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[violent-autumn]

« i want the man next door to be mine »

chapter 1 | chapter 2 (coming soon)

╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ sfw ⚝ daddy issues⚝ sfw ⚝ age gap ⚝ older man ⚝ doctor gojo ⚝ neighbors to lovers

you'd finally gotten an apartment near your work, which would save you money by not having to take the bus to get to the bookstore every damn day. the place wasn't the most ostentatious, but it was undeniably cozy and, according to the salesman, the neighbors were friendly.

perhaps at last you would have a quiet, safe place to call home.

just remembering the constant chaos of your life in your previous home got you holding your breath for a couple of seconds, but you quickly pulled yourself out of that place in your mind. you were carrying the last box to your apartment when it slipped from your hands, causing some items to roll.

among these was a snow globe that ended up breaking, so you immediately tried to pick it up. “ah, no, no, no...” you muttered, followed by a hiss of pain as you accidentally cut yourself with one of the pieces of glass. “shit—”

you looked around, using your good hand to pick up the other items that were on the floor and throw them in the box. “good job, idiot.” you chided yourself, realizing that moving that hand was painful and praying that no one would come out of their apartment after the noise you made.

too bad; someone opened one of the door, the apartment next to yours.

it was a man with snow-white hair and beautiful blue eyes, bright like the spring sky. he was wearing sports clothes to go for a run around the block and, as soon as he saw your injured hand, he walked to you without hesitation.

“careful, you don't wanna touch that again.” he smiled as he grabbed your wrist gently, his touch was electric, like nothing you've ever touched before. from his pocket he pulled out a small bag of tissues, and with one of them he covered the wound to prevent any dirt from coming in contact with it.

you felt a little nervous, your cheeks lighting up in a pretty pink blush. “i'm fine, it's just a scratch.”

“‘i'm fine’ is a favorite phrase for people who end up in the er, cutie.” he winked at you and then took care of putting the last few things in the box. “by the way, my name is satoru gojo. call me satoru, though. i see you're new here.”

“yeah, i moved here 'cause it was closer to work.” you replied while trying to grab the box, but he stopped you.

before you could protest, he'd already taken the box with insulting ease, as if it weighed nothing, and went to place it inside your apartment since the door was ajar. the main room was full of other boxes, but when he saw a free chair he came back to you.

then, with an almost instinctive gesture, he gently took you by the wrist, guiding you inside. “sit down.” he commanded, gesturing to the empty chair.

you obeyed, more out of surprise than willingness. “this is very... embarrassing,” you muttered as you sat down, lowering your gaze. “first impression and I'm bleeding like a klutz.”

he let out a low laugh, brushing his hair back, though strands kept falling back over his forehead. “trust me, it could be worse. the last guy who lived here? he liked to show up at my door naked. now that was a sight.”

he fell silent for a moment when he realized what he'd said, and quickly spoke again. “it's not that you need to undress to—” he slapped his forehead. he was making the situation worse, it was time to move to another subject. “forget it. i'll go get the first aid kit.”

and before you could even say anything, satoru was out the door. a couple of seconds later, he was back with a first aid kit that seemed to be overflowing with ridiculously colored band-aids, including sanrio ones.

“official medical kit for the pretty lady.” he announced, kneeling down in front of you and then sliding a pair of latex gloves over his hands. as he cleaned the wound with precision, you noticed that his movements were very precise when it came to healing. more so than other people's used to be.

“you're a doctor, right?” you asked, he looked very confident when he moved. you couldn't give him a glance at his face... and at his lips.

“doctor gojo, at your service.” he nodded with false solemnity before looking up and winking at you.

you blushed instantly, and he smiled because he found your shyness charming. he finished wrapping the wound with a firm, squeaky-clean bandage, then looked at it approvingly. “there. it wasn't deep, so you'll live.”

without thinking, he reached out and gently ruffled your hair in a protective gesture—only when he noticed the surprised expression and blush evident on your face did he realize his small mistake. he withdrew his hand with a discreet cough, averting his gaze.

“...it was out of habit.” he improvised.

you licked your lip, stroking your thumb over the bandage as you stood up. “thank you, satoru.” it felt strange to call someone older you just met by his first name, but you wanted to check how it sounded in your mouth.

he tucked one hand in his pocket and the other held the kit, giving it a look around. “i live next door. since you're already my neighbor, how about a cup of tea one of these days? a more appropriate ‘welcome to the building’."

you hesitated. you felt uneasy at the thought of sharing such a moment with someone you didn't know. it was inevitable for you to remember all the things your father used to say; words that ruined your appetite and that he disguised as humor. yeah, it was better to avoid that.

“i'm not sure about that.”

satoru didn't laugh or press you, he could see that something in a person's eyes when they were hiding something. he just bowed his head slightly, his blue eyes softening with unexpected understanding. “i understand. it can be difficult at times.”

he went to the door, opening it with a nonchalant gesture. however, before stepping out he gave you a glance, there was an unmistakable warmth in his gaze. “if you change your mind, i'll be happy to have you there.”

the door closed behind him, leaving you with the silence of your new home, the faint smell of disinfectant and a strange comfort; knowing that your neighbor was someone impossible to ignore.

── .✦ alaska's note: yay i forgot to post this weeks ago, i hate this pt.1 'cause i want them kissing already. but i gotta be patient, ik ik. btw thank u sm for reading this <3

[nondelphic]

writing is so humiliating. like “here’s my little fake guy. he’s very sad about the weather. please clap.”

[violent-autumn]

« fluffy hearts »

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 (coming soon)

╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ doggirl!reader ⚝ caretaker gojo ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ living together ⚝ sweet dynamic ⚝ alt. universe

satoru hadn't expected to grow attached so quickly, but from the very first night he was doomed. you'd curled up in his arms without hesitation, and he'd fallen asleep with your warm weight pressed to him.

from then on, he'd wake up to you peppering his face with soft, eager kisses, as if he'd been gone for days instead of sleeping next to her. the first time it happened, he couldn't stop laughing while rubbing his eyes and pulling you closer, and that alone was enough to give him the energy to work all day at school.

damn, he was already addicted to the way you looked at him. it wasn't just the mornings that charmed him—it was everything, even your first bout of jealousy had been... adorable.

you two were on the couch together, half-watching tv, when his phone buzzed. satoru smiled without even realizing, his fingers typing back a quick reply to the woman who had messaged him. next to him, you puffed your cheeks, your puppy ears drooping. this was unacceptable!

so, without a word, you stole the cookie he was reaching for and shoved it into your mouth in one bite. «there, what are you gonna do about it?» you thought.

«huh, maybe coincidence...» he told himself and reached for another one—except this time, the entire plate vanished behind the sofa before he could even touch it, and your pout was unmistakable.

“you okay, pup?” he drawled, leaning closer. he tilted your chin up with two fingers, trying not to smile at the way you avoided his gaze.

you whined softly, finally confessing what was going on. “i don't like that you have a girlfriend. even if i shouldn't get jealous.”

ah, there it was.

his lips quirked into a teasing smile and he wiggled his eyebrows at you, leaning down until your noses nearly touched. “you don’t need to be so pouty, i'm not dating anyone. and if you wanna be my girlfriend one day, all you gotta do is ask.”

it was meant as a joke (half a joke, anyway).

he couldn't exactly tell you yet about shoko, or that he was planning to let you two meet soon. that was a surprise he wanted to keep. he knew that archie, the cat boy who lived with shoko, would be the perfect one to be your new friend.

he'd beenn planning this for a while now, because he hated the idea of keeping you isolated from other demihumans.

still, when your eyes widened and your dog ears shot straight up, he knew you'd taken his words to heart. quickly, you shoved the cookies back into his lap and ducked under the blanket, hiding your blushing face.

it was unfair, he shouldn't say such things so lightly. “n-not funny...” you mumbled.

satoru's chuckle filled the room as he stroked your tail, he really liked seeing you all flustered.

keeping up with you was another story. sometimes you guys went out for water-gun fights because he knew it made you laugh, and honestly, who didn't love an excuse to get soaked on a warm day?

the thing is, when he wanted peace, you still needed supervision—a lot of it. like today.

satoru was sprawled comfortably on the bed, half-watching ‘titanic’ with the window cracked open, a soft breeze doing little against the spring heat. he sighed, fanning his shirt with one hand, already picturing an ice cream run later, maybe also showing you his favorite place to buy mochi.

then he heard it, rapid footsteps pounding up the stairs. a grin tugged at his lips, because he thought that his puppy girl was coming to cuddle, so he adjusted his pillow, waiting.

well, you may or may not have eaten too much sugary cereal on the breakfast, and then maybe you also are some more when he wasn't looking. either way, sugar and tv shouldn't have been combined.

it wasn't news that dog demihumans had a little more energy than the average human, but of course, satoru had forgotten to consider that.

you burst into the room wearing one of his oversized shirts, no pants on, and his boxers tied around your head like a bandana. before he could process it, you were sprinting straight for the open window. “PARKOUR!!” you shouted.

“wait—!” too late.

you launched yourself out and he dragged a hand down his face—yep, tomorrow he was definitely switching your cereal brand.

a little longer than a few minutes later...

you were perched at the kitchen table, chewing happily on a slice of lasagna while satoru stood in front of you, carefully pressing band-aids with hearts print to your knees and forehead.

“so,” he started, his voice carried amusement. “what exactly was going through your head when you decided to fling yourself out a second-story window?”

you tilted her head innocently, tail swaying behind and your ears perked up. “i saw it on a show. they made it look really cool!” at your words, satoru bit his lip to keep from laughing. god, you were serious.

he leaned in and kissed your forehead before whispering, his hand stroking your hair. “you've gotta be more careful, baby, or i'll have no choice but to put you on a leash.” your cheeks turned a deep shade of pink and tried to focus on your plate again, when he noticed this change, he smirked, already filing the image away.

“anyway, sweetie, there's someone i wanna introduce you to.” he wiped a trace of sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, his touch lingering longer than necessary as he brushed your bottom lip.

you licked his finger and then looked at him, taking his words in. that made you feel... special. your former caretaker wouldn't let you go out and always put you in a room when there were guests.

with satoru, it was different, and you wanted to see more of his world, and become important to him.

you smiled, wagging your tail at the idea of meeting people from his circle. “i'd love to, when will it be? can i show them my leaf collection?” you didn't even give him time to answer and leaned forward, hugging him as if he'd just given you a gift.

his breath caught for a second, but he quickly regained his composure and wrapped his arms around you. he began to play with strands of your hair, as if arranging them. “aww, you like that? what a pretty girl.” he cooed, earning a giggle from you. “i promise it'll be soon.”

you were his pretty girl, and he was willing to remind you of that every chance he got.

── .✦ alaska's note: not me adding a sponge bob reference... gotta work on the other series i wanna post (age gap coughcough), but i love writing puppy girl reader x gojo hehe.

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╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ angst ⚝ grief ⚝ sfw ⚝ canon au ⚝ lost lover

today was a wonderful day; you'd agreed to go on a date with satoru because it was three years of dating, so you would undoubtedly dress up more than usual.

you wanted to look pretty for him, elegant but not too elegant—just enough for the special occasion.

every time they celebrated a special date you couldn't help but think of the day you two met. the moment your fingers brushed when he saved you from a curse, and how from that moment on he never left you alone.

being called the second strongest after suguru's death made you become closer to satoru, as if you guys lived in your own little bubble where you understood each other. he always managed to get a smile out of you, and at the same time he was the only one who could make you cry.

like that time he promised you that he'd never cheat, and when a woman approached him he acted as if he was afraid of girls in order to avoid any misunderstanding.

was it exaggerated? yes, but his heart always melted with love to see you laugh at his antics, so it worth it.

you were both special grade sorcerers, but when you and he were alone you two were just a couple of lovers fooling around.

when you finished your makeup, you put on your purse and picked up the phone to text him:

“i'll be there soon, hope you're ready for the surprise 💕”

you hit the ‘send’ button and gave one last look in the mirror, giving your reflection a nervous smile.

after leaving home, you simply got on your bike and pedaled to the place. The snow on the ground was no problem, but you were still careful not to fall, you didn't want to ruin your nice outfit or satoru would laugh at you.

that wasn't something you wanted, you knew what a tease he could be... his laugh was cute though, so you couldn't get mad at him.

a few minutes later, you managed to get to the bakery on time. you bought satoru's favorite cupcakes and then sent him another message with a picture of the food attached.

“you better not eat them all in one bite😾”

you started pedaling again and when you finally reached his place, you stood there for a moment—you always got this nervous. since day one he was able to make you feel a thousand emotions.

while walking, you took out the book you always carried with you, where you kept the surprise for satoru.

and there he was, waiting for you with his charming smile, the blue of his eyes as beautiful as the clear sky kissing you, and his hair as white as the snowflakes that coincidentally started to fall when you sat down in front of him.

“hi, honey! sorry i'm late, i almost forgot the surprise under the pillow.” you smiled at him as your eyes sparkled, opening the book to your favorite page; it contained some doodles and phrases he wrote when he gave it to you. “you're not gonna believe this.”

you flipped the book over, showing her the two plane tickets to new zealand, just as you had planned. “i told you-” your voice broke off with a sudden slight sob. “that we'd go before we got married.”

you looked at the stone in front of you, your eyes suddenly filling with tears as you couldn't hear him, couldn't feel him. you wanted him to reproach you for buying them alone, for choosing the seats he didn't like.

there was only silence. “please,” you begged, sitting closer to the tombstone. “tell me something, 'toru!”

your hands shook as your tears fell on the bag of cupcakes, your crying only becoming more disconsolate as you leaned against the symbolic stone, even though he wasn't really there. he never was. “you promised you'd travel with me, that you loved me and that you'd always take care of me.”

you rubbed your eyes, curling up as your free hand touched the book—you'd lost count of how many times you'd read it, so much so that you knew it by heart, just like satoru's last voicemails.

“my love, i-sob-miss you.”

you wanted to feel your boyfriend hugging you like he used to do when he was here, you wanted to hear him whisper to you that you looked pretty when you cried but more so when you smiled, or when he tickled you to make you forget everything. you wanted him to kiss your forehead.

you wanted him to be alive.

── .✦ alaska's note: not a fan of the angst, but eternity by alex warren hits different🥀

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╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ doggirl!reader ⚝ first meeting ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ strangers to more ⚝ teacher satoru ⚝ alt. universe

satoru wasn't planning on going home today, willing to enjoy some more days of that well-deserved vacation now that suguru was taking care of tutoring his students. right now, he was enjoying the weather; a gentle breeze, the sun warmed the sand, the waves made such a relaxing sound against the shores in that empty beach in the private compound.

no one else was around at this hour in the afternoon... or so he thought as he lay there with his hands behind his head.

as soon as he felt your presence on his towel, he pushed up his sunglasses and turned to look at you—a dog girl. it wasn't the first time he'd seen one, but he definitely didn't expect to see you in this place.

especially when a year ago the law requiring demihumans to live with a caretaker had already been established. this was for the very safety of the demihumans; it was no news that the black market was filled every weekend with different kidnapped creatures, forced to participate in illegal activities.

but you didn't seem to care about that. “excuse me?” he asked while sitting up and arching an eyebrow.

“what do you want?” you said casually, almost disinterested, as if sitting in his space when you had a lot of beach to enjoy was the most normal thing to do.

satoru blinked a few times, surprised by your attitude, and scanned the beach. he was half-expecting a frantic caretaker to come running, but nothing happened. “that's what i should be asking. this is my towel.” he emphasized the word ‘my’, hoping you could understand.

“i saw it and i liked it. you have a problem with that?” you shrugged and curled your puppy tail around yourself, touching it gently. it wasn't like he was going to die if you sat there, and the sand was too hot to sit on it.

he was so confused right now—but he couldn't deny you were cute. it wasn't every day that you found a dog girl trying to claim your stuff as hers. and honestly, part of him was still worried. “hey, sweets, i won't tell you to fuck off or anything, but where's your caretaker?”

your calm expression faltered, your puppy ears turned droopy as you looked away, trying to hide the change in your demeanor yet failing. “he... kicked me out.” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, and showed him a bracelet with your name written on it. “anyway, i don't need him.”

that was a lie. you knew it, and satoru knew it too.

he didn't say anything at first, he lay back on the towel while one hand rummaged through his beach bag. when he finally found it, he pulled out a lunchbox with cookies, placing it next to you with a gentleness that made your eyes widen a little in surprise.

“you can eat those.” he smiled and, without much thought, reached out, ruffled your hair and then dropped his hand. your eyes followed that hand, your puppy ears twitching while trying to remember the feeling of it against your head.

you didn't tell him anything aside from what happened with your last caretaker, but your chest felt... warm—it had nothing to do with the sun, definitely too fuzzy for that.

this was the first time that you didn't need to steal, to show your teeth or bite to get something. you felt conflicted about taking it without offering something in exchange. so, instead of taking one, you stood up and walked away without even touching them.

he made no move to stop you, because had no right to tell you what to do in this strange situation. besides, if you'd decided to leave, perhaps the story about your caretaker was fake. “huh... weird cutie.” he muttered, popping a cookie into his mouth anyway.

about an hour later, the quiet was broken again; this time, it was because of the clinking of seashells tumbling onto his towel. satoru blinked at the small pile, turning his head just in time to catch the sight of her kneeling beside him.

you were staring at him, your tail wagging anxiously as you rested your hands in your lap, obviously expected something in return—perhaps a compliment, or a reward like... a cookie.

“i see how this will be.” he spoke in a soft tone, the smile on his lips more than evident. as the breeze ruffled his snow white hair, he brought a cookie close to your face. “who's a good girl? you are, babe.” he cooed, amused with the way your tail wagged faster. “here, eat it.”

you were the cutest girl he'd ever seen, and he enjoyed the way your puppy ears perked up as you accepted the treat with both hands before nibbling it eagerly.

what was meant to be a harmless thing turned into a parade, which little by little became worse; seashells, pebbles. Even a very suspicious-looking wrapper. it stopped being funny by the fourth trip, when you didn't find any sea shells and returned dragging a suitcase.

“where did you-” he cut himself off and stood up, quickly placing the lunchbox in your hands and grabbing the suitcase. he needed to hide the evidence of the crime before it was too late. “alright, princess. let's get one thing straight; you don't need to bring me any more stuff.”

he made sure no one was watching and threw the suitcase away, letting it fall behind a bush. he hoped that the owner would eventually find it.

“but i need to pay for the food.” you insisted, pointing to the sea shells before grabbing his wrist, you used your other hand to hold the lunchbox against your chest and prevent it from slipping out of your grasp. “i thought you liked it.”

“if you're that hungry, just eat them.” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and guided you to sit again, his hand briefly giving your cheek a caress.

you tilted your head, still feeling a little confused; it wasn't common to see someone offer something without expecting anything in return. however, you decided to just accept it and took a bite of one of the cookies. “thank you.” those words were barely audible, but he didn't make you repeat them.

he patted your head and took a bottle of ice water out of the cooler, opening it and drinking it calmly. he definitely wasn't expecting to meet you today, but your presence in this short period had been very pleasant. and the seashells you brought?

it was ridiculous that you really wanted to pay with them, but it was also fun to play along for a moment.

with his free hand, satoru pulled out his phone and checked the time, some pending messages from suguru asking if it was normal for one of the students to consider taking the morning-after pill with his girlfriend (just the usual stuff), and then put it back in the beach bag.

he couldn't help but admire the way you ate so comfortably, your unique traits, and that subtle blush forming on your cheeks. how could anyone kick you out and leave you on the street?

“when we go home, can you make more of these?” you asked as you bit part of the last cookie, your eyes lit up when you noticed it had more colorful sprinkles than the other. you could already imagine tasting more cookies in the future.

satoru choked on his own saliva, and as soon as he calmed down, he went completely still while looking at the sea like he would find clarity in that landscape. “what did you just say, sweetheart?”

── .✦ alaska's note: i'm living in your walls, bring me some food

[a-e-hawthorne]

If anything, this just supports that my writing isn't AI generated crap, that my brain goes 'brrrrrrrrr' all on it's own

[violent-autumn]

« fluffy hearts »

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 coming soon

╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ doggirl!reader ⚝ first meeting ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ strangers to more ⚝ teacher satoru ⚝ alt. universe

satoru wasn't planning on going home today, willing to enjoy some more days of that well-deserved vacation now that suguru was taking care of tutoring his students. right now, he was enjoying the weather; a gentle breeze, the sun warmed the sand, the waves made such a relaxing sound against the shores in that empty beach in the private compound.

no one else was around at this hour in the afternoon... or so he thought as he lay there with his hands behind his head.

as soon as he felt your presence on his towel, he pushed up his sunglasses and turned to look at you—a dog girl. it wasn't the first time he'd seen one, but he definitely didn't expect to see you in this place.

especially when a year ago the law requiring demihumans to live with a caretaker had already been established. this was for the very safety of the demihumans; it was no news that the black market was filled every weekend with different kidnapped creatures, forced to participate in illegal activities.

but you didn't seem to care about that. “excuse me?” he asked while sitting up and arching an eyebrow.

“what do you want?” you said casually, almost disinterested, as if sitting in his space when you had a lot of beach to enjoy was the most normal thing to do.

satoru blinked a few times, surprised by your attitude, and scanned the beach. he was half-expecting a frantic caretaker to come running, but nothing happened. “that's what i should be asking. this is my towel.” he emphasized the word ‘my’, hoping you could understand.

“i saw it and i liked it. you have a problem with that?” you shrugged and curled your puppy tail around yourself, touching it gently. it wasn't like he was going to die if you sat there, and the sand was too hot to sit on it.

he was so confused right now—but he couldn't deny you were cute. it wasn't every day that you found a dog girl trying to claim your stuff as hers. and honestly, part of him was still worried. “hey, sweets, i won't tell you to fuck off or anything, but where's your caretaker?”

your calm expression faltered, your puppy ears turned droopy as you looked away, trying to hide the change in your demeanor yet failing. “he... kicked me out.” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, and showed him a bracelet with your name written on it. “anyway, i don't need him.”

that was a lie. you knew it, and satoru knew it too.

he didn't say anything at first, he lay back on the towel while one hand rummaged through his beach bag. when he finally found it, he pulled out a lunchbox with cookies, placing it next to you with a gentleness that made your eyes widen a little in surprise.

“you can eat those.” he smiled and, without much thought, reached out, ruffled your hair and then dropped his hand. your eyes followed that hand, your puppy ears twitching while trying to remember the feeling of it against your head.

you didn't tell him anything aside from what happened with your last caretaker, but your chest felt... warm—it had nothing to do with the sun, definitely too fuzzy for that.

this was the first time that you didn't need to steal, to show your teeth or bite to get something. you felt conflicted about taking it without offering something in exchange. so, instead of taking one, you stood up and walked away without even touching them.

he made no move to stop you, because had no right to tell you what to do in this strange situation. besides, if you'd decided to leave, perhaps the story about your caretaker was fake. “huh... weird cutie.” he muttered, popping a cookie into his mouth anyway.

about an hour later, the quiet was broken again; this time, it was because of the clinking of seashells tumbling onto his towel. satoru blinked at the small pile, turning his head just in time to catch the sight of her kneeling beside him.

you were staring at him, your tail wagging anxiously as you rested your hands in your lap, obviously expected something in return—perhaps a compliment, or a reward like... a cookie.

“i see how this will be.” he spoke in a soft tone, the smile on his lips more than evident. as the breeze ruffled his snow white hair, he brought a cookie close to your face. “who's a good girl? you are, babe.” he cooed, amused with the way your tail wagged faster. “here, eat it.”

you were the cutest girl he'd ever seen, and he enjoyed the way your puppy ears perked up as you accepted the treat with both hands before nibbling it eagerly.

what was meant to be a harmless thing turned into a parade, which little by little became worse; seashells, pebbles. Even a very suspicious-looking wrapper. it stopped being funny by the fourth trip, when you didn't find any sea shells and returned dragging a suitcase.

“where did you-” he cut himself off and stood up, quickly placing the lunchbox in your hands and grabbing the suitcase. he needed to hide the evidence of the crime before it was too late. “alright, princess. let's get one thing straight; you don't need to bring me any more stuff.”

he made sure no one was watching and threw the suitcase away, letting it fall behind a bush. he hoped that the owner would eventually find it.

“but i need to pay for the food.” you insisted, pointing to the sea shells before grabbing his wrist, you used your other hand to hold the lunchbox against your chest and prevent it from slipping out of your grasp. “i thought you liked it.”

“if you're that hungry, just eat them.” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and guided you to sit again, his hand briefly giving your cheek a caress.

you tilted your head, still feeling a little confused; it wasn't common to see someone offer something without expecting anything in return. however, you decided to just accept it and took a bite of one of the cookies. “thank you.” those words were barely audible, but he didn't make you repeat them.

he patted your head and took a bottle of ice water out of the cooler, opening it and drinking it calmly. he definitely wasn't expecting to meet you today, but your presence in this short period had been very pleasant. and the seashells you brought?

it was ridiculous that you really wanted to pay with them, but it was also fun to play along for a moment.

with his free hand, satoru pulled out his phone and checked the time, some pending messages from suguru asking if it was normal for one of the students to consider taking the morning-after pill with his girlfriend (just the usual stuff), and then put it back in the beach bag.

he couldn't help but admire the way you ate so comfortably, your unique traits, and that subtle blush forming on your cheeks. how could anyone kick you out and leave you on the street?

“when we go home, can you make more of these?” you asked as you bit part of the last cookie, your eyes lit up when you noticed it had more colorful sprinkles than the other. you could already imagine tasting more cookies in the future.

satoru choked on his own saliva, and as soon as he calmed down, he went completely still while looking at the sea like he would find clarity in that landscape. “what did you just say, sweetheart?”

── .✦ alaska's note: i'm living in your walls, bring me some food

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[gojosmuse]

❝your boyfriend's been acting shady, to keep you stuck with him. you caught him poking holes in the condoms after fucking you | gojo satoru (18+ n/sfw)❞

─── tw / content warnings: babytrapping ⋆ est. relationship ⋆ yandere ⋆ pregnancy ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ controlling & toxic bf gojo ⋆ dead dove do (not) eat.

that's the thing about love; when you look at someone through rose-coloured glasses. all the red flags look like regular flags.

satoru had performed his oscar-level performance; perfect boyfriend. filthy rich, over six feet tall, baby blue eyes.

god, literally any woman would've killed to have him. yet out of the people that threw themselves at him, he chose you. an unsuspecting wallflower.

it was second nature for him to make you feel like you're the center of his world. buying you expensive gifts, or drapping himself over you like a lovesick simpering fool.

and the way he cooed i love you's and sonnets in your sleep — he became your home, best friend and safe haven.

there's always a catch, you never saw when his smiles sharpened whenever someone tried to get too close. never questioned it why he needed to everywhere you went, and pushed you to always keep your phone close.

"communication is key, princess." — when in reality he had full access and was tracking it with manic focus.

at first it was cute when satoru got jealous, when his grip tightened around your waist when another man so much glanced your way.

it was protective of him and not possessive, right?

sooner or later, he subtly isolated and monopolized you. deleting messages from friends, people he didn't approve of, anyone who could plant the seed of doubt in you.

"not everyone has your best interests at heart, you're overthinking again. i'm just lookin' out for you." he'd kiss your forehead, reassuring you with a soft laugh.

he loves you, that's all that mattered. so when satoru brought up the idea of a family, how could you say no?

"you'd look so beautiful, round and glowing with our baby." he'd murmur against your the column of your neck. hearing you laugh, shy and flustered.

the thought of little fingers curling around yours and his. tiny, snowy tufts of hair with doe eyes. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

he played it slow. gentle. letting you believe it was your choice. as if he hadn't already decided for you. "birth control is bad for you anyway, messes up your hormones big time! don't you think it'd healthier to stop?"

one excuse, after another.

"if you're not ready, i'll use condoms."

satoru did it everytime you two had sėx. you saw him do it, he tore the package in front of you. with a grin, he rolled it on his huge cock already dribbling with strings of pre-cum.

then pressing you face down on the pillows with your ass arched high against his back. on all fours. he memorized each detail of your flawless little pussy. fuck me, she's already sopping wet.

"you gonna cum already? look at what you do to me.. nghh, i'm rock fucking hard." he hissed into your ear, his breathing was hot.

before he nudged the fat tip and snapping himself with a brutal stroke down to the hilt. he grinded his teeth, as he heard it pop. "fuckkkk, yes! ohhh, just like that.. angel!"

like a seasoned explorer, his fingers rubbed the small pearl of your clit with insistent circles, watching you tremble in time with each thrust. good fucking girl.

"just choke on daddy's cock, mhnn... here? hm? want me to keep hittin' this spot while i rub this pretty clit?" he tangled his knuckles on your hair, forcing himself deeper your cervix.

his pace became primal and erratic, hitting the deepest parts, going to your g-spot that made your eyes roll back. SLURPPP.

breeding, claiming and owning you was the only thing he wanted now. he kept himself in check, he can't afford to make you leave. not now or ever.

"yessss, yes—mmshit.. show me how well my pillow princess takes it." satoru kept your cries muffled, shoving your head on the sheets. drilling your cunt and brains out. THWACK. THWACK.

the idea of getting you pregnant was enough to make him go feral and cum.

he fucked you like the touch-starved man he was, sucking bruises on your skin while rutting inside you.

afterward, you'd lay boneless and gasping as you orgasm. he got up from the bed to grab a towel to wipe you down.

maybe you never would have noticed or none of this is wrong.

but there he was, in your shared bathroom, hunched over the counter. his fingers moved carefully, pressing a needle through another foil then the latex. over and over.

satoru had been poking holes in the condoms all this time.

the silence dragged on. until he tilted his head towards you, lips curling into an unconcerned smile. "y'caught me red-handed.. is it round two already, sweetness?"

muse's note: in preparation for kinktober. here we have, sintember. i don't romancise my work, removed the banners cuz i got semi-shadow banned 🤕

© The content of this fic is credited to gojosmuse on Tumblr. The story setting, elements and plots are created by them.

[violent-autumn]

MARRY ME—i mean—Uh, OMG MARRY ME

[violent-autumn]

╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ comfort ⚝ est. relationship ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ overwhelmed and tired gf ⚝ caring bf ⚝ neurodivergent girl ⚝ pampering session

the house was quiet when you came back, closing the door carefully after spending some time with your friends.

you plopped against the wall, your bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. as soon as you looked up, you found satoru standing in the corner with his arms crossed, and he was pouting.

he didn't mind you hanging out with your friends, but after seeing that picture on instagram in which you were hugging one of the men in the group of friends? nu-huh, missy, he didn't like that at all.

“documentation log, day one.” he said dramatically. “my girlfriend has returned after going in search of a new boyfriend. my fate? to perish alone.”

you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you really didn't know what to say to apologize properly. your ex used to be very confrontational when he got jealous; the very idea of you having male friends made him upset. naturally, you didn't want to upset satoru.

“i... i'm sorry, 'toru." you tightened your grip on the strap of the bag and then dropped it, walking towards him hesitantly. “don't... please, i don't want you to think that-”

“hey.” satoru interrupted you gently, walking up to you and grabbing your face gently. “i'm kidding. i'm not your ex. i'm not gonna question you for having friends.”

he went silent for a moment. “... nor for a hug.” he assured you with a smile and brushed his thumb on your lips. “the only thing that matters to me right now is that you came in exhausted.”

the tension in your shoulders melted little by little, so you hugged him and hid your face in your chest. it felt so good to be in his arms.

satoru hugged you back and without giving you time to react, he scooped you up, then went to the couch and grabbed your favorite blanket. he wrapped you carefully and, before covering you completely, grabbed a small bottle of perfume.

he sprayed some of his own on the fabric. the gesture made you blush, his scent was intoxicating and your brain associated it with a safe place.

“i'm gonna make you your favorite meal, princess.” he murmured after kissing your forehead, giving you a glance and holding back the small laugh that wanted to escape from his lips.

you looked so pretty wrapped up like a burrito.

you, half buried in the blanket, looked up with a mischievous, curious glint. “are you gonna make dino-nuggets?”

satoru nodded and puffed out his chest, he was very proud to be his girlfriend's hero. “my girl deserves the best in world cuisine.” after those words, he turned on the TV and put on a youtube video of fruits dancing to some music before finally going to the kitchen.

you let out a lazy giggle, shuffling your feet under the blanket to the beat of the song. it was a little embarrassing to know that it actually worked to make you feel slightly better, but with him you didn't need to hide any of the things you liked.

in the kitchen, satoru moved quickly; he prepared the nuggets, french fries, and your favorite beverage. when he returned a few minutes later, he was balancing the tray like an expert. “ta-da!” he exclaimed as he set it down on the coffee table. “i specialized in cooking my future wife's safe food.”

you stared at him, stopping the movement of your feet, and your cheeks lit up in a pretty pink blush. “are you proposing to me, babe?”

satoru stopped dead in his tracks, his face was frozen.

he remained silent, watching you as you blinked innocently, as if expectantly. he cleared his throat and sat down next to you, popping one of the french fries in your mouth. “better not talk, sweetie.” he tapped the tip of your nose, hiding his sudden nervousness.

he wasn't going to let that be the proposal, but he didn't dare tell you ‘no’—technically, it was a warning that someday he would. but it had to be special, not with some dino-nuggets.

resigning yourself to remain in doubt, you calmly continued eating and looked back at the screen. satoru watched you eat, restraining the urge to put more food in your mouth only to see your cheeks puffed out like the ones of a little hamster.

last time he tried that, you slapped his crotch by accident.

so instead, he leaned over and kissed your temple. and that's when he felt a sweet warmth in his chest, while whispering against your skin. “if you need it... i can give you a tight hug. sometimes a little bit of pressure helps.”

when you tried to slide your hands off the blanket to be the one holding the plate, satoru took the opportunity to shove a nugget in your mouth, interrupting you once again. yep, he was just as stubborn as you.

“nu-huh, me and the dinos don't like that. see?” he stroked your hair, taking a dino-nugget and making it nod. “when i'm tired, you can return the favor. now... you let me do this.”

you could feel how softly he said it, clinging to you and looking at you as if he were the only person in the world. in a way, you were. to satoru, you were unique and no one could ever compare to you.

“this is the least i can do for the one i love.” he said to you as he put an arm around your shoulders, placing the plate on his lap. you two didn't even realize you were looking at the screen as if you were watching a movie and not some fruits with faces on them.

you just looked down. it wasn't the first time satoru said he loved you, but you still weren't used to someone showing it with actions instead of using empty words. someone that instead of questioning you, he focused on taking care of you, protecting you.

and someone that knew you would do the same for him.

you didn't try to resist anymore and just chewed slowly, fiddling with your hands under the blanket that smelled of him and had that soft texture that comforted you. the same one he gave you on the second date since you were a couple, because he discovered that you liked it.

“i wanna marry you too, honey.” you kissed his cheek, then rested your head against his shoulder. he didn't say anything, because he was already planning the wedding.

── .✦ alaska's note: this is my first fic here so i'm kinda panicking 'cause idk how it'll be received, but i wanted to do this. this is self-indulgent 'cause, well, why not?

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