Bayverse!TMNT and the sacrifices for their human girlfriend
Leonardo:
If his girlfriend's life is on the line, Leo will completely shatter the ninja code of secrecy. He would march out into the middle of Times Square in broad daylight if that is what it took to save her, fully exposing the existence of mutants to the world without a second thought.
He would willingly disobey a direct order from Master Splinter. If Splinter told him that rescuing her was a tactical trap that endangered the brothers, Leo would hand over his twin katanas, step down as leader, and walk out of the lair alone. He would rather become a rogue ninja and lose his title than lose her.
Raphael:
Raph would drop his pride entirely. If an enemy had her cornered and the only way to save her was to surrender, the angriest, most aggressive brawler in New York would literally drop his sai and fall to his knees. He would beg. For Raph to look an enemy in the eye and say, "Take me, let her go," is the ultimate destruction of his tough-guy ego.
On the flip side, if an enemy hurt her, Raph would break the "honorable combat" rule. He wouldn't fight fair. He wouldn't care about the ninja code of discipline. He would unleash a level of sheer, unhinged brutality that would genuinely terrify his brothers, completely abandoning his self-control.
Donatello:
Donnie would completely abandon reason. If she was caught in a situation where she only had a 0.001% chance of survival, the logical move would be to retreat and regroup. Donnie would ignore the math. He would throw himself into an entirely suicidal mission, letting pure, irrational emotion override his intellect for the first time in his life.
To keep her safe from the Foot Clan or TCRI, Donnie would break every digital law on the planet. He would hack government databases, delete her existence from public records, drain the bank accounts of anyone who threatened her, and turn city infrastructure into a weapon. He would weaponize his genius in a way that crosses every ethical line he usually upholds.
Michelangelo:
If his girlfriend is threatened, the jokes die immediately. He would stop holding back. Mikey is arguably the most naturally gifted and agile of the brothers, but he uses his nunchucks playfully. For her, he would drop the flashy tricks and become a cold, ruthlessly efficient weapon.
Mikey would be willing to permanently lose his innocence. Master Splinter taught them to incapacitate, not destroy. But if someone put their hands on the woman who made Mikey feel like he belonged in the world, he would cross the line from vigilante to executioner, sacrificing his own sunny soul so she wouldn't have to get hurt.
request for either the mutant mayhem turtles or bayverse turtles: what do you think will get them shy? like very wholesome, fluffy, they keep stumbling type of shy?
TMNT Headcanons - Flustered
[why do one when i can do two? why do two when i can do three? 😏]
Mutant Mayhem
Leonardo
Just holding his hand will make him blush and stumble over his words like a blabbering idiot
Compliments. one good word about his leadership skills and he turns as red as a tomato
Donatello
Flirty texts. it could actually just be smth kinda tame like ‘i can’t wait to see you tmrw baby <33’ and he’d get super giddy, especially when he’s alone. he’ll probably screenshot your texts and keep them forever
Michelangelo
Matching his energy. if he’s excited about smth and you get just as excited as he is, he’ll literally fall in love all over again
Raphael
Hugs. or any type of physical touch. but hugs are definitely his achilles heel. one hug and suddenly he’s as calm as a cucumber
Bayverse
Raphael
If you’re soft with him, he melts. he’s so used to a harsh life under the surface but when he meets you, it’s like a breath of fresh air from above. he’s a monster and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him
Michelangelo
When you return his flirty advances. he could flirt until he’s blue in the face but the moment you flirt back? he melts
Being noticed. if you remember him liking a certain video game or his favorite topping on pizza, he gets all shy and embarrassed bc you remembered. you actually remembered
Donatello
Gifts. he’s usually the one who’s making stuff for other people so when it’s his turn? he’s a flustered mess
Using his full name but in a good way and especially when being complimented
Leonardo
Compliments. while he might not react to them when they’re originally given, he’ll be thinking about them for days or even weeks later
Rottmnt
Donatello
Being complimented for his inventions
Touching his soft shell. even just brushing your fingers against his shell will make him melt into your arms
Leonardo
He melts whenever you flirt back. he can be a relentless flirt sometimes but he gets all quiet and mushy whenever you kiss him on the cheek in public or return his advances
Michelangelo
Matching his energy. sunshine x sunshine moments that stay with him forever
Giving him a handmade gift. anything arts n crafty will literally make him tear up and keep it forever
Squishing his face and telling him how cute he is
Raphael
PDA, especially around his family. even just holding his hand will make him blush and shrink into his shell
When you kiss his scars, especially the ones around his eye
CWs: Illness/being sick with mentions of fever, chills, nausea, etc., medical themes, and comfort/caretaking. But mostly, fluff. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo approaches your illness like a tactical crisis. He is deeply, deeply concerned, but he channels that anxiety into being incredibly organized and authoritative.
He completely commandeers your recovery. He sets up a strict hydration and medication schedule on a whiteboard next to your bed. If you try to get up to use the bathroom, he is instantly there, hovering a hand near your waist just in case your knees buckle.
Being part reptile, he’s naturally drawn to warmth. When he sits next to you on the bed, your feverish heat makes him want to lean in close. But he forces himself to stay back because he doesn’t want to accidentally make you hotter.
His hands are steady and gentle as he wrings out a washcloth and lays it perfectly across your forehead. If you start shivering from chills and beg him to hold you, it breaks his heart. But he’ll compromise by letting you hold onto his wrist while he speaks to you in a soothing voice until you fall asleep.
RAPH
Raph has zero coping mechanisms for things he cannot physically fight. He can’t punch a virus, which makes him incredibly frustrated, restless, and deeply worried that his size and gruffness will make you feel worse.
He paces. A lot. The floorboards of the lair or your apartment groan under his weight as he stalks back and forth outside your bedroom door. He will yell at his brothers to “Shut the hell up, they’re tryin’ to sleep!” even if they are only whispering.
He feels clumsy and dangerous around you when you’re this fragile. When you’re delirious and sweaty, you might reach out for him. The first time he tries to press a cool hand to your cheek, he’s terrified his rough skin will make you feel worse.
Once he realizes that you actually want him there, he softens completely. If you’re freezing from chills, he’ll sit on the edge of the bed and carefully pull you against his chest. He’ll wrap his arms around you, murmuring gruff but well-meaning comforts into your hair like, “I gotcha. You’re fine. Just breathe, babe.”
DONNIE
Donnie handles his panic with data. The moment your temperature crosses 100°F, he goes into a full medical research spiral, treating your flu with the intensity of a level four biohazard outbreak.
Your room suddenly looks like a makeshift ICU. He sets up a digital monitor to track your heart rate, oxygen levels, and temperature. He’s constantly adjusting a humidifier and checking your vitals every twenty minutes.
He’ll accidentally overwhelm you with information because he’s trying to reassure himself. He’ll explain the exact cellular mechanics of a fever while you’re just laying there groaning. “Technically, your hypothalamus is elevating your thermoregulatory setpoint to create an inhospitable environment for the pathogen, which is actually a good sign, but—”
The second he sees a tear squeeze out of your eye, the scientist melts away and just leaves the man who loves you. He’ll immediately shut up and dim all the lights and screens. He’ll bring you electrolyte fluids, and he will sit by your side, gently stroking your hair, watching your vitals like a hawk so you don’t have to worry about a thing.
MIKEY
Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, so seeing you weak, pale, and shivering completely derails his usual high-energy self. He becomes incredibly sweet, quiet, and hyper-focused on making you comfortable.
He believes in the healing power of cozy comfort. He will raid the entire lair or your residence for the softest blankets, pillows, and plushies, building a literal nest around you on the bed or couch until you are practically buried.
He’s very tactile and usually has no concept of personal space. Having to keep his distance so you can rest is hard for him. He’ll sit on the floor next to your bed, just watching you with huge, sad, puppy-dog eyes.
He’ll make you homemade chicken noodle soup (Splinter’s recipe). He will literally spoon-feed it to you if you’re too weak to sit up. To distract you from the aches, he’ll softly queue up your favorite comfort movie or read you ridiculous internet threads in a hushed voice until you drift off.
I don’t think people realize how romantic Shadow can really be.
Dude canonically writes poetry in his spare time, he stargazes, relaxes in lavender fields, meticulously practices self care, and just how fiercely loyal and protective he is in general. Even in Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, he’s shown to be willing to dress up if the occasion calls for it, and even managed to get Amy a well-thought out gift (even if it was a bit last minute).
Sure, he’s not the most emotionally available, but imagine being the one to be able to break those walls. Imagine being on the receiving end of all this care.
I just think Shadow has the capacity to be super romantic and we don’t talk about that enough.
The juxtaposition of Shadow doing something incredibly violent in order to protect Y/N from something or someone attempting to harm them and then immediately turning around and in the gentlest way possible making sure that you’re okay and melting into your touch as you assure him that you are safe will never NOT throw me into a giddy haze and make me kick my legs like a school girl.
Imagine sleeping on Shadow’s chest as you usually do when all of a sudden he jerks away from you yelping and knocking you awake in the process. He starts apologizing profusely averting his eyes from you in your somewhat revealing pajamas as you begin to question him.
He’s not acting like himself at all…
He seems flustered, and a lot more… chatty than usual. Then he calls you something that makes you pause.
It was a nickname but one he didn’t give you. No, this nickname was not given to you by the ultimate life form but rather another blue hedgehog in your life.
Just as you had finished putting the pieces together “Sonic” broke into your room wearing the familiar scowl you were used to. Wordlessly he walks towards “Shadow” and decks him.
pre-relationship nerdjo texts. based on this req ! , some texts are bf nerdjo as well and one is between suguru and satoru;3 , pfp yinartss and goodgirlyume
content: the higher-ups think you're a weakness to the strongest sorcerer, taking matters in their own hands to make gojo reconsider being involved with someone.
wc: .9k
hes in the middle of a mission, far far away, when he feels it. your curse energy shift. spike.
even from miles away, at any time, hes automatically tuned into your curse energy, always watching, always checking to make sure you're ok.
this but this is wrong. this is bad.
hes not thinking about the cursed spirit trying to penetrate his infinity, his focus is solely on you now.
he rings you. once twice, straight to voicemail.
shit.
he looks the spirit dead on, spitting out coldly, "you're wasting my time."
before the blood splatter has even touched the ground, space and time shifts arounds him wildly, immediately teleporting to you with no hesitation.
"Y/N?!"
your shared apartment is an absolute state. chair thrown about, table flipped, you clearly put up a fight and it almost warms his heart before he notes you're not here.
its too quiet.
he still sees remnants of your cursed energy, and some unfamiliar ones.
hes been careful. hes laid talismans all around your apartment. which makes him think this isn't the work on a low life curse. its something different. but he already knew by the cursed energy.
the higher-ups.
hes never felt more rage in his life. his palms are dripping blood from how hard hes clenching his fists. everything around him starts reacting to his immense spike in energy. everything starts to float, lights are flickering, hell probably cause an outage if he doesnt take a deep breath.
"ill find you baby" he mutters to himself coldly.
the higher-ups had already felt the change in the air before he appeared. but their blood runs ice cold when they hear him practically growl at them, appearing from thin air.
"WHERE .THE FUCK. IS SHE!"
they all face where hes standing, frozen in fear to even say anything.
hes got a manic smile on his face, blindfold gone, blue eyes glowing,
"DON'T fucking waste my time. you're going to tell me where she is NOW, and I promise if she has even a scratch on her skin, you're all dead."
the air is so thin they practically have to heave in a breath to speak.
"now gojo, we spoke about relations being-"
"NOW. I swear to god you dont tell me where you have her I will kill you and find her myself, do not test me right now."
he starring all of them dead in the eyes, everyone too scared to speak.
their intentions weren't to harm you, just to take you away to convince the strongest sorcerer, that being in an intimate relationship is a weakness. and they can't afford the strongest to be weak.
he lets out a frustrated sigh, "fine."
arm outstretched, he picks a higher up, fingers pointing, and his curse technique starts to glow.
"gojo! there is no-"
a newer higher up steps forward, slightly younger than the rest, shaking, hopefully scared for his life.
"she's being held in a warehouse on the doc unharmed, please don't hurt us we only wanted to speak with you about relations and the- "
"SO YOU THINK KIDNAPPING MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND IS THE ROUTE TO GO?! you even think of touching her again, I will give you a worse fate than death. that is a promise."
and before he even finishes his sentence hes gone again. the air relaxes to its normal state, everyone breathing again.
he finds you shaking in the corner of a room, head tucked between your legs, not even realising his presence.
he takes notes of the talismans around the room, blocking your energy so he couldn't pinpoint you. fucking bastards.
he kneels down in front of you, trying not scare you, residual rage bleeding out as he scans for injuries.
“sweetheart…hey hey I’m here now”
you flinch back from the noise, before your brain catches up, realizing he came for you.
He’s here.
You lift your head up, “…toru?” you're still a little scattered for obvious reasons, but as soon as you focus on your favorite shade of blue, you surge forward, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by him.
"shh I know, im here now baby, I got you..."
even though you weren't physically hurt, you were mentally, which still makes him want to shed blood.
"im so sorry baby, gonna take you home now ok?"
you're still nosing his neck, sniffling as you let out a muffled ok.
he warps both of you back home to your bedroom, still not letting go of him as he situates you on the bed.
hes about to pull away, to get you water or anything when fear shoots through you, "no...no! don' leave toru please"
"hey hey, not leaving you I promise, just getting you water k?"
"no, don' need that, need you" your eyes are watering again, not wanting to part from him yet.
"ok baby, im here won't leave you, promise"
his arms come back around you as he shifts you on his lap, one hand pulling you're back towards him as his other pushes your head back towards his neck,
"shh its ok, won't let that ever happen ok."
"mhm"
you're practically fused to him with how tightly you're holding onto his uniform, trying to push even closer towards him.
you mutter something in his neck, which he has to lean back and look at you to hear, "what was that sweet girl?"
"you came for me. you're my knight" you shove your head back in his neck, breathing in his scent which brings immediate comfort.
"ill always come for you, you know that y/n. you're my entire world"
he just about catches you repeating the last phrase back to him in his neck, which he smiles, laying kisses wherever he can.
he'd burn the world, and anyone who got in his way for you.
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a/n: little quick drabble, love me some angry protective gojo :33
──── ❝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓’𝐒 (𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘) 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! . . . starring you falling asleep on facetime with 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 while he’s away. seems pretty harmless, right? :: gn!reader + implied to be a sorcerer as well :: fluff, crack :: cursing :: satoru changes reader’s clothes but it’s not sexual/suggestive :: yeah he’s a menace to the society LMAO :: wc, 1K ::
you hadn’t actually meant to fall asleep on call.
it just sorta. . happened. between prowling about your unfinished, raging reports and wishing for even one of the lords above to spare you a glance, you’d forgotten about basic human anatomy. or maybe one specific part. y’know? the one that says that a typical human brain needs sleep to function.
but of course, what were you if not a stuck up rebel walking around sluggishly with the word ‘insufferable’ plastered to your forehead?
and so, when the sleep had dared to tiptoe at the cracks of your caffeinated fingertips— you’d pressed satoru’s contact on your phone without a second thought. or no thought whatsoever, given how blank your mind seemed to be— totally ignoring the fact that he was in another city, taking care of a special grade curse.
and of course he’d picked it up on the first ring (seriously, though, how does this guy have such an obnoxious amount of free time?) all lazy grins and half opened eyes whilst he wriggled his eyebrows at you through the lens— a dirty concrete wall behind him.
oh.
you hadn’t even realised that you’d pressed the video call button rather than the voice one.
eeeeh, whatever. it’s not like the world would end if you facetimed.
(loud incorrect buzzer.)
the world did, in fact, end during that call. your world, that is. your sunshiney and rainbowey world— full of red strings that were free from any coils or cocoons whatsoever, unravelled at the seams the moment someone else’s digital gaze caught you lacking on camera.
and god forbid is that someone turns out to be your disaster of a boyfriend.
you were aaaall sleepy eyed and small voiced, barely keeping up with satoru’s ramblings about his day, the curse whose ass he was currently whooping, how much he loved you, the mochi he had on the way, one of the higher ups’ scandalously cheap yukata, how much he loved you, the weather of hokkaido, how much he loved you— you get the gist.
the tiredness had made your brain crawl through your leftover sanity, totally numbing out the oh so very concerning details— like the random flashes of blue and red emanating from satoru’s free hand whilst he talked about how simply boring it was without you. a distorted scream erupted from the other side of whatever place he was in— but he barely paid attention, and so did you.
satoru, because he didn’t really give a fuck about a curse disintegrating right infront of him. you, because you’d finally succumbed to your weary bones against the half done reports— cheek squished against the thin paper, eyes squeezed shut.
“anyway, sweetheart, think i’m gonna be back after a day or so since these old farts want me to check out kushiro as wel—” he’d paused, then, eyes narrowing behind his blindfold at the seemingly still image of you. “. . uh, baby? you there?”
no response.
except your sweet, sweet sleeping face— the lines around your eyes softened like liquid clouds, a hushed sort of tranquility lacing the edges of your skin, even through the static that seperated you two. you looked. . peaceful. unbearably so. satoru’s chest had done a weird little flip, and before he could help it— he tucks away the moment beneath his ribs before it could fade away into the digital nothingness.
you’d think the mortification would end right with the screenshot of you asleep that he’d made his homescreen wallpaper.
(loud incorrect buzzer.)
“. . sa—. . satoru?” you rub your eyes profusely, trying to make sense of whatever the hell is going on. the first thing you knew— that you’d been talking to satoru on call to keep yourself awake. and the next thing?
he’s standing right at the edge of your fucking bed.
not just standing. looming. like he can’t decide whether holding you would heal him or burn him. eyes wide in that thousand yard stare— except, that it’s focused onto just one destination in the distance— you. one hand gripping the phone by his sides in a phantom grip, the other holding a uniform.
your uniform.
your eyes trail towards yourself. somehow, just somehow— you’ve miraculously magical girlified yourself into one of his tshirts.
(or maybe it isn’t you.)
you narrow your eyes. “did you change me out of my uniform?”
he’s (not so) quick to perk up at the sound of your voice— blinking like he just snapped out of a daze. “oh,” a smile, that same damned smile again, “look who’s awake. my silly little overworked corporate employee.”
“satoru gojo.”
“pulling out the government name after i gave you such a sweet nickname?” satoru pouts, flopping down onto the bed to take your foot into his hands— thumbs absent mindedly working the tense muscles. “you’re no fair.”
“wha— nevermind,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, before heaving in a sigh that satoru relishes. “how did you even get in here?”
“i teleported,” he shrugs. too easily for your— or his own— liking.
“from sapporo?” your voice cracks the slightest bit— in disbelief or fondness, you can’t quite tell.
satoru looks at you like you’ve declared war over expired digimon cards. “you fell asleep,” he says, slowly, as if explaining things to a petulant child. “on call. on your desk. with no blanket. with your uniform on. and—” his voice drops to a conspirational whisper, “— with no satoru.”
(a pause.)
“you’re an idiot, y’know that?” you snort, not before letting out an oof! as he launches all six feet and three inches of himself at you— all muffled laughs and barely there kisses against your collarbone. you roll your eyes but relent— threading your hands through his snowy locks, and he eats up the offering like it’s his last meal.
“says the one who snored on facetime.”
“excuse me, i do not snore—”
“seriously, though,” satoru drawls against your skin, raising his head only for a moment to look at you straight in the eye with an equally insufferable glint, “if you wanted me to come home that badly, you could’ve just asked. no need to blackmail me by cuteness aggression.”
let’s just say, you make sure to never facetime satoru again.
──── ❝ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ’𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔？𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! . . . starring 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 taking (forceful) care of your headache :: gn!reader + implied sorcerer :: fluff, loads of banter :: also leetle hurt/comfort :: satoru uses girl once but it’s in the sassy girluhhh way, if you know what i mean LMAO ::
had a nice day? yeah, no, i can literally count those lines under your eyes, dingus. sit back down and listen to me waffle about satoru taking care of your headache.
perhaps, headache is a lighter word.
(this is war.)
an ever so steady hum goes on and on and on within your skull— resonating at the so empty yet so full corners of your mind— your right? your left? you can’t quite tell; the letters staining the dull report all fade into one mocking river, reminding you of your inability to flow. all you know is the doomsbell singing of your demise in overly loud tunes, letting the world know of your falling. a step back, a step infront— god, just where are you headed to?
“thaaat’s it,” you hear a voice hum just behind you, but it is a different kind of hum this time. this one holds your trembling hand in its own scorched one, instead of engraving it against the blistering soil of your forehead. “you’re getting put on timeout.”
“satoru,” your nose scrunches up, but satoru can be very dog eared when he wants to be— in fact, he’s got a phd at being a very inattentive husky high off anaesthesia. constantly ignoring your barely coherent grumbles and feeble attempts to push him away. his hand remain clasped into yours as he pulls you into his arms, the free one brushing ever so slightly against the crown of your head.
“get off.”
“no can do.” your head falls back against his shoulder with a groan— which is born partly out of the sheer exhaustion of keeping up with the missions, partly out of your annoyance towards your boyfriend with very unfortunately timed care, and partly out of the silence that’s beginning to settle amongst the catastrophic cacophony gnawing at your nerves.
(begrudgingly, yes, settling indeed.)
and so, you let your bones sink in a little deeper against satoru’s— half open eyes only partly registering that he’s still got his uniform on. the whirlpool on the button against the dark fabric seems to swallow you whole, but with the scent of mint and something satoru, you manage to glare right back at it with equal ferocity.
“oh, so now you don’t put up a fight,” you hear him huff against your cheekbone. “could’ve made my ambushing a lot more easier, ya know.”
“where’s the fun in that?” you murmur, and satoru rolls his eyes. look at you, still burning like a forgotten lamp amidst a thunderstorm with those slurred out retorts and sleepy eyes. the fire is what makes you feel alive, but that’s only because you don’t know the coolness of water against an open wound feels like. “anyway, the hell’s timeout supposed to mean? you make me sound like some toddler caught watching jeff the killer.”
“timeout is right here,” satoru’s nose nudges against your temple, and you suck in a breath as his arms tighten around you by just a fraction. “i don’t trust a cage made out of any material other than satoru gojo, thank you.”
you wriggle your eyebrows. “even if it’s less reactive towards a kikufuku bait?”
“girl, please. i’m not as much of a depraved diabetic as you make out me to be.”
“the dentist’s appointment said otherwiii—”
“that was a weekly checkup,” he dismisses your jabs with a mere flick of his wrist, “and quit all this prattle, please, you’re going to wear yourself out before that migraine does.” your scandalized gasp is muffled by satoru’s lips landing on yours for merely a second— bastard, he knows how quick that shuts you up— “besides, babe, it’s kind of my job to have the loud head syndrome, alright?” something soft covers your eyes, and you realise that it’s his blindfold. “so you’re kind of doing overtime at the wrong desk.”
goodness.
you can feel his smile pierce through you at the back of your head. catastrophic dimples glimmering, at the go to charm your deathday with an ounce of insufferable fondness to their name.
you swallow, lashes fluttering against the soft fabric. your heart squeezes painfully in your chest.
(and perhaps— a bit of it in his.)
“go on,” satoru says, his blunt edges softening to something that becomes one with the silence in your head. “go to sleep.”
your hand wraps around his finger on instinct, like a frayed red string begging for reassurance even though a piece of him wraps itself so close ’round your gaze. “will you be here when i wake up?”
a chuckle leaves the back of his throat, guising the way his chest burns with something too tender to name.
“i’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispers, “and i’ll be here long after you do.”
the tv screen shines brightly as you and nerd!toru, sit on the ground watching The Notebook.
ever since the start of uni, you and satoru have been inseparable. of course, you love taking all the credit for your friendship by saying you kept bothering him until he finally cracked and agreed to be your best friend.
and now, almost 2 and a half years later, you’re doing your weekly movie night at your dorm fighting over popcorn and debating over the movie.
“i don’t get it. if it’s been what, 7 years? how come she’s still not over noah?” he asks midway.
you laugh, almost choking on the popcorn you’re eating. “well duh. he’s her first love, of course it’d be special.”
“have you been in love?”
your heart thumps at the question. even worse, you looked up to meet his eyes and your eyebrows furrow at how beautiful they sparkle.
god. he has bewitched you, body and soul.
“no,” you’ve never say abruptly. “i… i haven’t.”
if you weren’t too enamoured by him, you wouldn’t have missed the way his lips slightly frowned and his eyes looked down like a sad puppy.
“oh,” gojo says. “me neither, haha.” he uncomfortably sits up straight and tries to focus his eyes on the tv.
but he couldn’t.
while you cleared your throat and went back to watching the movie, gojo turns his head to look at you.
“actually i… i have.” he says.
“hm?”
“i have— i mean, i am in love.”
oh.
you flutter your lashes up at him, heart torn into pieces at who he might be talking about.
despite that, you still smile and playfully punch his shoulder. “yeah? who’s the lucky girl?”
he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again.
a/n: hi hi !! its my first time writing for gojo in i think like a year ish ? so im a bit rusty on his character i hope this isnt toooo ooc !! please let me know what u guys think :3 i will try and write more for him :D
satoru gojo doesn’t hate many things in life, his list is quite short. but at the very top of his list? he fucking abhors the fact that you don’t live with him.
he frowns when you kiss him goodbye at the end of every date, pouts when you pack your clothes the morning after sleeping over and whines when you tell him his least favorite five words.
“i have to go home.”
“sweets this is your home,” he frowns, his fingers still intertwined with yours as he pulls you closer to him, placing a soft kiss to your cheek. you can’t help but smile at his words.
“satoru,” you sigh out, he huffs at your tone, placing a sloppier kiss to your jawline before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“can’t you just move in already? how many more times do i have to ask?” his words are muffled against your skin, his snowy hair tickles your neck as he places another gentle kiss on you.
“for starters you’ve asked me once,” you state, satoru grumbles at your words, “and plus i don’t wanna seem like a leech.” satoru immediately strands up straighter as your words, mouth slightly open in shock and brows furrowed.
“sweetheart.” his voice is deeper than you’re used to, gaze more intense than you ever remember it being. you swallow harshly, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on his gleaming blue ones.
“you realize everything I have is yours? i don’t care about anything if it’s not for you.” your eyes lower to his chest, he’s quick to put his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“i bought this house because you liked it. i decorated with that art piece because you said it would look good. we went shopping for bedsheets together. you bought me houseplants!” you try and protest he cuts you off with an ‘ah!’
“you have access to my bank account and have my black card. i want you to rely on me, i want you to have what’s mine. you could never be a leech, because I’ve already given you all that’s mine.” he smiles down at you for a moment, dimples adorning his cheeks as he thinks for a moment, “well almost everything.”
you furrow your brows, “what else is there to give?” you almost regret the question as soon as you ask it, a small giggle leaves satoru’s lips before speaks again.
“just my last name, but i already have that planned out,” he says simply, as if it was just another item to be added to a grocery list.
you don’t say anything, eyes widening as you realize his implications. your hands fly to your mouth in shock, “satoru!” your heart beats erratically in your chest, he was going to propose?
“I meant it when i said you’re the only one for me, sweetheart,” he places sloppy wet kisses to your face, finally slotting his lips against yours. you reciprocate quickly, melting into his touch.
“so? will you move in with me?” he mumbles the question against your lips. you smile, pressing a soft peck to his lips before pulling away and looking at his hopeful expression.
“‘course i will angel boy,” you smile, heart fluttering at the way his eyes sparkle at your words. his arms curl around you tighter, laughing in excitement as he pulls you on top of him.
satoru moved everything of yours into the house the next day. he had added your name on the lease of the house when he first bought it.
satoru never realized how possessive he is. and he doesn’t care that much either.
but you do.
it’s embarrassing enough for satoru to try and make out with you in public—but it was humiliating when shoko pointed out the hickeys on your neck while hanging out.
you’re fuming by the time you come home. satoru’s sprawled out on the couch like a lazy cat, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.
he sits up immediately when he hears you come in, staring at you excitedly. if he had a tail it’d surely be wagging.
“satoru,” you practically growl at him, glaring at him from the door. he instantly goes tense.
he looks at you reassuringly as you stomp towards him. “heyy sweets,” he says softly. did you have fun with-“
“no, i didn’t have fun.” you interrupt him, now standing in front of the couch. he pouts up at you.
“what happened?”
“you happened!” you point an accusatory finger at him.
“hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” he bemoans.
you move the collar of your shirt, exposing the numerous amount of fresh hickeys satoru had placed there.
his eyebrows raise before a slow smile curves his lips. he doesn’t seem apologetic at all.
if anything, he feels proud of himself. which only makes you more angry.
“are you seriously smiling right now?” you narrow your eyes at him. he stands, tilting your chin upwards to get a better look at his work.
“what? i did a good job, didn’t i?” he grins at you. you scowl at him.
“that’s not funny, satoru. i was so embarrassed when shoko pointed it out.” you frown. satoru pouts at you, his hand moving to the side of your face.
“i thought you liked when i did that!” he whines.
“i do. but there’s too many!”
“i dunno, i think i could add some more.” he murmurs as if thinking about something. you stare at him anxiously.
his other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his smile grows as he gazes down at you.
your stomach flips.
“so? there’s still some empty spaces.” he tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
you feel your heart skip a beat. you hate the way you’re so easily persuaded by him just because of how beautiful he is.
and he knows it too, that’s exactly why he does it.
it’s unfair.
you look away, chewing the inside of your cheek. “fine.” his face lights up. “but you’re helping me cover them up.”
he chuckles. “of course i will, toots.”
but something about the way he’s smiling at you makes you think he won’t keep that promise.
husband!satoru gets a little too possessive of you on your beach vacation. . .
the beach had been your idea.
you wanted a relaxing day together— sunshine, fresh air, finally swimming in the cold ocean water. somehow, though, the moment you’d stepped out of the changing room wearing your bikini, the entire plan had fallen apart.
or rather, satoru had.
you barely make it to your spot on the sand you’ve been eyeing before he plants himself directly in front of your beach chair.
at first, you think nothing of it. he’s always clingy, always finding excuses to stay close. but after several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved, you start narrowing your eyes.
“what are you doing?” you ask.
“hm?”
“why are you standing there?”
he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “just hanging out.”
“well, hang out without blocking my view!”
“don’t wanna.”
you look at him expectantly, thinking he’ll finally move, but he just smiles innocently behind his sunglasses.
seems that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
every time you try adjusting your chair, he somehow adjusts his positioning too. every time you glance toward the water, his massive frame ends up between you and the rest of the beach.
it turns ridiculous enough that you finally sit up and cross your arms.
“okay. what’s wrong with you?”
“nothing’s wrong.”
“satoru.”
he lets out a dramatic sigh before lowering himself onto the edge of your beach chair. his arm immediately wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against his side.
“you look too good.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what..?”
“you heard me.”
his jaw tightens slightly as his gaze drifts away, and toward the crowded shoreline. there are people everywhere, couples, groups of friends. just doing completely normal beach activity.
satoru, however, looks threatened by all of it.
“i was excited to bring you here,” he admits. “thought it’d be nice.”
“and?”
“and then you walked out wearing that.”
you let out a laugh. “it’s just a bikini..?
“i know.”
“that’s what most women wear at beach, no?”
“mhm,” he pouts, and his expression remains the same.
normally, satoru loves showing you off. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder in public, kiss your cheek randomly, introduce you as his wife every chance he gets. he’s never been subtle about how proud he is to have you.
apparently, though, this situation has created some kind of internal conflict.
because on one hand, he clearly wants everyone to know just how pretty his wife is. on the other hand, he seems seconds away from carrying you back inside the hotel and locking every door.
“you’re jealous of.. strangers?”
“’m not jealous.”
his arm tightens around your waist as another group of people walks by. none of them are paying attention to either of you, but satoru tracks them anyway before immediately shifting closer.
you can practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.
“you know,” you say, smiling, “if you’re that bothered, maybe you stop staring.”
he looks at you like you’ve said something absurd.
“how am i supposed to stop staring?”
he reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“seriously…” his voice softens. “i can’t.”
the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, the distant chatter around you— it all fades into the background beneath the way he’s looking at you.
like you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
then his gaze flickers past you again, and his eyes narrow. “that guy looked over here.”
“toru!” you groan immediately. “you don’t even know if he was looking at me.”
before you can argue further, he stands up, grabs the beach umbrella beside your chair, and drags it several feet across the sand.
directly in front of you, and blocking your view of half the beach.
your mouth falls open. “okay. enough!”
“what?” he says innocently.
“move it.”
“nuh-uh.”
he squeezes back onto your chair, completely satisfied with himself as he throws an arm around your shoulders.
“now nobody can look.”
“seriously..?”
“as serious as can be,” he says, pulling you closer, then moving you onto his lap, “i feel way better.”
you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your giggles, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips against the top of your head.
after all, he still got exactly what he wants.
a beautiful beach, a sunny day..
and his wife all to himself.
wrote this after getting home from my beach trip >:) ugh i miss it already what is this unbearable heat rn..
satoru's reaction when you dont say 'i love you' back
cw: fluff, suggestive content, established relationship, satoru’s an idiot in love, readers a bit mean to him lol
⋆˚࿔ not proofread
satoru had always been one to constantly remind you of his love. he started his days by telling you those three words and ended them the same way.
he never meant it in a careless, habital way, no, it always came from his heart. and whenever you replied with the same words, he could tell you meant it too. so whenever you'd say it, he'd get this big, lovesick smile on his face.
so you decided to toy with him.
you're currently getting ready to go out with your friends. you slip on your shoes as satoru sulks while standing behind you.
“as much as i hate that you’re leaving me—i still hope you have a good time.” he crosses his arms. satoru hated whenever you went somewhere without him. it meant he bad to survive without you—which is something he could not do.
you turn around and give him a warm smile.
“thank you, that’s very nice.” you reply and walk up to him.
“considering the fact what you’re doing to me is cruel, i am being very nice.” he pouts. you chuckle and cup his face in your hands.
he melts instantly, his upset demeanor beginning to crack.
“i’ll be out for two hours at best. you can survive, right?”
“barely.” he rebuts but grins softly. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you against his chest.
he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. maybe if he reminds you how good he takes care of you—you’ll stay home.
he bites your lower lip and slithers his tonfue inside your mouth when you let out a soft whimper.
you pull away instantly and flash him a knowing glare. “i’m leaving now.”
his childish pout returns. he huffs. “fine. i love you.” you begin walking to the door.
“i know.” is all you reply with as you open the door. he freezes.
those aren’t three words. those aren’t the words that make his heart beat faster. he feels nothing—only a punch to his gut.
his eye twitches just as you shut the door behind yourself.
he stands in the doorway, mouth agape like an idiot. a million scenarios run through his mind.
did she mean to do that?
is she playing a prank on me?
what was that?
…does she not love me anymore?
he moves without realizing and swings the door open. he chases your departing figure before you can even open the car door.
you hear loud, frantic footsteps behind you and turn around. satoru’s large body is directly behind you and you yelp.
he stares down at you with his eyes wide. “you forgot something.” is all he says—his voice wobbly.
you fight the urge to smile, your back pressed against the car. “what?”
“you didn’t say i love you.”
you look away and frown, pretending to think. “i thought i did.”
“you didn’t.”
“i’m going to be late, satoru, i need to go—”
“you can’t leave without saying it.” he whines. he bats his puppy-dog eyes at you. “it’s a rule.”
this time you do crack a grin at him. “is it?” he nods vigorously. you chuckle at him. you lean in, your lip brushing the shell of his ear.
“i love you satoru.” you murmur. he doesn’t bother fighting the shiver that rolls down his spine or the dopey smile that takes over his face.
you pull away and smile at him knowingly. “better?”
all he can do is nod. you turn away and open the car door. “i’ll be back soon.”
his heart-shaped eyes trail you. “okay.” is all he manages to return. you close the car door and turn the car on. you begin backing out rhe drivway, all while satoru continues to stare at your stunning face through the window shield.
he loves you. with his entire being. and if you didn’t love him back, he might actually have a heart attack.
even if you are a bit mean to him. if anything, he feels his love for you begin to grow.
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