i’m not sure because i mostly write for satoru gojo, but i feel like there’s a stark difference in engagement in stories with him vs other jjk characters and im not sure if it’s because of the audience i’ve attracted who favor him like me or if it’s just his popularity in general
currently thinking about siri!satoru who gets all needy and clingy when he knows you're using another virtual assistant to help you. he knows he's better, and he has a foolproof way to test that out. . . coming to life, of course!
ᘛᰍ𝅄 how 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 and 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 act with a crybaby girlfriend ♡
ᘛ ꒰ satoru gojo and satoshi gojo (separate) x crybaby reader | university au | fluff, crack-ish, 3.2k wc. no real warning, this is pure fluff. art by @/ge2lovu dividers by @uzmacchiato and @pixopix ྀིა
nerdjo and his crybaby girlfriend ♡
You've cried in front of Gojo Satoru exactly eleven times. He keeps count. He'll actually say it out loud, mid-argument, like it's evidence in a trial only he's allowed to preside over — "this makes eleven, for the record" — and somehow that's worse than if he'd just let you have the moment.
Right now is going to be twelve.
"I'm not — I'm not upset," you say, even though your voice cracks on the second word and gives you away completely. "I just think it's a little insane that you got a 98 on a test you didn't study for and you're acting like it's a personal failing."
"It is a personal failing." Satoru doesn't even look up from where he's re-deriving the two points he lost, pen tapping an impatient little rhythm against the desk. His glasses have slid halfway down his nose and he hasn't bothered to push them up, which somehow makes him look more insufferable, not less. "Two points, angel. Two. I know exactly which step I skipped and it's going to bother me until I die."
"You're going to make me die. Of secondhand humiliation. For you."
"Cute of you to worry about my reputation. I don't need the help." He finally glances over, and whatever he sees on your face makes the corner of his mouth twitch — not soft, not yet, more like satisfaction confirming an already-known result. "Oh, don't do that."
"Do what."
"The eyes. You're doing the thing." He sets the pen down with theatrical patience, like you're a mildly interesting variable he's chosen to solve for. "I have never in my life met someone who cries this easily over homework arguments. It's actually kind of a design flaw."
"I'm not crying—" you are, a little, the stupid prickling kind that happens when you're more frustrated than sad and your body doesn't know the difference. You swipe at it fast, annoyed at yourself. "I hate that you keep count."
"I keep count of everything. I have a 4.0 to maintain and apparently also a girlfriend who tears up if I use the word 'technically' in the wrong tone." He says it like a scientist reading off a data point, entirely too pleased with himself, and pushes his chair back to close the distance instead of just talking across the room like a person with object permanence issues. "C'mere."
"No. I'm mad at you."
"You're mad at the concept of me being annoying about a 98, sure. Doesn't mean you don't want a hug." He crouches down in front of your chair anyway, forearms braced on either armrest, effectively caging you in with the sheer, obnoxious confidence of someone who has never once considered that he might be told no and meant it. Up close his eyes are very blue and very smug and it is deeply unfair that you find both of those things attractive. "I'm right, aren't I."
"You're always right, that's your whole thing, it's exhausting."
"It is my whole thing." He reaches up, thumbs the wet line off your cheekbone with a gentleness that doesn't match a single other thing about his personality, and you hate — genuinely, chemically hate — how much that one small contradiction gets you every time. "You cry if I win an argument. You cried when I got us upgraded seats on that flight because the gate agent 'didn't even make me use my full charm.' You cried during that documentary about deep sea fish."
"The fish thing was valid, they live their whole lives in the dark—"
"It was a fish, baby." But he's smiling now, the real one, not the one he performs for the rest of the lecture hall. "Twelve times. You're an easy crier and I'm an insufferable genius and somehow this is the healthiest relationship either of us has ever had."
"That says more about your standards than mine."
"Everything says more about my standards, I have excellent standards, that's how I ended up with you." He kisses your forehead before you can figure out if that was a compliment or an insult, and honestly you've stopped trying to sort those into separate categories where Satoru's concerned; with him they're usually the same thing wearing a different shirt. "You want to know the actual two points I lost? I'll walk you through it. It's genuinely fascinating."
"I do not want a lecture on your test right now."
"You're getting one anyway, you're already crying, might as well cry about integration by parts instead of my ego." He's already standing, already pulling his notebook back toward you both, already narrating before you've agreed to a single word of it — and the worst, most damning part is that you let him, elbow propped against his shoulder, watching him get worked up over a problem he answered correctly, because apparently this is just what loving Gojo Satoru looks like: getting talked at by someone who is never once unsure of himself, and somehow finding it the most steadying thing in your entire week.
"You skipped a substitution step," you point out eventually, squinting at his margin notes. "Right there."
He goes quiet for exactly one second. "...I'm aware."
"You just wanted me to find it myself so you could feel smug about explaining it."
"I contain multitudes." He flips the page like that settles it, entirely unbothered, entirely certain that being caught changes nothing about how correct he is in every category that matters. "Anyway. Thirteen's coming. I can feel it. I'm going to say something devastatingly accurate about your parking technique later and you're going to cry about that too."
"I hate you."
"You really don't," he says, and reaches for your hand without even looking, like it's a formality, like of course it's there — and of course it is.
fratjo and his crybaby girlfriend ♡
The music is still going somewhere downstairs, bass thudding up through the floorboards like a heartbeat that belongs to someone else's house, but up here in Satoshi's room it's just you, him, and the fact that he has not said a single coherent sentence in four minutes.
"You can breathe, you know," you say, sitting cross-legged on his bed while he stands by the door he's just shut, hand still on the knob like he's reconsidering the whole plan. "It's just me."
"I know it's just you." He says it too fast, which is how you know it isn't true — not the just you part, the I know part. Satoshi Gojo, who twenty minutes ago was standing on the kitchen counter doing a keg-stand countdown for a room of forty people, who has thrown three separate house parties this semester and gotten banned from a bar for "excessive charisma" (his words, and somehow the manager's too), currently cannot make eye contact with his own girlfriend in his own bedroom.
"You were fine downstairs," you point out, not unkindly. "You climbed on the counter."
"That's different, that's — everyone down there wants the loud version. That's easy. That's a bit." He finally crosses the room, sits on the very edge of the mattress like he hasn't fully decided he's allowed to, and rubs the back of his neck. "Up here it's just you looking at me and I don't have a — a bit for that. I don't know what to do with my hands."
"You could hold mine."
He looks at your outstretched hand like it might be a trick question, then takes it anyway, and something in his shoulders drops half an inch. "Sorry. You're not — you didn't do anything, I promise, I'm just—"
"Weird when it's quiet. I know." You've had this conversation with him before, in fragments, usually at two in the morning after everyone else has gone home and the house finally goes still enough that the real Satoshi surfaces — soft-spoken, oddly formal, apologizing for things that don't need apologies. It took you a while to understand that the party version of him is the performance and this is the actual boy underneath it, and once you did, you never wanted the performance again. "It's okay. I like this version better anyway."
"You say that, but—" he stops himself, jaw working, and you watch him decide whether to finish the thought.
"But what?"
"But then you cry, and I don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry, and downstairs I can fix things with, like, a shot and a dumb joke, and up here I just kind of freeze and make it worse." He says it all in a rush, like it's been sitting in him for a while. "You cried on Tuesday because I forgot to text you when I got home and I still don't fully know what to do with that information."
"I cried because I was worried, not because I was mad at you."
"I know that now. In the moment I just saw you crying and my brain went completely white." He laughs, short and a little helpless. "I can talk a stranger into buying a hundred dollars of tequila for a party they weren't even invited to. I cannot handle you getting teary over a missed text. It's genuinely humbling."
"You're doing fine right now."
"I'm doing fine right now because you're not actually upset right now." He squeezes your hand like he's grounding himself with it. "The second the crying starts I turn into a golden retriever that's been left in a thunderstorm. Satoru would probably have some smug little speech ready. I just panic and offer you snacks."
"Satoru counts every time I cry like it's a scoreboard, it's honestly worse."
"See, that's so him. He'd rather be right than useful." Satoshi finally cracks a real smile, the one that doesn't show up much outside this room, easy and a little crooked and entirely unguarded. "I'd rather just — I don't know. Sit here. Hold your hand until it passes. I'm not gonna have some genius thing to say about it."
"You don't need a genius thing to say. You could just say that."
"...Yeah?" He looks almost surprised, like it's news to him that showing up quietly counts for something. "Okay. Noted. For future crying. Just — sit and hold hands, no snacks required unless requested."
"Snacks are always welcome, for the record."
"Right, duly noted, I'll workshop a snack protocol." The noise downstairs swells for a second — someone's turned the bass up, someone's shouting his name from the stairwell, Toshi, bro, get down here — and he glances toward the door like a switch is about to flip back on, the loud version gearing up to clock back in. But he doesn't move yet. He stays sitting on the edge of his bed, thumb tracing slow over your knuckles, in absolutely no hurry to go be a menace to forty strangers when he could just stay here a little longer, quiet, uncertain, entirely yours.
"You don't have to go back down," you say.
"I know." He says it like it surprises him too. "I kind of don't want to."
Downstairs, someone starts chanting his name. Up here, he doesn't let go of your hand.
Captive of the Fae Princes (JJK fantasy AU, Gojo x Reader x Geto)
18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | other JJK things
Summary: You've woken up in the Fae realm...with Prince Gojo staring down at you. He thinks it would be funny to surprise Prince Geto with you instead of killing you outright. You aren't so sure.
Thank you to @succubussdreams for beta'ing this for me <3
Thank you to @orioncipher for further Fae Gojo thots
“Ooh, what do we have here?” a voice chirped as a pointed shoe pushed into your ribs. You groaned in response, clenching your eyes shut. You’d never had a headache like this before. It felt like the hangover from your 18th birthday had a child with a horrible sinus infection and now you were eternally babysitting in hell. Despite how bad you felt, the person above you didn’t seem to care. The shoe prodded at your side again, causing you to roll over and face up. The bright sunlight hit your face, making you cover your eyes with your arm.
Wait, bright sunlight?
You cracked open your eyes, sure you’d see the same dismal looking area you were in the night before. It had been the first pleasant night of the year, and you’d been enjoying kicking it with your friends. Yuji had dared you to enter the old stone circle set way back in the gross ass woods, but looking around, it seemed like you were now in a lush forest. This was nothing like the sparse, thin, ugly treed area you had been in the night before.
The weather was cool and pleasant, and if you had to guess, it was about midday. Trees swayed gently with the breeze, birds chirped overhead, and the sun shone down in stippled streams through the emerald leaves. It was a beautiful scene, but you couldn’t remember a forest like this anywhere near where you had been the previous night.
“Oh my, a human? In my realm? How interesting,” the cool voice drawled at you, suddenly closer. The way he said interesting made you think of the way a child might look at a bug they were about to burn with a magnifying glass. But wait…a human? What did that mean? Wasn’t everyone human? You cracked open your eyes to see a strange man looming over you with a wide smile stretched over his sharp teeth.
You jolted back from him, unsure where you were or who he was. Your sudden movement had you grabbing your forehead in pain. Which in turn had you grabbing your shoulder in pain. Somehow you’d acquired a killer headache (and maybe a broken clavicle) by getting to…wherever you were. Had this person caused it? You struggled to sit up, your back now against the rough bark of the tree behind you.
But beyond your aches and pains, what really caught your attention was the man himself. He was far more beautiful than any other person you’d ever seen. His brilliantly white hair nearly sparkled in the sun, under which his eyes were hidden behind black cloth. His alabaster skin was completely unblemished, like a perfect marble statute. His clothes were basic – he wore a white frilly long sleeve shirt with a black vest and black pants – but exceedingly well tailored, like they were bespoke. Cluing you in to the fact that he was not human, he had long, pointed ears. He was gorgeous beyond compare, like moonlight reflecting off a placid lake on an early summer evening. He looked like a fantasy, an ethereal being not of this world.
But despite his overwhelming beauty, his very nature gave you pause. Something was not quite right with him, his perfection almost eerie. It was like there was a veneer of beauty under which something more sinister lurked, which had the hair rising on the back of your neck. Your gut told you this was no ordinary beautiful man, he was a predator.
And you had the distinct feeling you were his prey.
“You must have come through the veil during Beltane. But why?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He still was staring down at you despite his eyes being hidden. He crouched down to consider you closely, looking you over intently. You didn’t know how he saw from behind the blindfold, and you were too nervous to ask. He didn’t say anything, but based on his frown, you suspected he found you wanting. Now closer to him, you could smell him a bit, a light floral scent hitting your nose. No, it wasn’t only flowers, you thought. He also smelled like the sky somehow – the sun and air combining to make a unique smell.
After a moment, he reached forward to touch you with his index finger. Since it was unexpected, you flinched back. Instead of apologizing, your reaction made him laugh. The light sound sent shivers down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
“It seems humans have changed little in the hundreds of years since I’ve last seen one. Still scared little mice, still stinky, still ugly,” he said, his eyes flashing in mirth. Your mouth dropped open in outrage, and you were going to retort but he continued talking. Something about the way he spoke made you think that he was used to people listening. Er, not people…whatever he was.
“Can you speak?” he asked, standing up and clapping his hands twice. “At least say something instead of staring at me so rudely,” he scoffed, moving to lean against the tree.
“I c-can,” you rasped, your voice thick and croaky. You wished you had water, but there wasn’t anything around you except the lovely forest.
“Tch, such an unpleasant voice,” he said, though his tone was light. You narrowed your eyes at the insult, but didn’t say anything. He smiled wider. It was difficult getting a reading on this being, you weren’t sure where you stood with him and it would probably be better not to piss him off.
“I’m sorry, but where am I?” you asked, saying the first question on the top of your mind.
“Why, you’re in the realm of the Seelie! That should be obvious, no?” he replied, his smile turning into a frown. “Have humans really forgotten everything about the Fae?” Your eyes widened – you were in the fae realm? Fae were real? Clearly you were with someone new, in a new setting, and your old life was nowhere to be seen.
You tried to synthesize the new information as quickly as possible. For now, you would accept what he told you and freak out in private later. Hopefully this was all an elaborate dream, but you doubted that was the case based on the pain radiating down your arm. You’d seen enough clips of isekai anime to know that you were somewhere else and denying it would cause more harm than good. It would probably be better to try and suss things out rather than admit you were completely lost and confused.
“You’re a fairy?” you asked, your eyes flicking over his form. But then where were his wings?… you gasped as a moment later, his face was inches from yours. Suddenly all the humor of moments prior sucked out of the air as he held you pinned with only a look. He wasn’t touching you, wasn’t even breathing on you, but his presence had you immobilized all the same.
“Never call us fairies,” he hissed. His presence felt heavy, like he was pressing on you from every angle despite him not touching you. You didn’t know what fae magic was like, but if this was an example, you were completely screwed in terms of strength. You would do anything to avoid being under his gaze like this – and he was doing this all with his eyes covered.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” you cried out, holding your shoulder with one hand. The pressure was hurting you even more than adjusting your shoulder did. He regarded you coolly, like he was contemplating your murder in his mind. A moment later you sagged against the tree as he released you; you hadn’t even seen him move. He crossed his arms, his mouth now turned into a pout.
“What do you know about the Fae?” he asked icily, drumming his fingers on his arms. You licked your lips and thought hard. Outside of general ren-faire based knowledge, you really didn’t know much. Sure, you saw one of the Lord of the Rings movies – but you’d fallen asleep halfway through. And you’d bought the Booktok fantasy book your friends had recommended, but you hadn’t actually read it yet. Even if you had consumed a lot of fantasy, you weren’t sure what was true and what wasn’t.
“I’m not sure I know anything,” you hedged, trying to take the safest route. You didn’t want him hurting you again, even if the damage had been slight. Maybe he would take pity on you and tell you what you needed to know. His toothy smile returned, a cheshire grin spreading across his face.
“Wonderful. I’ll be happy to tell you anything you wish to know. I am Prince Gojo of the Seelie Court. Please, do give me your name?” he asked, his tone much more respectful than it had been moments prior. You narrowed your eyes. There was something afoot, you were sure of it. The shift alone gave you pause, but there was something else gnawing at your mind. Wasn’t there something about the fae and names? Names being power or something like that? Or like bonding maybe? There was something about names, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. You shifted a moment, trying to think before answering.
“Some people call me, um…Ivy,” you said, looking behind him at a clearing. It was a little stupid to pick the first thing you saw, but some animal part of your brain was telling you not to share your real name. Besides, your mom had called you that once or twice when you were younger, given your proclivity to climb trees. So it wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth. Prince Gojo frowned at your words as he smacked his lips.
“No, that’s not quite right. Do give me your real name?” he insisted, giving you a more genuine smile. Or, you guessed it was his approximation of one since he was doubling down.
“That’s what people call me,” you asserted. No matter if he squished you again, you wouldn’t be giving him your real name. There was something about it, and you weren’t going to give up the little power you had in this new world. Prince Gojo scowled for a moment before allowing the harsh expression to slip off his face.
“Well, time to go!” he said cheerfully.
“Where are we going?” you asked, looking around you. There didn’t seem to be anything but forest all around. Gojo threw back his head and laughed loudly, like you had told a great joke.
“Human impertinence never ceases to amaze me. We aren’t going anywhere. I’m going back to my court and castle, and you’re going to the afterlife!” he said, still chortling to himself.
“I’m going back to where I’m from?” you asked, your brows hitched in confusion.
“Ha! No, no. You’re quite funny, though,” he said, his white hair waving softly in the wind. “The magic between our worlds is too strong right now for you to successfully pass through the veil. I mean, you could try but you’d certainly die. You would have to wait for Samhain, when the veil is thin again, to try and go through. But that wouldn’t be for some time, given that Beltane was last night. Now the Seelie court is in full power. Samhain is next and it’s when the veil is thinnest for the Unseelie, so you’d have to convince Geto to let you through,” he explained. You didn’t quite catch the meaning of everything he was saying, but it was clear you couldn’t go home the way you came.
“But that doesn't matter. Humans aren't allowed in this realm. I shall have to dispose of you,” he said, shrugging a shoulder like it was nothing to him. Your mouth popped open in shock – he was casually planning to kill you? You scrambled back, your fingers and feet scrabbling against the forest floor. A small ball of blue was now pulsing in front of his finger, like a lazer trained on you.
“Though…you are somewhat amusing. And I’m desperately bored,” he mused, the ball quickly vanishing into nothingness. Whatever magic he had was strong, though you supposed that was why he was the Prince of the realm. Sweat was dripping down your back, his flip flopping about your death was doing a number on your nerves.
“Maybe it would be funny to surprise Geto with you. The great Prince of the Unseelie Court presented with a human,” Gojo said, tapping his chin. Your eyebrows hitched together – was he saying you’d be a gift?
“That would be entertaining. If he kills you or not, it will be interesting for me either way. Yes, I’m going to bring you back. I can always kill you later, but I can’t unkill you,” he said decisively, nodding to himself. You gulped – the way Prince Gojo was casually alluding to your demise was freaking you out. And you weren’t sure Prince Geto was going to be any better if he was friends with Gojo. He looked down at you expectantly.
“Now as I already said, we’re going. Up,” Prince Gojo ordered you, like a dog. You did not point out that he had laughed and he was going to kill you the previous time you thought you were going somewhere. You struggled to your knees and pushed yourself to stand. Your shoulder was radiating hot pain, making you grimace as you held the pulsing joint. Whatever had happened in the veil had seriously hurt you.
Prince Gojo did not wait for you any longer before he began walking off. You stumbled and ran to catch up to him, afraid to fall behind. His long legs carried him faster than your own could, even without the excruciating pain in your torso. You hoped the castle was nearby, because you weren’t going to make it far with this kind of pain.
“What’s wrong with you?” Prince Gojo asked, wrinkling his nose. “Why are you walking so strangely? Surely humans haven’t changed that much in recent years.”
“My shoulder’s messed up,” you said simply, tapping at the affected area. Prince Gojo stopped walking so suddenly that you nearly bumped into him. Some kind of barrier kept you from actually making contact with him, but you couldn’t see anything around him. Did the Fae have forcefields?
“Would you like for me to heal that for you?” Prince Gojo offered, pointing to your shoulder. You looked at him skeptically, but really, what other choices did you have? It was either Gojo or you spent however long until Prince Geto killed you grinding your teeth to keep from crying out.
“Yeah,” you agreed lamely. Prince Gojo smiled wickedly before he extended his hand towards you, and a powerful surge of energy engulfed your body. Within seconds, your shoulder was healed. You exhaled deeply, the aching pain no longer bothering you at all. You weren’t sure if the power was exclusive to Gojo or was available to all Fae, but you were thankful. Going from seriously injured to completely healed was a heady feeling, your life improving within seconds.
“Thank you so much, Prince Gojo,” you exclaimed, moving your arm in a circle to stretch it.
“You are welcome. And really, Prince Gojo is my title. If you ever need anything, you can call me Satoru.” You nodded, unsure what to do with this information. If he was royalty, wouldn’t you still need to call him by his title?
As your hand came up in front of your face, you noticed a shiny silver bracelet encircling your wrist. On the bracelet was a bright blue bead, almost glowing in the daylight. You definitely hadn’t been wearing this bracelet before now, did it come with being in the Fae realm?
“Where did this…what is this?” you asked, spinning the bead on the bracelet. The bead looked nearly identical to the little blue ball of magic he’d nearly ended your life with earlier. As you looked closer, you saw there were words inscribed on the outside in faint writing, but you couldn’t read what it said.
“I am feeling most kind today,” Prince Gojo began, his fingertips touching his chest with a flourish. “Not only did I spare your miserable life for the time being, but I gave you a physical reminder of the favor you owe me. Humans have weak memories, so I thought this would help. Do you like it?” he asked with a haughty look.
“I do like it, but...favor? What favor?” you asked incredulously. Another bead suddenly appeared next to the first one, the two clinking lightly together.
“Now it’s two favors. I healed your arm for you, and gave you the bracelet. Surely you wouldn’t take my kindness as benevolence? A favor comes at the price of another. And really, I could have had you for four by now, but like I said, I'm feeling kind,” he explained with a smirk on his face. Your face drained of color as you looked at your wrist.
“Thank you,” you said dryly, turning the bracelet over to see where the clasp was. There was none. Another new blue bead formed before your eyes as you finished speaking.
"Wh -- another favor? For what? I didn't -- you didn't -"
"You thanked me. Which means I did something worth thanking me for. In other words, a favor," he said smugly.
"B-but what do I owe you? I don't have anything on me," you said, now looking at the three glowing beads.
You sputtered but caught up, walking briskly alongside him. Prince Gojo’s long legs meant you were taking three steps for every one of his, scurrying after him like a mouse. He did not appear to be bothered by anything, his limbs loose and graceful as he walked along no discernible path. After some time, a large, white, stone castle appeared in the distance. It had turrets and towers and narrow windows and ivy growing on the sides and everything you imagined when you thought about castles.
“I’ll have you cleaned up, then we’ll find Geto. I would like to surprise him, but it can be challenging, even for me,” Prince Gojo informed you, like you were a stray cat he was bringing into the house. You inhaled sharply, but didn’t answer, afraid to incur another favor. Prince Gojo sighed.
“Oh, do calm down. If I wanted you dead, you would have been before you woke up. And the favors merely hang over your head, they don’t cause you harm directly. Relax, human,” Prince Gojo scoffed, not calling you by your nickname. You still weren’t going to tell him your name, but human wasn’t a great option either.
“I’m nervous. And pretty scared,” you replied, trying to share your true feelings. Maybe he’d feel pity for you and cut you some slack. Prince Gojo made a small noise of surprise as his smile returned.
“Honesty? In my court? That’s refreshing. And as for being nervous and scared – you should be.”
Gojo POV
What a funny turn of events. Gojo had the distinct feeling that something was off in his realm that morning, so he set off to find out what it was. It wasn’t like the feeling of a new powerful curse, or a new strong fae popping up to challenge him. No, this was something new. And something new meant Gojo was excited.
And Gojo loved excitement.
The court was almost always stale and boring, the elders interfering with what Gojo thought was right. There was always court drama, Fae falling in and out of favor, problems with the Unseelie, and of course the growing divide between himself and Geto. Gojo had tried to bridge it a few times, but something had shifted in Geto. They had been the first two Princes in eons to bridge the Seelie and Unseelie courts, but now things were going awry. There were whispers that it was never meant to be, that the Seelie and Unseelie could never mingle, but Gojo didn’t agree. Geto had been having a hard time since the Riko had died, but he could surely mend their relationship. Maybe bringing you in would open up some conversations. Or not and they’d kill you together.
He couldn’t believe that all the cursed energy shifting around was because of you. He nearly laughed when he found you in the forest, your little body curled in on itself like a sleepy cat. Instead of some powerful being he would have to fight, there was only a tiny human, sleeping without a care in the world.
He had circled you a bit before waking you, wanting to determine what he was dealing with. After all, the last human to come through the veil had caused many problems for him and Geto. But that was in the past, and you didn’t seem to be of the same caliber.
Gojo had looked you over carefully, noting your hair, body, and face. You were good looking in that way humans sometimes were – beautiful in a sort of grubby, mortal kind of way. Maybe you’d look better in clothes other than the ugly rags you wore and with the dirt washed off your body. He’d find out once he brought you back to the castle and had you attended to.
He really should have killed you. Humans weren’t allowed in the Fae realm, not without an express invitation from the Fae court. But Gojo just couldn’t bring himself to do it, not when you were sleeping. That would be so impolite, he would at least do you the courtesy of letting you know why he was killing you.
But he especially couldn’t kill you after you woke up and began interacting with him. It was mesmerizing watching your emotions flick across your face. When he had called you ugly, your little face soured like you’d eaten a lemonberry. When you were confused, your nose wrinkled and your brows hitched together. When he had revealed that he might kill you, your mouth hung open in a little o. It was adorable. You were so expressive, so unafraid to show your emotions on your face.
Gojo was so used to the politics of the Courts that he’d forgotten how amusing it was to deal with humans. Even now as he slowly walked with you back towards his castle, you were biting your lip in your nervousness. Gojo watched your breasts bounce gently in the shapeless shirt you wore as you walked hurriedly to match his slow pace. Yes, there was something beautiful in you, he just had to bring it out. Like cutting and polishing a rough stone into a gleaming gem.
And you were so easy to trick! Three favors owed and you’d barely known each other an hour. Really, he was almost embarrassed for you at how foolish you were with your words. But Gojo was never one to turn down favors. He didn’t even know what he would request of you – what could someone like him need from a human? – but he wanted them on his ledger all the same.
Besides, others at court would see your bracelet, which would give you some kind of protection. No one in the Seelie court would cause you terrible harm, but the Unseelie….it was best you wore something from himself to mark you as under his wing. Because, like it or not, you were now part of Gojo's court.
A/N:
This has been rattling around in my head for a while. Can't you just see Gojo as fae? The white hair, the sparkling eyes, the long ears, the penchant for mischief? Or Geto as a long haired, ethereally beautiful man in flowing fae robes? Tell me I'm not the only one.
For his character, he's starting much more teen Gojo than current Gojo. It will get smutty, but not in this chapter. It's not quite enemies to lovers, but something along those lines. And yes, she got taken, but that's part for the course in the Hannahverse. Everyone gets kidnapped, she's not special. Even so, this isn't Yan or all that dark so I didn't label it that way. Also, I'm not the biggest fantasy reader personally, so if I get some general Fae lore wrong, feel free to correct or kill me. I do know the Seelie and Unseelie don't get along but allow me this little dalliance so we can have Gojo and Geto after us....
to anyone writing fics where gojo is a dad or brother, can we PLEASE not give the kid/sibling the six eyes unless gojo is dead?? you all gotta remember that only one six eyes user can exist at a time because a new bearer of the six eyes cannot be born/manifested unless the previous wielder is dead. you can give the kid/sibling limitless but just not the six eyes.
Synopsis : You often smoke on the rooftop of your apartment building during long nights. Your life was draining and lonely, until a new first-year, who also happened to be your new neighbor next door, decided to interrupt you.
Author’s note : Please stay patient for the smut 😼 it’ll be in chapter 4 but I swear it’ll be GOODD.
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Epilogue
Enduring yet another horrible day at your college, you were already exhausted. The deep fatigue built not only from the total lack of sleep following your midnight rooftop session, but also because you had been forced to spend your morning writing a brutal, three hour exam straight into a Blue Book.
Your right hand was still hurting from the absolute torture of pressing the pen against the paper for hours, leaving a painful red mark on your middle finger. The tiny, blue exam booklet had been filled with your messy, rushed analysis of complex law cases, and by the time you finally handed it in to the professor, your mind felt completely blank.
The university wide mandatory course for English right after that was just adding fuel to the fire. Sitting in the very last row of the large university amphitheater, your warm hoodie pulled tightly over your head, you prayed for the clock to move faster. Your eyes burned with every blink while your entire body was feeling heavy and drained.
Clutching a cup of bitter black coffee from the school automat, you desperately tried to regain some energy before the lesson started. Your English notes were opened on the table in front of you, and you decided to look through them, knowing all too well that the professor loved to catch everyone off guard with unplanned tests.
You just wanted to remain invisible, just another in a crowd of hundreds of students. But the quiet peace of the hall shattered the exact moment the front doors creaked open, letting in a group of the first years from the business department. All the rich, extroverted morons who just went with the flow, gliding through life on pure charisma and the wealth of their parents.
And right in the middle of them, effortlessly catching the attention of every girl in the room, was a familiar mop of snowy white hair.
Letting out a quiet sigh to yourself, you quickly glanced away from him. You forced your eyes back down to your notebook, staring at the text while checking the time on your phone, seeing the lesson was about to start in three minutes.
Satoru lazily looked around the crowded amphitheater, his sharp gaze cutting through the room until his eyes finally locked onto you. Watching you read through your notes with that warm hoodie pulled over your head and your hair falling softly down your face, a quiet thought crossed his mind. Yeah, you were gorgeous.
His friends headed straight toward the back rows as well, but unlike you doing it to find some peace, they did it simply to look cool. Oh, they were pissing you off. The university had recently started combining multiple departments and years for basic classes like English to save up time, but for you, it only meant that the business and management students would be loud and obnoxious right behind you, forcing your head to ache even worse.
And on top of it all, you could feel Satoru’s intense eyes piercing through you for the whole lesson. You tried your absolute best to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy. Whenever your eyes involuntarily darted back to him, he was already staring right back at you. The worst thing was he didn’t even have the decency to look away. He just kept smiling at you from across the rows, looking as if he was enjoying your irritation.
About twenty minutes into the incredibly dry lecture, the professor turned his back to the amphitheater, furiously writing grammar rules onto the whiteboard with a black marker.
Suddenly, a tiny movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention. Before you could even look up, a small, tightly folded paper triangle glided through the air across the class, landing with a soft click right on the side of your head.
You furrowed your brows, your hands freezing over your pen for a moment. Without thinking you glanced to the side. A few desks away, Satoru was sitting leaning back in his seat. A black pen was balancing between his long fingers, and the moment he caught you looking, his confident, smug smile widened as he gave you a slow, teasing wink.
Your heart made a strange, uncomfortably warm thud against your ribs. Turning away from him with a deep frown, you unfolded the piece of paper, your eyes scanning the messy handwriting scribbled across the note.
“I bet my family's money you didn't hear a single word because you're too busy pretending you don't feel me staring. Relax, need another cigarette and my company to calm you down?”
A sudden wave of burning heat rushed straight to your face, a mix of pure irritation and a strange fluster you still refused to acknowledge. Tightening your jaw, you crumpled the note in your fist until the paper crushed into a tight ball, shoving it deep into the pocket of your hoodie.
Who does he think he is? Yesterday he interrupted your peace smoking on the rooftop and now he’s acting even more smug. Yesterday he was at least sweet. Well, in his own way, but whatever. It made you spiral a little bit. Was he trying to impress his friends? Maybe you were a bet? Well, you weren’t exactly popular, not that you were a weirdo or something, just very introverted and quiet.
The moment the bell rang after what felt like forever, you packed your things as soon as possible, rushing out of the class. Your morning lessons were over and no other classes were mandatory or needed for you. Instead, you had another afternoon shift in the cafe.
Getting to your locker, shortly all of your books were back on the shelf and you were dressed and ready to go, until a shadow cast over you. You felt yourself internally dying.
Before you could even turn around and slam the metal door shut, a long, pale hand effortlessly caught the edge of the locker, completely blocking your path. The heavy, rich scent of expensive cologne instantly flooded your senses, replacing the lingering smell of cheap automat coffee. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Satoru leaned his tall frame a bit closer, invading your personal space with an infuriating lack of hesitation. Slowly, he pushed his round dark sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes locking straight onto your irritated face with a lazy, teasing spark.
“Hey, You looked like you wanted to murder someone during the whole English class, y'know?”
You let out a dry, unbothered sigh, forcing your expression to remain as cold and unreadable as you could. Your head was still throbbing, and your patience was entirely worn thin.
“Move your hand, Gojo” you muttered, your voice flat, completely unimpressed by his presence.
He didn't move an inch, but the cocky, superficial grin he usually wore in front of his classmates subtly vanished, replaced by a softer, more genuine expression. His eyes scanned your tired face beneath the oversized hoodie with a look of quiet curiosity.
“I wasn't trying to annoy you with the note” he said softly, his voice losing that loud smug edge from the classroom. He looked down at you, completely ignoring the passing students in the crowded hallway. “I just noticed you looked drained. I wanted to see if you were okay, maybe cheer you up a little”
You finally turned your head, meeting his intense, piercing gaze. You could feel the quiet whispers of the people around you, but looking into his eyes, you realized he wasn't doing this to show off. There was no audience for him here. But your pride and sheer exhaustion won the battle. Tightening your jaw, you reached for the edge of the metal door.
“I have a real job to get to. Some of us actually have to work for a living” you muttered.
Satoru slowly blinked, a small smile forming on his lips as he gently pulled his pale fingers away from the metal, giving you space. You slammed the locker door shut, slung your heavy bag over your shoulder, and walked away into the crowded hallway. Satoru didn't chase after you. He just stood there, quietly watching you leave, completely detached from the rich, superficial world around him.
Arriving at the cafe, you quickly slipped on your barista apron. Your shift started at 13:00 and ran until 19:00, a long stretch of brewing espresso and serving desserts to a bunch of customers.
The afternoon was quiet, the heavy exhaustion from your morning classes still weighing down your limbs. You spent most of the time cleaning the espresso machine and putting dirty cups into the dishwasher, just to keep your hands busy. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the routine, your mind kept drifting back to the university hallway. To the warmth of Satoru’s cologne and the unexpected softness in his voice.
Once your shift finally ended, you gathered your things. Before leaving, you took one of the remaining baguettes that weren’t sold. It would just end up thrown away anyway, and you figured it was better than wasting it, especially since it saved you the money for dinner.
Waiting at the bus station, you quietly ate your baguette before the bus arrived. Buying your ticket and stepping inside, you noticed that unlike yesterday, it wasn’t raining at all. Instead, the evening sun cast a beautiful yellow hue over the entire city, creating a warm, nostalgic atmosphere as the bus drove past the familiar streets. Sunlight poured heavily through the window, falling right onto your tired face.
Getting to your apartment, the sun was slowly starting to set, soft pinkish clouds stretching across the sky. Worn out from the endless seeming stress you had since morning, you knew it was time for your favorite part of the day.
Dropping off your things and changing into some comfortable home clothes you had in your closet, you reached out for your pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes and a lighter waiting for you on your shoe cabinet as usual.
You sneaked to the roof unlocking the large metal doors and pushing them open. Breathing in the cozy mood of a warm evening all around you. The sun was sinking low, its light spilling over the horizon. Warm hues gathered on the clouds. For a moment, the whole sky was just a blend of colors.
Sitting on the concrete ledge of the apartment building and lighting up the cigarette, you hoped that idiot wouldn’t show up this time, though it seemed to not help you at all.
“Smoking up here again? You come here everyday?” Satoru said softly, coming up to you again with that wide smile of his.
Sitting right next to you just like yesterday he watched you with a curious look.
Exhaling tiredly, you turned your gaze towards him “you really can’t leave me alone, can you?” you responded maybe a little too coldly.
Satoru’s smile faltered a little. Every time you pushed him away he was just smug about it, but not this time? Why?
“Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be your friend, you seemed nice and interesting and I thought maybe you will warm up a little, but I don’t want to actually annoy or bother you” he admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of disappointment.
Your heart tightened at the sound of his voice. Hearing him that sad hurt more than it should have.
“Why are you even that interested in me? A rich popular attractive guy hanging out with many people, having tons of girls drool over you, invited to many parties and events, it’s making me feel like you’re just making fun of me. Why would you want to be my friend? Honestly, why are you even living in this apartment building? Small cheap studio apartments sold to students because it’s close to the university? Don’t you come from a wealthy family?” You asked him with confusion, your voice softer than before, not able to keep up your sharp facade anymore.
Satoru blinked at that, but his soft smile returned “You know it’s not as easy as it sounds. Yeah I have many friends and money and am invited to events but to be honest? It’s all superficial. They only care about materialistic things and girls as well as parties and drinking, and even though that can be fun, it lacks any depth. I can’t talk to them about anything meaningful”
“And to answer your question about the apartment building, well living in a big villa with everything luxurious may also seem perfect, but it’s pretty boring honestly. I wanted to live like a normal guy and experience that college life, instead of just spending my whole day with my snob family” he offered a faint explanation.
Your expression changed completely at that “you’re saying that you’re different than your friends, huh?” you remarked sarcastically.
He laughed a bit at that “you could say so”
Your eyes locked on him again, he felt genuine, which did shock you, however, this time you trusted him.
“And you’re trying to find that in me, or?”
You asked, taking a puff of your cigarette and breathing it out into the air.
Satoru smiled slightly at that, his eyes turning away from you, glancing at the setting sun coloring the sky “maybe” he muttered
You gave him a tiny amused huff “interesting choice for a guy like you” you noted.
“Oh come on, stop lumping me together with them” he said with a sarcastic offense.
Chuckling at that, you held out the pack of cigarettes, offering him one.
“Thanks” he murmured, taking one of the cigarettes and lighting it up himself, inhaling the smoky haze “You never told me your name, y’know?” he added.
Raising your eyebrows, you replied “I’m [your name]”
His lips curved up as he took another puff “pretty” he just muttered.
You got a little too flustered at that, the daylight gradually faded away as darkness took over.
“You see, you made it pretty clear earlier that you work for a living…” he started with a tinge of playfulness in his voice “what cafe do you work at?” Satoru asked
Snorting, you answered “the one in the red building on the right from the school”
“That one? I haven’t been in that one yet, will make sure to check it out” he winked with a hint of mischief
Just rolling your eyes at him, your voice light “Anything but that” you commented jokingly.
Today’s morning classes at the university felt completely different from the chaotic blur of the previous days. Walking through the crowded campus corridors, you noticed the heavy weight in your chest had finally started to ease up. The professors surprisingly kept their words, not throwing any sudden, unannounced assignments at the class, and the lecture halls remained relatively quiet.
When the final bell rang and everyone began rushing toward the main exits, you checked your phone to see it was already early afternoon.
The outdoor air was pleasantly cool, a light breeze moving softly across the streets as you made your way toward the familiar red building. It was a short, peaceful walk, and for the first time in a while, you didn't feel that crushing sense of dread about the upcoming hours.
Stepping through the back entrance of the cafe, you quickly swapped your outfit for the dark barista apron, tying it tightly around your waist. Your schedule today was the usual long block from 13:00 to 19:00, a steady routine of grinding fresh espresso beans and setting up dessert plates.
The initial part of the shift turned out to be pretty hectic. A constant stream of customers began entering the shop, keeping you moving behind the counter. You spent hours steaming milk into thick foam, washing ceramic mugs, and wiping down the sticky tables near the windows. Your shoulders felt strained from lifting the heavy plates and restocking the pastry display.
By the time 16:00 arrived, the busy rush slightly quieted down, the cafe was now pretty calm and comfortable. The bright afternoon sun leaned heavily through the front glass, stretching long golden lines across the wooden floor. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, leaning back against the cool metal of the espresso machine just to take a breath.
Then, you heard the cafe door open as another customer entered.
Keeping your eyes down on the counter you were currently scrubbing with a white cloth, you spoke out, out of pure habit. “Welcome, what can I get for you today?” you said, your tone completely flat and professional.
“Just a large iced vanilla latte, please. Make it extra sweet. The lectures were absolutely draining today” a familiar, relaxed voice answered.
Your fingers locked instantly around the damp rag. Your breath caught hard before you lifted your gaze.
Satoru was leaning slightly against the counter. He was by himself this time, wearing a simple black sweatshirt that made his tall frame look even broader, his white hair a bit tossed from the wind outside. He slowly pulled his dark glasses down his nose, his blue eyes staring straight at you with that teasing look.
“Told you I'd check it out” his tone lighthearted, a cute smile appearing on his face, completely lacking that loud arrogance he showed in front of his classmates.
You released a startled breath, trying to fix your surprised expression, even though the sudden heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “You actually came” you said under your breath, turning your back to him to reach for a cup as an excuse to hide your face.
“Of course I did. I don't break my promises” Satoru chuckled, his voice carrying through the quiet cafe. Before you could even type the order into the screen, giving him the finished drink, he carefully set a thick stack of business finance textbooks on the wooden surface.
You stared at the massive books, lifting your eyebrows in mild confusion. “Are you planning to study here?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay with you” he replied, taking a slow sip of the cold drink. “My apartment is too quiet, and my phone is blowing up with texts. I just wanted a peaceful spot where I could actually breathe. And I figured my favorite neighbor makes the best coffee on campus.”
Your jaw tightened a fraction, a strange wave of warmth spreading deep into your chest at his words. Not knowing how to respond, you simply gave a slow nod, reaching for your cleaning cloth again. “The corner table under the window is empty, Satoru. Just... keep it down.”
“Understood” he shot you a knowing look, picking up his heavy study materials and walking over to the secluded corner.
For the remaining hours of your shift, the cafe stayed peaceful. Satoru didn't interrupt your work, and he didn't make any noise. He just sat quietly in the sunlight pouring past the large window, his white head bent over his finance notes. You stood there polishing the bar, completely unable to look away from his profile.
He stayed all those three hours until the cafe reached closing time. Walking over to him, you patted his shoulder gently. He looked up at you, slipping off his headphones and looking up with his lovely eyes. “Hm?”
“We’re about to close” you let him know.
Satoru nodded. “Well then, I’ll stay until you’re done and walk you home, whatcha think?” he offered with a nudge.
I hope you liked it!!! I’ll appreciate any kind of support or feedback 💕
𝜗ৎ satoru sneaks in to fuck you for the first time
Your sleep eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of your window closing. The small dim lit lamp was the only source of light in your bedroom, but it was enough to see the outline of your boyfriend's muscular frame closing in.
"Hi baby.." He whispered quietly, not wanting to startle you as you were slowly coming to your senses. You sat up, fixing your messy hair, looking up at Gojo through your fallen lids.
"Satoru.. it's so late." You stated the obvious. The night was quiet, no traffic being heard, only the quiet hum of nearby insects.
You were surprised your dog didn't completely lose it or worse, your parents catching him in the middle of what seemed like a break in. "I know, love, I know." Gojo's heavy body plopped down comfortably beside you on the bed, placing his phone and wallet on your nightstand, adjusting the lamp to be brighter.
"I want to see you better." He placed his lips on your temple in a loving manner, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. "Missed you." He adjusted to lean against the headboard, a smile appearing on his face after you tiredly made your way onto his lap.
"I missed you too.." You mumbled against his chest, taking in the scent of the vanilla bodywash you gifted him last week when you found out he used a 3 in 1.
The hand on your waist rubbed you up and down in a soothing manner, keeping you close while the other caressed your thigh, feeling goosebumps show up. He crooked his neck at a certain angle to press his lips against yours in a series of long but gentle kisses.
"You're spiky.." You complained at the feeling of his slight stubble tickling your chin. It was barely visible since his hair was white and skin pale, but it was still touchable.
"Yeah? And you're soft." Gojo moaned against your mouth, hands moving way too close to your ass. His hold on you had become more possessive, pulling you completely flush against him.
It was clear what his intentions were.
It's been half a year since you two began dating. You've done everything together, except of course, have legitimate sex. You’ve allowed him to let out his frustrations on your needy cunt with his fingers or tongue before, so he knew how you tasted like. You, however, didn't know what he looked like underneath those pants.
He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Take these off for me?"
Your eyes completely widened, any sign of tiredness being wiped off. How come you hadn't noticed his bulge poking the crap out of you from underneath?
"My shorts?" Your voice wobbled, nervously.
It's not that you weren't as experienced as he was, it was the fact that you weren't experienced at all. He was your first everything after all. A strained chuckle left his lips, reaching to grab your hand to press it against his raging boner. “Or.. you could take off mine?”
His eyes flickered over to your face, finally taking in that you looked uncomfortable. He quickly let go of you, instead moving up to hold your chin with his pointer and thumb. "Do you not want to do this, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. “I can stop.”
"We don't have to." Satoru reassured you once more. "I just.. I've been wanting to see my pretty girl."
"I do.. I do want this but," You stuttered. The fear of not being able to satisfy him enough was what was making you hesitate. What if it didn't even fit? What if he saw your body and got turned off? What if he realized he made a mistake of asking you to be his girl? What if he didn't want a virgin? "I’ve never done this.” You finally admitted.
You could feel your body warm up in embarrassment, wanting to hide away in the crook of his neck. But it was quickly gone the second he pecked your forehead, hugging you close.
"Oh sweets, why didn't you just say so? Are you scared?"
You nodded. "I don't know how to do this.."
The small smile showed back up on his face, carefully flipping you over so your back was on the mattress. "I can do all the work, I don't mind. I want to make you feel good."
"But, I want to make you feel good too." You gasped, feeling the cold air hit your cunt aggressively after he pulled down your sleeping shorts.
"You will." He groaned at the way your tight hole pulsed around nothing. "Fuck..are you sure you want this? You tell me to stop, and I'll stop." But he wasn't sure if he could. Not with the way your pussy was covered in a thin layer of slick, pulsing for his touch.
"I want this.. I swear."
His fingers spread your folds, watching you squirm and cringe at the sound it made. "Oh my fuck- god it's pretty. You're pretty."
He wasted no time in taking his pants off, cock throbbing painfully. Satoru gave himself a few pumps before teasing your entrance with his tip, running it up to your clit, collecting your wetness on it.
The room filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing.
His shaky hand gripped your waist, the other assisting his cock in sliding in. He took his time pushing every inch, watching your reactions carefully for any sign of discomfort.
Little mewls escaped you. It suddenly hit Satoru that just across the hall laid your parents deep asleep. His lips hushed yours up. "Try to stay quiet, yeah sweet thing? Your parents are still here." The last thing they needed was to get woken up by the moans of their horny daughter.
But he wasn't staying quiet either. Groans and small laughs fell from his lips, growing addicted at the way his cock slid in and out of you.
"So tight. You feel so good. Fuck, tight virgin pussy, huh?" he grinned. "Should've told me this earlier, baby." He finally managed to fit all of him inside you, hips stopping all movements to allow you to adjust. "Satoru-" your sentence was cut off with a harsh thrust. You let out broken sob, gripping his back as he failed to keep his promise of being gentle.
Not that you minded.
"Gotta stay quiet." He reminded you. It was hard to shut up when he was reaching places you never knew existed. You whined, eyes flickering down to your stomach. He followed your line of sight, wondering what caught your attention.
You could literally see him ruining you from the outside. Satoru threw his head back in pleasure, feeling you tighten around him. “Oh? You like that sweets? Like the way my cock is fucking you? Mm bet you do. Just look at the way this pussy is taking me, fuck. Gonna have you leaking for days.”
You nodded, babbling about how good it felt.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. Your parents won;t mind.” He stilled before pounding even harsher than before. “They like me anyways, don’t they? Bet they won’t care if I fuck a baby into ya.”
Your lips parted, tears spilling out of those pretty eyes of yours. You could barely register what he was saying over the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Give them the grandchild they’ve been wanting.” He grinned.
