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sunmoonjune · 7 months

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pairing: poly!geto suguru x fem!reader x gojo satoru [jjk au]

warnings: jjk au! geto doesn't defect and everything is happy :)) cursing, periods, severe cramps, painkillers and mentions of taking more than you're supposed to (three instead of two), lots of talk of pain, mentions of vomiting, passing out, panic, mentions of death, mentions of burning yourself, probably ooc megumi but he's a kid here (probably gojo too but I can't not write him soft), family au!, megumi tsumiki and the twins are here!, probably taking liberties on how gojo's technique works but oops, this is for the girlies with severe period symptoms :'), major hurt/comfort

word count: 12.5k

a/n: drops this and yells "scatter!" and disappears back into seclusion. I did not proofread this :)

Gojo Satoru has never woken up so terrified in his life.

It’s a horrifying thing; to wake up lurching from your sheets as the love of your life cries out in panic just a few hours past midnight. For a moment, Satoru thinks he’s dying – or that he should be – because as he rips his sheets away from his legs, racing to his feet with his pulse already roaring in his eardrums, he turns to find Geto Suguru crumbling to his knees. The dark-haired man is the one who shouted, his hands fumbling to grasp another figure, their body limp and hanging useless in Suguru’s arms.

It’s your frame, clutched tight in Suguru’s big hands, that steals the breath from Satoru’s lungs. Ripping any semblance of oxygen right from his chest, the Six Eyes user is left stumbling on his feet to reach his spouses as they crumble to the floor – you limp in Suguru’s grip as you fall unconscious.

Suguru shouts, a desperate cry of your name as he finally sinks to the bathroom floor, urgently scrambling to cradle your weight against him and support your figure. When he’s settled on the ground, a hand carefully cradling your face, Suguru looks up at Satoru, panic in his features and his heart in his throat. For a tense second, neither man speaks, too terrified to properly ascertain the situation. Then, Satoru chokes out a desperate question as he stumbles into the doorframe, clutching the wood until he swears it could splinter beneath his hands.

“What happened?”

But let’s rewind a moment, shall we?

It starts two hours after midnight – well, it starts long before that, but it’s that moment you finally decide to pull yourself from the sheets and stumble into the bathroom. That moment, the one of shortened breaths and a weak whimper, is the one to incite the inferno that will wake Gojo Satoru in an hour or so.

You’ve been awake for hours. Sleep was a stubborn thing; an obstinate, pig-headed bastard that wouldn’t allow you the mercy of relief even hours after you’ve been awake clutching your stomach and trying desperately not to cry.

It’s agony. Beginning in your left side and rippling through the entirety of your stomach and down your legs, the cramping sensation seizes you with another tight fist and squeezes. It’s agony, and it’s been keeping you awake for hours.

Your period is merciless.

You’ve always had terrible cramps. That was a notion you had grown used to when you were young. Painkillers could only do so much, and you hated to have to take as many as you did just to function near normally. The first day of shark week was always terrible, but this? This was pure agony, and you were nearing your breaking point.

It festered for hours in your stomach, sending cramps through your form in catastrophic waves and pushing against your belly until you thought you were truly going to die. The urge to use the restroom is horrible, but each time you drag yourself to the ensuite bathroom, you sit there as another wave of agony nearly pulls you to your knees. You’re sweaty and tired, figure quivering as another rippling cramp seizes your legs, and you’ve never wanted anything more than the sweet relief of slumber.

Nothing seems to help.

A hot water bottle is pressed against your stomach, the liquid inside near boiling as you clutch it against your bare skin – a bad idea, you know, but the sensation of the burn is nowhere near as terrible as the cramps. You’ve downed three painkillers a few hours ago, probably another bad idea, but you’re desperate now.

You don’t want to wake Suguru or Satoru. It’s a Sunday night, and you know they both have work early tomorrow morning. They have to get the kids to school too. The four of your children always pile into one of your husband’s nice cars just a few hours past dawn. The kids get dropped off at primary school on their way to work, since it’s just around the corner from Jujutsu High.

You can’t tear their few precious hours of sleep away from them.

Not for this.

There’s nothing they can do – nothing you can do but sit and try to ride out the waves of crippling agony until they finally stop.

You’ve done this before. These cramps aren’t new. You can deal with them on your own.

Can’t you?

But as you repress a broken sob, pulling yourself away from the silk of your sheets and into the bathroom once more, you’re not quite sure.

When you reach the ensuite bathroom, another cramp surges through you and the tears you’ve been desperately withholding finally burst forth. Pressing your weight into the wall as the door slides shut, you click the lock and finally allow yourself to crumple. Your head pushes into your knees as you sob, trying to keep your cries quiet and muffled against your hand as the other clutches the hot water bottle against the throb of your stomach.

You’re tired. You’re tired and you’re in so much pain that your fingers tremble and your legs shake. It’s awful, and you just want to sleep.

But your uterus must hate you, because your stomach lurches and you scramble to lean over the toilet as you dry heave. You’ve never vomited on your period, but it sure does feel like you will.

Your skin itches. From the sweat or the general grime, you don’t know, but you hate it. Your chest shakes with another sob and your fists squeeze tight as you whine out a horrible sound of agony. It’s too much and you wish it would just stop. Leaning back against the wall, you sigh out a choked sound as you curl into yourself.

“Stop,” you whine brokenly, too defeated to even understand who you’re pleading to. “Please stop.”

Geto Suguru wakes up a few moments later.

He doesn’t know what pulls him from slumber at first. His brow furrows as consciousness returns, a deep breath leaving his nose as he sighs and takes in the feeling of body weight pressed into his chest. It’s a muscular figure, long and tall, so it must be Satoru. He’s pressed into Suguru’s stomach, body curled small in a near comical way as he attempts to tuck himself beneath Suguru’s chin. The long-haired man nearly huffs a chuckle as he pries open his tired eyes to see his partner.

Suguru runs a loving hand over the mess of pale white strands that fall into Satoru’s eyes, his lips quirking upwards softly as he smiles. Satoru nuzzles closer in his sleep, letting out a happy sigh as Suguru runs his nails through the other’s undercut. Then Suguru shifts, turning over his shoulder slowly to find you as his hand reaches out to pull you closer.

But you’re not there.

Suguru startles. Jolting silently as his heart skips a frightened beat, the sorcerer’s eyes rip open as they dilate. His hand finds an empty bed, the sheets cold and the imprint of your figure long lost. Suguru carefully untangles himself from his lover’s long limbs, his long, dark hair falling into his eyes as he sits upright.

“Baby?” his deep, tired voice rumbles in question. Where are you? He nearly asks, heart pounding in his chest. Are the kids okay?

Suguru knew it was weird you had chosen to sleep on the edge of the bed tonight. You’re usually more than happy to bury yourself in between them, cuddling close and nuzzling into their chests as you try to pull yourself even tighter into their embrace.

But last night, you gently pushed Suguru into your place, offering him a wave of your hand and a lame excuse as to why you wanted to sleep on the outside. Something about not wanting to sleep yet, he remembers.

He waits a moment, hoping you’ve just gotten up to use the restroom and you’ll return to them soon. The sound of Satoru’s quiet breaths echo through the space, and has to fill the long seconds by tracing his fingers over his lover’s back. Tracing gentle lines over the defined muscles, Suguru sighs softly and tries to calm his racing pulse.

A minute passes. Then another. And one more – until Suguru isn’t sure how long he’s been waiting.

Then Suguru cannot resist the swell of panic that ripples through his stomach.

His heart lurches in his chest as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, too panicked to offer Satoru more than a hushed sound and a stroke over his back when he tiredly mumbles in protest.

“‘M just gettin’ up for a sec,’” he mumbles quietly, swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees the light in the bathroom on. “I’ll be back, love.”

Satoru grumbles something else, but is soothed when Suguru presses a gentle kiss to his brow.

“M’kay,” Satoru sighs, easily falling back asleep as he snuggles into the warmth Suguru left behind on the bed. If he wasn’t so worried, Suguru would smile, his heart clenching tight in his chest as he watches Satoru curl into his spot with a soft sound.

When Suguru stands, adjusting his sweats as he quietly makes his way to the bathroom, he pulls his hair from his eyes. Brushing the strands over his bare shoulder, he sighs as he fiddles for a hair tie in his pocket. He doesn't find one, so he simply pushes the dark strands back from his brow, letting them fall behind him and settle against his bare back.

You’ve always liked it when his hair is loose anyway.

Suguru knocks on the bathroom door first. It’s quiet, but you should be able to hear it. When you don’t respond, Suguru frowns and tries again. Knocking gently once more, he swallows as another wave of panic curls in his stomach.

“Sweetheart?” he tries quietly, voice still rumbling deeply from the slumber he was pulled from. “You’ve been in there a while, honey. Are you alright?”

Still, you don’t respond.

You want to. Of course you want to. It’s Suguru, and you don’t want to worry him.

But the waves of agonizing cramps have stolen your voice. All you can do is sit still and breathe. You feel utterly useless. There’s nothing you can do but control the slow pace of your breaths in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the crippling sensation radiating from your stomach.

You want to respond – tell him you’re alright, tell him something, but the agony seals your lips shut. It’s horrible and another wave of tears spill from your tired eyes. You hate it. You wish you would stop crying; it’s not helping and it only makes you feel weak.

“Baby? I’m gettin’ worried.”

All you can manage is a sad, weak sound in response. It leaves your lips in more a sob than a hum, and you muffle the tears that shiver through you after.

“Honey!” Suguru murmurs worriedly, trying to twist the handle of the door, only to curse when he discovers it’s locked. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

He shifts on his feet, lifting a hand to pull on the strands on his hair to soothe some of his panic. The sound you manage in response is another broken hum, and it only worsens the thundering pulse of Suguru’s heart. His gut twists as he tries the knob again, as if a few seconds will have changed the status of the lock.

You whine and Suguru swears his heart cracks. His head presses against the door as his eyes squeeze shut, fist still closed around the handle.

“Can you open the door f’me, sweetheart?” he murmurs desperately. “‘M really worried about you.”

Your eyes close, the watery burn rendering them useless as you sniffle. You huff around another breath of pain, pushing your head further into your knees. Trembling softly as your skin flushes, you battle against the waves of agony and the flash of heat that makes you feel sickly. Another wave of nausea ripples in your gut, and you remember how awful you must look.

Your hair is plastered against your head and your neck and you must look a mess. Wearing a pair of oversized sweats and one of Suguru’s shirts, you feel utterly gross. More than anything you want to open the door and let Suguru take you in his arms. Cuddling into his firm chest and feeling his big arms wrap around you would probably feel nice, but you’re all too aware of how sickly you must look.

You don’t want him to see you like this: sweaty, messy and sick as you curl in on yourself as you weep through another terrible cramp. You just want to sleep – you want it to stop, everything needs to stop.

Suguru hums out another question, but you don’t really hear it. It’s not until you hear the lilt of panic in his voice and his voice fiddling with the handle of the door do you manage to find your voice.

“Sugu…”

He startles. Head darting up to the door in front of him, Suguru breathes a sigh of relief and chokes out your name.

“Open the door, darling,” he whispers softly. “Please…”

You shake your head even though you know he can’t see it. Frowning as you sniffle, you lick your lips to taste salt and the disgusting hint of snot. You’re a mess, and you don’t want him to see you.

“No, Sugu,” you manage to mutter, head knocking back to rest against the wall as you continue to focus on breathing through your mouth. You visibly shiver through another cramp, this time seizing and whining as it echoes through your legs.

Suguru bites down on his lip, feeling another sliver of his heart crack at the broken sound of your voice. It pains him, your defeated sigh. He desperately wants to comfort you, to bring you into his chest and kiss your tears away. His hands ache to touch your skin, to feel the warmth he knows by heart. Closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against the wood of the door, Suguru sighs and swallows as he speaks again.

“Why not?” he murmurs worriedly, voice clipping words from fatigue pulling at his figure. “I need t’know you’re alright, my love.”

“Don’t wan’ you t’see me.”

Suguru’s head tilts and the lump in his throat swells. Heart clenching sadly, one of his hands lifts to rest on the door, as if he can reach you on the other side if he tries hard enough. He knows he can get through this door if he really wanted. It would be too easy for him to splinter the frame with his strength alone, and he has more than one curse at his disposal that could pick a lock smoothly.

It’s the sound of your voice that holds him back.

You’re so… tired. You’re broken whisper echoes through the wooden door with a sad coo, and it makes Suguru’s chest ache.

“My sweet girl…” Suguru whispers, fingers trailing across the wood like they’re desperate to stroke across your cheek. “Why don’t you want me to see you?”

You frustratedly sigh, cursing the tears that continue to track down your cheeks. No matter what you do, they keep dripping over your skin in tiny rivulets, staining your face with tracks of dried salt. You wipe them away but they’re quickly replaced by another stream.

You just want to sleep.

“I don’t feel good, Sugu,” you sigh tiredly, voice quivering around tears. It’s pathetic – how watery you sound. You wish you were stronger. “I look bad and I don’t want wan’ t’keep you an’ Toru awake.”

You don’t feel good? He nearly questions. Why didn’t you wake me?

But all he does is sigh softly, fists clenching against the door. For a moment he contemplates waking Satoru, knowing you probably won’t be able to resist them both. Though, when he turns over his shoulder, Suguru sees the bags beneath his lover’s eyes and the tired slump of his form in their sheets.

Satoru needs his sleep. It’s difficult enough for him to find slumber when the Six Eyes strains him dry.

Suguru lets him rest.

He murmurs your name again, his eyes closing as he continues to rest against the door.

“I’m in love with you, you know?” Suguru sighs sweetly, his lips lifting slightly to reveal a fond smile. “You could never ‘look bad’ to me, my darling.”

Shifting on his feet and looking up at the ceiling, his shoulders sag as he worries. What if you don’t open the door? He’s considering settling on the floor with his back against the door when he whispers again.

“And you don’t need t’worry about keepin’ me awake, alright? I want you t’come to me when you’re not feeling good.”

He pauses once, dropping his hand from the knob as he breathes.

“I worry about you, honey,” he finishes. “I just need to know you’re okay.”

You sniffle, feeling the cramp finally seep away to nothing. They’re not over, you can feel another wave rising from beneath the last, but at least they offer you a single moment to reach up and twist the lock.

It’s too much for you to handle alone.

You want to bury yourself in Suguru’s strong arms and weep as the pain shivers through you. If there’s nothing you can do to soothe the agony, then at least you won’t be alone.

“Okay.”

Suguru hears the lock click.

Gasping softly, he pulls himself upright and reaches down to grip the handle of the door with a skip of his heart. He was pondering waiting outside the door in the fading light of the moon when you whispered the tired word. His chest aches when he twists the knob, pulling the door open to reveal your figure.

You’re curled on the floor, calves crossed and legs pulled into your chest as you bury your head into your knees. Your arms wrap around yourself, one hand clutching the hot water bottle pressed tightly to your stomach.

Suguru frowns, his heart thumping sadly as you weep out another broken sound. His entire body aches in a way he cannot describe, physically pained at the choked sounds of agony leaving your lips. He’s already on his knees at your side when you lift your head, looking up at him through your tears and your lip quivering in a way he knows you cannot control.

He’s never seen you look so hurt.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he coos quietly, putting the pieces together as you shiver through another wave of crippling cramps, hand squeezing tight around your leg – your period. “You’re not alright.”

“No,” you weep, shaking your head with watery eyes leaking salty droplets down your cheeks, and you suck in a shaking breath as your fists clench. Your brow furrows as your eyelids squeeze shut, unable to mask the pain as it ripples through you. Suguru’s face softens into an expression of pain, frowning sadly. You have a high pain tolerance for your period cramps – he knows that. You’ve had painful periods your whole life, and he and Satoru have seen you conceal the agony in your features for years.

This is a knife to his heart.

You can’t conceal the sweat on your brow, nor the tremble of your fingers and the painful gasp of breath you suck in when the pain returns tenfold.

“It hurts, Sugu…”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers sadly, desperately wishing there’s something he can do to stall the agony. “C’mere, honey.”

Suguru’s mouth twists into an expression of pain, and he carefully wraps an arm around your shoulders. Pulling you away from the wall, the dark-haired man maneuvers you into his chest as he sits onto the floor. You twist into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his frame as you weep softly into his bare chest, caring little for the tears that stain his skin. Suguru could care less. He’s far too worried about the expression plastered onto your features and the shiver that trembles through you.

“How long have you been up?” he whispers as he cradles you in his lap, hand stroking over your hair and strong arm wrapping around you.

You shake your head and Suguru’s frown deepens – if it’s even possible.

“Haven’t slept yet.”

Suguru’s hair falls into his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss between your brows. He stays there, breathing through his noses as he continues to lay tiny kisses to your forehead. His eyes screw shut, hand stroking over your cheek as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace.

Your skin is warm, flushed with heat and your hair sticks to your forehead in a way Suguru knows must make you feel sickly. He carefully strokes the strands away and kisses the skin beneath with a soft sigh.

“Have you been awake all night?” he finally whispers, voice deep and quietly sad. “With cramps like this?”

You nod into his chest, wincing again and closing your eyes as you sob through another agonizing cramp. Your legs shake as you tuck them into yourself together, trying desperately to push the hot water bottle deeper into your skin.

“Oh, baby…” he sighs, leaning back to rest against the wall and pull you back into him. He strokes another hand across your face, thumbing the space between your brows when he sees the way they’re scrunched. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

You sigh and breathe a few times to steady yourself, slowly loosening your fists when Suguru pries your fingers open to intertwine his own around yours. He pulls your hands into his chest, tucking them by his heart so you can feel the pulse of his heart. He hopes you don’t notice how quick it’s beating. He’s still worried. Suguru cannot help the way his heart lurches when you wince. As if each throb of agony is his own, Suguru buries his face closer to your own, clutching onto your hand and not faltering when you tighten your grip to counter the waves of pain echoing through you.

“You’ve got work in the morning,” you pant quietly, voice still watery and weak. “And you an’ Toru gotta’ take the kids.”

“Honey…” he sighs sweetly. “You’re in pain… I want you t’wake me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. No amount of sleep could soothe me if you’re hurt and alone.”

You manage a hum in response, face still screwed shut and Suguru frowns when you muffle another sob as a cramp seizes you once more.

“Okay, baby… Okay,” he whispers, rocking you into him a little in an attempt to distract you. Now is not the time for a lecture, he supposes.“You’re alright, darling. You’re gonna be alright.”

He hates the sound of your tears.

When you shudder through another agonizing sound, Suguru’s face crumples. He’s never felt so useless. You’re in agony, and he can do nothing to fix it.

“You took your painkillers?”

You nod again, weeping into his chest and squeezing his hand tight.

“Three,” you mumble tiredly, focusing on the feeling of Suguru’s warm, bare chest pressed against your skin. It’s grounding and you don’t want to move. “They aren’t working.”

“How long ago?”

He doesn't want to pester you with questions, but he’s desperately pulling at strings, hoping one will grant him the solution to your pain.

“Midnight,” you manage. You wince again, and Suguru peppers kisses along your hairline, gently hushing you. You curl tighter into yourself, desperately huffing as the pain continues to swell higher. It feels like it will break at any moment, but it just… doesn’t. The agony continues to rise, as if there is no limit to its torment. The cramping sensation just comes back again and again, until you’re sure that there’s something wrong. How can a period be so painful?

“It hurts so bad, Sugu,” you cry, reaching the end of your tether. You’re desperate for the ache to stop, but it feels like there’s no point of end in sight. “I just want it to stop…”

Suguru feels his stomach twist, heart crying out in a pattern of your name. He pulls you tighter, a wave of his own tears swelling behind his eyes. Your cries chip at his heart, pieces of his soul falling apart in your agony. He wishes he could do something – use some kind of technique to null the pain, to soothe you, anything.

“I know, honey,” he soothes, cradling you closer and rubbing his finger over your cheek as he murmurs into your hairline. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more. I’m sorry I can’t take this from you.”

You shake your head, clutching him tight as you attempt to focus on your breaths again. Hand wrapped tightly around his own, you try to use his touch as a grounding sensation. Eventually, the lulling motion of his finger over your cheek and his lips at your hairline soothe some of the tension beneath your skin. You relax into his touch despite the continuous waves of cramps still panging through your stomach.

“Just stay,” you weep, lifting your other hand from your stomach to clutch behind Suguru’s head. You hold onto his neck, burying your fingers in his soft hair and desperately inhale his familiar scent. Suguru is familiar – he’s safe. “Please…”

You don’t have to worry about anything as long as Suguru and Satoru are around.

“Always, sweetheart,” he whispers against you, dropping the hand at your cheek to press your hot water bottle into your stomach for you. “Always. You don’t have t’ask.”

His large hand keeps your bottle in place, spreading across your stomach and rubbing soothing circles into your waist with his thumb. His hand is big enough to settle on your stomach and the fabric of your hot water bottle.

Suguru hates this. He hates seeing you in pain. He hates that all he can do is sit and press delicate kisses to your hairline as you writhe in agony. It physically pains him to be unable to help – to have to watch as one of the loves of his life suffers.

Suguru buries his nose into your hair and kisses you once more, whispering sweet words of encouragement and humming in an attempt to distract you. He loves you so much, and he hopes you know that.

“You’re doing so well, my darling.”

Eventually, the wave passes, and you limply release your intense grip on his fingers and relax into his hold. It’s a slow process. Finally succumbing to some brief glimpse of exhaustion, you slip loosely into Suguru’s hold and trust him to catch you. There will be another cramp soon, but at least this one is over. You breathe out a sigh and look up at Suguru with tears on your lashes.

Strands of his dark hair fall into his eyes, and Suguru has never looked more beautiful to you. Sitting on the bathroom floor with you three hours past midnight, no shirt and a loose pair of sweats on his hips (ones he’s not sure are his own), and Suguru has never looked so endearing. The way he looks down at you, bangs dangling in front of his dark eyes and full lips leaning down to kiss your face gently; he’s princely.

Your heart finally slows to an acceptable pace as Suguru leans down, and you close your eyes as he lays a soft kiss to one of your eyelids. His full lips peck sweetly against one, then he leans away to kiss the other. Your eyes well with tears again, but this time you think they’re for a different reason.

“Hi,” he whispers sweetly, lips lifting to show you that tiny smile of his that makes your heart do funny things. You’re too tired to offer much more than a sigh and a quirk of your lips, but Suguru is grateful for the expression all the same.

“Hi, Sugu.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

You shake your head, sighing quietly as you shift.

“Not really.”

Suguru frowns again, and you’re tempted to lift your thumbs to pull his lips upwards again. Suguru looks so much prettier when he smiles.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispers. “Do you wanna get off the floor, at least? The bed’s much more comfortable and Toru’s gonna start worrying soon.”

You figure now is the best time to try moving, so you nod. There’s probably only a few minutes between these waves of terrible cramps, so you’ll take the moment you have to get back into bed.

“M’kay,” you sigh tiredly. Suguru's expression softens for a reason you don’t understand, but the sorcerer fondly smiles as he thinks of the same sound Satoru had made just minutes before.

“Alright, love. Let’s get you up, alright?”

You nod again, allowing Suguru to unwind his limbs from yours. He softly chuckles when you whine as his fingers unlace from your own, but readjusts his grip to carefully pull you to stand. He holds his other hand out, tenderly helping you stand.

“Careful…” he whispers. “Go slow, baby.”

Your head spins as you stand and you lift a hand to press against your temple. The rolling tide of nausea in your stomach had quelled for the time being, but the tremble of your legs is still too apparent. You step forward shakily, reaching out to grasp Suguru’s outstretched hand with a grateful smile. He returns the look with soft eyes and nods sweetly as he allows you to step out of the bathroom first.

When he’s certain you can stand on your own, Suguru turns over his shoulder to turn off the bathroom light and shut the door.

But he only gets so far.

Suddenly, you inhale sharply. Freezing in place, your body curls inwards on itself as a blinding swell of cramps overtakes your form. This one is sharp and crippling, radiating down your legs until even your calves feel weak. Your body is suddenly too hot, and the air is far too cold. Shivers trickle down your spine and you feel that all too familiar bolt of stifling panic strike through your chest. It runs through the entirety of your figure, sizzling beneath your skin and striking each nerve it passes. You feel that terrible curl of your stomach and the waves of oncoming panic filter through you.

You sway on your feet.

Something’s wrong. And it’s making you panic.

You open your mouth, lip quivering as you attempt to croak out a plea of Suguru’s name, but nothing comes. Some tired, broken whine leaves your lips instead – a desperate cry for help, for Suguru.

When Suguru turns around, head whipping over his shoulder sharply, he expects to see you headed towards his side of the bed. Instead, he’s met with your body swaying slightly as you pant and shiver. Suguru thinks his heart stops.

Then your body stills, and you crumple.

“Baby!”

Suguru throws himself forward, just managing to grab your figure as it goes limp. He sways, shifting your weight into his arms and panicking as you continue to sink into the floor. Your body is dead weight in his hands, still shivering but cold and unmoving.

He’s going to be sick.

His stomach curls as bile spills onto the back of his tongue, and Suguru can hear his heart pound in his ears. The lump is back in his throat, swelling until he can barely suck in a desperate breath to calm his panicked heart. Fuck, he’s never been so scared.

“Baby, oh fuck!” he cries, voice no longer quiet and delicate. Suguru openly shouts, desperately trying to carefully maneuver you to the floor, but his mind is screaming thousands of things at him at once. All he can hear is the roaring in his eardrums. His eyes scan over your limp figure and Suguru swears his heart cracks. He can feel it; deep within his chest, a splinter finally cleaves open.

“Oh my god, okay,” Suguru chokes out, carefully cradling you as he sinks to his knees. “You’re alright, okay? I’ve got you, honey.”

He doesn’t know what to do. His heart is pounding and his soul is openly weeping. There are tears welling in his eyes and dragging down the pristine skin of his cheeks.

Suguru doesn't know what to do.

“Okay,” he whispers frightfully. “Okay…”

You’re laying on your back, facing the ceiling, and the way your blank expression stares back at him makes him nauseous.

“Sweetheart?” he calls carefully, brushing a hand over your cheek to push hair away from your face. “Baby, c’mon…”

You don’t respond. There’s not even a twitch in your brow or a flick of your fingers. You’re unconscious. Suguru’s heart accelerates again, pounding until he thinks it might burst from his bony rib cage. He turns over his shoulder with a broken cry, calling for the one person he so urgently needs.

“Satoru!”

His voice is panicked, shouted with a guttural cry and he thinks it might echo through the house, but Suguru vaguely hopes he doesn't wake the kids.

“Satoru, wake up!”

But Satoru is already awake.

Lurching forward in the bed, the Six Eyes user is already throwing the sheets away from his legs as he scans the room. His technique is activated, and Suguru can feel the familiar curtain of Infinity wrap around his body.

“Suguru?” Satoru calls as he stands, his body tense and prepared to fight. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Suguru doesn’t have the chance to respond, because Satoru steps forward and his crystalline eyes find his lover’s hunched figure crouched in the doorway of the bathroom, bent over the body of their wife. You’re limp on the floor, hair sprawled out beneath you as Suguru cradles your head and glances up at his partner with desperate, fearful eyes.

Satoru thinks he’s dying.

It’s the only possible explanation for the lack of oxygen in his lungs and the stuttered pulse of his heart. His legs wane at his knees, nearly propelling him into the floor, but Satoru manages to keep himself upright as he throws his hands forward to brace himself on the bathroom doorway.

“What…?” Satoru whispers breathily, voice uncharacteristically quiet – uncharacteristically weak. “What happened?”

His Six Eyes are activated, flickering over every crevice of your form. They’re urgent, desperate to find the source of your pain. When they find nothing, Satoru swallows back a sound of desperation.

“She passed out,” Suguru whispers plainly, panic evident in the quiver of his voice. “She started her period early, Toru. She’s in so much pain…”

Satoru feels his knees wane again. His heart can’t take much more of this. She’s in pain? His soul cries.

“She’s been laying on the bathroom floor crying,” his lover mumbles, stroking a hand over your cheekbone as a tear drips into his mouth. “I shouldn’t have asked her t’get up – she was weak and I didn’t think –”

“Suguru.”

The dark-haired sorcerer stops. Lifting his head to stare up at Satoru, Suguru frowns.

“This isn’t your fault, Suguru,” Satoru whispers, trying desperately to keep himself calm. His heart is in his throat and his pulse roars, but he cannot allow himself to weaken. Suguru needs him – you need him.

“She’s not waking up…”

Satoru sucks in a breath, his hands curling into the doorframe and gripping the wood until he thinks it will splinter beneath his grip. And it might. Satoru has to be mindful of the strength he uses.

‘She’s not waking up.’ The phrase echoes through his head until it’s the only thing he can process. You’re not waking up. His wife isn’t waking up.

“Is she…” Satoru doesn't even know if he can say what he wants to know – what he needs to know. The words make him ill. “Is she breathing?”

Suguru chokes out a desperate sound. He hadn’t even considered…

And he doesn't want to.

His hand seizes one of yours, wrapping tightly around your fingers as he pulls it into his chest as he did before. He pleads for you to wake up and feel his heart pulse against your fingers again, just as you had minutes ago. He delicately thumbs over your pulse point, hand sliding down your neck where he cradles your cheek.

Suguru openly weeps when the thumping beat of your heart races beneath his fingers in greeting.

“Yeah…” he sobs out weakly, pushing his forehead into your chest. “Yeah, she’s breathing.”

Satoru sags in relief.

“Okay,” he covers his mouth with one of his palms, trying to suppress the broken sound that nearly leaves him. “Okay, that’s good.”

Before either man can ascertain what to do, there's rustling at the doorway. It’s a quiet sound, just a soft coo and the creak of the door as it slides open. Satoru’s head whips around, his fingers twitching to activate his technique when he falters.

Because seven year old Fushiguro Megumi stands in the doorway: his son.

Megumi’s clutching a plush dog, one that looks remarkably familiar to his Divine Dogs. The soft, dark fur is cradled in his hands as he hugs the stuffed animal to his chest. The plush nearly conceals him entirely, and his dark, spiky hair pokes out over the red mark on the dog’s forehead. It’s a matching toy – the dark one was a gift from Suguru while the white counterpart came from Satoru. They were presents (custom-made plushies) ordered by his fathers when Megumi successfully summoned his Divine Dogs for the first time.

Satoru still whines when Megumi prefers the dark stuffed animal to the white one. But Satoru doesn't know that Megumi snuggles the alabaster-coated dog when he’s gone on long missions. The boy barely goes anywhere without it until his father comes home.

“What’s goin’ on?” Megumi tiredly mumbles, one of his hands lifting to rub at his eyes as he yawns. His too big shirt, one of Satoru’s shirts from their youth, hangs over his frame and covers his knees. You were the one to tuck your son into bed last night, and Satoru doesn’t have the moment to fondly think of his boy asking to wear one of his dad’s shirts to bed.

Satoru sucks in a quiet breath, quickly glancing over his shoulder at Suguru. His husband is still on the bathroom floor, bent over your unconscious figure, but he looks up at Satoru with a silent nod. He’s alright. You’re alright.

Satoru sighs and turns back to Megumi, suddenly glad the ensuite bathroom is hidden from the doorway to their bedroom. He doesn't want Megumi to see his mother unconscious, or his fathers’ panic. He doesn’t want Megumi to see him scared. Satoru is his father – he needs to show his son that everything is going to be alright.

Swallowing down his tempered fear, Satoru tries to conceal the quiver of his voice when he responds to his son.

“It’s –” Satoru stops. He can’t say ‘it’s nothing.’ Because it’s not nothing; and he won’t lie to his son. “It’s alright, Megumi.”

That’s what he decides to say instead. Satoru breathes through his nose deeply as he tries not to turn back over his shoulder to check on you again.

“Mama’s just having some cramps, she’ll be okay.”

Megumi nods. He knows what Satoru means, because Geto Suguru would be damned before he raised a son that thinks menstruation was ‘gross.’ Megumi doesn’t know everything – he’s still a kid, afterall. He does know, however, that his mother is plagued with terrible pain once a month, and that it’s completely natural to talk about it.

Megumi toddles on his feet, the fatigue of the early morning hour making him uncharacteristically soft. He’s usually quite stoic for a kid, exhibiting the same, blank sort of look impassively. But no matter how quiet, you and the boys are well-adept at deciphering your kid’s feelings by now.

With sleep tugging at his eyes, Megumi paws at his tired lids and yawns sweetly. Shifting his balance again, the boy looks up at Satoru with a tiny, sweet frown.

“Mama’s hurting?” he pouts, bottom lip sticking out slightly. His fists tighten around his stuffed dog, eyes shifting around Satoru to try to get a glimpse of you. Fortunately, Suguru has already readjusted you in his arms and you’re both hidden in the ensuite bathroom.

“Yeah…” Satoru coughs to conceal the tremor of his voice. “Yeah, Mama’s hurting a little. But she’s strong, remember? She’ll be alright, her cramps will go away soon.”

He doesn’t know if his words are an attempt to convince Megumi or himself.

From behind Satoru, Suguru strokes another thumb over your cheekbone. He inhales a shaking breath as he feels the frightful warmth of your skin.

“C’mon…” he whispers in the tiny space that separates you. “Wake up, sweetheart. Let me see those pretty eyes again.”

Swallowing thickly, Suguru’s throat bobs as a tear begins to leak down his cheek.

“Please.”

He’s lost. Suguru doesn’t know what to do other than count the seconds since you’ve gone still in his arms. Each one feels longer than the last, but Suguru continues to count them. He doesn’t know why he does it. Perhaps some part of him thinks there is a certain point at which he’ll need to call for help. Is there a distinct period of time that has to pass before you need medical attention?

Suguru curses himself for not paying enough attention to Shoko’s basic first-aid lessons.

Satoru’s head flicks over his shoulder, crystalline-blue eyes finding your face as his heart clenches again. He’s conflicted. More than anything, he wants to drop to his knees at your side, just as Suguru has. He wants to clutch your remaining hand and feel the pulse of your heart as a reminder that you’re still there – still breathing. His heart hurts; torn between lingering at your side and comforting his son.

But then Satoru remembers the way you look at your kids. He recalls the fond crease of your eyes when you beam down at them, smiles shining and hands drawing them into you for an embrace. You love your kids more than anything, even though you’ve only had them for a few years now. Even though they’re not your biological kids, even though they’re not babies, and despite not even wanting children before them; they’re your pride and joy.

Satoru finds the strength within him to smile fondly. He knows you would be pushing him in Megumi’s direction if you had any semblance of consciousness right now.

Satoru tries not to frown at the reminder of your state.

Turning on his feet, Satoru steps away from the door, even as his heart cries out for him to return to your side. The remainder of his heart calls for his son – his boy, who is beginning to worry about his mother. It’s evident in the way Megumi shifts on his feet, fiddling with the soft fur of his stuffed pup.

When Satoru drops to his knees in front of Megumi, he spreads his arms wide in an invitation. He doesn’t expect Megumi to accept; he rarely does. Satoru is affectionate, it’s a sentiment clear as day, and Megumi usually prefers to avoid physical touch. He’s shy that way.

So Satoru is fondly surprised when Megumi toddles tiredly on his feet as he leans into his father’s embrace. Wrapping his arms tight around his son, Satoru stands from the floor with his heart beginning to return to a normal pace. Having Megumi in his arms is a comfort that soothes some of his rampaging nerves. The knowledge that the rest of his family is safe is a notion that eases some of the tension in his shoulders. Satoru knows he won’t find sleep for the rest of the night if he doesn’t peek into the girl’s room later to ensure they’re sleeping peacefully.

“It’s alright, Gumi,” Satoru whispers softly, stroking a hand through the spiky strands of the boy’s hair. Megumi rests his head on Satoru’s shoulder with a sigh. “Why did you wake up so early, bud?”

Megumi wraps an arm around Satoru’s neck, the other still cradling his pup between them. He closes his eyes and sighs sleepily once more as he mumbles in response.

“Heard Dad yell,” he tiredly whispers. He fiddles with a strand of Satoru’s white hair before he sheepishly continues. “I was scared…”

Satoru tries his hardest not to tease the boy. He knows it’s in his nature to make light of situations with humor, but Satoru also understands that this, perhaps, is not the time. Despite wanting to make Megumi feel better by laughing off the problem, Satoru also remembers the horrible strike of panic that had bolted through him when he heard Suguru yell.

Waking up to Suguru crying out for you as you collapsed was horrifying, and Satoru can only imagine how frightening it was for Megumi.

“Oh Gumi, I’m sorry,” Satoru whispers, rocking on his feet in an attempt to comfort the boy. Even though Megumi isn’t a baby, Satoru cannot help the instinctive sway of his feet as he runs a hand through his hair. “Dad didn’t mean to shout, pup. He was just worried about Mom.”

Megumi nods softly, snuggling closer to Satoru’s chest in a way that makes the father’s heart ache.

“Can I… Can I help?” Megumi quietly questions, words spoken only for his father to hear. “Mom always makes me feel better when I’m sick.”

Megumi mumbles something else; something that sounds like ‘don’t wan’ mom t’feel bad,’ but it’s muffled into Satoru’s neck and he barely catches it.

Satoru smiles despite the panic still roaring in his chest. The way Megumi calls you ‘mom’ and Suguru ‘dad’ has always made him a little emotional. It took more than a year for Megumi to truly grow comfortable in your makeshift family, but eventually the boy’s cautious exterior melted away into what he really was: a kid looking for a home – a family. He was abandoned for God’s sake, Satoru knows the kid was guarded when he found him. And he had every right to be.

But in just a few short years, Megumi has begun to call Tsumiki and the twins his sisters and on rare occasions, he’ll call Satoru his father. However, he knows those nights will always end in Satoru smothering him with affections and playful teases so he refrains from doing it often. Satoru does not take offense; he knows Megumi is shy.

“Yeah, she takes good care of us, huh?” Satoru murmurs fondly as he rubs a hand over his son’s back.

Before Satoru can reassure Megumi further, he’s interrupted when Suguru lets out a relieved sound over his shoulder. It’s a strange sort of combination of a sob and a gasp, but Satoru hears it all the same.

“Sweetheart…?” Satoru hears Suguru call, voice brighter but still wavering through the short syllables.

There’s a muffled sound of shuffling, then a groan and a cough before Suguru is concealing his tears in your neck.

Satoru exhales with relief, shoulders sagging as his eyes slide shut. He rubs a hand over Megumi’s back in the hopes the boy doesn’t see the fear slowly seeping from his father.

Inside the bathroom, Suguru clutches your hand tight to his chest, squeezing it thankfully and burying his face in your neck as he bends over you. Blinking slowly, you huff a choked breath and shakily reach upwards to lay your palm over Suguru’s head. Tangling your fingers in the mess of loose, dark hair you sigh deeply through your mouth. It’s a relief to feel Suguru bent over you; his weight presses into your chest and grounds you as you come back to consciousness. Though you’re still dizzy and a bit panicked, the feeling is beginning to leech from your limbs like poison from a wound.

Waking up was startling, and there’s a lingering sense of fear buzzing beneath your skin. It frightens you, and you clutch tightly onto Suguru with a tremble. The pain still twists in your stomach, but it’s nothing compared to how you felt before you passed out.

“Suguru…”

His name comes out in a sort of pleading cry, not unlike a frightened child, but you cannot help the way you long for his comfort. Tears leak from your eyes, another wave of salt that you find you cannot control.

Suguru responds to your call with a sweet coo, pressing a wet kiss to the skin of your throat and rumbling deep within his chest to reassure you that he’s still there. Brushing your hair from your eyes, Suguru leans away to peck your temple and stare down at you with relief painted across his features.

“You’re alright, honey. ‘S okay,” he whispers warmly, soothing the tension in your brow and brushing your tears away. When your eyes crack open, staring up at him with waning fear and confusion, Suguru huffs a laugh and smiles widely. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Your lips quiver upwards into a sort of sad smile, but Suguru is happy to see it despite the exhaustion in your features. Squeezing his hand, you look up at the dark-haired sorcerer as his hair falls into his eyes.

“Wha’ happened?”

Suguru looks over his shoulder, mouthing something you can’t hear, but you know he must be talking to Satoru. The muffled sound of his voice barely reaches your ears as you wade through the stream of your consciousness. You fight to keep Suguru in focus, and fortunately manage to cling to the waking world as sounds finally return to your senses. Something that sounds like “she’s alright, Toru,” rings through the bathroom, and then there’s the sound of Satoru replying but you can’t hear it. Your heart calls out for your other husband, and you squeeze Suguru’s hand in question.

“You passed out, darling,” Suguru looks back down at you with a sad smile. He hushes you when you wiggle, trying to sit upright. “Careful, love, careful. You scared the shit out of me, you know?”

Shooting him a sorry glance, you allow Suguru to gently lift you to a seated position every so slowly. He leans you against him, his thick thighs on either side of your hips as he lets you rest against his chest. You nod slowly as he delicately pulls your hair from your face and wraps his arms around you.

“Sorry.”

Suguru shakes his head with a hum.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” he whispers. “I’m just glad you’re awake. Are you feeling alright? How’s the pain?”

You slouch into his chest, wrapping your arms around your waist and nodding as your eyes slide shut.

“‘S not so bad. Where’s Toru?”

Suguru’s heart clenches sweetly, feeling warmed by your desire for Satoru. He adores the two of you with his entire being, and watching both of you always strikes a fond chord within his chest.

“He’s taking care of Gumi,” Suguru murmurs, looking down at you with a lovesick expression you cannot see. When you sit up straighter, Suguru accommodates your position with a scooch of his hips and his arm falling into your lap.

“Gumi’s awake?”

“Yeah,” your husband responds quietly. “I think he heard me shout when you fell. He came in a few minutes ago, and Satoru’s comforting him.”

Suguru sounds a little guilty when he mentions his outburst. He’s not embarrassed by any means; it was a cry shouted in overwhelming fear, so he feels no bashfulness for the tone of his voice. He does, however, feel guilty that he managed to wake his son in the process.

“He’s worried about you, I think.”

We all are, he almost finishes.

You sag into Suguru’s chest, weight sinking into the warmth of his bare skin as you slide your hand over the arm that is wrapped around you. Just as you begin to speak, Satoru peeks his head through the doorway. His body is twisted, obscuring Megumi’s view inside the bathroom. When he finds your gaze, Satoru visibly softens.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Satoru rumbles, a fond smile spreading across his features. “You feeling alright?”

You nod tiredly, resting your head against Suguru’s clavicle.

“That’s good. We were really worried, honey.”

Your sigh through your nose, trying to give him an apologetic look, but the fatigue is beginning to pull your eyelids downwards. Satoru’s gaze softens even further, if at all possible, and he continues.

“Can Megumi come in? He’s worried about you,” Satoru reiterates his partner’s words, clearly holding the boy against his chest as he speaks.

You’re about to nod, more than happy to cuddle with your son, when Suguru interrupts. Stroking a hand over your hip, the long-haired sorcerer hums.

“Let us come out, love,” he responds, already beginning to shift you in his lap. “We can talk about this in bed. I think everyone’s a little tired right now.”

You nod in agreement, feeling the ache of your muscles cry out for rest. Your arm trembles weakly when you lift your hand, and you frown at the lack of strength in your limbs. Suguru hushes you sweetly as he shifts you to sit upright as he stands.

“You’re exhausted, baby. It’s normal.”

Satoru murmurs his agreement on the other side of the doorway, already beginning to step away to set Megumi in the middle of your massive bed. He ensures the boy is comfortable as he stands upright, stretching his shoulders and turning to watch as Suguru hoists you up onto his hips slowly. Satoru figured he wasn’t going to let you walk after what happened the first time you tried.

Suguru’s hand is carefully cradling your head and the other wraps beneath your hips, keeping you stable and pressed against his big frame. The sorcerer is incredibly strong from the years of exorcizing curses and teaching students, so carrying you to the bed, despite your muffled protests, is an easy venture.

Setting you on the bed gently, you shift quickly to face Megumi as you lay back against the sheets. You nestle quickly into Suguru’s previous place in bed, already reaching out for your son as he nuzzles forward to latch onto your front.

“Hey, hun,” you whisper kindly, brushing dark strands from Megumi’s eyes. “What’s going on, Gumi?”

The boy looks up at you, still clutching his Divine Dog plush, and frowns. Your head tilts in confusion, and you watch as Megumi makes himself comfortable in your arms, cuddling close to your stomach and closing his eyes. You don’t protest, heart warming sweetly as the boy snuggles close. He doesn’t usually cuddle like this, so you’ll take every opportunity to hug him as you can.

“Dad said you’re feeling bad,” he mumbles into the stuffed dog now pressed between you. “‘M gonna make you feel better. Like you do when I’m sick.”

You smile. Heart full, your eyes slide shut as you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the tired boy’s forehead. He mumbles something else, but he’s fading fast. Soon he’s lost to slumber, and he snoozes peacefully in your embrace.

“Thank you, Megumi,” you whisper as you press another soft kiss to your son’s forehead. Looking up at Satoru with tears brimming in your eyes, you find the white-haired sorcerer is already looking at you. There’s fondness spilling from his smile and a sweet gentleness in his expression, and he looks utterly lovesick.

“Hey,” Satoru murmurs.

“Hi.”

The Six Eyes user steps away for a moment, nodding at Suguru who whispers that he’s going to step out to get you water and your medicine. Satoru knows he’s also going to check in on the girls, so he gives Suguru a smile and a peck on the cheek as he slides around the bed to your back.

When Satoru climbs into the silken sheets, he immediately presses his bare chest into your back and wraps his strong arms around you and his son. Pressing his soft lips to the nape of your neck, he pulls you and Megumi into his chest as he relaxes. You feel the familiar tingle of Infinity wrap around you and smile tiredly. Satoru is always protecting you and your family. The technique easily wraps around you and Megumi in addition to Satoru, and you know the sorcerer will easily adapt it to cover Suguru soon too.

That’s just Satoru; he’s always looking out for his family.

When you sigh deeply and snuggle back into your husband, Satoru presses another gentle kiss to your neck and you feel him shake.

“Toru?”

The man shivers again, and when you shift, turning slightly to see his face, your face crumples as you find tears leaking from Satoru’s eyes. He looks utterly relieved, but his mouth still twitches in a sad sort of way and his sky-blue eyes shimmer with salty tears. For all his silly teasing and childlike humor, Satoru rarely looks so… scared. He’s always so strong – the strongest. But there are truly rare circumstances in which Gojo Satoru is confronted with true fear.

Circumstances in which he remembers how vulnerable his family can be.

“Oh, Satoru…”

Satoru buries his face in your neck again, concealing his tears as he calms down.

“I was so worried, baby. Oh my God,” he mutters into your skin. “I woke up and you were on the floor and Sugu was crying…”

You pull his hands tighter around you, careful not to wake Megumi. Stroking gentle circles into the muscle of his forearms, you coo a soft sound to soothe him.

“‘M alright now. Just a little bit of pain, it’s mostly gone.”

Satoru nods, clinging to your back as he finally grounds himself through the gentle touch of your fingers on his skin. He pulls you closer, seeming as though he’s trying to fuse his body to yours with how tight he binds himself to you. It’s the soft contact of your skin against his that soothes the beat of his heart and loosens the tension of his muscles. The tingly feeling that lingers on his skin where you press into him leaves trails of prickled nerves in their wake, as if physical contact between your bare skin incites a biological reaction beneath his flesh.

With you in his arms, tightly wrapped in his embrace where he can feel the pulse of your heart against his chest, Satoru finds serenity.

You’re here. And you’re safe.

Satoru chews on his lip as he sighs.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, tucking his chin into your neck and dropping a hand to rub his palm over the side of your stomach. It’s uncanny, you think, that he already knows exactly where it hurts without you mentioning it. Satoru pays far more attention than people give him credit for. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more to take it away.”

You shake your head, fatigued eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of Satoru’s big hands and the gentle circles he massages into you.

Satoru continues in a voice uncharacteristically weak for the Strongest.

“You were… alone and in pain,” he mumbles, guilt seeping into his tone as he frowns. “And I didn’t even know – we didn’t.”

Satoru carefully pulls your hair away from your neck to press a kiss to your bare shoulder and then one more against the skin of your throat. He inhales a wave of your familiar scent and flutters his eyes closed as he sinks into your back.

“I don’t want you to suffer alone, my love.”

You stroke a contemplative finger over his arm, humming quietly as you shift Megumi in your arms.

“Okay, Toru,” you whisper as you find the mirth in your exhausted figure to tease him. “You want me to wake you up at the ass crack of dawn when I’ve got cramps?”

Satoru muffles a small chuckle into your neck and you enjoy the feeling of his chest shaking with the feeling.

“Yeah, baby. Even then. Especially then.”

You huff a breath of laughter through your nose, only stopping when you swiftly inhale as another cramp seizes your abdomen. It’s strong, but nothing like the ones you were having earlier. You can manage these. Satoru leans up on his elbow when you stiffen, lifting his other hand to check the hot water bottle Suguru had returned to your stomach.

When Satoru pulls the bottle away, his brow furrows and he hisses when he finds faint hints of inflamed skin where you’ve pressed it too tight to your belly. It’s too hot and too close, he realizes. It’s burning you.

Satoru nearly sits upright quickly, his frame leaning over yours as he gasps faintly.

“Honey…” He’s on the verge of scolding you, but he sees the way you wince through another cramp and decides against it. Satoru looks back down at the hot water bottle and the way you clutch it tightly to combat the waves of throbbing in your belly.

“This is burning you,” he states it obviously.

“Hmm,” you respond in agreement. “Feels nice.”

Satory looks down at you with pain in his features, face twisted into a frown and his crystalline eyes a shade duller.

“Baby, it’s hurting you – How can…?”

Satoru trails off. He thinks about how terribly you must have been aching to continue pressing something that was burning you into your skin. How agonizing were your cramps that the pain of the burn was comforting?

Satoru lays back down, a frown on his lips as he wraps his arm back around you and lays his palm over the hot water bottle. If you’re going to keep it pressed into your skin, then he can make sure it doesn’t get too warm by leaving his hand against it.

“My god, baby… I’m so sorry,” he whispers. He can’t even comprehend how agonizing this must be for you. Satoru kisses your nape again. He apologizes again, and you almost miss the silly Satoru who would typically be teasing you right now. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything.”

You yawn, finally feeling exhaustion begin to drag you beneath the slow, rocking waves of slumber. Pushing yourself deeper into your husband’s embrace and squeezing your son tight once more, you sigh out a few more words before you finally sink into sleep’s warm hands.

“You are doing something,” you murmur, pulling his hand up to your mouth to kiss it tiredly. “You’re here, Satoru. I don’t think I can do this alone anymore.”

When Suguru climbs back into bed on Megumi’s other side, he kisses the fond smile on Satoru’s lips and teases his partner about the stars in his eyes. The crystalline-eyed sorcerer refutes Suguru’s quip by reaching out to gently slap his bicep, but it’s all in mirthful adoration. Suguru leans over to press a tender kiss to your sleeping brow and then one to his son’s, before he settles behind Megumi and sighs contentedly.

“She’s sleeping?” Suguru whispers, voice barely carried through the quiet night. He stares down at your face, the peaceful expression on your lips far more comforting than the limp, placid look of unconsciousness he remembers. Satoru watches his husband watch you, adoration swelling in his heart like an ebbing tide. Unbound by all but the moon, Satoru swears his heart only grows fonder each time he truly takes in his partners.

“She’s sleeping,” he confirms sleepily, still staring up at Suguru with warmth in his chest.

“Good.”

Suguru’s response is sighed out thankfully, his shoulders deflating with the tension easing away from his muscle. He wraps his arms around Megumi and pulls himself closer to the boy, smiling when he easily cuddles into his father. Not often does Suguru have the opportunity to snuggle his son, so he eagerly grins as Megumi’s sleeping form curls near.

“She’s early,” Satoru mentions plainly from across Suguru. “She wasn’t supposed to start until next week.”

The dark-haired sorcerer nods, recalling the date he marked in his phone. He and Satoru both kept track; it was easier that way. At this point, though, Suguru is certain he doesn't need his calendar to know these things. Your anniversary is ingrained in his memory, as is every one of your important dates. The three of you have spent more than a decade together, this kind of instinct was certain to develop at some point or another.

“Yeah,” Suguru sighs. He twists slowly to glance tiredly at the clock on his bedside. “She took some painkillers at midnight, can you write that down? If she wakes again she can take some more.”

Satoru nods, a hand already reaching for his phone on the nightstand behind him. It was second-nature to jot down the time you took medication. You always tried to keep track yourself, but sometimes noting the time slipped your mind, and you were left trying to recall the last time you took them. Satoru easily adds the time to his notes, and marks the date in his calendar to adjust your future schedule later. He checks that there’s still a bottle of your preferred painkiller in his nightstand drawer and a granola bar to eat when you take them.

When he sets the phone down, he looks back over at Suguru, who sleepily stares down at your sleeping face. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but Satoru can see where Suguru has slid his around yours, pressing two of his fingers into the pulse point of your wrist.

He’s counting your heartbeats – making sure you’re still breathing. Because Suguru remembers the way you crumpled all too clearly.

Sighing a shaking breath as he familiarizes himself with the gentle thump of your lifeline, Satoru slides a hand around you and his son, and he lays it across his lover with a sad smile. Suguru looks up with tired eyes, the dark bags beneath his lashes barely visible in the night hour. They match the ones beneath your eyes and probably Satoru’s too.

“Hey,” Satoru mumbles. “She’s alright, Sugu.”

Suguru nods, finally sinking into the mattress and pressing a final kiss to Megumi’s hair as he makes himself comfortable. Satoru does the same, delicately squeezing the hand still wrapped around yours and cradled sweetly at your chest.

“We’re alright,” Suguru confirms, eyes finally sinking closed as he falls back asleep with part of his family in his embrace. “We’re alright.”

In the morning, you awake to two Divine Dogs guarding the foot of your bed. The white one sits with its side pressed against the dark one, and both face the bedroom door. You awake alone in bed, but you can hear distant voices quietly chatting in the hall. The little pups’ ears are perked upwards, diligently listening to the conversation outside.

When you sit up, the white one flips his head over his shoulder, happily sticking his tongue out in a joyful expression. He pants and his tail thumps against the floor as you beckon him closer.

“Good morning, pup,” you laugh as it wiggles excitedly when you scratch behind his ears. The dark-coated one quickly follows soon after, eagerly joining his brother for scratches. “What are you two doin’ here?”

The pups tilt their heads with that silly, tongue-out expression, as if communicating their eagerness. You stifle your laughter and carefully stand from the sheets, making your way into the kitchen with the dogs on your heels.

When you enter the living space, you find Suguru on the couch with the twins on either side of his lap. They’re eagerly leaning over one of Suguru’s books, excitedly murmuring amongst themselves as their father reads aloud. It’s one of his novels, and you chuckle knowing that the girls were probably the ones to pick it out for him to read.

Tsumiki is at the table, leaning over some kind of puzzle, and her brother is at her side. She looks up as you come in, offering you a gentle smile and a nod before she goes back to her puzzle. Megumi sits on his knees in the chair, spiky hair unkempt as always and a look of concentration on his face.

Before you can speak, Satoru is pressed against your back, greeting you with a gentle hum.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he coos, pecking your cheek and sliding a croissant into your hands and holding a glass of water in his other. “Eat up. You can take some medicine when you’re done.”

He always makes sure you eat before you take your medicine. Your heart thumps happily beneath your ribs, and you smile in return, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and thanking him.

“Thanks, love.”

Satoru hums and slides his free hand over your waist to squeeze your hip. He opens his mouth to say something, but the twins interrupt him. They gasp, standing from Suguru’s lap and eagerly racing over to greet you.

Suguru chuckles, but still gently chides them as they race into the kitchen.

“Careful!”

Nanako and Mimiko crash into your hips with eager sounds, each grabbing you around the waist and crying out.

“Mama!” They cry worriedly, scrambling to hug you as they bury their faces in your legs. They start pushing you towards the couch with little hands, earnestly murmuring things you cannot make out. You look up at Satoru with a confused furrow of your brow, and your husband only chuckles and holds his hands up in a gesture of ‘i’ve got nothing to do with this.’

When you reach the couch, the girls scramble to make you sit beside Suguru, who is all too eager to wrap an arm around your shoulders to accommodate your arrival.

“Good morning,” he hums as he pecks your temple.

Nanako is already sliding a blanket into your lap as Mimiko climbs onto the couch, depositing herself at your side and snuggling into you.

“Good morning,” you respond, watching with a fond smile as the girls make themselves comfortable in your lap. “What’s all this?”

Suguru chuckles, reaching out to gently ruffle Nanako’s hair as she smiles. The girl looks up at her father with a beaming grin and snuggles closer to you when you wrap an arm around her to keep her stable. Your husband leans closer with a smile, murmuring quietly for only you to hear.

“Megumi told them you were sick last night,” he fondly whispers. “I think it worried them.”

Your head tilts in an expression of tenderness, and you give Suguru a knowing look before you lean down to kiss both your girls on the forehead.

“Good morning, girls,” you rumble happily. “I’m alright, sweethearts. Megumi and your dads took very good care of me.”

Mimiko wiggles closer, snuggling into you and her sister with big, worried eyes.

“Really?” her tiny voice murmurs. “Megumi-nii said you were hurting.”

You can almost hear the pout in her voice without looking down at her. Giggling happily, you stroke a hand over her head and squeeze her close.

“He even brought out his puppies!” Nanako quickly adds, squirming as he attempts to find the two Divine Dogs. “He said we couldn’t come in to see you because you needed to rest.”

The two Shikigami have already returned to their owner, sitting on either side of Megumi’s chair with wagging tails and their tongues still sticking out. The boy is absentmindedly petting one while he focuses on the puzzle, shyly avoiding your gaze as if embarrassed.

Your heart clenches sweetly again, and you turn to look at Satoru with a knowing smile. The sorcerer returns the look as he steps into the kitchen for your painkillers, ruffling Megumi’s hair as he goes. The boy lets out a muffled sound of discontent, but he doesn’t fix his messy strands.

“Did he? That’s very sweet of him.”

You and Suguru do not mention the faint pinkness of Megumi’s round cheeks.

When you lean into Suguru’s side, the croissant in your hand warm like your lover’s body heat, you sigh happily. The cramps are a faint memory now, even though you know they’ll return soon. For now, you can savor the warmth of your family.

“You’re taking the day off then, I suppose,” you look up at Suguru with an arched brow. Suguru smiles, leaning his head into yours to rest there.

“Yeah,” he sighs, cuddling close to you and the twins. “We all are.”

You suppose you can deal with the consequences of their unscheduled departure from work and school later… You’re far too warm and content now. When Satoru returns, sliding a glass of water into your empty hand and two painkillers into your other, he patiently waits as you take the pills. Then he sets the glass on the side table beside the mug of raspberry leaf tea he brewed for your cramps, and then he eagerly dives into the limited space left on the couch.

Scrambling into the twins’ space, Nanako and Mimiko giggle happily as Satoru presses kisses over their faces and squirms onto the couch. He plops Mimiko into his lap so he can sit at your side, laughing when the girls squeal happily. As you settle, you see Megumi look up from the table, shyly glancing away from his sister. Tsumiki gives him a knowing look as she climbs from her chair and eagerly walks over to Suguru.

Suguru is too happy to allow her the tiny portion of space on his other side, and Tsumiki slides onto the couch, her side pressed tight to Suguru’s. She offers you a good morning and laughs when the twins attempt to squirm away from Satoru’s tickling fingers.

Eventually Megumi stands from his place at the table, looking over at the couch as he debates something internally. A moment later, he stands in front of Suguru, shyly shifting on his feet as he looks at the only empty space on the couch.

Megumi doesn’t need to say anything, because Suguru is already lifting the boy into his lap with a smile. Saving his son the embarrassment of shyly asking for the affection he usually avoids, Suguru chuckles as he deposits the last member of his family into his lap.

“We could all use a day off,” he murmurs into your temple as he kisses you sweetly.

You sigh happily, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun and the laughter of your family.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

The moment is only interrupted when Megumi’s Divine Dogs, only pups at this age, launch themselves onto the couch, eager to join the snuggles. The seven of you dissolve into laughter as you try to maneuver the excited puppies, and you can’t ask for anything else.

“Megumi!” You laugh, trying to brush white dog hair from your face. “Control your summons!”

The boy only laughs happily as the dark-coated puppy wiggles into his lap.

No, he doesn’t think he will.

bonus:

gojo, looking down at reader and geto: you're so cute and pretty

reader, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you

geto, nodding along: she could

gojo, lovingly: I know

a/n: no I am not back to writing just yet :')) I wrote this in a pain induced haze while having some terrible cramps so if you have terrible periods like me, this one is for you! this is purely based on my experience with cramps, and everyone is different, but I just wanted to write something for me :") I've never passed out but I've felt like it and I know it's super scary so I hope this can provide some comfort for you if you need it <3

ALSO this was written as comfort for jjk 236 :'))) bc everyone in this fic deserved better and I refuse to acknowledge canon

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demovamp · 3 months

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gojo, but he's tied up on his knees under your desk. he has to stay quiet whenever someone comes into your office to talk to you. the thing is, he's a brat and likes making noise.

so, you do the only logical thing to keep him quiet; push your dick into his mouth. every time he makes a noise, you push further.

it becomes a game. he either makes noise and acts as a fleshlight, or he's quiet and gets to have your cum down his throat as a reward.

#— castiel thirsts #sub gojo satoru #sub gojo #sub jjk #satoru gojo smut #gojo x male reader #gojo x gn!reader #amab reader #gojo x fem reader #trans fem reader

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eternalxvenus · 4 months

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୨⎯ Like a good neighbor, Gojo is there ⎯୧

summary: You've just moved into a fixer-upper in a quaint neighborhood, excited to start building and designing your dream home. Everything's perfect…or would be, if it weren't for that gorgeous but obnoxious Satoru Gojo next door, who you fight with practically every day.

cw: smut 18+, satoru gojo x f!reader, smut, a little fluff, a smidgen of plot if you squint, gojo is annoying, no curses au, gojo is stupidly rich, pet names (baby, sweetheart), oral f!receiving, p in v, light choking, squirting

word count: 1.5k

notes: this is my first time writing smut so pls bear with me… the tile is bc that logo has been stuck in my head all damn day </3, im also debating on making a part 2… and lastly HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

You woke up to the sound of birds and wind, the sun shining brightly through your uncovered windows. As you stretched your limbs out with a groan trying to fully wake up, you thought about all the things you had to do today.

The clock shown 9:15am. Getting out of bed, the house was warm thanks to the summer morning. After doing your morning routine and eating breakfast you decide that you’re next project for the house will be painting the outside porch railing. You already had the paint, opting for a soft brown color.

Outside the air was warm and almost humid. The half empty coffee cup rested on the small table you had out there. Your clothes were already stained and rugged from previous projects done on the house. You picked up a paintbrush and promptly started on the porch.

About an hour or so later you were still painting, a light sheen in your forehead as you hummed a song stuck in your head. This was the peace you were looking for.

“Heyyy Y/N, how’s your morning going?” You roll your eyes, recognizing the all to chipper voice. Your neighbor Satoru Gojo. He was the most non-peaceful thing about the entire neighborhood. You tried to ignore him, but of course he was already making his way over. “I said good morning, what’s wrong too tired to speak?” he inquired.

A loud huff leaves your mouth. “No Gojo. I just don’t want to speak. To you at least.”

“Ah don’t be like that. I know what’s got you in a sour mood. It’s that ugly paint color isn’t it? Looks like shit— literally.”

“Gojo please do not come over here starting nonsense. It’s a pretty neutral brown. Now go away and leave me be.” You pick up the paint can and move to the next part of the porch. Gojo watches you lazily as you move about. He’s uncharacteristically silent and you almost forget that he’s even there. Glancing up to give him a look that says ‘What?’

With a no good smile on his face he says “Have lunch with me Y/N. Take a break and i’ll make us something good.”

You thought about declining but you were really hungry. As if on command your stomach growled rather loudly. “What’s the catch? You berate all my artistic choices thus far?” you deadpan.

With a hand over his chest in mock offense Gojo replies saying, “I would never!” He starts walking over to his house beckoning you to follow. “C’mon i’ll make us some sandwich wraps.”

You follow Gojo into his house and i soon as you step inside you see the stark contrast the inside has compared to the outside. Everything looks modern and sleek.

Gojo clears his throat before speaking. “Have a seat wherever. I’ll get started on the wraps.” You give a brief nod, walking into his living room to get a closer look at the decor. Fifteen minutes later, Gojo walks in empty handed.

“I put the wraps in the fridge. I usually let them sit in there about 10-15 minutes before eating so they have a better crunch and don’t get as soggy.” He plopped down on the couch stretching out his arms and legs. His eyes kept moving down to your ass as you walked around. “Come sit and let’s talk.”

You sit down next to him, making sure to leave a good amount of space between you both, before he scoots you closer by the hips.

“You know, I’ve never had such a pretty neighbor before…” Gojo’s voice is smooth and filled with seduction. Your heartbeat picks up as he places a hand on your thigh squeezing lightly.

“Gojo… what are you doing?” You ask in a breathy voice. His touch had an effect on you and you hated it. The last thing he needed was an ego boost.

“Oh come on Y/N, why do you think i’m always coming to bother you? I needed an excuse to see your pretty face.” He lowered his head to place light kisses along your jaw and neck. You moved your head to the side to give him better access. It couldn’t hurt to have a little fun…

Gojo moves from your neck and looks into your eyes. You see the dark lustful look in them before he pulls you in for a heated and bruising kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, both of you barely stopping to get any air. You can feel the heat and arousal rushing through your body as he pulls you into his lap. Lifting his hips up slightly you can feel that he’s already hard and definitely not small. You break the kiss to pull off your shirt and Gojo nearly rips off your bra before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth while working the other between his fingers. “Ah… Gojo-”

“Satoru” he says breathing heavily and looking into your eyes. “Please call me Satoru.”

“Satoru… don’t tease.” you nearly whine.

“Fuck… i need to taste you.” Without missing a beat Gojo lays you down on the couch, making quick work of getting your jeans and panties off. “You’re so wet, this all for me?” his lips formed that cocky smirk. “Shut up and do something.” you say squirming. He grabs your hips to still you then lowers his head to taste your arousal. “You taste better than I could’ve imagined… so fucking sweet.” He goes straight into it, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing your hole with his tongue like he’s starved. Your hands immediately find purchase in his hair. You tug slightly making Gojo moan which only adds to the knot that’s already forming in your stomach.

You try to lift your hips but he has you in an iron grip. Heavy pants and moans slip past your lips as you feel that familiar sensation or your orgasm. “Ah! Sa-satoru! Fuck i’m gonna cum!” he continues working his tongue on your clit as he inserts two of his long fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. Gojo eagerly licks and sucks all that you’re offering as you slowly start to come down from your high. He kisses your thighs and slowly makes his way up to your face. “I could eat you out all day” he breathes out. “But right now I wanna be inside you.”

You watch as he takes off his pants, seeing the wet patch on his boxers from his precum. After removing the rest of his clothing he now rests in between your legs, stroking himself as he rubs his tip against your clit. You buck your hips trying to get more friction but Gojo won’t budge. “Tell me what you want.” he whispers aligning himself with your entrance. “Satoru just fuck me please!” You say impatiently. The only warning you have is Gojo saying “If you say so.” before sliding his cock in until he bottomed out.

He threw his head back with a groan. “Shiiiit baby you’re so fucking tight.” He gave you a moment to adjust then started fucking you at an almost inhuman pace. All you could do was moan not able to form anything coherent. You felt Gojo’s hand come to your neck and squeeze just enough to heighten the force of his thrust. “You take me so well… this slutty pussy just keeps sucking me in.” His free hand slipped down to rub harsh circles on your clit causing you to practically scream. “Satoru! Too much!”

“You can take it baby i’m almost there. I want you to cum for me.”

Gojo keeps up his unrelenting pace and overstimulates your clit. You can feel him throbbing inside of you as his thrusts start to stagger and get sloppy signaling he was close. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum… gonna cum all over those pretty tits.”

“Please Satoru! Feels so good… fucking cumming ah!” You feel a gush of warm liquid between your legs just as Gojo pulls out whimpering while spilling his cum all over your stomach. “F-fucking shit! Fuck baby…” you both lay there panting as Gojo gives you small feathery kisses. After a minute or two he gets up to grab a towel to clean you up with. He’s back in his boxers and had one of his shirts for you to wear. You blush taking it with a small “Thank you.”

Once you’ve sat up and slipped on the shirt you notice the wet spot staining the couch. “Shit… sorry about your couch Satoru. I’ll give you the money to replace it.”

Gojo laughs at your concern for his couch. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” He moves you both over to a the other side of the couch that isn’t ruined. “No really i’ll replace it, how much was it?” He mumbles something that you don’t understand. “What?”

“$3,600.”

You stare at him in shock. “Satoru what the hell!” He dismisses your shock with a wave of his hand and lays you both down. “I told you don’t worry about it. Right now just lay here with me.” Just as you both got comfortable and closed your eyes, your stomach growls loudly.

“I guess now would be a good time to get those sandwiches.” Gojo laughs.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 5 months

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FIRST SNOW (gojo x reader)

first time writing something about anime and i had to write about gojo, so here it goes. give a lot of love to this fic please. i named the baby fuyuka, literally means "winter flower" artist: Deltapork special tag; @hannzai her fics were my inspiration for writing this one, so i wanted to dedicate this fic to her.

reblogs & comments are appreciated.

WARNINGS; none just fluff. a little bit short but i think is worth it.

it's the first time it's snowed since your little fuyuka was born. at only 1 years old, she is just as hyperactive as her father, although that is not the only thing she has similarity to him. the little one is the exact replica of gojo satoru. from the eyes to the hair and the attitude.

from the kitchen window, you watch as fuyuka tries to catch a snowflake with her hands while gojo holds her in the air. the snow is falling softly and your garden has become a white blanket. gojo bends down and leaves her on the ground to play with the snow. the little girl's laughter reaches you and a happy smile appears on your lips. one just like gojo's. from your place you can see how gojo's eyes reflect the love he feels for the little girl.

gojo notices your gaze and turns to look at you, with a nod he invites you to join them. you grab a coat and sneakers and go out to the patio. fuyuka hears your footsteps and turns to you, a snowball in her small hands. "mom. snow” her happiness infects you and you crouch down next to her. “i see it, little flower. did you do that?".

fuyuka shakes her head and points at gojo. he ruffles her hair affectionately and she throws the snowball at his face, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the snow.

you burst out laughing and also fall into the snow clutching your belly. fuyuka also laughs and throws herself on top of gojo, making him growl audibly.dramatic you think. gojo sits up, sitting the little girl on his lap. with his arm he invites you to come closer to them. "come here". you stop laughing and wiping away your tears, you sit next to gojo, resting your head on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. fuyuka imitates you and leans on him. you notice that Gojo leaves a kiss on your forehead and then does the same with fuyuka.

“dad. lov u"

“i love you too, little flower.”

gojo looks at you. "i love you angel"

“i love you too gojo”

tagging; @danikamariemain @ladybambifae @thehighladywrites @throneofsapphics

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lees-chaotic-brain · 7 months

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Its always about gojo being clingy, but what if reader will be clingy and we will pepper him with love♡

Thanks for sending in requests! I love hearing from you guys, like seriously, it makes my day. Invade my ask box with requests or just to ask questions about me anytime!

I really like this idea. I'm kinda mad I didn't come up with it tbh lol.

CW: fluff, a little angst, spoilers for the first half for season two, female reader, trust issues, betrayal, cuteness

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Gojo x Clingy Reader

Gojo Satoru hadn't realized how much he needed, how much he craved to be loved, until he met you.

Before he met you, he had been fine with physical and emotional contact, sure, but it wasn't like something that he enjoyed and sought out.

The first time he met you was in high school.

Instantly, he had noticed how beautiful you were. Even then he had admired how you freely doled out affection, and always wanted to be around those you loved.

Not only that, he always felt a little envious of those you freely gave out love to, like your partner at the time, or Shoko, your best friend. Although, he was so dense back then even he didn't realize he was jealous.

While he always appreciated and savored the hugs and high fives you gave him, he didn't realize that he wanted more until much later in life.

After Suguru left, everyone in your small group of friends became a little more distant, and drifted apart as the years went by after you graduated high school.

Then you re entered his life, as beautiful as you had been, if not more. But your signature signs of affection, and open and loving personality was subdued, the pain of Suguru's betrayal causing you to withdraw into yourself.

This was the first moment that Gojo realized how much he missed you. The you that once burned so brightly with warmth and care, not the version of you that stood before him now with prominent eye bags, a forced smile, and barely an ember of what you used to have.

From that moment forward, it became his personal mission to help you heal. To become comfortable with loving and trusting the way you used to be.

It took time and a lot of effort, but after jokes, reminiscing about high school, getting coffee, being there for you on the hard days, holding you when you cry, and constantly reassuring you that he wasn't going anywhere, you began to open up again.

And somewhere along the way, he realized two things.

One, by helping you with your anxieties and guilt and hurt over Suguru, he had begun to heal a wound he didn't even know he still had.

Two, he had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with you.

For the first time since Suguru had left, your smiles reached your eyes, genuine and sweet. You began showing affection again, leaning your head on Shoko's shoulder, patting the students on the shoulder or high-fiving them, returning Gojo's hugs after the two of you spent hours talking about all of your good memories from high school.

After a lot of thought, and late night rants to Shoko, he asks you out.

You agree happily, telling him that if he had waited any longer, you would've just asked him out to get it over with.

And once you started dating, hoo boy, if he thought you were affectionate and clingy beforehand, he had another thing coming.

He comes home from a mission?

You're waiting with his favorite dinner and all the baked goods his sweet tooth could desire.

You insist on feeding him as you sit on his lap, informing him that it was your job as his girlfriend to take care of him.

Afterwards, taking a bubble bath with him, washing his hair, massaging his scalp is a must.

Then you wrap yourself around him and order him to cuddle you for hours on end.

And if he thinks he is going to get away with leaving your side for even a second over the course of the next couple days, he's wrong.

Part of it is you needing reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. The other part of it is just your nature. You need to take care of the people you love, to cuddle them, cook for them, hold them, love them. It's just how you are.

If it was anyone else, Gojo would probably find it annoying and overbearing, doubting their intentions, or just flat out disliking it. But if it's coming from you, well that's a different story.

If it's coming from you, there is nothing he wants more than for you to love him, because your outgoing and affectionate personality was part of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Note: This is a little shorter than my normal fics, sorry. I really loved this idea and couldn't wait to write it, so I started it before remembering that I'm swamped with schoolwork. I'm so sorry, I hope that I did it justice even though it was a little rushed. Feel free to send in any more requests you might have!

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x fem reader #gojo x fem reader #gojo x clingy reader #fluff #jjk fics #gojo satoru fic #jjk season two spoilers #this request was so cute i cant #sorry this was so rushed i hope i did it justice #lee's brain writes

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fandom-madness69 · 6 months

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can you make a scenario where gojo accidentally makes his s/o cry? like I wanna know what he does and how he reacts like girlllll I NEED TO KNOW😭😭😭(btw ignore my name💀)

It's Tumblr the names are wild everywhere

Yeah I'll see what I can do

Contents: playful bullying, playful insulting, Satoru makes his gf cry, Fem reader, yn x Satoru, Satoru fucks his apology into you, Daddy honorifics used

Word count: 1,040

“Yeah well at least I’m not a cocky know it all,” you yelled back at Satoru from the kitchen where you were making dinner. You two had been playfully insulting each other for the last twenty minutes now. Satoru really loved it when you reciprocated his playful bullying.

“I might be cocky and a know it all but at least I’m not built like a match stick,” he called back his voice echoing off the walls a little bit. He had been sitting in the living room watching TV while you prepped dinner. He would have helped you but last time he tried you got angry because he kept getting right in your way seconds before you’d need to be in that space.

“Oh, you love how tiny I am and you know it,” you retorted back as you started putting everything into the pots and pans, they needed to be in to cook. You were having a hard time thinking of a comeback, which usually happened.

“Oh, is that all you’ve got? That wasn’t even an insult, you dumbass are you even trying?” he yelled from his place on the couch. For some reason this comment hit harder than you thought it would. You felt tears brimming in your eyes and tried to wipe them away. More immediately replaced those and spilled down your cheeks without permission. It wasn’t like he meant it. Right? The tears dropped off your chin and you sniffled a little bit.

“Hey are you crying?” Satoru asked his voice much closer and quieter. You jumped a little bit and turned to see him sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“What? No,” you said hastily wiping your face as you stared at the food cooking on the stove.

“Y/N don’t fucking lie to me. Did I make you cry?” his voice was a little bit more stern than usual.

“Yes, okay you did. I don’t know why that comment got to me but it did,” you wiped your face again and stirred the food that needed to be stirred. Arms wrapped around your waist as Satoru pressed himself against you in a tight hug from behind.

“I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to get carried away like that,” he cooed in your ear.

“It’s alright Satoru, we were both insulting each other so it’s not like I didn’t sign up for this,” you squeezed one of his arms around your waist affectionately.

“You didn’t though. You didn’t sign up for tears, you signed up for playful bullying and I took it too far. I’m an asshole and I’m sorry,” he insisted as he nuzzled into your neck, “let me make it up to you baby please.” You sighed as you tried to stay focused on dinner.

“If you insist but let me finish cooking first before you do anything too dramatic and crazy,” you said since you knew he tended to go over the top sometimes. He giggled and kissed your ear.

“Then you better hurry up so I can make sure you know just how sorry I really am,” he purred in your ear and your knees went weak. You turned around to tell him off but he was already gone and back in the living room.

“Stupid teleporting sorcerer,” you muttered as you kept cooking dinner

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“I’m v… Mmmm very sorry little one,” Satoru grunted out in your ear as his fingers tightened on your thighs as he pounded into you from behind. His cock was ramming against your cervix relentlessly. He knew this was the only way you’d accept his apology.

“Yeah? Are you really though Daddy?” you teased as the tension in your abs built tighter. He whined a bit at your words since this was the tenth time, you’d said this. He had promised when you started, he wouldn’t cum until you forgave him.

“Fff fuck yes b… Baby girl I’m very ssorry. Can Daaadddyyyyy please ffucking cum now?” his hips were starting to lose rhythm as his desperation made you cum again your tight warm hole restricting around him more.

“Fine Daddy, I forgive you,” you panted out. He practically yelled in relief as he pushed your head into the bed and fucked you faster. His hips stuttered to a stop as rope after rope of his cum shot into you. His cock twitching made you cum again and scratch at the bed deeply underneath you.

“Mmmmmm I can tell that was your finishing one babe,” Satoru said as he slid his softening cock from your clenching hole. He watched as his cum started to leak from your hole. He gently spread your lips with his thumbs ignoring your sharp inhale as he watched more of his seed spill out.

“I know you need time to recover but I really want to eat this out of your pussy,” he said sliding one thumb down your slit to collect some of the fluids. You looked at him over your shoulder as he sucked it off his thumb.

“That sounds really really hot Satoru, go ahead,” you said softly as you were just starting to get your breathing back to normal. His tongue quickly dove into your hole which was still clenching around nothing. You practically mewled in pleasure as his lips and tongue sucked and fucked your hole. You writhed at the overstimulation but Satoru’s fingers only dug into your hips deeper.

“Shit Satoru it can’t be that much,” you hissed from the painful pleasure.

“It’s not I just wanted to feel your writhe beneath me some more,” he teased as he pulled away from your tender cunt. He smacked you’re ass once before pulling you to sit in his lap with your chest against his back. You felt his half hard cock twitching behind you.

“So now that you’ve accepted my apology that means I can use this little body of yours to my liking right,” he asked as his kissed your ear. You shuddered and grabbed his arms that were around you tightly.

“Let me recover and let us eat dinner and then we will talk,” you said.

“Hmmmmm fine,” he said as he turned your face and kissed you softly on the lips.

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minors dni! author's note; hey there pretty [>;)], don't hate this please, i'm begging. it's my first time writing smut, and i'm very surprised with how much i was able to write- i apologize in advance for any errors made, english isn't my first language so please do excuse me. likes and rb's are very much appreciated darlings dom gojo x sub gn!reader word count; 1.6k warnings; possessive gojo, possessive reader [if you squint], voyeurism [they fuck in front of a window], reader digs their nails into gojo, degradation, reader is called sugar + honey + pretty + baby, genitals reffered to as 'bud' once, slightly rough?? and idk what else, please do tell me if there's any other warning i forgot to add]. smut below the cut

Gojo loves showing off. He loves showing off his abilities, but the joy he gets from that is nothing compared to when he shows you off. He loves it when you talk about him to your friends, and when you invite him over to hang out. He makes sure that everyone knows that you're his pretty baby, wouldn't want people hitting on him thinking he's single, now, would we?

The table erupts in laughter as your boyfriend makes a joke. Sometimes you wonder whether people go with whatever he does just for the sake of pleasing him, he is 'The Gojo Satoru' after all. You roll your eyes and laugh, "Every time I think you can't make a worse joke, you prove me wrong."

"Yet you're still laughing sweetheart," he grins. "Cause it's so bad it's funny," you remark. The joke was funny, you just didn't want him thinking he said something that made him laugh, his ego was already through the roof.

"I swear! 'Toru's always going around thinking he's hilarious," a man laughs from across the table. You laugh uncomfortably at the use of his nickname. Your boyfriend's the first to notice your discomfort. He raises a brow "Since when did anyone other than my sugar start calling me 'Toru, huh? Last time I checked I only let one person call me that." His signature grin drops. "Let's try not to mess up again, right?" He looks over at you as you try to hide a smile.

It's been an hour now, and you can tell that the restaurant staff is getting tired, it was valid, considering that they would have been home hours ago if it wasn't for Gojo reserving the place for a so-called, 'quick' gathering. Everyone finally leaves and he pays for the meal and reservation before leaving to his car with you.

"So, how was it?" He smiles as he starts the car. "It was alright," you sigh, "Your friends are close to you, huh?" He furrows his brows, "Is this about the 'toru thing?". You nod, "Everyone wants to get in your pants, even though they know that we're a thing. Pisses me o-" You're cut off by him kissing you gently, lightly nipping at your bottom lip playfully before pulling away. "I don't care about them, only care about you, so don't go around thinking otherwise… Or I might have to prove you wrong," he smirks. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of him 'proving you wrong,' and you chuckle, "Is that a threat?" "Me? Threaten you? Oh no, sugar, it's a promise," he remarks.

He smirks when you widen your eyes, "Did I get someone flustered already?" Your breath catches in your chest as he leans close to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck, "What? Lost your words all of a sudden?" You look away quickly as thoughts of him fucking you senseless plague your mind.

The drive home was painfully slow, his hand keep trailing up your inner thighs and everyone once in a while brushed against your underwear. It wasn't like the cold air conditioning helped either, by the end of the drive, your wetness was clearly showing through your pants. You could tell he noticed by the way he'd keep 'accidentally' brushing his calloused fingers on there.

He unlocks the door and enters his apartment after you do. The first thing that catches your eye is the familiar cityscape, the highlight of his apartment was the glass wall that showcased Tokyo's nightlife. His hands find their way to your waist before he wraps them around you and nuzzles his head into your neck. He kisses you gently before giggling, "Noticed you got a little problem there." You look down, oh right.

"I could always help you if you asked, baby, I'm always up to help my pretty babe in any-" he leaves a kiss on your neck, "-way I can." You shiver at his hot breath running down your neck. "What do you say, sugar?" He looks up at you expectantly.

You respond with a nod. "I'm going to need better than that baby, use your words," you knew he could tell the effect he had on you. "'Toru, please," you whine. "Please what?" He grins. "Please fuck me, please, I'll be good I promise I just want you," he hushes you gently before kissing your lips. "All you have to do is ask, baby," he turns you around.

"Take my shirt off," he mumbles against your lips. You quickly start unbuttoning his shirt and pull away to take his shirt off. He does the same to you before taking your pants off. He quickly unbuttons his pants and throws them onto the couch. "How do you want it today sugar? Do you want me to be rough or gentle? I want whatever you want from today," you wrap your arms around his neck before mumbling "I'd like you to be rough please," the heat from earlier creeps up to your cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Get down on your knees for me sugar, c'mon now," you get down onto your knees, your face now directly on level with his cock. "You wanna' suck me off? Does my slutty bitch wanna' make me feel good?" You nod desperately. He laughs "Kiss it, over my boxers, and no open mouthed-kisses," he chuckles when you whine. You slowly kiss along his shaft, until you find the wet spot near the tip where you can feel his precum pooling.

He smirks as he feels you lick his taste off your lips, "Aww, someone can't wait to taste me on their tongue huh? Certainly eager, aren't you?" You nod embarrassedly. "Aww, it's okay baby," faux sympathy laces his voice, "It must be so hard to keep yourself from tasting me hmm? You want to take all of me in? Is that it baby?"

"Yeah, please, please let me suck you off I promise I'll do a good job," you whine breathily. He pulls his boxers down and watches as you immediately start licking the pink head of his cock. His pre tastes like ambrosia, and you can feel yourself leaking. Fuck, he could make you come just by letting you suck him off.

You try to take him all in and make sure your hands massage what you can't make. He throws his head back in pleasure, one of his hands finds its way to your hair and pulls you closer to his crotch while the other rubs your nape. "You're doing such a good job for me, aren't you? My sugar's so slutty for me, huh? So eager to please me," he groans.

He feels himself getting closer to the edge before asking you to stop, he pants breathily. "I don't want to come undone that quickly," he looks down at you. "Get up, I want to fuck you straight," you nod as you get up and off your knees quickly. He kisses you passionately, "Wrap your legs around my waist hon'," you do as you're asked and he takes you to the window, your now bare back pressed up against the cold glass. He smirks as you shiver against him. "I want everyone to see who my slut belongs to," he squeezes your ass before slapping it. You gasp as he trails kisses along your neck.

Your hands find their way to his hair as he lets one of his hands wander to your . One of his hands take care of your sensitive bud while the other holds you in place. "Yeah that feel good? Hmm? Think you could cum from just this?" You buck your hips into his hand. "My baby can't handle it hmm? Is that it? Should I stop right now?" You shake your head no. He chuckles raspily before leaning in to kiss you, "my baby wants to cum so bad doesn't he?" You whine, "Please just, just wan' your cock inside me." He kisses your forehead, "I know baby, I know. You can't come without my cock can you?" He coos. He lifts you up slightly before lining his dick along your hole. He wasn't exactly thick, but his length made up for it, his dick had a curve that somehow always managed to hit the spot that made you see stars. You mewled as he bottomed in you. "Can I move now baby?" he looks at you for approval, you nod hazily. He starts pounding into you gently, your hands leave his neck to grip his shoulders. You dig crests into his shoulders as you arch your back once he hits your sweet spot. "Oh fuck yeah baby, mark me," he kisses you as you dig your nails deeper into his skin. "Mark me as yours, I'm yours sugar, only yours." His thrusts speed up as you whine. "Please- 'Toru 'm so close-" your gasps and groans fill the the otherwise quiet room. "Gonna cum f'me honey? Yeah, yeah, oh yeah baby?" He mocks the tone you whine in. He lets oud a lewd groan as you clench around him before cumming in you. Shortly after him, you release, back arched against the tinted window.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he carries you to the sofa. The cold leather a contrast to his warm breath on your neck. He lies on top of you, ensuring you're both comfortable. He takes a deep breath before giggling and looking up at you, "I love you," his smirk now back on his face. You roll your eyes, "I guess I do too." He raises a brow, "Hey if I asked you this like a second ago-" he's interrupted by you playfully slapping his arm. "We do not talk about that," the both of you laugh.

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cyberp-1-nk · 7 months

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REVIVAL. [P.1]

MASTERLIST / REQUESTS.

SYNOPSIS: Death was usually permanent. That was until Gojo met you.

PAIRINGS: Gojo x Witch! Reader

GENRE + WARNINGS: MAJOR spoilers for chapter 237, slight angst, death, this small series will eventually contain smut. It's mostly fluff rn.

A/N: This was most definitely created to cope with what happened recently. I hope the fluff helps everyone else. Might do this same concept with Geto or Nanami. Ignore any errors, isn't really proofread.

WORD COUNT: 6,576

The moon hung low, casting a soft glow over the desolate battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of iron; a grim reminder of the struggle that had happened. In the center of it all lay a body, cold and unmoving. It was a far cry from the vibrant and cocky jujutsu sorcerer the world knew. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the man who was said to be invincible, lay motionless, the light in his usually vibrant eyes dimmed. The King of Curses had claimed his victory. The world had lost its beacon of hope.

Death has always been an immutable rule. In both the jujutsu world and the ordinary world, there is no coming back from its clutches. It is an absolute, a boundary that cannot be crossed. Countless sorcerers and ordinary people alike have tried, seeking to cheat death, but all have met the same inevitable fate. Gojo, with all his immense power and unparalleled skills, was no exception. His demise serves as a stark reminder that even the mightiest warriors are not exempt from this rule. There are no loopholes, no secret techniques, no hidden paths back to the realm of the living.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, the soft patter of feet following close behind. Cloaked in an unassuming garment, you stepped into the dim light, a sea of felines tailing after you, their eyes glowing like tiny lanterns in the darkness. The cat at Gojo's side looked at you, its gaze questioning.

You knelt next to Gojo's body, your cloak pooling around you like a puddle of ink. Your eyes, soft and understanding, studied him. He seemed so peaceful, so unlike the boisterous, charismatic man he had been in life. It felt wrong, seeing him this way. As your hand reached out, your thumb traced the contours of his cold, lifeless face, a frown etched deep into your features. You realized, with a jolt, that even someone as powerful as Gojo could fall.

Suddenly, a chorus of meows echoed through the area, pulling you from your thoughts. A small ginger cat had decided to climb onto Gojo's chest, its curious eyes staring into his blank ones. You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Oi, get off him, you little furball. He's not a bed," you said, gently lifting the cat and setting it on the ground. The cats around you mewled in protest, their tails flicking in annoyance.

You turned your attention back to Gojo. "Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into, huh?" you murmured. Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't help but find humor in it. After all, it wasn't every day that the strongest jujutsu sorcerer turned up dead in an alleyway. "You always were one for dramatics."

A gray tabby cat, braver than the rest, inched closer to the body, sniffing curiously. With a guffaw, you shooed it away with a swift, playful motion of your hand. "No, Whiskers, you can't claim this one. I have other plans."

Your cats, a motley crew of felines that followed you around like your personal army, sniffed around Gojo's cut-in-half body, their whiskers twitching as they picked up on the scent of blood. One of them, a particularly feisty tabby, pawed at Gojo's white hair as if trying to wake him up. "Enough, Haku," you chided, shooing the cat away from the body. The other cats watched with wide eyes, their tails flicking in annoyance. "Respect the dead, why don't you?"

Reaching out, you hesitated for a moment before placing your hand on his chest. It was cold, almost as cold as the night air around you. You could feel the last remnants of his cursed energy, like a barely discernible ripple in a calm pond. "You were supposed to be invincible, you know?" you murmured, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. His eyes, once full of life and mischief, were now closed, his lashes casting long shadows on his cheeks. Even in death, he was undeniably beautiful.

There was a soft rustling, and you looked up to see one of your cats, a fluffy white Persian, looking up at you with curious eyes. "Yes, Momo, we're doing this. No, you can't help. Last time you tried, you nearly killed the poor guy." Momo huffed, turning away in what you assumed was feline indignation. Turning your attention back to Gojo, you took a deep breath, summoning your energy. Your cats, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, huddled together, their eyes wide and ears perked.

You placed your hand over his heart, your fingers glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Death was a rule, an unbreakable, unchangeable law. But tonight, under the watchful gaze of the moon and a crowd of feline spectators, you were going to bend that rule. There was a silent promise in your actions, the unspoken words echoing in the cold, quiet night. You would bring Gojo back, no matter what it took. The smile never left your face, even though the task was daunting. You were breaking the unspoken rule, but then again, who said you ever played by the rules?

With a sigh, you stood, brushing off your cloak. "Well, let's get this show on the road. Can't have you lying around here all night. You'll scare the cats," you said, your voice light and teasing, your eyes twinkling with a mischievous spark. Despite the grim circumstances, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it with a smile on your face. After all, you were the exception to the rule. You, who the jujutsu world didn't know. You, who straddled the line between life and death. You, who were about to bring Gojo Satoru back from the dead.

After all, death was a concept too boring for you.

The early morning light peeked through the gaps in the heavy linen curtains, casting long, slender rays of light across the room that danced against the rustic wooden floorboards. Gojo, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer, found himself in an extraordinary situation. His azure eyes blinked open, his vision a blur at first, like a camera lens struggling to find its focus. He was sprawled on a bed that had a quilt of rich and earthy tones, with an odd sense of comfort that was too foreign to him. The last thing he remembered was feeling Sukuna's ruthless onslaught, the agony of his body being torn apart. Now, his body was intact, if a bit sore. He could feel the tight pull of bandages around his torso, the rough texture of the gauze against his skin. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the distinct fragrance of pine and something warmer, softer, and fuzzier…

Cats.

Everywhere he looked, there were cats. Fluffy Persians, sleek Siamese, rotund British Shorthairs, and yes, even a lion or two lounging about, their golden manes making them look like oversized, regal housecats. Cats perched on the window sills, cats sprawled across the furniture in the large room, cats napping lazily in the morning sun. They all turned their heads to look at him, their curious eyes studying him as if he were the odd one out. "This is new," Gojo muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

He pushed himself upright, wincing as pain ricocheted through him like a jolt of electricity. His body felt weak, as if it was made of paper, ready to crumble at the slightest touch. But that wasn't the strangest thing. It was the emptiness within him. The absence of the swirling, pulsating energy that had always been there. His cursed energy was gone. "No way..." he breathed out, a sense of dread washing over him.

One of the braver cats, a small tortoiseshell with bright green eyes, made its way over to him, its tail held high. The feline sniffed at his hand, its whiskers twitching before it let out a soft meow and nuzzled against him. This wasn't how Gojo had pictured his morning would start. He should be at the Jujutsu Tech, probably annoying somebody or teaching his students how to bend the world to their will. Not here, in a cottage filled with cats, devoid of his cursed energy and with no clue as to what had happened.

Gojo's snow-capped hair was a disheveled mess, contrasting against the dark green of the handmade quilt wrapped around him. His normally vibrant, ocean-blue eyes, now seemed dull and devoid of their usual spark. The last thing he remembered was the searing pain as Sukuna's curse sliced through him.

The room around him was filled with an uncanny silence, broken only by the soft purring of the cats and the distant chirping of birds. The wooden floor was covered in various patches of sunlight, making the dust particles in the air visible. The cats, with their sparkling eyes and swishing tails, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Among them was a lion, its golden mane catching the morning light, with a few audacious kittens nestled in it.

"Am I in a Miyazaki film or something?" Gojo murmured, his voice hoarse from disuse. He attempted to push himself up into a sitting position, his muscles protesting at the movement. A sharp pang of pain shot through him, causing him to hiss and slump back onto the bed.

"I must've died and gone to cat heaven... or maybe…. maybe.. this is hell," he added, a hint of his usual humor returning to his voice. Despite his confusion and pain, Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of his situation. In the midst of all the chaos, being surrounded by cats in a cozy cottage was not the worst thing that could've happened to him.

The cats, sensing his distress, began to move closer, their whiskers twitching and their tails swishing. A calico cat, with patches of orange, black and white fur, hopped onto the bed and sniffed at Gojo, its green eyes filled with curiosity. Another, a black cat, with gleaming yellow eyes, rubbed itself against his leg, its purring a soothing rhythm in the otherwise silent room. "Okay, okay... I get it, I'm not dead," Gojo said, his words punctuated by a wince as pain flared up again. "But where am I? And why are there so many of you?"

With a sigh, he leaned back against the plush pillows, his mind racing with questions. How did he survive? How did he end up here? Why were there so many cats? He had to find answers. But for now, he was alive, and that's what mattered. Gojo Satoru was down, but he was not out. Yet. "Alright, kitties," he murmured, already formulating a plan. "Let's figure this out."

The first hint of dawn was just beginning to touch the tips of the trees, bathing the expansive property in a soft, rose-gold light as Gojo Satoru navigated through the seemingly endless sea of feline-themed decor. The former battleground had transformed into a peculiar sanctuary, an eccentric haven for the cat-obsessed. The interior was littered with framed pictures of cats in all sizes and shapes—lions, tigers, jaguars, house cats—each image a testament to the owner's peculiar fixation. Despite the peculiar theme, the house was charming in its own way, a cozy mélange of rustic furniture and verdant plants that created a homey atmosphere.

He limped through the house, his movements slow and cautious, a stark contrast to his usually confident stride. The energy in the house was calming, soothing even. The air was thick with the aroma of fresh greenery mixed with a sweet, almost irresistible scent that he couldn't quite place, inviting him further into the peculiar place.

The sound of humming trickled into the otherwise quiet house, a cheerful melody that seemed to be at odds with the situation. Turning towards the sound, he found another door, leading to what seemed like an expansive yard. Cats of all shapes and sizes lounged lazily in the sun, some playfully chasing each other while others simply basked in the soft morning light. A white tiger, as majestic as it was intimidating, lay sprawled on the grass, its eyes half-closed in a catnap.

Cautiously, he approached the source of the humming. At the center of the yard was a tall, magnificent tree, its branches heavy with leaves. He blinked, his blue eyes squinting against the sun, and then he saw you. You popped out from the tree-leaves, and smiled. You were hanging upside down from a branch, your [h/c] hair forming a shimmering curtain around your face. Your [e/c] eyes sparkled beneath the shade of the tree, full of life and mischief. Your [s/c] skin glowed in the dawn light, making you look ethereal.

"Gojo! You're awake!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing with genuine joy. "I mean, I knew you would be – I healed you after all! But, wow! You woke up so fast! I mean, I thought I'd have to wait a while longer, but here you are!" Your words tumbled out in a flurry, each sentence overlapping the other, punctuated only by the sound of your excited laughter. Before he could even form a response, you continued, "You know, when I saw you, I was like, 'Wow! This guy needs help!' And then I was like, 'Wait, is that Gojo Satoru? The one and only?' And then I was like, 'Of course it is! I should help him!' And then I did! And now you're here! In my home! With all my cats!"

Despite the initial shock, Gojo found himself chuckling, drawn in by your lively spirit. This was certainly not how he envisioned his morning would go, but he had to admit, it was far from boring. You jumped down from the tree, your full body coming into view— and it didn't help that you were even more attractive.

You smiled excitedly, "Oh wow, I still can't believe this— this is just like that one episode of 'Magical Girl Yumeko' where Yumeko finds the wounded prince in her garden! Except you're not a prince, you're a sorcerer. And this isn't a garden, it's a yard. And these cats aren't magical creatures, they're just... well, cats. But still!"

Your words tumbled out in an excited rush, your mind racing faster than your mouth could keep up. Gojo, on the other hand, looked utterly bemused, his visible eye blinking in confusion as he tried to process your rapid-fire speech.

"Am I... dreaming?" he mumbled, seemingly to himself.

"No, no! You're definitely not dreaming!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. "Or at least, I don't think you are. Unless this is one of those shared dream things, like in 'Dreamwalker Chronicles'. Oh, have you read 'Dreamwalker Chronicles'? It's this really cool book about—" You slapped yourself, as if to get yourself on point. Taking a deep breath in, you happily make eye contact with Gojo. Suddenly remembering the situation, you cut yourself off mid-ramble, a sheepish grin spreading across your face. "Right, food! You must be starving! Come inside, I'll rustle up something for you. And don't worry about the cats, they're very friendly!"

"I was just about to make some breakfast. I can make pancakes! Or, or, do you like eggs? I have some fresh bread too! And coffee! I can make a mean cup of coffee. Do you like coffee? No, wait, don't tell me, it's a surprise!" You grabbed his hand, pulling him up with an unexpected strength. Gojo could only let himself be led, his confusion only growing. He was a powerful sorcerer, supposedly the strongest, and yet there he was, being babied by a stranger who seemed to have adopted him overnight.

"Come on, come on," you rambled on, your hands fluttering in excitement as you gently tugged on his arm, leading him towards the warm light of your home. You were already planning the breakfast menu in your head, your mind buzzing with the endless possibilities.

The kitchen was as quaint as the rest of the house, filled with the aroma of fresh coffee and homemade food. The cats were everywhere, yet surprisingly none of them dared to step into the kitchen, watching you with curious eyes as you moved around the kitchen with ease. Gojo watched as you rambled on, your hands busy preparing breakfast, your energy filling the room. It was a strange sight, a strange situation to be in. But for the first time in a while, he found himself enjoying the moment, the company, even if it was a bit overwhelming.

Surrounding him were cats of all shapes and sizes, lazily lounging around as if he was in some sort of feline paradise. Underneath him, he could feel the comforting plushness of a velvet cushion, the fabric surprisingly warm against his body. His limbs felt heavy, his body ached, and his mind was in a haze — the aftermath of a grueling battle that had left him dead and drained.

You bounced into the room, your eyes sparkling with giddiness and an energy that was almost contagious. Your hands were full with a tray stacked high with breakfast foods—toast, eggs, bacon, and a steaming pot of tea. The aroma wafted through the air, filling the room with a homey scent.

"I've prepared breakfast for you! You must be starving, right? Or maybe you prefer to sleep a bit more? But then the food will get cold, and I'm sure you wouldn’t want that, would you?"

Gojo blinked at your onslaught of words, silent but visibly amused by your excitement. You didn't give him a chance to speak, your words flowing like a river, leaving no room for interruption.

"And oh! Look at the kitties! They are just so cute, aren’t they?" you squealed, gesturing at the various cats lounging around the room, each one looking more comfortable than the last. "I hope you don't mind cats. They usually don't bother anyone, though. Well, except for that one," you pointed at a particularly grumpy-looking cat, "but he only bites when he's hungry. Or sleepy. Or bored."

A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips, the absurdity of the situation tickling his humor. He was used to being the one talking others' ears off, and your excitable rambling was a refreshing change. "You sure have a lot to say," he finally managed to inject, his tone laced with amusement.

"Oh, I do! I just can't help it!" you responded, seemingly unbothered by his observation. "Here, let me help you up. You need to eat and regain your strength." With a gentle tug from you, Gojo found himself being escorted to a dining table, the smell of the food growing stronger and making his stomach rumble in anticipation. As he took his seat, he couldn't suppress a small grin.

"Where am I?" Gojo asked, his voice still laced with slight confusion.

"Oh, this is my humble abode!" you said, setting the tray on a small coffee table in front of him. The aroma of fresh pancakes and coffee wafted through the air, making Gojo's stomach rumble unconsciously. "I found you outside last night, you looked pretty beat up…and uhm, dead? So I brought you in! Isn't that exciting? I mean, not your injuries, those are concerning, but like, you being here. I mean, it's not every day that you find the strongest sorcerer sprawled out on the ground."

He looked at you, surprised. You appeared to be a sorcerer, but one he has never heard of before. Considering your abilities, he should've at least heard about you once, right? You had managed to shut Gojo up.

"My cats and I are huge fans. Oh, speaking of cats, would you like to hold Mr. Mittens? He's the chubby one over there. He's very sweet. Or maybe you'd prefer Whiskers? She's a bit of a diva, but she warms up to people pretty quickly. Oh, but do try the pancakes first! I made them myself! And don't worry, I didn’t put any catnip in them, despite what Haku might have suggested." You continued rambling, every sentence punctuated with a giggle or a spark of excitement. Your words filled the room, like a colorful brush painting over the silence.

It was infectious, and despite his initial confusion, Gojo found himself intrigued. It was like he was caught in a whirlwind of your giddy excitement. He picked up a fork and tried a pancake, a smile of genuine delight spreading across his face. "These are good," he admitted.

"Well, of course, they are! I did make them after all," you winked playfully.

"Y'know," Gojo remarks, his voice muffled by a mouthful of the golden-brown fluffiness. His fingers deftly maneuver the fork despite his injuries, the syrup-soaked pieces disappearing into his mouth as if by magic. "Really thought I kicked the bucket this time,"

Your laughter rings out through the room, bouncing off the walls filled with cat portraits, "Oh, you definitely did, like mega dead." You flip another pancake onto a plate with gusto, your hands moving with practiced ease. "But you know, dead, alive, it's all very wishy-washy when you think about it. So, I just...you know...brought you back from the dead! No biggie, right?"

Gojo raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his visible eye. "And who might you be, the one who brought me back from the 'mega dead'?"

"Ah, well," you begin, absently scratching the chin of a tabby cat that had sauntered up to you, "you could say I'm a sort of... hermit? Yeah, that's a good word! I've been hiding. Or living. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. I just kinda keep to myself, ya know? Sorcerers aren't exactly my cup of tea...no offense."

"From sorcerers?" His tone is light, teasing, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity, a desire to understand this strange person who seems to exist outside the world he knows.

You throw your head back, laughing again. "Oh no, not just sorcerers, from everyone! Well, except cats, of course. Cats are the best."

Gojo chuckles, the sound low and warm, "So why the exception for me? Don't you usually dislike sorcerers?"

"Well," you say, a playful glint in your eyes, "You're something else. You're like...coffee. I like coffee..."

Gojo chuckled at your analogy, his bandaged fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. "Is that so? I'm flattered. But tell me, do you always hide out here with your army of cats?"

You giggled, your eyes twinkling with delight as you pointed at a chubby tabby dozing off in the corner. "Oh, they're not all mine! They just like to hang around. Cats are good judges of character, you know. They must like you too, none of them have run away yet!"

His laughter joins yours, filling the room with a warm, comfortable atmosphere, the kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket. The moment lingers, a snapshot of tranquility amidst the chaos outside. "You're quite interesting, you know," Gojo says, his eyes crinkling as he gives you a flirtatious wink. "I must admit, I'm a little intrigued."

You blink at him, surprised, then smile, "Really? That's awesome! I thought you might think I'm weird or something. I mean, I live with a bunch of cats and resurrected you from the dead. That's not exactly normal, right?"

You can hear the soft purring of a tabby curled up in your lap, its contentment spreading warmth in the cool morning air. You glance over at Gojo, who's seated at the wooden table, nursing a steaming cup of coffee with his left hand - the one that isn't bandaged. His injuries are quite severe, but with his normally nonchalant demeanor replaced by a grimace, you can't help but be reminded of how human he really is. He's currently preoccupied with a plate of pancakes you had insisted on making for him, their fluffy golden-brown layers slathered in a generous helping of syrup.

Your eyes meet his exposed blue ones, a rarity in itself. You notice the faintest hint of vulnerability swimming in them before he quickly masks it with his trademark smirk. "Hey," he begins, his voice hoarse from the injuries, "do you think my cursed energy will come back when all this," he gestures vaguely to his bandaged body, "heals up?"

You consider him for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, your face falling into an uncharacteristically serious expression. The room suddenly feels a lot heavier despite the early morning tranquility, and even the cats seem to quiet down, their yellow eyes glinting with curious anticipation.

"I'm sorry Gojo but.. you'll never get it back." you say, your voice steady yet soft. His eyes widen slightly at your words, and for a moment, the room is filled with a tense silence. You watch as he swallows, his grip on his mug tightening. He looks like he's about to say something, but before he can, you burst into a fit of snickers.

"Gotcha!" You exclaim, unable to hold back your laughter any longer. The cats scatter as you almost topple over, your laughter echoing around the room. When you finally catch your breath, you wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye, a wide grin stretching across your face.

Gojo, on the other hand, is staring at you dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open slightly. "What the—" he begins, but you cut him off with another round of laughter.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Gojo!" you manage to say between fits of giggles. "Of course your cursed energy will come back. Once your body is fully healed, and that should be in a month or two, everything will return to normal. You'll be back to being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and all that jazz."

Gojo blinked, before a slow grin spread across his face. "You're terrible," he commented, but there was no bite in his words.

You broke out into snickers, your shoulders shaking as you laughed. "Oh c'mon! I was just kidding!"

He stares at you for a moment longer before a playful glint appears in his eyes. "You almost gave me a heart attack," he grumbles, but there's no real anger in his voice. "You know, you're really cute when you're trying to be funny," he comments, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Your laughter finally subsides, and you give him a puzzled look. "I'm always funny, Gojo. You just don't appreciate good humor," you smirked.

Despite the injury, he wore his signature playful grin, watching your animated movements with amusement. "So," Gojo called out suddenly, his voice breaking through your excited chatter about a new cat toy you had ordered. "What makes me so special to you, compared to all the other sorcerers?" His tone was light, but there was an uncharacteristic seriousness underlying his question.

You tilted your head, a flash of confusion passing over your features before you beamed at him, completely oblivious to his attempt at flirting. "Well, let's see!" you chirped, reaching out to grab his hand. It was a surprising act, but your touch was gentle, your fingers tracing the lines on his palm. "Your hand says a lot about you, you know?"

His surprise was evident, but he allowed you to continue, intrigued by your sudden excitement. The cats around you seemed to share your giddiness, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding. "See this line?" you pointed at the creased skin under his fingers, "This is the Heart Line. It's long and deep, which means you're not only affectionate and caring but also carry a significant emotional burden." You traced the line as you spoke, your touch feather-light. "And yet.."

"And yet?" Gojo prompted, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite having just met you, he was drawn in by your authenticity, your childlike excitement, and your unusual approach to everything.

"And yet you care," you finally announced, looking up to meet his hidden gaze. "Despite the weight you carry, despite the battles you fight, you genuinely care about the people around you. That's not something I see every day, especially not in sorcerers."

Gojo was silent, his playful grin replaced by a more amused, softer smile. You had just described him with such accuracy that it was almost eerie. Yet, instead of feeling exposed, he felt understood. And that feeling was both comforting and terrifying.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you moved to another line. "This one here is your Life Line. It's strong and prominent, just like you. It shows you're resilient and have a zest for life. But it also suggests a heavy burden. You're shouldering a lot, aren't you?" You glanced up at him, your expression softening, as if you could see the weight he carried.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you continued to read his palm, diving into his personality, strengths, and hidden truths. Gojo watched you, his eyes wide with interest, a hint of amusement hidden in his gaze. You were everything he hadn't known he needed - a breath of fresh air in his world filled with curses and battles.

Your laughter filled the room as you moved onto a different line, your enthusiasm infectious. "And this, Gojo, is your Fate Line! It's very distinct, just like your destiny. You're meant for great things, and you know it." You poked his palm playfully, sending a ripple of laughter through the room.

He's taken aback, surprised by the accuracy of your readings. A soft chuckle escapes him, "Well, you certainly read more from my hand than I expected."

Your response, however, is cut short by a plaintive meow. You glance over your shoulder and find one of your cats pawing at the door, a clear sign that it's time for some unknown task. "Oh, it's that time already?" You exclaim, a note of surprise in your voice. Standing up, you dust off your pants and move to the door, throwing an apologetic look over your shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gojo. I have to run. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

With that, you're out the door, leaving Gojo alone in your kitchen. He watches as you disappear from sight, a small smile playing on his lips. It certainly was an interesting way to start the day, but he couldn't deny that it was also one of the most pleasant.

This is how it was for the ongoing weeks.

It started innocently enough. You would often leave for hours on end, without really ever telling him where you were going. Not that it was any of his business. The first time you vanished, he brushed it off, assuming you needed some time alone. You'd return, eventually, with apologies but no explanations. Your arrival would be marked by the faint scent of adventure hanging on your clothes, a lingering reminder of the world outside that was now closed off to him for now. He'd find himself undeniably excited for your arrival back, even if it meant you'd just ramble about random things.

As the first rays of dawn creep over the horizon, you burst into the room, your face flushed with excitement, eyes sparkling like the morning star. You're practically bouncing on your toes, the anticipation humming through you like a live wire. "Good morning, Gojo!" you exclaim, your voice echoing around the room.

Gojo, propped up against a stack of pillows, his injuries partially concealed by the sheets, raises an eyebrow at your enthusiasm but doesn't manage to suppress a small, amused smile. He's used to your vibrant energy by now, but he still finds it quite endearing, even if he'd never admit it out loud. "You're awfully chipper this morning," he says, his tone light and teasing.

You giggle, practically skipping over to his bedside, a tray of breakfast in your hands. There are cats lounging everywhere, scattered around the room like ornaments. Some are curled up on the window sills, others are sprawled out on the floor, and a few brave ones are perched at the foot of Gojo's bed, their eyes tracking your every move.

"There was this show I was watching last night—oh, it was so good! The main character has this really cool ability where they can, um... " you start rambling excitedly, setting down the breakfast tray on the nightstand before plopping down on the edge of the bed, your fingers twining together as you animatedly recount the plot. You're so caught up in your own world that you don't notice Gojo's gaze fixated on you, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"And then, there was this cat in the show, oh! It was the cutest thing! It had these tiny little paws and this adorable little nose and—" you're cut off by a soft purr, one of your cats rubbing up against your leg, begging for attention. With a laugh, you scoot down to give it a gentle scratch behind the ears, your heart swelling with affection.

Gojo watches you, a strange warmth spreading through him. He's so used to dealing with people who only care about power, the sight of someone so genuine and kind is refreshing. It's... nice.

"But enough about me, how are you feeling?" You ask, turning your attention back to him, your face softening with concern.

He grins at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm feeling better already," he says, and despite the ache in his body, he finds that he means it. Throughout the conversation, you're a whirlwind of energy, constantly shifting topics, getting distracted by the cats, but always making sure Gojo's okay. There's a warmth that radiates from you, a kindness that's as endearing as it is infectious. And as the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow on your face, Gojo can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he's a little bit smitten.

"Oh yeah— I forgot to tell you! Did you know that a group of cats is called a clowder? Or a glaring! Isn't that interesting?"

You're rambling again, you know, but you can't help it. Gojo simply looks at you, a nonchalant glance, a little twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Is that so?" He replies, a hint of laughter in his tone. His hand idly strokes the fur of a calico cat curled up against his side. He's silent for a while, his gaze fixed on you. It's intense, and you feel your cheeks warm up under his scrutiny.

You decide to break the silence, "And did you know that a cat's brain is 90% similar to a human's? Fascinating, right?" You continue, pointing at a fluffy white cat that was attempting to climb onto Gojo's lap.

"Are you implying that I've a cat's brain now?" Gojo asks, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You can't help but giggle at his playful sarcasm. The sound fills the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the soft mewls of the cats.

"Of course not, Gojo! Your brain is much more... unique," you reply, pausing for effect, "Like a snow leopard's, perhaps?"

"Snow leopard, huh?" He chuckles, sounding genuinely amused. It’s a warm sound, and you find yourself grinning in response. You can see it then, the way his expression softens just a tiny bit, his fingers gently scratching behind the ears of a purring tabby.

A bit of time has passed, and he finds himself near the kitchen once again. The sun was setting, and the soft, orange glow bathed the cottage. It was a quaint, cozy space, cluttered with books, trinkets, and an ungodly number of cat toys strewn about. The soft hum of a refrigerator and the occasional meow filled the silence. In the midst of it all sat Gojo, the man known as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer, on your worn-out couch, buried under a pile of cats. His usually vibrant, silver hair was a mess, courtesy of the cat currently nestled in it. His blindfold had been long ago lost in the battle with Sukuna, revealing those striking, azure eyes. They were softer now, lacking their usual teasing glint, replaced with a peaceful, almost vulnerable gaze.

You were in the kitchen, trying your best to prepare dinner while simultaneously swatting away the curious cats trying to jump on the counter. The apron you wore was adorned with ridiculous cat prints. Gojo was currently chuckling at your struggles from his comfortable spot on the couch. "Need any help there?" He asked, a playful smirk on his face as he lowered the manga he had been reading. His voice was smooth, the amusement lacing his words only adding to the charm.

"N—no, I got this!" You stammered, trying to keep a pot from boiling over, food in a pan from burning, while shooing a particularly stubborn cat away.

The laughter that erupted from Gojo was genuine and hearty, a sound rarely heard outside the confines of these walls. It was a stark contrast to the playful, yet calculated warrior who faced gruesome curses and life-threatening dangers daily. "You sure? Because it looks like Tama is about to help itself to the fish," he teased, pointing to the cat that had finally managed to jump onto the counter. The sight of you yelping and sprinting towards the cat sent him into another fit of laughter.

As you stirred the pot of stew on the stove, the spicy aroma wafting through the air, you looked over your shoulder to see Gojo sprawled across your couch. He was surrounded by a small army of your cats, their soft purrs a testament to their contentment. Gojo's long, elegant fingers were gently stroking the fur of the tabby curled up on his chest, his other hand lazily flipping through a manga. The simple sight of him, so at ease, made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't expected. It was just so...normal. So human.

A sudden, loud meow from one of the kittens snapped you out of your thoughts. You couldn't help but laugh as Gojo jumped, surprised, the manga slipping from his fingers. The kittens scattered, leaving a bemused Gojo in their wake. His lips pulled into a pout, the sight so endearing you had to suppress the urge to coo. "Traitors," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And here I was, thinking we had something special."

You laughed again, the sound filling the room, making Gojo's heart flutter in response. He turned to you, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, laugh it up," he said, though the fondness in his voice belied his words.

You walked over to him, a plate of curry in your hands. "Here, eat up," you said, placing the plate on the coffee table in front of him. "And don't worry about the cats. They'll come back once they smell the food."

Gojo sighed dramatically, the act making you roll your eyes. But you knew, as he picked up his spoon and took the first bite, he wouldn't have it any other way. This was his sanctuary, his slice of normalcy in a world filled with curses and chaos. And you, you were his anchor, grounding him in a reality where he could just be Satoru. And for that, he was eternally grateful.

He was starting to fall for you.

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brivinty · 1 year

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B.I.M.B.O!! I JUST WANNA BE A STUPID HOE! <3

Featuring; Gojo x bimbo reader (female)

TW; mentions of eating out, overstim, praise? Sugar daddy Gojo... Summary; Gojos loves his bimbo girlfriend. <3 Quick oneshot ★

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Gojo loves you, the way your tiny mini skirts barely cover your ass. The way your crop top is barely covering your bra. The way you jump up and down in excitement when you see him even though you're wearing moon boots that’ll hurt your ankles if you jump too much. The way you always show off your nails that he watched get done, and paid for.

He just adores you so much. When you get lost in the mall he’ll purposely pretend he can’t find you, just to see you yelling his name all stupid-like. He doesn’t like to call you stupid or anything, and he definitely doesn’t think you're stupid, but it’s just the way you're always in your little world. Sometimes he thinks you aren't even paying attention when he speaks, and only the gods know how you managed to pass through high school and college.

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“Toru!! Look, I got my nails done in pink with diamonds because blue’n pink match lots.”

“Baby, those aren’t diamonds it’s just white spots..”

“Nuh-uh! What you know about nails Toru’ nothin' ~!”

“Ok, princess..”

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Gojo loves car rides with you because you’ll be doing your makeup or fixing up your hair, and he’ll purposely speed up just to watch you panic and mess up. “Toru… you made me mess up!” You would whine loudly with a frown on your face looking at how your lip gloss smudged, or how your hair looks unfluffed when it's usually big and curly. “s’ok princess do you want me to mess it up more? Then you can just restart.” Gojo would say smiling so wide before moving you into the backseat. And you, of course, comply because you would do anything to make your boyfriend happy.

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“Toru, pick a color, pretty please?” You asked holding up three colors for him to choose from. “Pink” He’d say knowing that’s the color you want truthfully. “Mk! Thank you, Toru, baby!” You would reply all giggly and happy that he had chosen the color you wanted. He’d follow you to the lady who’s doing your nails watching as you smile and wave enthusiastically at the lady who'd sweat drop at you, your outfits just seemed to get more revealing daily. “Hi!! I brought my own little crystals to put on my nails! Do you think you can put them on my nails when you're done?” You ask sweetly as the lady nods at you with a smile. “Toru’ do you have my bag?” You’d ask him with big doe eyes worried you had forgotten it at home, and of course, he did, anything you left in his car he’d grab it because he knows you’ll need it. “Mhm, is this what you’re talking bout?” He’d ask holding up the gems knowing it is what you need.

“Oo! You’re so smart! It is! Smarty pants toru!” You’d say before taking it out his hand and giving him a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down. He’d always sit down right next to you throughout the whole nail session and then take you out for something to eat. You’d get home and go shower and you’d get out with a pink towel that was way too small for your body and Gojo loves it. “Princess c’mere” he’d ask, and you would walk to him without a single thought going through your head. Next thing you know, he’s in between your thighs sucking you dry, overstimulating you.

“Toru!! S’to much!!” You’d yell but in reality, you’re enjoying it so much. “One more for me baby? Please..?” Gojo asks and you’ll always say yes because the way the word ‘please’ rolls off his tongue is just so addicting to you.

Pt 2. Here! :)

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chosoguapo · 2 years

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OWN IT gojo satoru x black feminine reader (she/her pronouns) ⤷ content warning: 700+ wc, smut, fluff, fem reader, public sex — car sex, drug usage (weed/edibles) previous part! + next part!

note: you honestly don’t have to read the first part, im just making it be a three part thing because they kinda tie together. since in the geto one im implying that gojo is the boyfriend who is being cheated on.

BOYFRIEND!GOJO who can't keep his hands off you even while your are do the simplest of tasks. he'll come up from behind you while you are cooking dinner to leaving gentle kisses on your neck.

BOYFRIEND!GOJO that likes to pick on you. he's a known class clown and you are his favorite person to mess with. seeing you roll your eyes because you are annoyed with him, is sort of a turn on for him. gojo so definitely the type to hump you from behind while you are bent over.

BOYFRIEND!GOJO who doesn’t believe in getting jealous. yes being cocky is in his nature, but he’s confident in himself. there’s isn’t anything that scares him, except loosing the ones he loves.

BOYFRIEND!GOJO that loves late night sexting. he's the type to be stroking the hell out of his cock, just from a picture that of you in corset that make your breasts pop. "i can't get enough of you baby"

imagine BOYFRIEND!GOJO that is your personal plug. you two have a regular routine of meeting in the campus parking lot to get high. the sensation that the edible gives, always makes you horny.

“you look so good baby” gojo says moves your tight skirt up to further spread your legs. just from the few minutes of the make-out, you were dripping with sweat from the heat and you were wet as ever.

gojo eases the straps of your dress down from your shoulders, boobs falling out once they are fully down. your nipples perked up, the tiny buds poking straight out.

his lips coming in-and-out as he sucks on your right nipple. your hands gripped on his shoulders while he moved his other hand to pinching and rubbing your left nipple. the friction you both felt rubbing your hips against each other. gojo groaned in your mouth as he eased his hand under your skirt to feel just how needy you are. he moves your underwear to the side, running his fingers on your folds.

from the look of pleasure on your face, gojo could tell you were about to let out a moan. he pulls you in by your chin for a hard kiss as he continues to rub your clit in a circular motion. your muffled whines going into his mouth.

the edibles you two ate earlier kicking in, only make you both even hornier. “i need you gojo” you quickly undo the buckle of his belt. gojo helps you by lifting his body up above the sets to pull his pants down some. you move your skirt up to the mid section of your stomach. while gojo takes the opportunity to slide your panties to the side.

gojo pumps his dick oozing with pre-cum a few times before inserting it in your folds. you moan just from the feeling him inside you. fixing your posture to sit up straight, you lean forward with your head in between his neck and shoulder. planting small kisses on his neck with the sound of each kiss filling his ears.

both his hand grabbing one side of your hips, guiding you through each thrust. feeling your walls tightening around him, gojo threw his head back. he could feel all the hickeys forming on his neck and chest for the sucking your were doing.

“your so tight” gojo said as he thrust in you faster than before. as the car moved back and forth which each thrust gojo gave inside of you. “fuck baby” your arms looped around his neck with your fingers playing in his hair.

gojos hands gripped tighter on you. he held you in place as you threw your head back, moaning from the sensation. your right hand hastily reached for the roof handle to hold you balance as you continue to bounce on gojo. “im c-close”you stuttered your words out.

feeling that he was also close, gojo thrust into you once more. you came all over him while his cum was oozing out of your tight hole. a mess was made on gojos pants from the climax you both experienced. you both felt the muscles in your body relax. letting out small pants, as you layed on him. leaning his head down, gojo gave you a kiss on the forehead. before leaning his head back to savor this moment with you for a minute.

#gojo.txt #boyfriend!gojo #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo hcs #gojo x female reader #gojo x fem reader #gojo drabbles #ᕱ⑅ᕱ ۪𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒖 ۪ ۫ 〜

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arminsumi · 3 months

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♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

Pairings : fem reader / bully!Gojo Satoru / bully!Geto Suguru

Synopsis : college boy Satoru bullying you around with his best friend

Warnings : bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, bl*wjob, p*ssyjob, semi-public s*x, rough s*x, perv behaviors, namecalling (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch), getting caught, threesome, +++

Bully!Gojo who asks Suguru to trip you down the corridors as you walk past them, so that you can fall right into his arms.

"Oopsie..." Suguru says, grinning like a jackass and sticking his leg out. Your face plants into the muscular chest of that white-haired freak, and then he pulls out one of his awful pick-up lines on you; "Fallin' for me, sweetheart? I knew you would eventually." he blatantly stares straight down at your cleavage. "What!" you give them a repulsed look and pull back. Your reaction elicits giggles from your two bullies, and they check out your ass as you walk away in a fit of anger. "... I'd give her backshots 'till dawn." Satoru says, and Suguru shakes his head at his best friend, "You're insane." he says, but Satoru says, "She looks like she needs to get fucked hard."

Bully!Gojo who grumbles and folds his arms, sat in the principle's office after pulling a water-dumping stunt on you just to see your nipples go hard.

He glares at his spiralbound notebook. Instead of writing an apology letter like the principle instructed him to do within an hour, he ends up writing your name over and over and drawing hearts around it, filling the page with little doodles of you as if he's some obsessed high school boy.

Bully!Gojo who loves the squeaks he elicits out of you when he slams and pins you against the wall.

"I bet you get so wet for me when I do this." he taunts, whispering lowly into your ear. "No I don't!" you lie, glaring up at him. He arches his back and bends his knees to level himself with your face, "Liar." he says, lips grazing your cheek. "F—feel for yourself, freak. You'll see I'm not wet..." you bluff. He arches a brow and dips his fingers between your thighs, making you gasp as he presses against your hole through your panties. He just grins, backs away, cockily lifts his chin, and leaves you standing there embarrassed.

Bully!Gojo who muffles your moans on his big hand while caging you with his body in the cramped closet at a college party.

He grinds his crotch against you, making you aware of the size difference between your bodies as his big, heavy cock divides your tiny pussy lips. "I know you need me, baby." he lowers his voice, cautious about getting caught with you in here, "Just say the word and I'll take you to heaven, I promise." he murmurs almost romantically, but before he can fully cast his spell over you, your classmate Nanami Kento draws back the closet door. "Wow. We're at a party, what's wrong with you two?" he scolds. Satoru chuckles guiltily while you just crumble in embarrassment, "Out, out! Stop fucking in my damn closet...!"

Bully!Gojo who loves it when you try to retaliate by spitting on his uniform. It gives him a brilliant idea for the next time you visit his dorm room for a class project.

"Spit on it. Make it sloppier. Good... now choke on me." he shoves your head down on his cock, big hand firmly holding the back of your hair. He makes you take as much of his meaty cock as your tiny mouth can handle. He groans and cums so hard after just a few shallow thrusts into your mouth. "Hey, don't let it fucking spill out, you whore. I want to see you swallowing every. fucking. drop." and damn, his cum is so thick and so much that you nearly choke on it. But that just makes his ego swell.

Bully!Gojo who stalks you like a cat in school, following you down corridors, cornering you in quiet classrooms, getting up in your face.

He doesn't let you breathe, he always closes the spaces and gaps between you and him. He'll be chewing you out for something, calling you a dumb slut while grazing his lips over yours. Arguments always lead to him growling "Shut up..." before slamming his lips onto yours. And when Satoru kisses you? He starts moaning real quick, something about you just makes him weak. Next thing you know, his fingertips are rising up your thighs and daring under your skirt, and your fingers are exploring under his shirt, feeling over his muscles.

Bully!Gojo who fingers you into ecstasy... in the middle of class.

He'll sit himself next to you, and you'll squirm uncomfortably under the scowls you receive from jealous girls. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you whisper-shout under your breath, "Satoru, you're embarrassing me!" and he murmurs back, "No, baby, you're embarrassing yourself with how fucking wet you are. Just listen to that pussy..." he goes harder, the sounds get louder and you can hardly think with how his fingers rub in and out of you. Satoru makes you orgasm on his fingers right there, grinning like a bastard at the feeling. You bet he taunts you afterwards, "I can't believe how slutty you are... you'd be a slutty girlfriend, huh?"

Bully!Gojo who has Suguru apologizing on his behalf all the time.

"I'm so sorry... I swear Satoru's not usually this much of a menace. He's just got a thing for you, haha..." it hurts his lil' heart to see you getting pushed around... sike. Lots of Gojo's gutsy plans originate from his nasty best friend. Satoru can only come up with the most basic shit; stealing your lunch, tickling your back, pinning you to the wall, bluffing how he'll "ruin your life". But Suguru? He's the one with the good ideas; dumping water on you from the balcony to see your cloths sticking to your body, persuading explicit pics out of you, and smirkingly staring at them with a wide-eyed Satoru... who thanks him.

Bully!Gojo who's got the most foul, nasty dirty talk.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" you squeal in the backseat of his car, feeling him pound into you from the back. "Of course you are..." he humiliates you, pounding you harder and harder into your orgasm, "... tell me you're my little whore." he grunts. "I'm your whore!" you squeal, "Again..." he smiles sadistically, "I'm your whooore!" you reply weakly. He pulls you to his chest and grinds deeper inside, "Yeah that's right. You're just my little cock whore."

Bully!Gojo who gets off to you crying.

Tears streak your cheeks and your body shakes; trying to adjust to his size is impossible. He's always too deep, too thick, stretching you out and fucking up your guts like a pornstar. "Aw, can't take it? What a fucking crybaby." Satoru groans, slapping his hips into you back and forth like an animal. He hears you sniffling and moaning for more, "Keep crying; it's gonna make me cum so hard..."

Bully!Gojo who bets your pussy on a basketball game with Suguru and makes you sit and watch.

"Aw... princess, 'guess it's a draw. You don't mind if we share you, right? After all, sharing is caring. And we all care about each other, don't we?" Satoru smiles. They're sweaty and exhausted, but still have enough stamina in them to pound you. "Come on, show Suguru how sweet your holes feel."

Bully!Gojo and bully!Geto who literally bully their cocks into your pussy one after another, taking turns and telling you how good you feel and how good of a slut you are for them.

"Whose do you like better...?" Suguru asks, but you're too dumbed out, "I dunno! Both!" you squeal. He gives you a dangerous smile, "Aw... well, let's go another round and see." he says, making Satoru laugh, "Oh, I don't think she can handle another round. She's too weak."

Suguru just pushes your legs back, slides too deep inside, and coos, "You're right, Satoru. She takes cock like a bitch... we should train her into the perfect cockslut. Aw, look... she's smiling."

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house-elves and moondew [one]

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru (poly) [hogwarts!au]

warnings: minors dni!! ravenclaw!reader, reader is also a little socially anxious, I make up some stuff about herbology and magical plants, reader has seen someone die but it’s not specific, insecurity, hints of threats, some violence and injury, blood, mentions of insomnia, suggestive themes, mahito and jogo are death eaters, polyamory

word count: 15.5k

a/n: this is the first half of this one shot!! the second half is almost finished and is scheduled to be posted hopefully by the end of the week :D let me know if you want to be tagged when it drops <3

The glistening alabaster shine of the moon illuminates the thin, frail leaves of the small plant before you. The upturned, indigo petals of a Moondew flower are nearly bioluminescent in the darkness of nightfall, a delicate cyan undertone leaking through the depths of the purple leaves and glowing faintly amongst the other fauna. In the light of day, Moondew is harder to collect due to its size, often disappearing under the growth of other plants and hiding amongst weeds or in the underbrush. It’s for this reason, that you’ve chosen to brave the darkness of the Forbidden Forest at this moonlit hour.

With only a lantern and the moon to guide you with their shine, you search the depths of the forest for the faint blue glow of Moondew flowers. Under different circumstances, you’d likely find yourself too cowardly to enter the Forbidden Forest alone – let alone so late into the night. However, as you meander slowly through the trees, the little fear that simmers in your stomach is pushed away in the company of the pack of Thestrals that roam at your sides.

The pack of mystical creatures seem to have taken a liking to you after all your visits, often accompanying you on journeys like this. When you first encountered them at the forest’s edge, you’d been a little frightened. With mangled bodies that looked like dark skin wrapped around bone, towering bodies and sharp beaks, you were unsure if the creatures would harm you. However, you quickly learned that there was nothing but kindness behind their vacant, gray eyes.

“Hello, Little One,” you whisper softly into the cold, night air. The young Thestral that approaches is one you’re quite familiar with. He’d been born only a few days after you’d met the pack of winged horses. His twin had followed shortly after, a rarity amongst Thestrals. The young one had quickly grown attached to your frequent visits, nudging his large head against your torso to beg for scratches and for whatever treats you buried in your pockets.

The Thestral coos a gentle sound as you rub his muzzle, beak chittering a little as you pull your hand away. The pack responds to the young one’s call with sounds of their own, and despite the shivering, mournful noise, you relax into the company of your dead companions.

You wonder if the Thestral pack has taken a liking to you because of your ability to see their thin, leathery forms. Not many at the wizarding school were able to visualize their existence, a feat that did not go unnoticed. It was said that only those who encountered death were able to see the creatures, a notion that first tied your stomach in knots of anguished grief. As time passed however, the information grew from a mournful reminder to thankful sentiment.

Without the painful memory, you wouldn’t be able to pursue the undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest at such a late hour, let alone meandering through the trees on your lonesome. With the pack of Thestrals at your side, you did not fear the creatures that lurked in the darkness.

The little basket in your left hand swings gently as you drop to your knees at the foot of a little Moondew flower. The bony, reptilian head of the young Thestral gently bumps into your back, cooing softly for more attention as you let a huffed giggle escape your lips. With delicate hands, you collect a few of the glowing flowers with practiced ease and lay them in your wicker basket.

As a seventh year Ravenclaw, you were adept at conducting the necessary care that certain magical plants needed for potion use. Herbology and Potions were two of your favorite subjects, and they often tied together quite nicely.

After collecting a few of the Moondew flowers, you stood once more and grasped onto the little basket of flowers and other plants you’d collected in the moonlight. Though you’d only entered the Forbidden Forest to collect Moondew, you couldn’t help the urge to gather some other fauna as you spotted them in the undergrowth.

Replenishing the stores of the potion cabinets was a task you conducted often. You liked to forage for the different ingredients, finding calm in the hushed sounds of greenery surrounding the castle. You’d take any opportunity to get away from the hurried chaos of the halls of Hogwarts.

Professor Slughorn was more than delighted to enlist you for the duty, especially since he could be a bit absent minded. More often than not, when he was left to his own devices, supplies ran short or he’d find himself poking his nose into Professor Sprout’s greenhouse – a stunt you did not appreciate. You spent too many hours coaxing and caring for the herbs and fauna in her greenhouse, meticulously doting on each individual plant to ensure it would grow under even the worst circumstances. You were not about to lose any of your work to Professor Slughorn’s greedy fingers.

With a deep sigh of cold night air, you counted the petals of the flowers you gently placed in your basket. Huffing silently under your breath, you happily hummed when you realized you collected more than enough Moondew flowers for the next few days of Potions lessons.

Turning back to the young Thestral, you cooed softly when the bony creature squawked for attention. Flapping his wings gently in excitement, his tail flipped back and forth as he danced on his feet. You laughed and ran your hand across his side, stuffing your hand in your pocket to grasp onto the bag of meaty snacks that Hagrid had provided for you.

You had reached out to the half-giant to determine the best food to bring the undead creatures, knowing that Hagrid would never report you for taking care of the animals on Hogwarts’ property. The gamekeeper was more than excited to hear of the care you provided for the Thestrals. Though he couldn’t see them, he was delighted to hear that you wanted to care for them as he could not.

Hagrid had provided the nutritious snacks that the Thestrals adored. As they were carnivores by nature, you mostly brought fresh meat for them when you could. You made sure to bring a separate basket for those kinds of treats – you weren’t keen on putting raw meat in your pockets.

When you threw a piece into the air, the young Thestral clicked his beak excitedly and leaned back onto his rear hooves to capture the snack before it hit the forest floor. You giggled at his energy, rubbing his smooth, leathery skin when he returned to your side. The texture was a little strange, but you had grown used to running your fingers over the skin of the undead creatures.

Some of the other Thestrals made noises of contempt, waiting semi-patiently for their turn as you scratched the young behind his ears. Huffing with a warmth in your chest, you giggled and turned to pass out more treats to the rest of the pack. Feeding them from the palm of your hand, you were delighted to be able to stand so close to such dangerous creatures. Despite their considerable size and strength, the Thestral pack was more than kind to you. They ate from the palm of your hand, taking care to keep their beaks away from your fingers and gently picking up the meaty snacks.

You cooed as an older mare nudged you gently with her muzzle, pushing you gently back towards the castle grounds. It was getting quite late – the moon was at its peak, shining its bright alabaster white and illuminating the forest floor.

The Thestrals were wary tonight – and for good reason.

One of the older males roughly scraped his hoof against the forest floor, huffing angrily as the light of the full moon broke through the trees. Most of the pack were a little apprehensive, dark bodies ensuring that you were constantly surrounded by their forms. They kept watch as you collected flowers and other fauna, lithe bodies and gray eyes scanning the forest for any movement.

It was a full moon. You understood the creatures’ caution, taking care to keep quiet as you delicately gathered the plants you needed. Full moons were dangerous, especially in the Forbidden Forest. However, Moondew were easiest to collect in the light of a full moon – their bright blue glow more obvious to spot in the undergrowth at such hours. With your wand at easy access, you were not terribly worried about other creatures roaming the night. The Thestral pack was protective, so you needn’t worry about your safety as you trusted the creatures to care for you as you did them.

However, the chilling sound of a werewolf’s cry startling through the silence of the Forbidden Forest and sending a shiver down your spine, was not a pleasant sound. Werewolves were formidable creatures – ones you didn’t want to encounter under the light of a full moon. While the Thestrals would protect you, the tension in your spine returned at the inhuman howl that rang through the air.

It was too dangerous to remain lingering in the forest.

With hair standing on end, you scatter the remaining pieces of treats for the Thestrals onto the ground and let them finish the snacks. Rubbing a hand along one of the leathery sides of a large mare, you quickly scan the basket in which you've been collecting fauna. Ensuring that you have the proper amount of the necessary plants, you quickly fold a small cloth over them to ensure that they won’t be lost in your rush back to the castle grounds.

Standing and straightening your spine, you dig your hands into the warmth of your dark robes and bury your nose into the depths of the navy scarf that’s wrapped around your neck. The days are getting closer to Winter and the temperature is steadily dropping. In the evenings, you can see your frigid breaths in the night air and feel the cold pressing into your extremities. Soon snow will fall on the Forbidden Forest, and fewer plants will survive the harsh temperatures. In these colder months, you mostly rely on the fauna in your greenhouse while tending to some of the Winter plants that can still survive the chilling snow.

Clicking your tongue twice, the Thestral pack raise their heads to attention. They had been remarkably easy to train, always ready to follow the commands of those they had deemed worthy. Some of the large males huff a sound as they spread out. They split amongst themselves, two taking the lead as another dropped behind to bring up the rear. Larger females seem to flank you on both sides, ensuring that you’re protected from all sides as you begin to make your way back to the castle.

They've taken to escorting you back to the grounds. Though you knew the way and could fend off most of the creatures of the night, the Thestral pack was insistent on guiding you as far as they could. They got huffy and pushy if you didn’t allow their escort, a sentiment that still seemed to make you giggle.

Though, on nights like these, you appreciated their guidance. Under the illumination of the full moon, it would be foolish to venture alone. Werewolves were not the only dangerous creature to roam the forest in these perilous hours.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, only the sounds of the forest and the wind to fill the quiet space. While ominous, you appreciate the tranquility of the noiselessness. With only the hushed sounds of nature and the clicking of hooves against the dirt, you feel at ease in the silence. It falls over you with an aura of serenity that you greatly enjoy. Even the chilling reminder of a roaming werewolf does not spook you in the relaxing atmosphere you’ve created.

However, as another few silent moments pass, the aura is shattered as the startled cry of a human breaks through the night air.

It’s an eerie cry: one filled with panic and utter fear.

Head whipping in the direction of the sound, the Thestrals click their beaks and neigh in an anxious manner. You hush them gently, stomach turning in your own muted fear. Gut rolling, you roll on your heels as you debate following the noise. What lay ahead could only be danger, and you’d be risking your own safety for another. Beginning to gnaw at your lower lip, you run your tongue over the multitude of scars on the inner side of your lip where you’ve been pulling at the skin. Anxious habits.

One of the Thestrals nudges you with her muzzle, trying to push you back towards the castle with another huff. You rub her nose with tension in your muscles, but don’t look away from the direction of the cry.

When another panicked shout echoes through the silence, ravens scatter from the treetops. They’re not far – only a few hundred yards at most. Stomach tightening with anxiety, you step forward as the red light of a stunning spell shoots through the dark of the night. Tightening your fingers into a fist, you push down the worried lump in your throat and gently push the Thestral away as you step forward.

“I can’t leave them,” you whisper gently to the adult female. The Thestral regards you with her knowing gray eyes, dark leathery skin shifting under the muscle that runs along her side. She huffs another sound before neighing and shaking her head.

The other Thestrals respond with similar sounds, already shifting to face you as you begin to make your way towards the echoed cry. They follow obediently, beginning to trot as you pick up the pace. Your brows twist into an expression of panic and you begin to rush towards the person in danger.

Thestrals following and wings beginning to beat in a show of strength, you huff a breath as you run. Feet beating against the soil and arms pumping, you race with heaving breaths. Heart beginning to pound, you attempt to control your breathing as another red light zaps through the undergrowth. Stupefy. Whoever is out there is a wizard, likely trying to stun their opponent rather than harm,

The pack squawks as you speed up, hooves pounding as they race. Two large adult males push in front of you, taking the lead to protect you from the oncoming peril. Their wings are massive, blocking out the white light of the moon as they spread on either side.

Pushing through the line of thick trees, your racing mind and heavy breaths come to a halt as you lay eyes on the clearing before you. There are two men, forms you recognize, facing the towering form of a hulking werewolf as it leers over their vulnerable bodies. One of the men lays on the floor, wand a few yards away as he clutches his forearm. Blood runs from long, scarlet scratches that decorate his arm. He’s wincing, pulling the wound tight to his chest as his dark eyes scan the bodies in front of him. Face twisted in pain and long, dark hair falling into his eyes, he cries out to the second man.

The second man stands tall in front of the first. His back is to his partner’s, white hair shining under the moonlight and arm extended with his wand at the ready. His body is tense and his teeth are gritted as he tries to shield the dark-haired male, who has likely been injured from the werewolf’s massive claws. His bright, crystalline eyes shine with both courage and fear, the pupils blown wide as his expression twists. He stands in between his partner and the werewolf, body tense and wand out to curse the beast if it takes another step.

“Toru!” The dark-haired man cries, hand outstretching to reach for the body of the lean, white-haired wizard.

Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, stands tall in the night. His body stands between the snarling werewolf and his lover – Geto Suguru, the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff.

As the beast growls another angry, bone-chilling sound, he falls onto his gangly arms and pushes closer on all fours. The werewolf is a terrifying creature. With stringy hair and bones elongated in a monstrous, inhuman manner, the creature’s pale skin and sharp teeth are daunting under the light of the moon.

Gojo’s stomach twists as the creature continues to push forward. The seventh-year Slytherin doesn’t want to kill this beast – his trembling hands say as much. While it may be a terrifying creature under the alabaster light of the full moon, the beast was still human under any other circumstance. Unable to control i’s own actions, the werewolf would harm anyone under the bloodlust of the moon’s control.

With his mind racing, Gojo presses backward to cover more of Geto’s body. The Hufflepuff is unable to aid his partner, blood dripping from the agonizing claw marks that stretch along his forearm. Both are panicked, bodies tense and stomachs twisting in a form of pure fear they’ve seldom experienced.

The werewolf snarls again, body dropping into a low crouch as it prepares to lunge towards the two. Saliva drips from its sharp fangs, and Gojo swears he can hear his heart pound in his ears. Geto is no better, the pulse in his chest beating quickly as he attempts to wrap his robes around his stinging forearm. His mind races, unable to aid Gojo as the werewolf lurks closer. Geto’s stomach twists as he tries to stand, unable to bear the thought of his partner fighting alone.

Heart in his throat, Gojo presses his jaw tighter as the werewolf leans back onto its haunches.

“Suguru,” he murmurs shakily, voice quiet as he chokes over the sound. “Run.”

Though he can’t see it, Geto furiously shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes as it drops from the messy bun. Still clutching his arm tightly, Geto’s gut twists as his teeth grit. He grunts under the agonizing throb but stands his ground regardless.

“No.”

It’s a huffed sound, one of pain but spoken with an air of stubbornness. Geto refuses to leave Gojo behind, especially not now. The mere thought sends a beat of nausea into his stomach as it turns into an angry sort of guilt. Every fiber of his being trembles with emotion and his fingers tremble where they grasp the bleeding scratches of his forearm.

“Suguru, please.” Gojo is pleading now, chest aching as he tries to send his partner to safety. To protect the ones he loves, Gojo will take on the worst of magical beasts and the darkest of wizards.

Geto shakes his head once more, a pained huff escaping his lips as he stands. The werewolf paces in front of them, scanning the two men with sharp eyes. The long-haired Hufflepuff leans his body against his partner, arm sliding around the crystalline-eyed wizard to help him maintain his balance.

“I won't leave you, Satoru.”

Gojo’s chest shakes with a heavy breath, hand tightening around the long, thin wand in his grip. He leans into Geto’s body, letting some of his weight rest against his partner even if it means turning away from the predator in front of them.

Before Gojo can respond to Geto, the gangly inhuman beast is lowering on its haunches to pounce at the two wizards once more. Sucking in a deep breath, Gojo feels the wood of his wand cut into his flesh from how tight he grips it. Geto’s warm body presses into his side, unable to help defend themselves with his wand thrown aside by the beast. Stomach twisting and breath catching in the lump in his throat, Geto nearly squeezes his eyes shut.

In the next moment, a flash of red light bursts in front of them and a fierce cry cuts through the night air in a furious shout, startling the spindly, monstrous creature.

“Stupefy!”

The spell slams into the werewolf’s side, throwing it off balance as it slides a few feet away from the two wizards. The blow is not enough to subdue, but it delivers a hit that sends the beast off its feet, falling onto its side in a bout of confusion.

Gojo sucks in a deep breath, unoccupied hand sliding down to grip Geto to him tightly. The white-haired wizard heaves a heavy breath of both shock and relief as a body slides in front of him. Dark robes and a long navy-blue scarf fill his vision as a figure holds their wand strongly in front of them. Nails painted in a deep black, they grip their wand tight as their jaw clenches shut. The air feels as though it’s been sucked from his lungs when he takes in your form. Standing tall and firm despite the tremble in your fingers, Gojo watches as you set your shoulders back, using your own body as a shield in between them and the beast.

The crystalline-eyed wizard feels his heart seize in his chest. There’s both the warmth of relief and awe simmering underneath the feeling of panic. With his stomach rolling, Gojo watches with wide eyes as your chest rises and falls in a quickened rhythm, feeling a sense of astonished wonder filter through his body at your bravery.

Geto too, feels the same lingering awestruck fascination strike him as your chest heaves in pants. Your other hand clutches a small wicker basket with something buried beneath a layer of cloth, the fingers faintly trembling as the knuckles tense in their tight grip. The long-haired wizard feels his stomach twist in worry, feeling an unexpected need to ease the panic that must course through your body. He doesn’t know why the emotion seizes him, taking ahold of the forefront of his mind as he watches you stand strong in front of himself and his lover despite your obvious fear.

Your form is familiar, but Geto doesn’t have the moment to ponder the thought before the werewolf lets out a blood-curling snarl.

The gangly beast shakes its head in an angry lurch as it drags itself onto its four limbs once more. It seems to have righted itself from the brief blow of the spell, limbering forward with lips pulled back into a snarl. Despite the shivers that echo down your spine, you brace your shoulders and keep your face pulled tight. Fear twists in your gut, forcing a bout of nausea into your throat, but you push away the sickening lump.

When the werewolf howls again, head thrown back into a monstrous stance, your grip around the thin wood of your wand tightens in order to repress the shake that threatens to overwhelm you. The beast drops back onto its forearms, pulling back into a crouch as it prepares to lunge for you and the two wizards.

The hair raises on Gojo’s forearms, his wand still clutched in his grip. Knuckles white from the intense grasp on the dark wood, he keeps the wand raised alongside yours. His other hand still clutching Geto’s, Gojo feels the familiar sense of a protective urge flow through his chest. He’s a little confused when the feeling extends to you, but he doesn’t have the moment to consider it.

With a final angry growl, the werewolf pushes off its hind legs and lunges forward with its powerful jaws wide open.

Geto cries out with a shout. Hand clutched to his chest and blood dripping from the mauled scratches, he feels panic seize his gut as the werewolf just nearly closes its jaws around your forearm before the three of you can move.

In a single, tense moment, time seems to slow as the beast closes in on your body. However, before you or Gojo can cry out a spell, a sick crunching sound echoes through the quiet of the night.

In the next, the ghastly beast is flung away from your forms with a mighty blow.

Your heart skips a beat, feeling relief flow through your body. Though there’s still nausea pressing into your stomach, the acid simmering at the back of your throat, you feel the tension in your muscles sag as the dark, leathery form of a Thestral steps huffs angrily in front of you.

The werewolf is flung away with a single powerful blow from the Thestral’s hoof. The crack of its ribs can be heard in a gut-twisting sound as the strong kick forces the beast away. Pushed yards away, you allow your wand to drop slightly as you huff a sob of relief under your breath. The Thestral’s massive body ripples as its muscles shift under the leathery skin. An angry grunt falls from its beak as he shakes his head in a show of protective rage.

Feeling safe under the Thestral’s guarded care, you allow your body to relax a little. Shifting your gaze from the fallen, whimpering body of the werewolf, you spot the rest of the Thestral pack beginning to filter into the clearing. They take a protective stance around you and the boys, bodies tense as they cover the three of you in a protective shield of leathery skin and boney forms.

Your shoulders shake in another silent sob of relief. The werewolf whimpers once more, head swinging to look at the pack of undead creatures as they hover protectively in front of you and the other wizards. It stands on shaky legs, head swinging to look at the floor as it begins to limp away from the clearing, clearly outmatched by the physical strength and size of the pack of Thestrals.

Both Geto and Gojo watch, jaws nearly dropping open in a mystified shock as the beast limbers away. They feel a sense of awe drift over themselves as the Thestral in front of you extends its wings in a show of power and pride. Flapping them angrily, it bleats out a successful cheer as the werewolf finally leaves the clearing with its head low.

Geto can’t seem to see anything else in this moment. His eyes are transfixed on your body, watching as a weary smile falls onto your lips. You turn to face the Thestral, a creature Geto has seldom seen before, laying your hand onto its muzzle as it happily pushes its big head into your chest. Hands still trembling a little, you let out a happy sigh of relief as you let your forehead rest on the Thestral’s own. Geto’s feels his heart race with both wonder and relief, some sort of wonder beginning to sing in his chest as his eyes scan your body.

His lover squeezes his hand tightly, bringing Geto out of the moment. Turning towards Gojo, Geto allows his body to collapse into his white-haired partner with a heavy sigh.

Gojo is the first to speak, his head turned to look at you. You stand with your head pressed into the Thestrals, murmuring something into its dark, lithe skin.

“Hey.” It’s a whispered, gravelly sound. Filled with some kind of terrified relief, Gojo murmurs the word to grasp your attention. Raising your head from the Thestral’s, you turn to face the wizard with the weary smile still on your cheeks. Hands still gripping the basket, you slip your wand back into your robes as Gojo has. The Slytherin is clutching onto Geto, his smile tight and crystalline eyes filled with a thankful kindness. “Thank you.”

Your lips press into another smile, a welcoming nod of your head following as you meet Gojo’s eyes. You know the two wizards, very familiar with their names since they’re often passed throughout Hogwart’s winding halls. You’ve never interacted with either of them, choosing to keep to yourself rather than face the intrusive stares of other wizards. However, despite the lack of interaction, you’ve found the two to be much more than the malicious rumors make them out to be.

Since you don’t have many others to interact with, you’ve taken to observing the masses as they flood the halls after classes. Perched in the high, hidden window, not many can see your form as they trudge down the spiraling staircase to their next class. From here, you can both listen and scan the other students as you like, taking in the chatter from the other seventh years as they mutter about the latest rumors.

Other students can be cruel.

Though you’ve heard much of the two – malicious rumors spread of their popularity or scandalous adventures, you’ve seen much differently from the two themselves. Much of the student body either adores the two attractive wizards, or they seem to spread spiteful stories that arise from the depths of envy.

From up above the others, you can watch as the rest of the seventh years filter out of the Charms classroom, books clutched to their chests and rambling to each other. Only after the others have long gone do Geto and Gojo slip from the classroom’s doorway. They’re laughing to themselves, Geto playfully pushing Gojo away with a gentle, good-natured shove. The white-haired wizard whines and his lips pull into a silly pout as he attempts to lean over Geto’s shoulder. He mumbles something about forgiveness and Geto rolls his eyes, but there is a wide grin on his lips as his arm wraps around Gojo’s shoulder.

Despite what some of the others say, when the two are alone, they appear more genuine than most other wizards. With real, happy smiles on their cheeks rather than the haughty smirks that appear in the presence of others, you watch as they giggle to each other. Though there is still the lingering dramatic, silly aura to their demeanor, there seems to be another layer of gentle kindness underneath the playful facade they seem to parade in front of others.

In the present moment, you offer both men a gentle smile and a nod.

With the Thestral at your side and the werewolf now long gone, you can finally feel the relief sink into your skin.

“Are you alright?” You offer softly, eyes lingering on Geto’s ripped skin. His eyes are weary, slowly sliding shut as he leans into his lover. Your mouth pulls into a worried frown as you watch Gojo run a comforting hand down Geto’s spine.

Gojo’s eyes shift, a frown of his own sliding on his lips as he looks down at Geto’s injured hand. “I think so - s’just Suguru’s arm.”

He worriedly scans the claw marks, unsure how to help his partner besides bringing his injured form to the Hospital Wing. Shifting on his feet with worry still lingering in his stomach, he nearly begins to move when you step forward.

Your own eyes scan Geto’s arm, flicking over the bloodied scratches as you appear to mull over a few ideas in your mind. Body a little closer, you look up at Geto’s tired eyes with a question in them.

“I can help with that too,” you start with your lips pulled into another gentle smile. You fiddle with the basket that’s still clutched in your other hand, eyes never leaving Geto’s as he tiredly watches you. When your hands lift a little with a question in your eyes, you offer the empty hand with a soft look in your features. “May I?”

Geto feels his heart twist with something he can’t quite identify, sinking further into Gojo’s body as he nods slowly. He tiredly offers the injured arm, outstretching it from where it was clutched to his chest. Barely hiding a wince at the moment, your frown seems to deepen at his pain.

With very delicate hands, you inspect the wounds that decorate his arm with quizzing eyes. Geto suppresses a shiver when your skin touches his own. Despite the blood dripping from the marks - which you don’t seem to mind - you touch his skin with no care to the crimson that would stain your own. You take great care in not hurting Geto, simply inspecting the wound with soft touches.

Taking care not to irritate them further, you pass a few options around in your mind as you mumble something under your breath that Geto is too tired to catch. He barely manages to keep his eyes open to watch as you fumble with your basket, fingers gently rooting through the cloth to the fauna hidden beneath.

Gojo silently watches, his chest squeezing with some kind of grateful feeling as he watches you take care of his partner. His hand is still carefully rubbing Geto’s spine, hoping to calm the dark-haired wizard as he winces once more. When another beat of silence passes, Gojo finally manages to introduce himself to their savior.

“Gojo,” the white-haired wizard gently offers his name as he breaks the silence between the three of you. “Gojo Satoru.”

Looking up from your basket with a soft smile, you nod. Navy scarf shifting from its place at your neck as you do so, you respond with simple words and a shy look. “I know.”

Chuckling softly, Geto buries his face into Gojo’s robes, knowing he doesn’t need to introduce himself. When you offer your name in return, going back to fishing around in your wicker basket, Geto manages to turn his face to look at you just slightly.

“Pretty.”

It’s spoken so silently Geto thinks you may not have heard it. However, the shy look that falls onto your features and the twitch of your lips says otherwise. The compliment makes the tips of your ears burn and butterflies twist in your stomach - all despite the terror of the previous few moments. The notion causes a smile of his own to fall onto his features as he turns back into Gojo’s neck.

Gojo watches with a grin, feeling some kind of giddy relief take over him as Geto speaks. It’s a bubbly feeling in his chest, one that’s so familiar to both him and Geto. He mentally notes to bring it up to Geto later.

When you find what you’re looking for, you look back up at the two wizards with a happy smile. In your hands is a small plant – something like a twig with a few circular, soft leaves. You pull it gently from underneath the others, taking great care to delicately pry the leaves from the stem of the plant. Gojo watches, fascinated at your care for the fauna.

With the leaves in the palm of your hand, you lift it to offer to the long-haired man. Geto doesn’t lift his head, simply looking down from where he’s resting with his head tilted into the crook of Gojo’s neck. Eyes scanning the green leaves on your palm, he looks back up at you with a quizzical look.

“Dittany,” you speak softly, lips twitching into another gentle smile. “It can help close shallow wounds – though, it doesn’t taste particularly good.”

You wince a little at the mention of its taste, offering Geto an apologetic look as you offer him the herb. With his long hair falling into his eyes, Geto’s lips pull into a little smile to wave off your concern. His uninjured hand lifts, and he marvels at the size difference between your palms when you carefully place the plant into his own. A lewd thought drifts across his consciousness, but Geto hurriedly pushes it away.

Gojo adjusts his grip on Geto as his partner drops the leaves into his mouth, chewing without a grimace. He watches with a marveled look in his eyes as the effects follow soon after Geto swallows down the bitter plant. The bloodied claw marks, thankfully not too deep, begin to slowly heal over before his eyes. They don’t close completely, but the effects of the dittany plant are amazing.

Skin healing slowly, Geto lets out a low sigh of relief as the stinging pain simmers away. Turning away from his arm, he looks back at you with a thankful, happy look.

“Thank you,” he mumbles with sincerity ringing his voice. You nod gently, another welcoming smile pulling at your lips. Gojo’s own crystalline eyes offer you a similar look, and you feel quite bashful under their kind stares.

The moment is interrupted when your body is nudged by the form of your young Thestral friend.

Bleating gently, his beak clicks as his gray eyes regard you. Nudging you with his muzzle once more you laugh softly as he pushes into your chest with his little wings flapping happily. He seems to be ensuring that you’re alright, a sentiment that makes your chest swell with joy. You bring your hand up to his head, scratching behind his ears as you press a tiny kiss between the little one’s eyes.

Geto, now feeling much less weary thanks to the dittany, regards you with a warm look. He knows both he and Gojo can see the undead creatures, but he’s a little mystified to know that you can too. Though, despite the foreboding notion of being able to see their form, you seem very familiar with the dark creatures.

He and Gojo watch as you giggle as the little one chirps a happy sound, smiles pulling at their own lips. Gojo presses his own kiss to Geto’s forehead, feeling sappy and grateful to be safe thanks to you and the Thestral pack. Geto hums softly as he does so, leaning further into his partner with a light, giddy feeling in his chest.

When a second young Thestral emerges from behind the form of one of the adults, both wizards watch as you greet the little one with a similar happy smile. Cooing gently as it joins you and the other, Geto speaks softly to turn your attention.

“Twins?”

Your head shoots up in surprise as Geto’s voice reaches your ears. Turning to look at him, your mouth falls open into a little gasp, as if you’d forgotten that others couldn’t see the undead creatures for a moment. When your eyes meet Geto’s, you realize that both wizards are looking at the two Thestrals with warm eyes, little grins on their lips as they watch the two young males nudge you for attention.

Nodding gently with a mystified look on your face, you choose to ignore the lingering question on your lips. It would be rude to question their ability to see the Thestrals, not wanting to pry at dark, unhappy memories on your first meeting. Your own ability to gaze upon the creatures is a story you don’t often like to recall, so you figure the sentiment may be the same for both wizards.

“Castor and Pollux,” you offer their names with a soft voice. “They were born when Gemini was one of the brightest constellations in the sky - figured the names fit for twins.”

Gojo laughs softly, his chest shaking against Geto’s. Though the recollection of losing the young, outspoken child with dark hair stings painfully in his mind, Gojo pushes away the memory of Riko Amanai’s death. He focuses instead on the weight of Geto’s body resting against his and the warmth in your eyes as you watch the two Thestrals nudge each other away from you out of jealousy.

When the two young creatures turn their attention to the two male wizards, you click your tongue twice in a precise manner so that the Thestrals look back at you. Turning to look at Geto and Gojo you offer them a quizzical look before tilting your head in question towards the little ones. Geto nods his head with permission, the notion bringing a smile to your cheeks.

Clicking your tongue again, the two little Thestrals chirp happily and bound over to the two wizards. Cawing softly and nudging the white-haired man, Gojo laughs heartily as one of his hands comes up to stroke the dark, leathery muzzle of the happy creature. Geto finds himself in a similar predicament, a chuckle of his own spilling from his lips when the Thestral coos a sweet sound and softly licks Geto’s forearm, as if offering an apology for the beastly behavior of the werewolf.

Gently scratching the young behind his ears, you watch with a happy smile as the two wizards interact with your Thestral pack. With the danger gone, the alabaster moonlight drifts over you in a comforting aura, allowing you to relax into the darkness of the night with a light feeling fluttering in your chest. You know you’ll have to head back into the castle soon, but you allow the serenity of the current moment to drift through you for a little longer.

With Geto and Gojo laughing good-naturedly with the young Thestrals, wide smiles on their faces despite the earlier terror, you resolutely decide - no matter what malicious remarks others spread, the Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff are not so bad.

Weeks later, however, you decide your previous sentiment concerning other students was completely and utterly undeniable: people can be cruel.

It starts after Gojo waves at you across the crowded classroom in seventh-year charms - a subject the white-haired wizard is incredibly adept in, it seems. At the friendly gesture, heads whip around to find the object of the Prince of Slytherin’s joy. You feel helpless and exposed under the glares that follow quickly after. When whispers quickly fill the hall, you choose not to acknowledge Gojo’s kind recognition. Instead, you stare down at the textbook in your palms, finding fascination in the paragraphs regarding the Asphodel plant and its particular uses in potion-making.

Your gut twists when you feel indignant stares on your skin. Shuffling in your seat, you bury your head deep into your scarf in an attempt to avoid their stares. You hate the way their gaze makes your skin itch.

At your rejection, Gojo’s bottom lip pulls into his teeth, forming a familiar pout. He turns to look at Geto with a whine forming in his throat. Though he feels a little miffed at your avoidance, Geto’s keen eyes watch the other students. He’s too familiar with the nasty looks others receive in their presence. Despite their adamant refusal to fuel their words, it seems that some of the other students continue to treat the two as if they reside on a pedestal.

It started back when they were fourth-years: when students began to realize how attractive Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were. Gojo was the so-called ‘Prince of Slytherin’ - descending from a long line of well known wizards who had all been in the same house. His popularity was known amongst both the students at Hogwarts as well as the wizards outside of it. While he sometimes broke the typical Slytherin stereotype, Gojo still exemplified the emblematic traits of his house: determination, strong leadership and resourcefulness.

He was utterly gorgeous, a notion that fed into the admiration. Crystalline, cyan eyes glittered in the sunlight, though usually shrouded behind dark glasses. His porcelain white hair looked breathtaking in the moonlight, something you’d noticed in your first meeting. However, it was his genuine smiles - the ones you saw when he laughed loudly with unrestrained chuckles and gummy grins, head leaning into Geto’s body as his body shook with laughter and mischief glinting in his pretty eyes - these were moments you found Gojo Satoru the most breathtaking.

Geto, conversely, had grown into his name on his own. From the beginning of his youth, he had been praised for his power and his intelligence by family and friends. When he had entered the wizarding school, similar behavior followed soon after. He was a prodigy in many ways. In addition to his prowess, Geto became well known for his kindness and his looks.

His long, silken hair was usually tied into a bun, a few stands framing his eyes. Piercings lined his ears, despite most wizards not having many. He was flirtatious in a way that was too kind to even be seen as such - most regarding his words as genuine compliments rather than teasing banter. Geto was a Hufflepuff through and through: hard-working, with a strong sense of justice and undying loyalty.

It was this behavior - the captivating smirks and irresistible kindness, that gave him the moniker: ‘the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff.’

While the attention had been fun at first, the two wizards quickly grew tired of the manner in which they were treated, as well as the way these ‘fans’ began to act towards their friends.

In the winter of their fifth-year, a group of them had begun to taunt their close friend, Shoko Ieiri. While she hadn’t been perturbed at first, her seemingly impassive demeanor allowed her to brush off the nasty remarks - it quickly grew into something more spiteful. The foulmouthed words could no longer be disregarded when the taunts turned into hexes and the pranks dissolved into actions far more dangerous.

Geto and Gojo had quickly put a stop to the behavior, despite Shoko insisting that she could handle the tormentors on her own. She had been determined to deal with the perpetrators with her own clever spells, being a remarkably crafty Ravenclaw for her age. However, both men were unable to disregard their connection to the cause of her affliction.

After the fiasco, both wizards were forthright in their distaste for the so-called ‘fanclub.’ It’s the reason the two tend to stick around in empty classrooms, waiting for the hustle of the crowd to vacate the towering halls. When the winding staircases finally began to calm, only then did they venture to their next class. Geto and Gojo appeared to only interact with a few close friends now - Shoko and Nanami being two of the most often seen.

While you didn't know either wizard well, you often saw Shoko in passing, seeing as you were both seventh-year Ravenclaws. She was kind, offering you small, friendly smiles and a few hushed words when she had the chance. You appreciated her courtesy despite the stone-faced expression she sometimes wore.

Nanami, on the other hand, you only knew in passing. He was a sixth-year Gryffindor, a year below you - so he didn’t share any classes with you. The blonde seemed nice enough, despite the ever-present frown on his lips. He was often seen beside a dark-haired boy in his year, who always had a smile on his lips in contrast to Nanami’s set lips.

When Geto turns away from your nervous form, your bottom lip held between your teeth as you gnaw on the flesh, he nudges Gojo with his elbow. Despite their practiced facades, the crystalline-eyed wizard is adept at recognizing the solemnity in his partner’s demeanor. With a single touch, Gojo is alert. He straightens his spine and shifts his gaze to Geto’s, silent communication passing between themselves.

Geto’s eyes shift to your form, watching your anxious fingers as they begin to rub together in practiced stimulation. Gojo’s gaze follows, flicking over the heads of other students who have turned to look your way. He watches the way you shrink under their stares, feeling unease at the intention behind such ganders. Your discomfort under the prying gazes of the others is obvious.

The white-haired wizard’s chest sinks with a sigh, shifting back to look at Geto, who has already turned to face him. His lover’s eyes are sad, the only indication of his true feelings. While his face remains in its trained aloof appearance, Gojo has no problem discerning the sincere emotions in Geto’s features.

“Why can’t we just have friends?” Gojo mutters under his breath, disdain and a hint of anger leaking through the muffled sound of his voice. He looks down at his hands with his eyebrows pulling together. Geto responds with an agreeing hum, his face contemplative as he faces the front of the classroom.

“Yeah,” his wistful voice murmurs, quiet to all but Satoru. “But we don’t really want to be her ‘friend,’ do we?”

Satoru turns to his partner with a tiny smirk pulling at the sides of his mouth as the implication is not lost on him. The white-haired wizard leans into Geto with a mirthful look, planning on dropping another flirty comment when students turn to look at them. While Satoru doesn’t usually mind their stares, too used to the facade that lays atop his inner demeanor, he doesn’t like the way the malicious looks shift back to you.

There’s no time to continue their discussion when the professor clears his throat to gain the attention of his students. You feel a wave of relief pass over you as stares leave your form and turn to face your professor. Preparing to listen to the Charms lecture, you keep your gaze turned to your notebook and quill, choosing to hyper focus on the information being taught rather than anyone else in the imposing lecture hall.

You know this material already, having read the chapter in the textbook in the days before the lecture. There was not much else for you to do in the waning hours of the night, all attempts to curb your insomnia falling flat. However, despite the repetitive lapse of information, you still bury your focus in the material in the hopes of tuning out whispers from the crowd.

When you and the others are finally dismissed, you stand quickly. Scrolls already packed away and textbooks in hand, you shuffle out of the hall and into the towering corridors with haste. Eyes follow your form, two bodies standing in their own rapid attempt to catch up to you.

However, before they can reach your anxious form, bodies block their path. Other students have begun to stand, making their way into the aisles of desks in order to stumble out of the lecture hall.

Gojo curses as his eyes scan the crowd, hidden beneath the dark lenses of his glasses. Geto stands at his side, his knuckles rubbing gently into the white-haired wizard’s spine - an attempt to comfort his partner in their well-concealed worry.

Turning to look at his long-haired lover, Gojo sighs an unhappy sound. Chest sinking in some sort of simmering guilt and worry, he leans lightly into Geto’s body. There are still others lingering in the emptiness of the classroom, so Gojo does not allow the facade to slip any further. However, he craves the silent comfort that Geto provides with a simple touch of his fingers against Gojo’s own skin. The little brush of contact helps, goosebumps rising in the path that his fingers maneuver. With the little touch, Gojo can feel some tension leave his shoulders, though it’s a minuscule movement that no others would catch.

Geto notices, as he always does.

“S’alright, ‘Toru,” he murmurs under his breath. It’s a silent sound, only spoken with enough volume for his partner to hear. “We’ll talk to her soon.”

The twisting in his stomach only relents with the hope of speaking to you. Leaning closer to Gojo as students leave the room, his eyes drop to the empty seat that you’ve left vacant. Scanning the area, his gaze falls on the folded parchment that has fallen to the foot of the desk. Tugging gently on Gojo’s robes, Geto motions to the object with a furrow in his brow.

Maneuvering through the empty desks, Geto drops into crouch as he gently lifts the parchment from the dusty floor. Confusion pulls at his mind, but it’s quickly sated at the discovery of the ink that marks the parchment. The little folded paper is covered in scribbles – marks encompassing nearly every inch of the dusty material. For a moment, Geto can’t differentiate any of the inky black doodles that litter the parchment.

“What is this?” Gojo murmurs under his breath as he ponders the scribbles. He peers at the pages from behind Suguru, eyebrows pulling together as he scans the inky mess.

However, as Gojo leans closer over his shoulder, a confused hum leaving his lips, a knowing gasp echoes from Geto’s own. Turning the pamphlet upright, the dark-haired wizard is finally able to discern some of the scribbles, matching the lines he knows in his mind.

“Stars, ‘Toru!” Geto mumbles as he continues to scan the paper. “She’s charting the stars.”

At the revelation, Gojo hums and turns his head. With a newfound understanding, he’s able to differentiate some of the marks you’ve scribbled onto the paper. He recognizes some from previous Astronomy classes, knowing some of the more obvious constellations of the top of his head. Cassiopeia and Orion are obvious to his eyes, the familiar strokes of their pattern filtering through his mind.

A giddy feeling erupts in Geto’s stomach as an idea pushes at the forefront of his mind. It seems you’re a fan of the stars – it should have been obvious, given the appointed names you designated to the two young Thestrals. Turning back to look at Gojo with a knowing smile on his lips, he nods his head. They pass information silently, Geto inquiring his partner to see if he’s followed his silent thought process.

“The Astronomy Tower,” Gojo fills in the blanks, beginning to understand Geto’s silent plan.

Hours later, with the moon high in the sky, shining its familiar alabaster color when the two wizards finally seek you out. Late into the night, long after the other students have been confined to their quarters under the constraints of curfew, Geto and Gojo slip out of their common rooms. Meeting with silent footsteps and hushed whispers, the two make their way to the Astronomy Tower.

While both of them are Prefects of their respective houses, being caught in the halls past curfew would still result in quite the punishment. The notion keeps the two quiet, slinking past open hallways until they reach the steps of the tower.

At the top, you sit with a blanket draped over your legs. Dressed in your pajamas and the familiar navy scarf still around your neck, the cold of winter’s grasp has begun to settle over the castle. You’ve taken extra precautions to battle the chill tonight, ensuring that you have plenty of blankets stored in the little space beneath the floorboards a few paces behind you.

With only the light of the moon and stars as your company, you fumble with your small bag to pull out a new roll of parchment. You had been saddened to find that you had lost your previous chart, a collection of your favorite constellations that you had been working on for quite some time. However, you did not have the time to lament in your sadness, simply choosing to bring a fresh roll of parchment and a quill to begin the process of charting anew.

When the squeak of wooden floorboards echoes behind you, your head comes up with a sharp motion. You are not often interrupted at the top of the Astronomy Tower – seldom do students climb this high, even during waking hours.

Turning over your shoulder, your stomach twists with a little wary motion, only to sigh in relief at the sight that you are met with. A small part of you had been frightened that a professor would find you, as you did not have permission to be out of bed after curfew.

From behind you, Geto Suguru’s lips pull into a little smile of greeting. Gojo Satoru peaks out from over his shoulder, his form slightly taller as he steps to the side of his partner. Your shoulders sag in relief, noting that they too, are in their nightwear. Both have their robes draped over their pajamas, likely to battle against the chill in the night air.

“Hello,” you whisper softly into the air. You had not been expecting either man to seek you out in the late hours of the night. Though you had known that both wizards wanted to speak to you, you were sure they would do so in the silent moments in which you passed each in the halls.

Gojo offers a silly smile in greeting, one that is a little different from those you see in the Great Hall. He raises his hand a little, allowing your gaze to shift to the roll of parchment he delicately clutches.

“I think we’ve found something of yours,” he warmly murmurs, eyes filled with a gentle mirth. There’s a happy, swirling feeling in his stomach, some sort of glee that he and Suguru were able to find you as they had hoped. Seeing your form, bundled under the blankets with a feathered quill in your hands gave the Slytherin warm bolts of a familiar longing. When he turns to give the Hufflepuff a look, he knows that Geto’s stomach twists with the same giddy butterflies that flutter in his own gut.

“My chart!” you happily gasp, hands outstretched for the inky parchment. Before you can stand, Gojo lets out a soft chuckle and moves silently on his feet to your spot. Kneeling down at your side, he gently offers you the pages, a sweet grin on his lips as he watches you happily shift through the papers.

Geto follows after his lover, his own grin on his lips. With your chest singing with a grateful happiness, you look back up at Gojo with a wide smile on your cheeks. At your beaming look, the crystalline-eyed wizard is taken aback at the skip of his pulse. Your eyes shine brightly under the light of the moon and a sudden realization rushes across Gojo’s conscious thoughts. You’ve never looked more beautiful.

The light of the stars lingers in the color of your irises, shining back at the two wizards with a glimmer brighter than the constellations themselves. Your wide smile and grateful look have his breath catching in his throat. Gojo feels his chest squeeze with a newfound adoration, his eyes shifting to look back at Geto, who’s eyes shine with a similar gleam.

Geto is content to linger behind his partner for a moment, taking in the giddy smiles on both your cheeks. He lets the image sink into the forefront of his mind, ensuring that it burns long enough for him to memorize each portion of the image. There’s a tingling in his stomach, some part of him singing with glee at the sweetness between you and his partner.

“Thank you,” you murmur happily, hands delicately placing the scroll into your bag. There’s something swimming in your stomach, feelings you aren’t sure you can categorize yet, but you ignore them in favor of discerning them later.

Gesturing at the space at your side, you feel a little nervous as you offer them a seat. “Would you like to join me?”

When Gojo eagerly sits at your side, you feel relief sink into your chest. It seems that much of the worry that dawdles in your head is swept away by the comforting presence of both wizards. Despite the attention you know you will receive from the other students, there’s a deeper longing feeling in your stomach that aches to get to know the two men better.

Geto drops carefully to a seated position in front of you, his back leaned against one of the pillars that supports the canopy roof. His position is quite similar to your own, sat across from your form but not far. When you relax against the wooden pillar with your knees pulled upwards, your legs brush against his for a moment. Neither of you acknowledge the tingling feeling that erupts at the touch.

Gojo hums happily at your side, seated close enough to look over your shoulder at the stars above you. His body is warm despite the frigid night air and you find yourself sinking into the heat.

A little bashful, you gently pull the soft blanket that covers your legs into your fingers. Silently debating your forwardness, you gnaw on the inside of your lip as you lift the corner in an offer to Gojo. When the cold rushes into your canon of warmth, you nearly begin to regret the decision, however Gojo is quick to accept.

Sliding easily into your space, he settles his body beneath your large blanket, a wide smile on his cheeks. You can feel heat rising into your face, surpassing the urge to hide your face in your hands when his body draws closer.

Geto nearly lets out a little chuckle when his eyes scan your bashful figure. He feels a little jealous that Gojo has so easily joined your side, but the moment quickly passes as a gentle affection takes its place when Gojo’s joyous grin meets his eyes.

You wave your hand softly, wand flashing in the moonlight for a moment. Geto doesn’t have a moment to ponder the reason when a soft, weighted mass drops onto his legs. His dark, grateful eyes soften at the gesture, hands coming up to pull the blanket further up his torso. You had used a silent spell, pulling a blanket from the storage beneath the floorboards to ensure Geto was as warm as his lover.

Feeling another surge of adoration fill his chest, Geto bows his head forward in silent thanks. When he shifts to pull his upper body under the blanket, your eyes linger on his arm. For a moment, you can see the bloody gashes that once marred his skin and a twist in your stomach causes a frown to pull at your lips.

Noticing the saddened expression, Geto’s own face softens at your obvious concern. When you look back into his dark eyes, there's a question on your lips.

“Are they healing well?” You inquire, voice soft with emotion.

Gojo feels his chest twist with affection as he watches your concern for his partner. A smile drifts onto his cheeks as he turns to look at Suguru. There’s something behind his eyes that Geto understands - the silent communication between the two easily discerned over time. She’s perfect, the cyan of his eyes sings.

Geto hums with a warm smile, chest swelling with a joyful wonder. “Yeah, they’re alright - healed with just a little scarring, thanks to you.”

The tips of your ears warm at his words and the notion causes Geto’s pulse to skip at your bashful nature. He leans forward a little, pulling his arm from the depths of the warm blanket. His dark robes shift as Geto peels them away, allowing you to take in the strength of the muscles in his forearm. You’re distracted for a moment, eyes too busy scanning the size of his hands and the tendons in his arms to focus on the faint scars that run up the flesh.

Leaning forward without thinking, you brush your fingers against his warm skin. Running the tips of the appendages across the faintly raised scars, you turn his forearm to truly inspect the healing of the wounds. Geto feels his skin heat as your skin slides against his. Chest swelling and head spinning at the contact, Suguru feels his body nearly sway with happiness at the simple touch.

When you finish your inspection, you lean away with a shy smile, as if apologizing for your forward behavior. Geto returns the look with a smile of his own, a faint chuckle threatening to fall from his lips.

Gojo’s eyes shimmer with glee as he watches the two of you. Your concern for his lover causes an insurmountable wave of happiness to swell in his body. He can barely contain the urge to lean forward and pull the two of you against him.

Silence falls back over the tower, and the three of you settle into the serenity for a moment as you turn to look back at the stars. The shine of several constellations stares back at you, wonder filling your eyes as you take in the beauty of the cosmos.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” You whisper silently, not expecting a response from either wizard. Not turning away from the constellations, you don’t see the gazes of either man.

Geto shifts his eyes between you and his white-haired lover, feeling his chest swell with a happy feeling. Though it’s only been a short while, Geto finds himself greatly enjoying your presence at their side. Beside his partner, the two of you look breathtaking with the light of the moon hitting your skin. Gojo looks down at you rather than up at the sky, but Geto cannot blame him.

Out here, with no other prying eyes to pick away at your form, you are in your element. Curiosity at its peak, you find comfort in the expanse of the stars and knowledge of the unknown. Both wizards are quickly learning that in these silent moments, they find you the most astounding. With your eyes shining with interest and a gentle smile on your lips, they share a look of warm affection.

“They are,” Geto hums, chest rumbling with the sound. Though his eyes are still on your body, wrapped up in a soft blanket alongside Satoru, he answers your question with his own underlying meaning. “Do you come up here a lot?”

You turn away from the darkness of the sky for a moment, looking back at Suguru with a delicate nod. Pulling the blanket a little tighter around you and Satoru, you shiver a little when a frigid burst of air blows through the tower. You don’t say anything when Gojo scoots closer.

“Especially this time of year,” you mumble excitedly. The words fall from your lips with an excited voice. “After September, the Aurora Borealis can sometimes be seen this far North.”

Gojo’s eyes haven’t moved from your face, the giddy feeling still turning in his stomach. He quickly finds that he greatly enjoys your excited rambles, the sound of your voice bringing a quickened beat to his pulse as he listens.

“I’ve always wanted to see them,” you finish, turning back to the dark, milky expanse of the sky. You scan the constellations, picking out ones that you have memorized.

Geto responds with another hum, the smile never leaving his lips. He watches Gojo scoot a little closer and resists the urge to giggle.

“I’ve seen them!” Gojo happily murmurs, head leaning a little closer as if muttering a secret. “My family has a place in the mountains - sometimes during the Winter, I can see them through the skylight in my room.”

You gasp happily, turning to look back at the crystalline-eyed wizard with delight on your cheeks. Beginning to ask him excited questions, Gojo responds with equal fervor, enjoying the inquisitive murmurs. Your stomach twists with delight when he doesn’t seem off-put by your curiosity. Gojo eagerly answers each of your questions, even responding with some of his own to continue the conversation, a sentiment that makes your chest sing with a newfound warmth. No one has ever been particularly interested in your excited ramblings before.

Geto leans back, a happy sigh filtering through his lungs. He and Gojo had originally planned on apologizing for the unwarranted attention from other students. However, the sight before him is one he cannot bear to interrupt, feeling fuzzy with a happy warmth at your delighted expression. He decides that he and Gojo can accept these silent moments with you - away from the discord of the crowd and the prying eyes of your peers. At least for now, the two wizards can revel in your presence, accepting the notion that your fleeting moments together will be away from the others.

With the stars as your company, the three of you huddle together in the winter air, feeling both the warmth of each other and your hushed glee fill the space between you. For now, you can sit peacefully and sink into the sweet aura of the Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff, hoping for many more moments with the same euphoric feeling.

Your next memorable meeting with the wizards who snuck their way into your heart, is not filled with the sweet glee that previously swelled in your chest.

It’s a Sunday afternoon and the frigid winter air has forced you to bundle up as you venture the winding hallways of Hogwarts. This weekend most of the students have been granted permission to visit Hogsmeade, and even the snow couldn’t keep the crowds of students away from the little school-side village. You’ve chosen to remain behind, having spent most of the previous day hidden in the Forbidden Forest with Geto and Gojo, so you have plenty of work to catch up on before the next school day arrives.

The three of you have grown much closer, taking the silent moments in the darkness of night to meet each other. Away from the prying eyes of students, you allow yourself to fall easily at their side. Both wizards are quite easy to converse with, both taking care of your intricacies and silent worries. They often meet you in the Astronomy Tower to admire the stars - or sometimes, they pull you away in the early morning hours of the weekend. The shores of the Black Lake are usually seldom used, and the three of you can converse as you please without malicious whispers at your back.

In these happy moments, you notice the relationship between the three of you begin to change. There’s no spoken confirmation of the shift, but you’re certain all three of you can feel it.

Touches become less hesitant. Satoru has no qualms reaching for you in the dark of the night, pulling you into his body and claiming that he needs you to keep him warm. There are blankets scattered around you, but you don't mention them - simply allowing the crystalline-eyed wizard to pull your body between his legs. Resting your back against his chest, his chin drops onto your head as the two of you face Suguru.

It’s not long before Suguru can’t resist the temptation. He quickly joins the two of you, enjoying the gentle affectionate touches as much as Satoru. The dark-haired man slips between your own legs, resting his weight on your thighs. Head against your stomach, he stretches his body out and allows you to run your fingers through his silky hair.

You’re not used to such casual affection, but the touch feels so nice that you don’t mention it. Quickly beginning to crave the feeling, you allow the two wizards any sweet motion they are willing to divulge.

In the present moment, the massive, arching hallways of the wizarding school are noiseless. It’s a little eerie, as you’ve grown quite used to the cacophony of sounds that usually swamp the corridors. Nevertheless, you meander through the castle with a destination in mind. A few textbooks knock against your outer thigh from where they hang in your tote bag, the weight a little bothersome but not distressing.

You’re a little caught up in your thoughts - namely of the relationship between you and two attractive sorcerers - when you turn the corner on your journey to the library. You don’t notice the figures at the end of the dimly lit hallway until the hushed, angry sounds of their whispers reach your ears.

The sounds are rushed and hissed with such vile rage, you nearly startle in your tracks. The source of such voices are not in view, likely around the next corner to a darkened corridor that lies in your path. Hesitating in your footsteps, you slow to a stop, dreading interrupting what sounds like an angry rant.

“The Dark Lord grows curious, Mahito,” an eerie voice grumbles. “He wonders if you’re truly up to the task-”

The sound of the cryptic voice is cut off as a choking sound interrupts his speech. A squeak follows with the thud of a body against stone succeeding soon after.

“Don’t threaten me, Jogo.” A different voice filters through the still air of the dark hall. “I’m quite capable of finishing the duty that was given to me.”

The spiteful sounds cause your body to tense, scooting closer to a stone statue to your right. You hope the large form of the beast engulfs your body, not wanting to be seen by the enraged voices. A swirling aura of fear grips you tight, causing a lump to form in your gut and simmer angrily as the voices continue.

“If you were so competent- ” the first person spits, “then why hasn’t Gojo Satoru joined our ranks?”

At the name, your stomach sinks.

Breath leaving your lungs as you begin to discern the information, you feel frozen. Body tense and still hidden, your mind is too busy processing the new discovery, you are helpless to fight the hand that slides over your mouth.

The terrified squeal you let out is muffled under the large hand that encompasses your mouth. Stomach sinking in an anxious panic, you feel your heartbeat in your ears as you struggle under the strong hands of your captor. The body is strong, barely wielding underneath your wiggling, muscles tense and firm against the battle of your struggle.

Despite their grip around your waist, the hold isn’t tight. The person holds an arm over your hips gently and pulls your body into their chest. Quickly turning, they move your body behind theirs, keeping their own back turned to the spiteful whispers of the two suspected Death Eaters.

Gentle hushing fills your ears a moment later, your captor softening his grip as he shields your body with his own despite your confusion.

“Hey, s’alright-” the soft voice whispers, chest rumbling with their low, hushed voice. “S’just me, Sweetheart- s’okay.”

Recognition fills your head and your struggles cease as the familiarity of the white-haired wizard fills your senses. Satoru’s body is covering yours, shielding you from the sight of the two men still hidden down the next hallway. His large thumbs rub gentle circles into your hips, trying to soothe your panic, knowing that grabbing you had sparked an anxious rumble in your stomach. You’re pressed tightly to his chest, a notion that sparks another skin in your pulse - though it’s thankfully not one of fear this time.

The lump in your throat bobs when you swallow, but the gentle heartbeat in Satoru’s chest is a calming reassurance. You can feel it beat against your front, and it soothes your racing pulse, your heart seeming to match the beat of his own. Tense muscles and turning stomachs shift to slightly trembling fingers and a shaky breath as you reach up to place a hand on his chest. Satoru’s other hand softly leaves your mouth, drifting behind your head to delicately press you into the crevice of his neck.

“’Toru,” you meekly whisper, voice so quiet you fear he won’t hear it. It’s mumbled into his neck, lips nearly brushing against his skin. You don’t have a moment to feel bashful at his closeness, too preoccupied with the suspected Death Eaters and the racing of your pulse. It rings in your ears, reminding you of the panic of the situation.

The crystalline-eyed wizard lets out another hum in response, the sound hushed so that only your ears recognize the sound. A pleasant zing filters through his body at his name on your lips, but he isn’t able to savor the sound like he wants. Rubbing his hand against your neck, he shifts on his feet to press the two of you further behind the gargantuan statue that rests at the edge of the hallway. He's trying to hide both of you, you understand. The risk of being caught by the two suspicious students could result in a nasty confrontation, and Satoru would prefer to keep the two of you as safe as possible.

In the back of your mind, you wonder where Suguru is – Satoru isn’t often seen without his Hufflepuff counterpart. You want to raise your head to search for the dark-haired sorcerer, a twist in your stomach forming when you think of his missing presence. However, when you shift with a twitch and try to turn, you feel a change in the atmosphere.

A shuddered breath sounds and then another body is gently pressing against your back. As Satoru pushes you gently into the crevice behind the marble statue, you discover the second form. Warmth fills your back as a muscled body softly sinks into you, chest rising and falling with each breath. You don’t have to turn to know that it’s Suguru. His presence sparks a rise of heat in your chest, causing your pulse to skip once more.

“M’here, Pretty,” he leans down to whisper softly into your ear, “Stay quiet f’me.” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine and you have to repress the tingle in your gut that pulses at his proximity. You can feel his breath on your skin, and the thought deviates your mind from the tense environment.

You nod slowly, relaxing in between the two wizards. Letting the warmth of their skin melt into yours, you can allow the tension in your muscles to lessen slightly. While you still fear the suspected Death Eaters, you feel utterly safe in the presence of the two men.

Suguru’s hand drops to the hip that Satoru’s own fingers are not grasping. He too, rubs gentle circles into the fabric of your robe, and even though the material, you swear you can feel the heat of his skin.

Leaning back the smallest bit, you bring your eyes to look into Satoru’s. They’re hardened in the slightest, allowing you to understand the tension of the circumstances. Despite the softness in which he treats your form, you can see the residual lines of a frown that once graced his lips.

He looks over your shoulder at his lover, their words going unspoken. Peering over Satoru’s back, you can still hear the hushed voices of the two students from your hidden position. The lingering fear still sits at the back of your throat, but the nausea is gone. Between Satoru and Suguru, you aren't as worried about your safety as you were before. The two are extremely skilled wizards - you’ve seen them win duels in seconds. Pressed between their chests, you know that the three of you are more than capable of defending yourselves from two wizards, no matter how corrupt.

When you look back up at Satoru, he finally tears his eyes away from Suguru’s, a worried tension deep in the crystal blue irises. Dropping them to your own, you gnaw your lip gently between your teeth and Satoru has to suppress the urge to delicately rub his finger across your soft lips.

“Death Eaters?” you murmur as silently as you can.

The tension returns when a hiss is heard from around the corner. Suguru’s muscles tense, forearms flexing when the sound echoes through the empty hallway. He pulls your form tighter to his chest, feeling a protective urge to both you and his partner swell in his chest. A similar feeling must envelop Satoru, as his tall, broad form leans over you once more. From between their towering, muscular forms, your body is shielded almost entirely.

Satoru mumbles his confirmation into your hair, keeping his muscles tight. The anxious, protective feeling in his gut does not cease despite the sounds quieting. His wand rubs his side from where he keeps it in his robes. At easy access, Satoru is more than ready to reach for it at the first sign of danger. For now, he keeps his muscles tight, ready to spring into action. He knows Suguru is ready to pull you away at his earliest chance, their silent conversation over your head confirming their escape should it be necessary. Both men are more than ready to protect both you and each other.

Suguru pushes a little closer, dropping his head to whisper into your ear again. A few strands of his dark, silky hair fall into his eyes as they escape the loose bun they were pulled into. Bushing against your own skin, you can’t suppress the shiver that filters through your form when you realize how close he’s pressed to you.

In any other circumstance, Suguru would revel in your obvious reaction to his proximity. He’d look up at Satoru with a knowing smirk and push closer, letting his hips press into your backside as Satoru traps your waist with his own. While the sight is one he craves, he pushes away the notion - focusing instead on calming your racing mind.

“They’ve been after Satoru for years,” he mumbles with a bated breath. Thumb still rubbing gentle circles into your hip, he shifts his gaze to look up at his partner while he speaks. “His family has had a foothold in the Dark Lord’s army since before we were born.”

You look up at Satoru’s cyan eyes when Suguru finishes speaking, watching as tension slides over them. They appear to darken in the slightest, giving way to a painful memory, it seems.

When your hand, still pressed to his chest moves, Satoru looks back down at you in question. Your eyebrows are pulled together, noticeable inquisition in your gaze. Though, despite the revelation, you don’t appear to be upset. In fact, Satoru only sees worry reflecting in your irises rather than fear. You care for him - in what capacity, you’re still unsure - but Satoru is still important to you. Knowing that Death Eaters have been watching his every move, seeking the proper moment to seclude him and weasel their way into his mind – it discomforts you.

“M’alright, Sweets,” Satoru mumbles, his lips softening into a gentle smile at your obvious concern. His hand, previously at the back of your neck, slides a fraction closer to your cheek. If he wanted, he could brush his thumb over your cheek with a delicate sweep. He craves it, but keeps his fingers still. Your head tilts into his hand in response, a motion that squeezes Satoru’s chest tight with affection.

“The life of a Death Eater is not one I want for myself,” he continues. “Their morals have corrupted their intentions - Muggleborns deserve a place at this school as well as I do.”

As he speaks, his eyes drift to Suguru's. For a moment, you don’t understand the grief that overtakes the crystalline of his eyes. His mouth twitches, and Suguru’s grip on your waist tightens a fraction. Only after, a sudden realization allows you to discern the underlying meaning in his words.

Geto Suguru is Muggleborn.

If the Death Eaters truly seek to coerce Satoru to fight for the Dark Lord, you know they’ll resort to twisted and vile methods to force his hand. It seems they’ve already pushed him once, a sentiment you can discern from the grimace on his lips. To alter Satoru’s moral compass, would take an immense act of change - one that could crush his heart in the process.

With the tension in both men’s muscles, you understand their worry. The Death Eaters will stop at nothing once they are assigned a task. If they seek Satoru’s alliance, you know Suguru’s safety is at risk. They would have no qualms with killing a Muggleborn, especially if they stood between them and one of the most powerful sorcerers Hogwarts has ever seen.

Despite Suguru’s own immense magical prowess, the Dark Lord is firm in his hatred for impure magical blood. The notion makes you sick to the stomach, nausea returning as the acid presses into your throat. You wiggle in discomfort, wanting to turn to look back at Suguru.

After a moment of silence, you are able to detect no sign of the two Death Eaters. No voices have slipped from the converging hallway in a matter of minutes, so Satoru leans back for a moment. He gives Suguru a meaningful look and brushes their fingers together before he moves to check.

As soon as Satoru moves, you’re turning in Suguru’s grip. His hands loosen in their grasp of your waist, allowing your change in position. Dark eyes dropping to look into your own, you’re overcome with a worried, protective urge that you’ve seldom felt before. It swells in your chest and seizes your heart tight, and it must reflect in your face because Suguru’s expression softens. A sweet smile barely lifts the corners of his lips and you feel your body melt when you realize how close you are to his face.

“I’ll be alright, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs sweetly, hand lifting to gently grasp the back of your neck as Satoru had. He uses it to pull you into his chest, wrapping his other arm around you tighter. Now embraced in a hug, you melt into the strength of his muscles and the warmth of his chest. He softly hums as you sigh deeply into him, gently swaying as you clutch his robes in your hands.

“’Toru would never let anything happen to me - or you, for that matter.” When the words fall from his lips, you feel heat return to the tips of your ears. Unable to fight the urge, you bury your face a little deeper into his robes and breath a deep sigh. Allowing his scent to fill your senses, you relax into him as you wait for Satoru to return.

Your mind races through endless possibilities in the silent moments that follow, something that Suguru seems to understand as his hands continue to rub gently at your back. He still softly sways on his feet, moving the two of you in a soft motion that feels as though you’re dancing.

“They’re gone.”

Satoru’s words interrupt your embrace, and you dread having to pull away from Suguru. Nevertheless, you painfully slip from his arms to face the white-haired wizard with a nervous look. This will not be the last time you see these two Death Eaters, that you can tell with certainty.

“Are you alright?” The question slips from your lips without thinking. Concern for both wizards’ well-being pressing forcefully at your mind, you’re unable to stop the inquisition from bursting forth.

A chuckle shakes Gojo’s chest and he shakes his head with subdued mirth. Nodding his head, he feels the sweet grip of affection return to his stomach.

“Yeah, M’just fine,” the cheerful lilt returns to his voice. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout me, Angel.”

Your eyes soften into a look of subtle sadness, not believing him for a moment. Satoru is very good at hiding his true feelings, choosing instead to put forth a joyful facade so that others can’t see the grief that picks away at his insides. Stepping forward, you return to his side with a smile picking up the corners of your mouth.

“Y’don’t have to lie to me, Satoru,” you murmur, hand hesitating as it lifts to rub against his own. Despite your earlier affection, you still falter in initiating contact. Gojo doesn’t mind the pause, shifting forward to take your hand into his. He has no problem being the first to reach out. With a heavy sigh, Gojo feels his chest shudder with an achy motion of worry.

“We’ll be okay,” he mumbles, other hand reaching out for Suguru, who leans into the offer. Suguru returns to his place at your back, pressing you into Satoru’s chest without another beat of hesitation. The heat between them is burning, but in the cold of the winter air, you don’t mind.

The cheerful facade seems to fall from Satoru’s expression like dead weight. He drops his shoulders and allows himself to bury his face in your neck.

“Fighting Death Eaters is a nasty business,” Gojo continues, words sad as they fall from his lips. “But m’gonna keep you two safe, okay? You’re special to me.”

The confirmation causes a ripple of emotions to shiver down your spine. Affection squeezes at your stomach and you can’t seem to form any words to respond to Satoru. Pulse beating quickly with anticipation you hum into his chest.

“Why?” It’s the only reply you’re able to manage, too swept up in the cacophony of feelings that swarm your body. Suguru presses you closer again, letting his forehead drop to Satoru’s shoulder, having pushed you so close he's able to embrace his lover with you between them.

A chuckle rumbles through Suguru’s chest with a sweet sound. You feel the motion at your back, closing your eyes to feel his joy despite the tension still lingering in the corridor.

“You’re some wizard,” he mirthfully replies, a smile tugging at his lips as he whispers the words in Satoru’s robes.

A questioning sound falls from your lips when you are unable to discern his meaning. The words confuse you, and you can’t pick out how his response answers your inquiry. Feeling your stomach swirl with a whirlwind of emotions, you feel the lump return to your throat. It’s no longer an anxious feeling - but one of sweet sadness. It feels as though you may cry as the cacophony of emotions press into you. Their tender care strikes a chord of longing buried so deep that the simplest of revelations has happy tears welling in your eyes.

Satoru finished his lover’s thoughts, picking up where the long-haired wizard left off.

“You’ve bewitched us,” he murmurs, voice dripping with sweet honey as he leans close, “body and soul, without even uttering a single spell.”

Your heart seizes in your chest. Pulse skipping, you can’t utter a single sound.

Geto senses his stomach twist with the same sentimental feeling that arose in his gut when he first fell for Satoru. Leaning closer, his chest swells as he reimagines every moment that has led him thus far: to an embrace of his lover and the final piece of their puzzle.

He sees himself meeting Satoru for the first time; their little eyes meeting from across the castle grounds. He watches their youth pass as they grow closer, turning from friends to lovers. Suguru sinks into the feelings that swell in his chest when he remembers all the moments he’s had with Satoru.

A light in his heart has been lit. It sings with a vibrant fire, the bond between the three of you swelling with heat and tender affection. Burning so brightly he can feel it in every inch of his body, it lights his veins with a warmth that extends to the two of you. Geto feels anticipation filter its way through him, excited for the new moments that will fill his head: ones with you and Satoru - the two sorcerers who have captured every beating inch of his aching heart.

“M’afraid there’s nothing that could turn us away now,” He whispers, hearing his heartbeat in his ears.

A giggle huffs from your front, Satoru’s chest shaking with the sound. “You’re stuck with us, it seems,” he laughs.

Heat sings in your body, the burn of tears at the back of your eyes finally giving way to trails of wet salt dripping from your cheeks. They fall into Satoru’s robes, but he doesn’t seem to care, simply pulling the two of you further into him with a happy squeeze.

“How unfortunate,” you mumble into his chest with a mirthful, sarcastic playfulness, voice milky with the weight of your happy tears. Chest shaking with an insurmountable swell of emotions, you allow a little laugh to filter from your lips when both Satoru and Suguru answer with giggles of their own.

In the darkness of the corridor, a bond pulls tight, forming so strongly that it cannot be broken by the most cruel of dark wizards. The Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff cling tightly to you, not even air allowed to slip between the spaces of your bodies. It seems you’re stuck with them - how unfortunate for you, indeed.

bonus:

reader, walking into the room: hello :D

geto, who is talking to gojo: hello pretty, you look nice today

reader: how do you know? you weren’t even looking at me?

geto: no, but ‘toru is blushing, so it’s a safe guess

gojo, cheeks red: ...

gojo: I am not!

a/n: this is just the first part of this one shot!! I’ll have the final piece out by the end of this week :D It’s a little easier to post long fics in two pieces since this site can sometimes get slow with such long posts,,, anyway I hope y’all enjoyed this so far :3 let me know if you want to be tagged when part two comes out <3

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