuddering with pleasure at the euphoric feeling of release. Satoru kept you tucked snugly in his arms, kissing your hair lovingly for a long time afterwards, until you came to the realisation that you were in the middle of a mission and couldn’t afford to fall asleep together. 

Even if that was your desire in the moment. 

There was nothing more lovely than being tucked up at Satoru’s side. 

—

Your next few months weren’t unlike those that you’d spent at Satoru’s side in high school. Secret rendezvous and stolen kisses, pretending to hardly know each other in public whilst being all over each other in private. 

It was fortunate that you’d moved away from your family home once you’d entered adulthood, eager for a little bit of space and independence from your clan. It meant that you didn’t have to justify where you were going all the time, or figure out a place where you and Satoru could be together without prying eyes. 

For the most part, Satoru practically lived in your apartment, spending each night snuggled up with you in your bed, the two of you finding enjoyment in the most mundane things. It felt like a blessing to be able to spend time alone together doing anything, you didn’t need fancy meals or outings, all you really wanted was to be with him. 

In the time that you got to spend at his side, your cheeks were in constant pain from smiling so much, the world lit up with a bright array of colours only visible when he was with you. There was nothing in the world that you were more grateful for than waking up with him there beside you each morning, golden light illuminating his drool-laden face. 

The peace that the two of you had found lulled you both into a false sense of security, believing that it would be easier than you’d ever imagined to keep your union secret. This unintentional arrogance, the inability to see anything beyond how happy you both made each other, ultimately became your undoing. 

Satoru wasn’t a man without enemies, and as he approached twenty-five he’d already reached an insane level of notoriety among jujutsu society. He was hailed as the strongest sorcerer of your generation, and subsequently, had a major target painted on his back. There had been plenty of attempts on his life, from curse users and other sorcerers, including your family. 

For the most part, no such attempts meant anything to him. There wasn’t anyone alive who could compare to his skill. No one could touch him. 

It was just unfortunate that one day a particularly skilled assassin witnessed him entering your apartment. Elated that Satoru might have someone he was attached to, someone that they could hold hostage in exchange for certain conditions, the assassin and his partner took advantage of their knowledge and broke into your home one night.

Stealth was their specialty, and they’d grabbed you before Satoru could do anything, holding a knife to your throat. You were never in any mortal danger, not with your soulmate’s quick realisation of your stress, leaping to action immediately. 

The real issue arose from the light line that the man drew with his blade across your throat. 

Blood beaded up on your skin immediately at the shallow cut, a small whimper leaving your lips, and panic gripping your body at the sight of the mirrored mark manifesting on Satoru’s neck. You prayed your attacker wouldn’t see it, but it was wishful thinking. The assassin’s eyes gleamed at the sight, the realisation stark on their face. 

They were dead before they could act on it, blown apart by Satoru’s technique. 

You’d relaxed then, covered in the man’s blood as Satoru cradled you, his forehead resting against yours as he mumbled apologies. You were both too shaken to notice that the assassin hadn’t been alone, that he had an accomplice waiting outside your window, watching the whole scene unfold. 

He’d been ready to assist his friend, but it was a fool’s game as long as Satoru was awake and aware. Besides, what he’d learned from the scene was worth far more to him than making an attempt on your soulmate’s life. 

Because he knew something that would shake his employer’s whole world. 

It wasn’t unusual for you to visit your clan every now and then, and it was a pleasant afternoon in spring when you stopped by to have lunch with your parents, who had been pestering you about coming to visit for a while. 

There was something uncomfortable about seeing them knowing that you spent your nights tangled up with Satoru, but you did your best to separate your thoughts from the sin that you were committing in your family’s eyes. It was important that you acted normally with them - they were your flesh and blood after all, not everything had to revolve around the feud. 

Who you were dating shouldn’t be of importance. 

That afternoon in particular felt uniquely awkward. Conversation was stilted, and there was a tremble to your mother’s hand every time she passed you a plate. Your father’s questions seemed oddly formal and impersonal, and it struck you as strange that halfway through lunch, a handful of your extended family popped in to join. 

You brushed it off at first, assuming that perhaps your absence over the last few months had made things awkward, or that they maybe had some bad news to share that they were struggling to articulate. Perhaps someone had died or something and they didn’t want to say it outright for fear of upsetting you. 

There were a million explanations for a strange vibe. It wasn’t something to stress over. 

An explanation for the atmosphere only came at the very end of your lunch, once plates had been cleared and there was nothing to distract from addressing the matter that they’d invited you home to discuss. 

“Gojo Satoru.” Your father said out of the blue, catching you off guard. His face was sickly pale, sweat dripping down his brow, clearly agonising over what would come next. 

You tilted your head dumbly. “What about him?” 

“We tried to kill him a few weeks ago.” 

“Any success?” You immediately winced at your instinctive response - that was playing it a little too dumb. Because even if you weren’t seeing Satoru at your apartment each night, the whole of jujutsu society would be aware if he’d died - it would be the most prominent piece of gossip for months.  

“No. Of course not.” Your grandfather interjected, clearly disgruntled with the pace of the conversation. “We did uncover something rather interesting though.” 

He made a gesture in the direction of your mother, as if giving her the grounds to speak, and you sucked in an anxious breath. Your mother shot you a sympathetic look before rummaging in her bag and sliding an envelope across the table. Everyone’s eyes were on you, waiting for you to open it up. 

You didn’t know exactly what would be waiting for you inside, but you had a pretty good guess. 

With shaky hands, you opened up the envelope, trying not to react at the sight of an image taken from outside your bedroom window, peering into your ground-floor apartment. You and Satoru were locked in an embrace, the assassin that your soulmate had killed was dead on the floor beside you. 

Clearly visible in the image were the matching trails of blood that lined both yours and Satoru’s necks.

Your brain was already working as fast as it could, trying to come up with some explanation for this, some lie that would disarm your family. If you couldn’t come up with something believable, then the bliss that you’d found with Satoru would crumble, and that was the last thing you wanted. 

“You’re soulmates,” your grandfather stated matter-of-factly, after a long stretch of silence. 

“No,” you said on reflex, as if that would be enough to overturn the evidence laid out in front of you. “They’re photoshopped.” 

One of your uncles let out a laugh, earning him a strict glare from your grandfather, clearly unamused by your attempts to lie. “We’d hoped there was an explanation, so we had you followed for a few weeks. We have evidence of him entering your apartment on numerous occasions.” 

You bit down on your lip, thinking carefully for a moment before speaking once more. “Okay, so we are dating, but we’re not soulmates. I just didn’t want you guys to know because…you know…” 

“It would do you good to stop lying, sweetheart.” Your father’s voice was even, his brows drawn together in concern. “One of the assassins saw the whole thing. No one has seen him bleed in years, and yet there was blood on him, plain as day, after you were attacked.” 

Gulping, you glanced around the room, hoping to find someone who would take pity on your circumstance and help you escape the pit that you’d fallen into. You were met with only judgement and disappointment, turning over the idea in your head that you should make a run for it instead. 

The concept wasn’t all that appealing, because you were far from the strongest sorcerer in the room, and if they wanted to subdue you, they could do so with little effort. 

“How long have you known?” Your grandfather asked. 

Should you lie? You weren’t sure how much angrier they’d be if they were aware that you’d known since you were in high school and had refused to tell them. It was probably better if they assumed that you’d only found out recently. 

“Just for a few months.” 

“Sweetheart, tell the truth.” Your father seemed greatly exasperated. “We all know about the time he almost died thanks to that Zenin boy. It was an attack that lined up suspiciously well with your own injury.” 

Yaga had covered up the situation well at the time, claiming that you’d been sent out on a solo mission in which you’d received a non-fatal wound. He’d made sure to dismiss any association between your circumstances and what had happened to Satoru. But evidently with this latest information, your family had spent some time connecting the dots. 

“Have you been sneaking around since then?” Your mother asked. “Is that why you always refuse the marriage prospects we present to you?” 

“No. Only for the last few months.” This time it genuinely wasn’t a lie, and you hoped that they could understand that. 

The skepticism in your grandfather’s eyes said otherwise. 

“Do you understand what an embarrassment this is?” He asked. “A granddaughter of mine, choosing to lie with someone from that clan? It's disgusting. Thank god your union is yet to bring forth any offspring - what an abomination they’d be.”

You had to bite down on your tongue to avoid snapping back at him. Any children that you had with Satoru would likely be as lovely as their father, but your clan would hear nothing of the sort. Any attempt to point out that the feud was archaic and meaningless would do nothing but harm to you. 

It seemed like the silence that followed your grandfather’s statement was a prompt for you to apologise, but you’d do no such thing. To you, there was no embarrassment. Satoru had been nothing but good to you, and you wouldn’t forsake your love for him because of some external pressure. 

“Its not like she can help it,” your father said quietly. “Soulmates are a divine thing, she had no choice in loving him.” 

Your heart picked up ever so slightly, grateful for the smallest hint of a defence, only for your hopes to be thoroughly dashed at his following sentence. 

“Besides, remember what we discussed? The connection is a blessing in disguise.” 

Reeling back in your chair, you glanced nervously around the room once more, the implication of his statement hanging heavy. This had been what Yaga had warned you of all those years ago, but a part of you had always believed that your clan held too much affection for you to really act in the way he’d suggested. 

Perhaps you’d misjudged them. 

“Indeed.” Your grandfather’s voice boomed across the room. “You’ve had a lapse in judgement, but you can still do what’s right. This is an opportunity that we haven’t had in decades. We can finally gain a significant foothold of power over their clan.” 

“How?” You weren’t sure why you were asking, you knew what the answer was going to be. Perhaps it was that naive hope that there was some other, less lethal solution than the one that had immediately come to mind. 

Unfortunately, no such alternative was offered. 

“Though your sacrifice,” he said plainly. “Go peacefully into the afterlife and make this family proud after all the dishonor you’ve brought upon us. Become legend within our clan, for you’d be one of few to put a six-eyes to death.” 

There was no point in arguing, no point in wasting a single second more in this room. It wasn’t your own life that concerned you, but Satoru’s. You weren’t about to bow in the manner that they wanted.

You were on your feet in an instant, making a bolt for the door. You’d barely made it five steps before you were tackled by one of your cousins, a hard blow to the head knocking you out cold. 

In retrospect, you supposed they could’ve killed you right there and then. It would’ve been the quickest and easiest option, the most-straightforward way to assure that Satoru perished in the manner that they desired. For some reason, most likely due to a level of sentimentality, they locked you up in a room instead.

It was likely that your parents had something to do with that. You could picture them begging your grandfather not to put you down immediately, to ensure that there was some level of ceremony to go along with your sacrifice, an opportunity for them to properly say goodbye to you. 

They didn’t see it as fair or befitting for you to be killed on some random afternoon in a poxy little room following a mediocre lunch. Even if you were a disappointment to their clan, you deserved more than that. 

So it was decided. Two weeks from now, on the full moon, there would be a great feast and celebration amongst your clan. And once midnight struck, you would be beheaded for the sake of eliminating Gojo Satoru. It would be painless and respectable, the type of death that any proud clan member should be proud to experience if it was for the sake of their family. 

One that you dreaded. 

You spent two weeks chained up to a waterpipe in a poxy little room that your family seldom used, anxiety swirling in your chest as you thought about Satoru, wondering where he was, wishing above all else that there was a way that he could be saved from the fate that you were about to receive. 

Yaga was right, you would only bring tragedy upon both of you. 

If you were strong like Satoru you’d both be safe, you’d be free to live out life in whichever way you pleased. It was your weakness that was failing both of you. 

How unfair. 

The night of your execution came around, and you were dragged into the hall that your clan used for large events. Food was forced down your throat, despite the fact that the urge to vomit was growing within you with each passing second. Family members approached you, gushing about how what you were doing was just so great as if you had any choice in the matter. 

Meanwhile, it felt like your heart was splitting in two, desperately calling out for Satoru. You hadn’t told him where you were going the day you’d gone to have lunch with your family, in his mind you could be anywhere. There was no doubt in your mind that your clan had kept matters quiet, unwilling to alert Satoru of your location. 

Perhaps he might’ve gotten something of a clue by the blunt force trauma that you’d received when trying to escape. You could only assume that he’d been knocked out for a time too. Hopefully he’d been somewhere safe when that happened. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Your mother had come to sit next to you, pulling you from your thoughts. “I know this feels unfair, but it's best for everyone.” 

“Is it?” You asked. 

“It is. We need to rid the world of those devils. You know that.” 

You shook your head with a scoff, trying not to laugh in her face. 

“Satoru is kind. Did you know that? He’s just a man, and he’d never do anything to hurt this clan. The feud is meaningless to him.” 

“You just don’t get it, honey. You’re too young and lovestruck to realise what he is.” 

“And you’re too blinded by hatred.” You snapped back. There was no point in hiding behind a mask of politeness anymore. They were going to execute you whether you were kind or not, apparently that was your duty. 

“He could kill us all with no effort.” Your grandfather, who had been watching from a couple of seats away, interjected. “Do you understand what he's capable of? He might be enamoured enough with you to treat you with kindness, but that same offer will not extend to us. It never does with that family.” 

You kept your mouth shut after that. 

There was no merit to pointing out that most scuffles had been caused by your clan and not theirs, or the fact that the Gojo clan had been dwindling in numbers so significantly over the years that they didn’t pose a threat at all outside of Satoru - who couldn’t care less about the feud. 

Everyone was too caught up in their own old ways of thinking, and too convinced that you’d brought dishonor upon their household. There was no chance of changing anyone's mind, so why waste your breath? 

As the banquet drew to a close, and they led you out into the courtyard, the night sky alight with stars, you wondered if you were the first person in your clan to fall in love with a Gojo. Were there soulmates transcending the rift before the two of you? Did they face the same fate that you were about to meet? 

Somehow the thought offered you a certain amount of comfort as you were shoved down onto your knees atop a white sheet. It was there to make the clean up easier, you supposed. God forbid they stain the garden with your blood. 

You wondered what Satoru was doing. Was he out there desperately searching for you, aware that you had to be alive but fearful of how long it would stay that way? Was his fear born out of worry for you, or was he more terrified at the idea that his own life was in total peril and he had no control over it at all? 

Even if your death was inevitable, even if this was fate playing out in the way that it was supposed to, you wished that you could apologise to him. You loved him, loved being his soulmate, but if you could make one wish in that moment, it would be for that bond to sever. 

He deserved to live a long and happy life, one unhampered by your weakness and your clan's inane hatred of his very existence. 

He deserved better than the fate you were providing him. 

Your grandfather stood over you, drawing his sword from its scabbard with practiced precision. You weren’t surprised that he was the one taking on the task. As the oldest member of the family, he held the strongest views on upholding tradition and the duty that everyone should be displaying where family were involved. 

It was likely that he also just had the strongest stomach for something like this. Killing a member of the clan, traitor or otherwise, would weigh heavy on many others in your family. Your grandfather had always been good at doing the hard things in life. 

Whether he considered this one of them, you weren’t particularly sure. Perhaps he was overjoyed to put down such an immense disappointment. 

“Any last words?” He asked, staring down at you. You’d already bowed your head in anticipation. This was going to happen whether you liked it or not, any attempt to struggle would ultimately make the death more painful for you. 

Perhaps you should’ve stayed silent, given them nothing, but that didn’t feel quite right. If you had a moment to speak, then you’d at least give them something that might haunt their actions. 

“You shouldn’t hold hatred in your hearts. It has turned you ugly.” You kept your voice as even as possible, eyes fixed on the floor. 

“You know little of the world.” Your grandfather stated, unphased. “But we thank you for your sacrifice all the same.” 

Drawing in a steadying breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. Thoughts of Satoru flooded your mind, comforting visions of him at your side, holding you tight, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep in his arms. Perhaps there was life after death, and you would go there together. 

There might be a world better than this one, a place where you could be his with no barriers to your union. Even if you wished you could’ve had it in this life instead. 

A rush of air brushed against the nape of your neck as your grandfather swung his sword, your mind peacefully drifting off somewhere else, in total acceptance of your circumstances. 

But a second passed, and then another, and another. Your head was still firmly attached to your body. Experimentally, you cracked on eye open, finding yourself in the same position as before, knelt down on that white sheet. The difference this time was that it wasn’t your grandfather who was standing over you. 

Satoru’s face was splattered with blood, breathing heavily as he stared down at you, paying little mind to the old man crumpled on the floor beside you, his bones bent unnaturally and his sword shattered into pieces. 

“Satoru…” You breathed softly, eyes wide. You’d never seen him like this before, the look on his face completely serious. There was a flicker of soft affection in his eyes as he glanced over at you, but it was clear that he had no intention of breaking his facade as long as you weren’t safe from this situation. 

“Do you want me to kill them?” Satoru asked flatly, gaze sweeping over the remainder of your clan, most of whom looked terrified. You couldn’t really blame them, he was the strongest sorcerer out there, not a single one of them stood a chance against him.

Their only option would be to use you, and right now, Satoru was standing protectively in front of your shaking form. 

“I- I don’t know.” You stumbled over your words. 

Despite the attempt to execute you, there was a hesitance where it came to letting Satoru wreak havoc upon them. They were still your family, still the people who had raised you with so much care. All of this insanity was a result of years of conditioning to hate Satoru and everyone else like him. 

You genuinely believed that they didn’t know better. 

Did that mean they deserved to live though? None of them hesitated when it came to killing you. There was no guarantee, if you let them live, that they wouldn’t try something like this again in the future. 

Besides, Satoru had killed your grandfather already. You were sure that alone would stoke their flames of hatred even further. 

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his white hair, brows creasing as he seemed to give it some thought. Your family found their words first, with your father taking a shaky step forward and pointing an accusatory finger at your soulmate. “See, he comes in here and instantly kills one of us! Threatens to kill us all! This is why we need him dead!” 

Satoru rolled his eyes. “Really? You were about to kill my soulmate. What else did you want me to do? Let it happen?” 

He took a few steps towards the crowd, putting himself firmly between you and them. They flinched back in fear as he approached, but he seemed unbothered, moving until he was towering over your father. 

“I’d never have come here, I’d never have laid a hand on any of you. Until you tried to take her from me. I don’t care if you want to live some ugly, bitter life because of some distant feud, I don’t care if you want to send assassins after me. But you don’t lay a single hand on her - that, I won’t abide by.” Satoru’s tone was uncharacteristically cold, and it had you shivering despite not being the intended recipient. 

You could only imagine how your father must feel. 

“And we’re just supposed to believe you?” Your mother asked, her tone shrill. 

Satoru tilted his head to look at her, disbelief in his expression. “I don’t care about some dusty old feud, and you shouldn’t either.”

“I told you, mother.” You called out shakily. “Satoru isn’t interested in causing us harm.” 

“The words of a traitor mean little.” Your mother responded harshly. You took in a sharp breath, trying not to let the words wound you. You didn’t want to be seen as a traitor to your family, and had never considered yourself one. 

It was no crime to fall in love. 

Satoru laughed, earning a few confused glances from your family. “Forget it.” He turned back to you, eyes a little wild. “What do you wanna do, baby?” 

The insinuation hung in the air once more, and you turned it over in your mind for a few seconds before standing up on shaky feet. Seeing your grandfather on the floor was more than enough bloodshed for you. What was the point in massacring the rest of your family? It might feel good in the moment, but the guilt would haunt you forever. 

You’d be the bigger person. 

“Consider me an outcast.” You said, eyes flicking between your mother and father. “I no longer want anything to do with this clan. Come after either of us again, and I’ll send him here to do the very thing that you live in fear of.” 

A giddy grin made its way onto Satoru’s face, one that was sufficiently insane to get your message across. “I’ll do it, I’ll kill all of you. If you so much as touch her ever again.” 

There was no response to that, no bold quip from your father. They’d wanted Satoru dead because they knew that he was capable of that and more. Up to this point, they’d drawn none of his ire, they were free to live in peace. But now the threat was desperately real, the consequences of their actions finally catching up with them. 

Content with their compliance, Satoru approached you. He crouched down for a moment, hands tenderly brushing your face, studying you, as if checking for injury. It was almost an amusing exchange, and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from pointing out that if you were injured, he’d know about it already. 

But the action was tender and loving all the same, and you revelled in the feeling of his hands on you. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered softly, quiet enough for the words to remain between the two of you, safe from the prying ears of your family.

“Better now you’re here.” 

He smiled, letting out a deep breath. “Good. Let's get out of here.” 

Pulling his hands away from your face, he slid his arms beneath you and picked you up like you weighed nothing. He held you close to his chest, blue eyes surveying your family once more as he turned to face them. 

“You guys going to let me through, or are we going to have a problem?” 

There were a few awkward looks exchanged, before the crowd finally parted. They wouldn’t do anything to provoke him now, they knew better than that. Even if their hatred was burning stronger than ever in their hearts, vindicated by your soulmate's actions today, they understood that Satoru could slaughter all of them with little issue if he chose to. 

It just wasn’t worth it. 

“Thank you,” he said in a sing-song tone as he stepped past them. You buried your face into his chest, eager to avoid seeing the disappointed looks on the faces of your family. Despite his outwardly easy demeanor, you could feel Satoru’s heartbeat racing in his chest. You wondered if his anxiety was just as high as yours was. 

You almost couldn’t believe it when the two of you stepped out of the compound, swiftly making it to Satoru’s car which was parked down the road. He placed you gently into the passenger seat, strapping you in before speeding away as fast as he was willing to go on the country roads leading to your family home. 

His hand was resting on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly. It was if the contact was reassuring him that you were actually there, that you weren’t going to slip from his grasp as long as he was touching you. 

“I wanted to kill them.” He said, blue eyes fixed on the road. “I know you didn’t want me to, but…”

“It would haunt me,” you said honestly. “Besides, unless you were planning on killing all my baby cousins, the stupid feud and cycle of hatred would just continue. I don’t want any part of that.” 

He hummed. You weren’t sure what to make of it, weren’t clear whether he’d have wiped out your whole clan there and then, innocent or not. Not that there was any point lingering on it - he’d always put your desires first, had gone against his own wants to make sure that you were happy. 

“I think they’ll continue the feud anyway. I’m sure there’ll be no forgiveness for what I did to that old man.” He seemed unbothered by that fact, unsurprising considering that your family had been trying to kill him his whole life anyway. “I think we need to move you out of your apartment, I need a way of keeping you safe.” 

You nodded in agreement, even if your mind was racing with worries surrounding how you were supposed to do that. The cat was out of the bag, and Satoru couldn’t hover at your side for every second of every day. 

“We can move you to my estate.”

Recoiling, you shot him an incredulous look. “Are you joking?” 

“No?” 

“How would that be any different than where I just came from? I’m from the clan that you guys despise.” 

Satoru rolled his eyes. “Firstly, I’m literally the head of my clan so what I say goes. Secondly, I don’t have a big clan like you do, most of my family were old when I was a kid and now there’s hardly anyone left to uphold tradition. Thirdly, you don’t belong to your clan anymore in any capacity, you’re mine, so for all intents and purposes, let's just say you’re a Gojo.” 

You stared at him for a while as you tried to take all of that in. “I can’t just take your name.” 

“Then we’ll get married and it can be official.” He batted back your protest with a simple shrug of his shoulders, like proposing marriage was no big deal, something that the two of you would obviously do together. 

“Are- are you asking me to marry you?” 

“Baby, I would’ve married you at seventeen, the moment I found out we were soulmates.” 

You giggled incredulously. “That would’ve been poorly thought out.” 

“Would it?” He glanced over at you seriously. You watched the way his hands tightened on the steering wheel, pulling over to the side of the road and shutting off the engine so that he could give you his full attention. “You’re my soulmate, I know that I’ll never want anyone but you.” 

“O-oh.” You flushed a deep shade of red, caught off guard by the deep sincerity in his voice. After weeks of stress and anxiety, it felt strange to be treated with such tenderness. You could hardly believe that he was really here, back at your side once more. 

“I can get you a ring or something and do this properly, but what I’m trying to say is: it doesn’t matter if your own family has forsaken you, because you can be part of mine.”

Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, beating so fast that it risked outright escape, making an attempt to jump straight out of your throat. You’d loved Satoru since you were seven years old, even if you hadn’t known it then. Looking at him now, in all his beauty, you could hardly believe that he was yours. Even through all the tragedy, against all odds, you were here together. 

“I’d like that.” Your voice came out as a whisper, but Satoru heard it all the same. 

“I’m glad.” His breath was hot against your lips as he leant over the centre console, his nose brushing tenderly against yours for just a moment before rewarding you with a slow and passionate kiss, one that had your whole world spinning - not unlike the first time you’d done this many years ago. 

“I’m yours,” you asserted as he pulled away, lashes fluttering. 

He beamed, cerulean eyes filled with a deep affection. “You are. Now and forever.”

a/n: I've been focussing on this fic for agessss because writing gojo does not come naturally to me!! I promise I'll go back to what I know and give you more sukuna soon (I swear I will have a new sweet tooth chapter imminently)

thank you for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated as always <3

© sukunahs

[leftpoetrymoon]

Regrets.

Caleb xia.

This request was made by @sailorstar9

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It was your dream to be a pilot ever since you were a child.

Honestly you don't know when this obsession of yours started but it was thrilling and adventurous whenever you saw it on tv.

And then you enrolled in high school and spent most of your time in studies.

It was tiring when you were the person who hates studying but at one point we all buckle up ourselves and study even if we don't want to.

You came first and got into the best college to pursue your dream of becoming a pilot. Skyhaven.

You finally got accepted into Skyhaven academy just like you always wanted.

And that's where you met him. Caleb Xia. Charming, sweet basically he's the golden boy everyone wanted.

At first it was only a small glance.

"He's just another face y/n.. Focus on your goal!" Prepping yourself you started your college.

But our heart sometimes acts reckless even if it gets torn apart right? You didn't mean to actually.

You didn't plan on falling in love with him.

It started to get worse when he slowly entered your life.

At first it was a group project then slowly it started to bloom into something you don't want to accept.

"So y/n, you're coming to my house this weekend right?"

Yeah.

You agreed to go to his house for another project.

It was like no matter how much you try to avoid him, the universe just keeps shoving you back to him.

Or that's what you think...

So when you arrived at his house you didn't expect to see a girl opening the door. You'll be lying to yourself if you said she was not beautiful.

"Oh, hello! You're my brother's friend right!?"

You nearly winced at her loud voice but her greetings made you feel full of warmth.

Before you even open your mouth, she grabbed your hands and pulled you into the house.

"I'm MC, I'm sorry but I'm just too excited to see a girl who's my brother's friend."

God this girl was way too friendly. You cracked a smile at her enthusiasm and nodded your head.

"Yes, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you too MC!"

She started talking about her brother's behavior like how he always teases her and picks on her sometimes.

And suddenly you found yourself in front of his door.

"Alright, he's in there! I should go to school now. It's already late"

She started running downstairs before you even opened your mouth.

"Such an energetic girl..I really love to be friends with her though."

The door opened as Caleb's eyes widened upon seeing you.

Well he clearly didn't expect to see you standing outside silently.

"Oh! You're already here, come inside y/n."

You slowly entered the room as you enjoyed the moment because it's your first time coming into your crush's house!

"Here, sit on the bed. I'll come back in a minute."

With that Caleb walked out of the room leaving you all alone.

You sat on the bed and relaxed yourself as a sigh left your lips.

"This is the best day of my life...."

You never thought that would be the worst day of your life too. What started as a group project turned out into something that you'll regret on the upcoming days.

The sun started to settle down as you and Caleb quickly finished all your pending assignments. His shoulders started to slump down and lay down on the floor.

"Finally, this project was overwork, don't you agree y/n?"

Caleb turned his head towards you as you stayed silent. You were nervously fidgeting your hands but to him it looked like you were struggling to say something.

Which you do unfortunately.

"Caleb... I need to tell you something."

That tone in your voice caught his attention. He quickly sat up and held your hands comfortingly.

His hands rubbed your knuckles in a gentle way as he smiled at you. The smile which melts you like an ice cube every time.

'You can do this y/n! Come on, just say it so you won't have any regrets.'

Taking a deep breath you looked at his eyes to confess your love which is slowly consuming you from the inside.

"Caleb, I like you! It's not a crush— I've loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you...it was like love at first sight, I mean what I'm trying to say is I love you Caleb Xia."

Caleb's body went still as he heard your confession. You love him? No—

No this has to be a joke right??

Because there's no way in hell you actually love him right? No no stop looking at him with hope in your eyes!—

"Gege! Gege! Get up! Wait, why are you crying!?"

His eyes shot up as he saw MC looking down at him worriedly.

His hands touched his eyes as he found tears decorating his eyes.

"Gege, what happened?..." Mc looked at him as he sat up and shook his head telling her nothing happened. But MC wasn't buying that.

"Gege, did you dream about y/n again?"

That single question broke his facade completely but he didn't show it.

Not in front of her.

Because if he broke out he'll have to tell the truth.

And the truth would completely break the relationship between him and MC.

"Nothing, MC. Can you leave? I'll have to take a bathe...please."

MC nodded understandingly and exited his room.

After confirming that she was not there his eyes started to cry.

Not in the way it would soon stop.

These are the tears he earned after neglecting you and your feelings.

Clutching his chest he let out a broken whisper of what he lost that day.

At that moment blinded by his devotion to MC he lost what his heart yearned for.

He still remembers how your cries echoed as he rejected you and told you about MC.

And you on the other hand?

You suppressed your cries and nodded in an understanding way.

Never once you shouted at him or yelled at him.

Because you understood how much he loved MC.

And you accepted it.

And he hated himself for acting like that back then.

He still remembers the way how you slowly said goodbye to him and walked out of his room looking at you with eyes full of guilt.

He saw how MC looked at you worriedly and gave you a hug hoping that it would comfort you not knowing it was all because of her.

You accepted it and patted her head and walked out of his house forever.

It was your first and last time coming to his house.

Maybe if he had run out after you and begged on his knees would it have worked out?

Maybe it would.

But it was just a what if that would have happened in another universe.

Not in this one.

It never will be.

He slowly collected himself and started to get ready to see you after 2 years.

He put on his tuxedo and looked at the mirror.

His reflection smiled at him in a mocking way reminding him that the past will never come back to him ever again.

And Caleb? He ignored that and put on his brightest smile to see you again.

He can't ruin the chance to see you again.

To see you in that way that would never belong to him.

The avenue bustled with chattering as it entered.

Everyone was too busy managing the arrangements for the marriage.

Caleb walked forward until he reached the front row and sat on the seat.

His eyes looked at the man standing in front of the altar wearing his wedding suit strikingly.

Sylus Qin. Leader of the N109 zone and your fiance.

He knew that it was a political marriage between the richest heiress of Linkon and the N109 zone's leader.

One that would benefit both of the parties. Just a political marriage between you and Sylus.

He noticed Sylus was looking at him and shook his head in a daunting way which only worsened his anger.

It seems like Sylus knew he was and his past with fiance.

Caleb can't make a scene.

Can't oppose marriage when he has no rights.

He's just an outsider of this marriage.

Calen knew that the political marriage was just a facade.

Because he knows that Sylus truly loves you. All of you.

He's someone who deserved to stand beside you and held your hands in his forever.

Someone you can grow old with.

Someone you'll raise your children with.

It would never be Xia.

The avenue went silent as the bride appeared at the entrance.

Caleb took a deep breath and turned towards the entrance—

And there you are.

Covered in a pure white dress flowing behind you made you look like a goddess standing there.

The veil on your head along with the single hairpin adored you gracefully.

Clutching the bouquet you started to walk forward to him.

To Sylus.

You're soon to be a husband.

A bright smile came to your face as you sat your fiance smiling at you.

It was like throwing daggers to Caleb.

Each step you took towards the altar only brought pain to him.

His breath hitched as your eyes met his.

The world seemed to stop for a minute.

A smile.

You gave him a smile.

Not with regrets, or sadness.

A smile that meant 'thankyou'. Because of him you met your love.

And you will be forever grateful to Caleb.

Caleb returned your smile and nodded his head.

His heart clutched painfully as you went towards Sylus and held his hand tightly.

He remembers how you always grip his hand afraid that he'll let go of you.

Still remember how warm you were.

Not anymore.

The dress looked pretty on you. He never thought he would see you in this dress.

This is what heartbreak would feel right?

Caleb clapped loudly along with the guests as you and Sylus sealed the marriage with a kiss.

He never got to kiss those lips.

And he can't blame anyone but himself.

Caleb didn't stop to look at you after the marriage.

He scurried to the exit quickly.

If he saw you again only tears will be the only thing he can give you.

He took one last look at you and your husband and went out.

He can't help but imagine what it would be like if he was standing beside you instead of Sylus.

To hold your hands and call you Mrs. Xia.

To proudly brag about you in front of his friends.

If only he accepted your confession it would have happened.

He wouldn't have fallen into depression.

He would be happy holding your hand.

In any other universe it would have happened.

It did.

But in this universe it didn't.

Just not in this one.

[jujutsukinkadamy]

nerd!gojo who is bullied by you everyday in class, acts all flustered and stupid when you make him trip and fall deliberately.

nerd!gojo who secretly steals glances under your skirt while pretending to pick up his pen from the floor since you sit right beside his seat and then aggressively fucks his soapy hand thinking about how the outline of your cunt looked so good covered with pretty pink panties.

nerd!gojo who gets hard when you grab him by the collar and slam him against the lockers, degrading him by saying filthy words. He tries to hide the massive tent in his pants pathetically by his books but you laugh manically after finding out he gets off on all of the things you do to him.

nerd!gojo who cums the moment your palms smooth over his clothed cock in a teasing manner. And when you slide your hand inside his pants, his boxers are all wet and flooded with his thick cum and he's already a whimpering mess with his face flushed, hot and sweaty.

nerd!gojo who gets a taste of your pussy for the first time and goes batshit crazy after the first swipe of his tongue over your slick folds. you are practically sitting on his face as he devours your cunt like a man starved. he's so pussy drunk that he cums again just by eating you out making dumb, whimpering noises.

[viaaluvs]

JJK BF TEXTS

jjk guys thinking your breaking up with them!! oops!!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki

warnings: sexual themes, cussing, slight ooc?, MEGUMI AGED UP, YUJI AGED UP, INUMAKI AGED UP. I REPEAT NO MINORS!!

[vannvanvan]

THAT'S NOT ME

Where JJK men find out about their soft counterparts

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

Warnings: Cursing, the pictures are stretched again 💔