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THATS NOT MY JJK MAN! animation teaser is here!

y'all i was gonna wait until next week to give y'all it but imma do it now cause it was going to be a gif but now i added sound so the full 28 sec animation upload will be as a video! and im too excited not to share!

for anyone who hasn't played "That's Not My Neighbor" you can play it for free here, without downloading anything. Not required to read the fic as ill give a lil premise to set the stage:

case files: Doppelgänger curses have been running rampant and causing chaos around Tokyo impersonating everyday civilians including sorcerers. Jujutsu society has set up veils and your JJK boyfriend has given you strict orders not to lower them to let anyone in the house but him—but can you identify the real one? (canon-verse).

short 500-1k drabbles of Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Suguru, Choso, Sukuna and Geto who will you guess correctly? who will you fail? 😭

teaser/preview: don't let him in y'all. 😭

Releasing Oct 1st!

kizzatober m.list if you want to be tagged comment there please (finishing fics i didn't for last year, will revamp m.list aesthetics tho).

satoru has the most beautiful moans and grunts when he cums, his face looks so desperate and adorable too — his eyes half lidded, brows knitted, cheeks flushed, mouth agape and breathing heavy, drooling from the corners of his lips. he is speaking to you in between his needy, throaty noises filled with pleasure about how close he is, how much he loves you, how good you make him feel, how he’s addicted to you, how he wants you more and more, how you’re the only thing that matters 🤍

“do you think it will come out positive?” Satoru asks against your hair, his lips and cheek nuzzling at the strands.

“mm, hopefully” you murmur back. it has been quite a few days since you started trying for a baby with your husband, and even though you both were able healthy, the was still a lingering worry in the air, and Satoru knew, having his body between your legs and big, warm palm rubbing your back tenderly, easily brushing away your worries.

the clock ticks and the pregnancy tests are a strong presence in the room, at least four of them sit at the counter since he couldn’t decide for one, and also, just to make sure.

once the timer ends you both sigh, coming to grip the tests at the same time. Satoru’s head is low, presenting the four plastic strips, “pick one”

and you do, a random pink one that has two lines in it, “positive” Satoru’s breathing hitches. it’s now his turn to pick another, the same result greetings back.

his eyes look up at you with hope and adoration, the other two tests being one positive and one negative, and the white haired makes a mental note to not buy that brand again, sticking to the fact that you are in fact, pregnant.

“my love...” his voice is slightly shaky, cupping your cheeks to stare at those loving and slightly damp eyes of his, the ones that mirror yours as you give him a wide grin, “we’re having a baby”

JJK S01E21 - GOJOU SATORU

satoru holding you in his arms, your face nuzzled into his neck, his chin rested atop your head, his fingers trace so softly on the length of your spine you barely register the touch — it feels like gentle air blowing on your skin. and he speaks to you with utmost tenderness too — each sentence begins or ends with “my dear, my life”, said so softly that his voice drops to a near whisper. like his entire being is trained to be delicate with you, with the way he holds you, with the way he talks to you

(this, right after he nearly brought you to tears from cumming multiple times on his tongue)

from having bounty on his head since birth and dealing with people stalking and trying to kill him all the time as a kid, to going through two great losses as a teen. grew up to be an overworked adult who was seen only for his strength, used as a weapon even after his death and was blamed for caring about the younger generation. there was never a moment of peace in his life or after. never.

warnings: mermaid hybrid satoru, exploration kink?, suggestive nsfw🔞 this is a long one~

“nngh!”

sounds of distressed whimpers force your head out of your book with furrowed brows—you can barely hear the cries under the steady crashing of waves and birds singing in the wind. part of you thinks you might be going crazy considering no one is within your proximity on this side of the beach. you blink rapidly as you attempt to listen in on the sound and when it doesn’t fade, you hesitantly stand and attempt to make your way closer to it.

but when it leads you to a cluster of all different sizes of rocks near the shore, you sigh. you’re close to just deem yourself crazy, maybe your fantasy book is just encouraging your imagination. but when the whining turns into a faint cry, your curiosity only grows. you squint at the area in attempt to spot the source as you take your shoes off and throw them closer to the dry sand along with your book, as to not get them wet.

you take a step into the wet sand at the very border of the shore where the waves meet your feet as you eye the area.

“is someone there?” you hesitantly call, cringing at the sound of your voice as you look around to make sure no one is seeing you speak to the ocean like an imbecile.

immediately the whining and sobbing halts abruptly, making your brows furrow further with curiosity.

“are- are you hurt?” you ask, taking another step closer to the rocks. the rocks are a bit intimidating even though they’re not submerged much since the tide has shifted so you gulp as you near them.

you’re now ankle deep into the water, no longer needing to go in any deeper to approach the rocks.

it’s silent now. you’re now second guessing if you even heard anything in the first place, but it’s too odd that the noises seemed to stop once you had spoken.

so you finally approach the rocks, laying your palms down on a large one to peek your head over it, half expecting to see a child that’s lost their way.

and what you see makes your eyes widen and the blood drain from your face. you gasp in a mixture of shock, fear, and confusion when you make eye contact with what looks like a fairy tail creature.

you jump back in surprise, stumbling and falling straight onto your ass, completely soaking your bottoms and the hem of your shirt.

“w-what-what the fuck?” you stutter to yourself, shaking your head harshly as you clench your eyes shut and grip the wet sand. maybe these fantasy books are finally getting to you or maybe you fell asleep on the beach and this is all a dream.

a moment later, you blink rapidly as you shakily stand. and this time, you walk around the rock so you can properly see what you think you saw without something in the way.

and once you do, you see it again, staring at you with wide piercing blue eyes. you can’t even speak as you analyze it, much less breathe. it looks deathly afraid of you, whatever it is, and it eyes your every step with the upmost observation and fear.

it’s long scaly fish like tail is a beautiful blue color, but it’s torso and head is seemingly human. it has milky white skin, pecks with nipples like a man, toned arms with little blue fins attached, and hands with fingers— though they seem more webbed than a normal persons. it’s tail begins where a normal humans legs would. it’s some kind of a creature that’s half man and half fish. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it looks like a mermaid.

you don’t dare to take another step closer, staying a few feet away with caution. it’s tail is caught in some kind of netting connected to the rock and it looks as though the grip it has on it’s tail is so tight that there’s a bit of red blood seeping from it.

it’s not moving one inch as the baby waves crash gently on it. the creature is so still, in fact, that you’d believe it was dead if not for its eery eyes watching your every breath and the way it’s blinking every now and then.

you’ve had the ‘do aliens exist’ talk before, everyone has, but no matter your stance on it, actually seeing something inhuman and seemingly otherworldly is a whole nother conversation entirely.

your breath is shaky as you squint at the netting because even though you have no idea what this creature is, it looks like it’s in pain. you can’t help but wish to help it.

you gulp and take a step closer to get a better look at the netting but the moment you do, it flinches and it’s tail begins to slam against the sand with force— like it’s trying to scare you off by splashing you with the small amount of water under it.

and if his intent was to scare you, it works because you fall right back onto your ass with a gasp as droplets of water litter your face.

“i-i-i’m sorry! i- won’t h-hurt you!” you stutter out, voice shakier than it’s ever been as you wipe your face of the water. you aren’t even sure if this creature can understand your language, but even animals can understand intent so you figure it’s worth a shot.

hesitantly, it slows it’s flopping and tears begin to fall from its beautiful, gleaming eyes as soft whimpers fall from its lips. it seems as though it’s accepted its fate, that you will hurt it or even worse, kill it.

your brows twitch in sympathy as you stand once again. its teary eyes follow you every step of the way as you inch closer to it ever so slowly with hands extended, as if to communicate that you won’t hurt it.

and once you get close enough to potentially touch its tail, you crouch in front of the mid part of it with caution, eyes trained on it’s terrified face.

you gulp. “i’m going to t-try to get this off, okay?” you voice, knowing it likely doesn’t understand you.

it’s face contorts with confusion and eyes flicker down to your hands that are steadily moving towards it’s tail.

you pause for a moment, giving it time to process what’s happening before attempting to make contact. as you get just inches away, it flinches violently, tugging against the netting and letting out a painful whine.

“it’s okay! don’t move— calm down.” you coo, attempting to adopt a calming tone to your voice. it seems to help a bit because its tail stills, though still obviously hesitant.

although your natural curiosity urges you to touch its tail to learn more, you don’t want to frighten the injured creature any further. this is your first time encountering such a being, and it's likely the creature’s first time seeing a human.

you gently place a hand on the net around its tail, careful not to touch the tail itself to avoid scaring it. you carefully maneuver the netting, examining what can be done. the knots are tangled, but not impossible to undo.

you gently let go and look at its face once again with sympathy.

“that must hurt, huh? poor thing.” you coo as it softly sobs, “i’m going to unknot it now.” you explain with a newfound determination.

you begin working, carefully untying the netting as gently as possible. when the creature’s whines intensify from a particularly painful tug, you pause, easing up to show that you mean no harm. this gesture seems to soothe it, enough that its gaze shifts from your working hands to your focused face, filled with curiosity.

you notice that whenever your fingers get close to its tail, there's a subtle resistance, as if an invisible barrier is pushing against you, protecting it from your touch.

finally, you get it untied and you pull the ropesoff of it’s tail with an accomplished sigh. “all done.”

it’s eyes widen in shock as its tail suddenly moves freely. you huff with a cheerful smile, watching as the creature realizes it’s free and no longer doomed to die here. you can’t help but wonder why it was so close to shore in the first place.

then, suddenly, as if realizing you might still pose a threat, it swiftly turns and glides gracefully into a deeper part of the ocean.

you stand up with an expression of bewilderment as you watch it swim into the water, disappearing with a splash of its large tail.

you chuckle to yourself in disbelief, rubbing a hand down your face. your eyes remain fixed on the spot where you last saw it, hoping to catch just one more glimpse before you leave. you know no one would believe you if you told them what you just witnessed, but maybe that’s for the best, given how cruel humans can be.

just as you’re about to turn to retrieve your book and shoes, your eyes light up when it’s white haired head pops up, exposing its face as it stares at you from afar.

when it doesn’t move to leave immediately, you lift a hand and awkwardly wave, mentally cursing yourself when you realize it probably doesn’t know what that gesture means. sure, the way it’s just watching you is a bit unsettling, but it doesn’t seem to have any ill intent. you’re fairly certain it understands that you set it free—or at least, you hope so.

and then, you exhale sharply in bewilderment when it surprisingly copies your gesture, lifting a hand and waving back at you before disappearing back into the ocean.

the next few days you can’t help but visit the same area of the beach again, hoping that maybe you’ll see the astonishing creature again. but you don’t, not for days.

after about a week, you finally see it again, but any hopes or expectations you had are quickly dashed when it merely observes you from a safe distance in the water. you don’t dare to push the boundary and enter the water, fearing that it might scare the creature away or even the possibility that it could hurt you.

in the days that follow, it surprisingly returns each day at the same time to watch you for hours at a time. whenever another human comes by, it vanishes into the ocean in the blink of an eye, only to reappear and gaze at you again. you’ve noticed that it seems particularly interested in watching you read for some reason.

unfortunately, you have college classes to attend still so you’re forced to skip a beach day. the entirety of the class, all you can do is wonder if the creature is waiting for you to show up.

the next day, instead of lounging on the dry sand, you sit in the shallow water, where it reaches up to your waist, wearing your swimsuit.

to your surprise, when it pops up like usual, it doesn’t seem afraid of your new proximity but it stays a long distance away as it eyes you. its expression reads curiosity but you can’t be sure from this distance.

after spending about an hour idly watching the creature and playing with the wet sand under your hands, you grow comfortable. you even close your eyes and bask in the sun.

but when you hear the gentle ripple of water— as if something is moving, you peek open your eyes to see it much closer now.

it scares you at first, making you gasp and scoot back a bit with fear. but your reaction seems to scare it too, making it quickly retreat into the water again.

“n-no! wait! i’m sorry— come back!” you plead in fear that it might never return as you crawl in deeper on all fours, unsure if it can hear you beneath the water.

a moment later, it peeks up at you again, much further than before but still close enough to see. immediately you smile and wave, hoping it recognizes your gesture again.

and it does recognize it, showing a sort of naïveté as its eyes light up and it swims closer, shockingly fast. it’s a bit unnerving how fast it moves but maybe you should have expected as much from a creature of the water. you try not to show any signs of fear or shock at its movement so you don’t potentially scare it away again.

it then exposes its entire face as it lifts a hand and waves back with wonder in its eyes, only feet away from you. it seems it’s hesitant to come any closer because you’re in a shallow part of the shore— though you think that’s for the best because even if it hasn’t hurt you thus far, it’s an unknown creature that you know nothing about. it’s best to keep a small space between the two of you for now.

you take a seat in the water that’s now up to your lower ribs as you examine its beautiful features while it examines yours.

it’s facial features are that of the most beautiful in the world, you think, surpassing even the most famous of beauties in the human race. and it’s eyes are a color that shouldn’t be possible, so piercing blue that they’re almost glowing. its hair is milky white, much more pure of a white than any bleach could ever turn a humans hair— matching its eyelashes and eyebrows. you aren’t sure, but it looks like a man in his twenties.

“beautiful, you’re so beautiful.” you breathe out in awe, making it’s head tilt in curiosity— reminiscent of a puppy.

and then it suddenly speaks, but the language scares you. it’s like no language you’ve ever heard before and it’s tone sounds bewildered. it’s voice is deep and raspy, like a man and you’re not sure what you expected but it wasn’t that.

you can’t help but flinch and gulp a bit at the sound of it, it’s only natural to be afraid of such an unknown sound but you’re trying your best to be open minded.

as if responding to your sign of fear, it begins to speak again but this time— in english.

“c-calm— d-d-ow-n, poor th-thing.” it stumbles over its words, attempting so hard to copy your words and cooing tone from weeks ago when you were freeing it.

you can barely grasp what it’s trying to say, but as you piece it together, your jaw drops in awe. you’re amazed that it remembered what you said well enough to repeat it—especially since it’s using the same calming words you used on it to try to soothe you. It’s as if it’s trying to calm you down, even though it probably doesn’t understand the meaning of the words.

“amazing,” you breathe out, blinking in utter disbelief.

“ama—zong,” it repeats with a curious tone.

you giggle with your eyes crinkled closed as it mispronounces “amazing” as “amazong,” and your laughter only seems to intrigue it further. its white eyebrows twitch as it swims closer, trying to catch more of your laugh.

when you open your eyes again, you find it closer than before, causing you to stiffen and gasp. it’s now only a few feet away, and because it’s in such shallow water, it’s forced into a horizontal position, with parts of its tail visible behind it.

then, it speaks again, slowly, but in its own language like it’s trying to teach you a word.

“sa-tor-u.” it coos, sounding out the word for you to learn with gentleness.

the fear that rose when the creature came closer is quickly replaced with fascination as you focus on the word.

“satoru.” you repeat the word slowly and immediately it smiles as it lifts its tail and splashes the water excitedly.

you chuckle at the sight as droplets from the splash of its powerful tail land on your cheek.

“satoru. what does it mean?” you question with a smile, more to yourself than the creature as you wipe the water away from your cheek.

and as if detecting your questioning tone, he quickly points at itself and repeats the word again.

“you? your name?” you ask, eager to learn more about the creature. but he doesn’t understand your words and simply blinks at you. it’s astonishing that he wants you to know his name—not that you think he’s unintelligent, but you weren’t sure of his level of awareness. ‘satoru’ is primarily a male name, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve come across some humans with the name.

“uh- um,” you then point to yourself and speak your own name slowly, eager for him to learn yours now.

he repeats your name with determination to pronounce it correctly, and you nod with a big smile, delighted by the sound of his beautiful voice saying your name.

then, as if the setting sun is a curfew, satoru suddenly turns and dives into the ocean with urgency. but before disappearing for the night, he resurfaces briefly, waves with a smile, and then vanishes once more.

the following days are some of the most exciting of your life, stories you’ll tell your grandchildren about teaching a beautiful merman to speak english.

unfortunately, the first thing you teach satoru is how to say, ‘stay back or i will hurt you.’ its a bit tough to explain the meaning but once you point to his tail to remind him of the painful netting, he understands for the most part.

you’re afraid someone less moral will come across satoru who’s so beautiful and naive and innocent to the human world. you have to explain that not all humans are like you and though he’s a bit confused, he mostly grasps the concept.

you’ve found that the easiest way to teach satoru about words and meanings is to read to him. he listens to you for hours and when you begin to pick children’s books that help in learning english, he excels quickly.

soon, he’s able to speak at a moderate level and you’re simply aching to ask him every question in the book as you sit in your familiar place in the shallow water by the rocks.

“are you a mermaid?” you inquire, knowing it’s a silly question to ask considering ‘mermaid’ is a silly human term for fairytales.

“‘mer-maid?’” he repeats with curiosity, and you chuckle to yourself. you should have expected that response.

“where were you born? how old are you?” you instead question, eagerly.

he points to the open ocean before turning back to you. “eight— six.”

you hum in thought, recalling how you’ve already tried teaching him about human days and years, but it seems he has his own way of measuring time. you’ve discovered that in his terms, eighty-six translates to twenty-six in your time.

“are there a lot of your kind?”

“yes. lot.” he nods, seemingly happy to be able to communicate with you.

“are you able to get out of the ocean completely? or do you need the water to breathe?” you ask.

“no, i can get out. but we are not supposed to. rules,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed by the rule. you wonder if he might be a bit of a rebel in his society. this also explains why he was treading so close to the shore when he got caught in the net.

“can i ask question too?” he suddenly questions.

your brows twitch in slight surprise at his curiosity and you nod with a smile.

“why do you save me?” he suddenly asks, referring to the time you met and you freed him from the netting.

you exhale with sympathy as you gaze at him.

“why not? i saved you because you were in pain.”

he blinks at you with utmost wonder in his blue eyes and then quickly refocuses onto his next question— as if he’s afraid he won’t have time to ask everything he wants to.

“how many are you?” and his question slightly confuses you until it clicks that he’s asking your age.

“uh— in your time, i’m eight-one,” you explain, converting your age of twenty-one into a number he can understand.

he immediately coos, “cute. you are young. in my home, you would be offered up to mate.”

you blush a bit and gasp a bit before chuckling nervously. “o-oh!”

“do you have a mate?” he asks with gleaming, glowing eyes.

you breathe out a laugh. “no. do you?”

“how do you say—” he hums in thought, likely looking back on your language exercises, “—hell no.”

immediately, you burst into a fit of giggles. that phrase was one of your favorite to teach him.

“beautiful. you are beautiful,” his smile broadens at the sound of your laugh, breathing out audibly through his nose— making a noise reminiscent of an awe.

your eyes widen at his compliment, blinking rapidly as your cheeks burn. “w-wow, me? says you.”

“thank you!” he cheers, like a child who has been taught to say thank you after every compliment— it makes you snap out of your flattered state and giggle a bit.

“what are these? why?” he questions and you jump when you feel his fingers graze along your calf under water.

“m-my legs? um- i’m not sure why. to walk i suppose.” you shrug, slightly shivering at his touch with a blush. you hadn’t made physical contact yet and it’s a bit unnerving. he doesn’t seem to be the shy type.

“painful?” he questions with concern, fingers still curiously exploring your legs gently.

you giggle softly at his assumption, and he tilts his head at you with a curious smile. you figure he thinks your legs must be painful since they’re split in two instead of being one piece like his tail.

“no, not painful,” you shake your head, attempting to eye his hand traveling up your thigh through the murky water as you grip the sand.

“soft,” he says before dipping his head under the water, intently examining your legs. he runs his hands along them, but when he reaches the inside of your thighs in exploration, you gasp and quickly grab his hands to stop him before he can reach your private area. he surfaces, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

“hurt you? sorry, i’m sorry.” he pouts, slightly pulling back and lowering himself to show that he’s a non-threat submissively.

you huff and gently pull his hands from your legs so you can interlock yours with his— partly to keep control of where he puts them and partly to just feel his skin.

“you didn’t hurt me. that area is just,” you pause, thinking on the right words to use for this, “-sensitive and private.”

he moves closer again, your friendly gesture of holding his hands helping him to relax, as his fear of hurting you fades and interest takes its place. he says a word in his own language and you blink at him with confusion.

“what’s the word for— is it—mating organs?”

“um— ‘mating organs’?” and quickly you realize that you had never taught him a word for your reproductive organs and your face burns in embarrassment. “oh uh— yes, sort of.”

“can i see?” he questions, making your embarrassment sky rocket. it’s obvious he’s simply intrigued with the human body, without ill intent.

“uh— that’s not a good idea,” you quickly utter, letting go of his hands and shutting your thighs tightly.

he starts pouting, and if there’s one thing you’ve learned about satoru over the past few days, it’s that he’s kind of needy and playful, and definitely prone to pouting when things don’t go his way.

“why?” he whines, hands returning to caress your ankles gently.

“uh-um because— well, that’s like me asking to see your- fish-tail-mating area,” you exclaim dumbly, unsure of if he even has male reproductive organs like humans do.

he blinks at you, pout still prominent.

“‘fish tail?’” he repeats, thinking for a moment before his brows raise in understanding.

“you can see and i can see!” he shouts, as if he’s just solved the issue easily.

you gulp and your gaze flickers around, avoiding his gaze in utter disbelief. you’re pretty sure that he’s insinuating a ‘i’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ situation.

“please?” he pleads, and you wish you hadn’t ever taught him the word because his sweet, graceful tone sways you, as if his voice has a spell woven into it.

you can’t deny your own curiosity about his tail and his anatomy, so you find yourself looking around the empty beach before gulping and nodding—for research purposes.

he brightens up and promptly adjusts into a seated position. using his palms, he scoots closer to the shore, encouraging you to move back until his tail is completely exposed. he rests his back against one of the many rocks by the shore as the baby waves crash against the both of you.

you gulp as your eyes linger on his stunning physique, sitting back on your calves while you focus on where his abdomen transitions into his tail. he seems to notice your ogling, taking your hand and gently guiding your fingers from the wet ridges of his abs down to his scaly tail.

“w-wow, you’re so beautiful.” you breathe, lips slightly parted as your breathing deepens in astonishment.

he giggles, as if he’s quite used to this type of admiration, and lets you explore his tail. when you reach his fin, he playfully flicks it up, huffing in amusement when you flinch and gasp.

you then bring your hand to press against his warm chest, where his heart is and your jaw drops when it beats in such an irregular way— unlike any human heart.

“your heart! it’s- amazing.” you breathe in awe, moving your fingers around slightly to feel it better.

his head tilts in wonder before reaching out and pressing his own finger tips to your chest, just between your breasts.

and after a moment of waiting, he gasps and hunches forward to suddenly press his ear to your chest.

“boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!” he breathes in astonishment, now understanding why you were so amazed at his heart beat. he thinks yours sounds so comforting, he could stay pressed to your soft chest all day.

you chuckle and blink down at him, slightly embarrassed that he’s pressing into the fat of your breasts. but after a few long moments of him simply listening to your heart, you gently pull his head up to lean against the rock once more.

“you keep feel?” he questions, asking if you’re done exploring his body or not.

although you feel a bit deranged for letting your mind wander, you can’t help but ponder how his kind reproduces. you don’t see any visible dick of any kind but you do see a slight bulge where his dick should be.

you tilt your head at it, hesitant to ask but it seems you don’t have to because he notices.

“under. like your cover.” he gestures towards your bathing suit bottoms with a slight blush dusting his high cheekbones.

“o-oh, i see,” you stutter with a bashful smile, lowering your chin in an attempt to avoid eye contact with the bulge beneath his scales.

as if reading your mind, he then tilts his head down to make eye contact with you.

“you want to see?”

you part your lips and stutter, blinking rapidly.

“um- if that’s okay.” you gaze up at him nervously, biting your lip coyly. you figure if you’re ready to reveal what’s beneath your bottoms, it’s only fair that he does the same.

though he seems quite shameless and confident, he grows shy as he moves his scales to the side and exposes a slit.

your brows furrow, eyes squinting briefly as you focus in on the area. you can’t help but gasp when a long, thick member resembling a human cock slides out. it’s nearly identical to a humans, except for the fact that it has blue scales near the base.

it bobs, seemingly hard, but you aren’t sure if he’s naturally this size or not. you wonder if it’s potentially arousing him to show his genitalia to a human but you can’t deny the possibility that you’re just demented.

“w-wow, big,” you gulp, in a slight haze as you watch a bead of what looks like pre cum dribble out of his tip. you don’t even realize what you just said until he’s chuckling.

“human not ‘big’?” he questions, almost slyly. he seems quite confident in his body, which he absolutely should be considering how ethereally gorgeous he is from top to bottom.

you clear your throat and force your gaze away from his throbbing member.

“n-not usually that big.” you mumble. “are those.. scales?” you point at the scales near the bottom of his cock.

“yes, touch?” he asks, reading that look on your face as a look of a creature that wants to mate— though he’s not so ignorant as to be unaware that you’re likely just curious like he is.

your eyes widen even wider and your mouth opens and closes as you try to put your thoughts in order. you aren’t sure if he’s so shamelessly lewd as to ask you to jerk him off.

“no mate, just touch,” he attempts to clarify, delicately grasping your willing hand and moving it close until it’s just inches away from the scales you were curious about.

how many human can say they’ve ever had this opportunity before? to explore a merman’s body? you figure as long as you just touch briefly, it’s fine, it’s not like you have harmful intentions.

you gulp and your gaze flickers up at him as if to make sure it’s okay to be doing this before focusing on his cock.

you softly brush your fingers along the ridges of the bumpy, slick scales at his base, causing his cock to twitch. you glance up at his face as he whines a word in his language and unintentionally thrusts his hips toward your touch.

the scales are soft but textured at the same time, and they seem to ripple in response to your touch—as if they’re just built to react to stimulus that way.

“o-okay you can put it away,” you quickly mutter when you form the instinct to wrap your hand around his cock and pull more of those adorable whines out of him.

he nods, eyes lidded and breathing deeper than before. you watch as it slides back into his slit and he covers it with his scales once again. it’s a bit bizarre the way it retracts and moves but mostly fascinating.

“my turn?” he questions eagerly, gently nudging your legs with one hand as to make them part while the tip of his fin grazes your outer thigh.

your nerves rise as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. a promise is a promise and though it’s nerve racking, you want to prove that even though you’re a strange creature in his eyes, you’ll stick to your word.

“y-yes.” you nod with a nervous smile.

excitement litters his face as he moves to lie on his stomach, tail playfully tapping against the shallow puddle of water beneath.

you tentatively and somewhat embarrassedly get into position, with your legs bent on either side of his head and leaning on your elbows to watch what he does.

you attempt to take deep, steady breaths as he gently pushes your thighs apart with warm hands.

shakily, you let them part ways, allowing him to push them as far apart as they go until you feel the subtle burn of the stretch. it’s really not his fault, he’s likely completely unaware of how far your legs can push apart.

you can’t help but imagine how startling this sight would be if someone were to stumble upon it. he then pulls at the material of the gusset of your swimsuit with confusion, making your abdomen gently flinch.

“is this connect to you?” he looks up at you. it seems he’s asking if your swimsuit is similar to his scales that cover his slit.

“no, i can take it off.” you utter shyly before simply pulling it to the side so he can see your pussy.

immediately his eyes widen and he leans in so close that you can feel his breath fan over your twitching folds.

you’re aware he’s likely never seen a humans genitalia before and has nothing to compare yours to but it doesn’t stop you from growing self conscious under his stare.

“like me?” he asks, blinking up at you with furrowed brows. he’s attempting to ask if you have a cock that comes out of your slit as well, though your slit does look very different than his.

“n-no, no. it’s just a.. hole.” you explain, humiliated, blushing, and gripping the sand to cope with the embarrassing words.

“what is this bump?” he questions, pointing at your twitching clit, fingertip only breaths away from making contact.

“um— mating.. tool?” you cringe at your choice of words but he chirps a hum as if understanding— though you aren’t sure how much he could possibly understand form your poor explanation.

“touch?” he asks, not taking his eyes away from your slit. he doesn’t miss the way your ‘mating tool’ spasms when he speaks.

you gulp and close your eyes with a sharp exhale through your nose, trying to collect yourself and your naughty urges.

“why?”

“to see more,” he explains, “so compact.” you can tell he’s referring to the way your outer lips keep your inner lips closed to an extent in this position.

“o-okay,” you nod, watching him like a hawk as he reaches out and pulls one of your outer lips to the side, making your folds straighten out on that side. it allows for a peek into your clenching chasm and it only intrigues him further, squinting his eyes to look into your hole.

“smells yummy,” he whines out, causing your pussy to clench around nothing and slowly leak a bit of arousal. you bite back a moan at his unintentional compliment.

“a-are you done?” you gulp, hoping he doesn’t question your slick leaking out.

“this is your mating hole?” he refers to your pussy and you bite into your bottom lip, mind racing with ideas of ‘mating’ with the beautiful creature in front of you and how it would work.

“y-yes,” you stutter, breathy.

“you have mated before?” he asks, gaze flickering up at you and gently letting go of your lips. it takes everything within you not to laugh at his question, he’s basically asking if you’re a virgin.

“no, have you?” you turn his question back on him with a small smile.

“no, that’s for life long mate,” he admits with a matching smile, leaning in and licking an affectionate stripe up your inner thigh.

you gasp pathetically in pleasure and your thighs clench, making you quickly cover your pussy with your bottoms once again in fear of your urges pushing this experience too far before you know it.

“o-okay no more.”

he frowns a bit at the sight of your covered pussy and gently pushes back into the water to submerge more comfortably.

you settle into a criss crossed position after scooting closer until the water reaches your waist.

“thank you for showing me, you are interesting,” he coos with a smile, gently lifting a dripping finger to brush it down your cheek, making you shiver.

you exhale slowly and lean into his touch. “will i see you again?”

he suddenly seems as though he has an idea or remembered one, face lighting up.

“i be back—wait,” he voices briefly before turning and diving into the water so fast that you’d have missed it if you blinked.

you can’t help but furrow your brows and reach out to the ocean in fear that he might never come back— even in spite of his words. but a few moments later, he re-emerges, making you exhale in relief. he seems to have brought you a large white shell.

“watch,” he coos, keeping eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and blows. a beautiful sound comes out of the shell, inducing a peaceful tranquil feeling deep within causing you to light up with awe.

“you call and i come,” he explains softly, wrapping your hands around the shell like it’s a precious gift.

your heart flutters at his words and the feeling of his hands around yours, eyebrows twitching in a pout when he lets go.

the sun suddenly sets below the ocean and now it’s his turn to pout. “i must go.”

and just like that, he kisses the back of your hand before escaping back into the dark ocean, leaving you to wonder when you’ll see him again.

—————-

i am so in love with mermaid satoru bye

𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊 ᥫ᭡

cute and sassy as always, this is actually how i picture him to act whenever he’s holding your purse for you 😭

i think after you fall asleep in satoru’s arms at nights he stays awake for a while, just to hold you consciously and watch you sleep, brush the hair off your face and softly kiss you on the forehead, whisper a very quiet “thank you for loving me” while he looks at you, eyes welled up. he’s so happy, he’s never imagined anyone would ever want a future with him. but here you are, proving him wrong — giving him your bed, your warmth, your heart, your all 🤍

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: your boyfriend comes to pick you after a long day at uni. sensing your jealousy about the attention he’s getting from your classmates, he makes it up to you in his own way.

tags. olderbf!gojo x female reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive [make out sesh]. age gap — reader above 20, gojo early 30’s. jealousy. reader gets called ‘princess, baby, beautiful.’ not proof read !

satoru’s arrival, as per usual, serves as pure entertainment for many students. it’s not often that they get to see such a tall and handsome man around campus after all.

you patiently stand there, waiting for that said man to come and get you. the increase in giggles and whispers around you can only mean one thing: he’s nearby.

your boyfriend’s car comes to a stop in the distance. satoru steps out of the driver’s seat a second later, one of his hands running through his fluffy, snowy hair.

‘. . damn, he’s fucking hot,’ ‘yep. heard he’s in a relationship though. sucks,’ ‘girl— do i look like i care? need him so baaaaddd.’

it’s infuriating to hear those words while you - his girlfriend - are standing close to them. you decide not to give those girls any attention nor do you try to speak up. it’s not worth the effort.

satoru closes the car door behind him, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he strolls up to where you’re standing. it’s as if he’s walking down a runway - graceful, confident, every step executed with perfect balance.

he can hear the murmurs from the students around, but he simply does not care. his steady gaze has been fixed on you the moment he spotted your figure from across campus.

“cute,” satoru mutters under his breath with a small smile, blue eyes taking in the sight of you standing there against a wall. the way you’re fiddling with the strap of your bag while pretending not to have noticed him is quite endearing.

you look down at the ground until a pair of black oxfords come into view, stopping right in front of yours. you slowly tilt your head back until you’re face to face with the man himself.

“hey, beautiful,” satoru greets, his voice smooth and slightly deep, a faint smirk playing on his lips. his knuckles brush against your cheek whilst he admires your every feature, acting as if he hasn’t seen you in days.

you nod in response, whispering a small ‘hi’ before your eyes dart around campus again. your bottom lip pushes forward just a tiny bit to form a small pout.

. . and there it is; satoru knows that look in your eyes like the back of his hand. he’s seen that same pout before, along with the hint of jealousy lurking behind your gaze that you try so hard to hide.

he understands why you’re feeling that way.

the other girls on campus, the way they ogle him and whisper, it would make any woman insecure. but to him, there was no need for that. satoru is yours, and he’s made that known to every single soul around you a million times before.

perhaps they need to be reminded once more.

satoru wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his touch gentle and possessive. he can see how you’re trying to act normal, though he knows you way better than that.

the pad of his thumb rubs small circles into your hip as your lover leans in and speaks in a low yet intimate voice that only you get to hear, “oh? look at you, acting all tough with your little pout.”

“tell me. what’s up, princess?” satoru whispers, his breath warm against your ticklish skin. he lowers his head to your face and plants a small kiss on your nose, gaining a mix of delighted yet irritated whispers of the people around you.

“usually you jump right into my arms after seeing me— y’know, like a lil’ bunny,” the white-haired man starts sulking as well, pressing your body flush against his. “where’s my cute ‘n clingy babyyyy?”

satoru’s over-exaggerated whine makes your nose scrunch up, though you can’t deny the truth. he knows you better than you know yourself. he can see right through your attempt to disguise your jealousy, yet you’re still too stubborn to admit anything.

“whatever. come on,” you roll your eyes before grabbing his arm and tugging him forward. you want nothing more than to escape your surroundings. you’re getting tired of the continuous and unwanted attention satoru is getting.

it’s irksome. you know satoru doesn’t give them the attention they so desire - he never will - yet you still feel this pang in your chest whenever you see those girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend.

satoru, being naturally observant, notices your sudden eagerness to leave campus. he can tell that your jealousy is growing worse because of the other students that keep on eyeing him. while he is used to the attention, he hates seeing it affect you.

the whispers and giggles from the other women are like white noise, insignificant background fodder that barely warranted his notice. you’re all he sees and listens to— no matter what.

your presence, your voice, your body, your soul. . . you’re the only one he cares about. he just wishes you’d realise that.

satoru wordlessly allows himself to be dragged off. his gaze is fixated on the back of your head, a mixture of amusement and worry glinting in those blue eyes of his. he can’t help but feel guilty. even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.

he wants to make it up to you, somehow.

once you reach the car, satoru gently shoos your hand away from the door handle the moment he catches you try to get in yourself. he reaches around you and pulls it open with a soft ‘click’.

satoru then surprises you by kissing your forehead— his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers bury themselves in your hair. a subtle smirk tugs at his glossy lips as he senses the envious glares from the other, irrelevant onlookers.

that’s exactly what he’s trying to accomplish. to make it known to the world that he’s your man. he’ll gladly do it over and over again, until all of them finally take the hint.

“ladies first,” satoru gestures, his voice gentle and loving. he pulls back and smiles at you with his dimples showing. you’re slightly taken aback by the smooth gesture before thanking him in a small murmur.

“thank you.”

it’s silent for a good couple seconds after satoru gets into the driver’s seat. he settles his keys into the ignition switch, though doesn’t turn them. instead, he faces you with a small sigh.

your lover already recognises what’s up. you probably won’t talk to him until the jealousy subsides. but that isn’t how he wants to fix this situation— he wants you to communicate with him.

“hey,” satoru tries to get you to look at him. your body is slightly turned away, your eyes looking out of the car window. it’s painfully obvious that you’re upset with him, even when it isn’t specifically his fault.

“don’t hide from me, c’mon,” he chuckles and tries to make you feel better by bringing your hand up to his lips. satoru leaves small kisses on your palm, eyes peering over the rims of his sunglasses to gauge your reaction.

you still don’t turn to face him. you’re too caught up in your own feelings— too stubborn to talk about the jealousy and insecurities that are bugging you. you know it’s unfair to your partner, but you currently can’t fix your own emotions.

sensing your insistent reluctance to face him, satoru places his hand gently under your chin. his fingers curl around your jaw and gently guide your gaze to meet his. the sight of your downcast expression - plagued with insecurity - tugs on his heartstrings.

“oh, my sweet little baby,” the white-haired man sighs once more.

without another word, the gap between you quickly closes as satoru leans in, his lips meeting yours in a firm but soft kiss. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the suddenness of his kiss, but the tension in your shoulders slowly starts to dissappear as you melt into his embrace.

the touch of his calloused fingers on your jaw is a wordless command you cannot resist. the kiss is a silent form of reassurance, a way for him to remind you of his feelings for you.

his want and need for you.

satoru can nearly taste the jealousy etched into your initial resistance, which he seeks to silence with his touch. thus, he deepens the kiss with renewed vigor. his free hand cups the back of your head and gently tilts it upwards to gain a better angle.

“mh. sweet,” satoru’s tongue swipes over your bottom lip. he eagerly swallows the faint taste of candy that you had eaten earlier. his tongue delves into your mouth the moment your lips make way, memorising every part of it.

he doesn’t let go of you until you’re both breathless. the sorcerer pulls back, though keeps the distance between your lips at a minimum. his cheeks are painted a soft pink, eyes half lidded and lips even glossier with your saliva now coating them.

“haah— fuck,” satoru catches his breath while his free hand rubs up and down your waist. he resists the urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you right then and there. he’ll leave that for when you’re home.

his gaze is on your parted lips once more. he simply cannot hold himself back from leaning in. his body moves closer to yours, caging you in between him and the passenger seat.

“i’m all yours,” satoru murmurs against your soft lips. he cups your face as he places a quick peck on your mouth. “only yours,” another chaste kiss causes your smile to find its way back onto your face. “don’t you forget,” and a third kiss finally makes you giggle.

your lover hums in satisfaction. he nuzzles his nose against yours, grinning widely as he successfully managed to coax the jealousy away— to gain his beautiful, happy girlfriend back. “there she is,” satoru coos and squeezes your cheeks together.

you huff at the feeling of your lips forced into a deformed ‘o’ shape, yet the bright smile tugging at your lips doesn’t disappear. “sorry for acting so childish,” you apologise for your own behavior. if it wasn’t for satoru taking the initiative to make it up to you, you would have given him the silent treatment.

the white-haired man shakes his head. he ruffles your hair affectionately while his lips settle on your cheek. he tenderly nibbles on the plush flesh, “no need to apologise. ‘t was cute,” he replies in a muffled voice.

satoru pulls back and his thumb brushes over the subtle mark that his teeth left on your skin. “besides,” he pinches your cheek before cocking his head to the right. your eyes follow the direction he’s looking at— which is your car window.

“i think everyone finally realised that y’re the one ‘n only girl for me.”

your heart drops as you only then remember that satoru’s car windows aren’t tinted. that means that everyone on campus probably has seen the little make out session you had with your boyfriend just now.

your eyes quickly dart around the crowded area. the way your fellow students are glancing at you - some with envy and others with embarrassment - tells you more than enough. . .

you clear your throat and try to hide your face with the sleeves of your top. you don’t know how you’re going back to university after today without facing the humiliating consequences of your (satoru’s) actions.

your shameless boyfriend sits there and grins from ear to ear, proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to your embarrassed state until you speak up again;

“. . satoru, please drive away as fast as you can.”

FIRST WORD — girl dad!gojo satoru

girl dad satoru, established relationship (you’re married, it is indicated that you have two other kids besides the little one that appears in this drabble), nanami cameo, suggestive credits at the end (breeding hinted, just to be safe), sry this lowkey sucks + not proofread, i typed it out in 10 mins but i hope you enjoy!

satoru is trying really hard to get his little daughter to say “papa”, but oh well

“come on, my life — say it”

satoru, crouched down before the baby chair where his little daughter is sitting, a picture of his face in one hand while the other alternates between pointing at the photo and then at his face, slowly repeats, over and over, with utmost perseverance and patience, the first word he wishes his little one would utter—

“pa-pa”, he carefully speaks, syllable by syllable. “pa-pa”, and again. “come on, baby — at least you don’t betray me, i know you’re papa’s girl — come on now, say it”, he pleads.

this has been going on for the past few weeks.

your entire house currently looks like the room of a teenager where it’s posters on the walls and little trinkets on the shelves, courtesy of heavy hyperfixations. but instead of posters and trinkets it’s your husband’s face, everywhere. kitchen, living room, hallways, your baby’s room — every-single-where and every-single-surface and wall has the photograph of your husband’s face on it. he even purchased custom-made plushies and toys of himself, some of which are hanging from the musical baby mobile above your daughter’s crib — but instead of music it’s his voice, teaching his toddler through made-up songs how to say ‘papa’.

“satoru, don’t you think this is a little bit, um— “, you once brought up, pausing to clear your throat, trying your best to sound softer while you say this. knowing how sensitive he is about the matter, and how devoted to have this innocuous win — “…too much? hm, love? it’s like you’re… brainwashing the baby…”

lips immediately pursed, satoru pouted under his nose — “easy for you to say, our two other kids said ‘mama’ first — effortlessly, at that. let me have this one at least”

okay, you shrugged and backed off.

and this morning, as you sipped on your coffee, you silently watched your husband in the kitchen — kneeled down before the baby chair, going about his educational routine.

after he was done with the photos, he took your daughter’s hand and pressed her fingers on his lips, while he kept repeating the word ‘papa’. he said that this method allows the baby to see the way your mouth moves as you speak but also hear and feel the sound all at the same time. (he sure has read a lot of things on the internet)

but your little one remained silent, only giggling here and there as she poked around her father’s face, completely refusing to cooperate with him despite his desperate attempts.

it is an endearing sight, really. part of you felt pity for your husband, you cannot lie. he was trying so hard, and for what...

all of a sudden,

the doorbell rings.

“i’ll take it”, you quickly pad over to open the door.

it’s nanami — dropping by with some baked treats for the kids, as he often does. your children love him a lot. during dinner gatherings he always sneaks away to read them bedtime stories. even though he doesn’t look like the type on the surface, he sure has a soft spot for children. and, truth be told, they are all naturally drawn to him as well. maybe it’s his calm demeanor and the sense of safety he brings along with his presence.

“ah, thank you — these look so delicious, i am sure the kids will die for a bite”, you chime, as you guide him into the kitchen.

“oh— nanami, it’s you”, satoru casually points out without even turning his head to greet him, his eyes glued on his little daughter… who seems to be looking elsewhere, past her father…

…at nanami.

a bit bothered by that, satoru shifts a little bit to the side, to block the view — to, once again, be the main focus in his daughter’s eyes. but, alas…

she tilts her head, googly eyes glancing at the blond man behind her father.

she opens her mouth, a giggle first escapes, and then—

“na-na—”, she pauses… “—mi” — a beam of laughter and her hands reaching forward, pointing at nanami.

silence in the kitchen befalls.

you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. it’s tragic but funny at the same time, and you know — in just a few seconds the real baby in this room will not be your daughter.

“nanami”, satoru slowly stands up, shoulders hanging low and voice — monotone and stern. “get out”

p.s.: satoru makes a scene. he is absolutely devastated. you have to drag him away and pick up the pieces and calm him down. and, of course, he thinks — the only way to make things better is to give him another child. a new opportunity…and you need to get down to business, now. while nanami is babysitting downstairs.

❝ die with a smile ❞. . . ⇢ satoru gojo

˗ˏˋ summary: satoru thinks back to the moment you asked him the hardest question ever

˗ˏˋ wc: 4.1k

˗ˏˋ contains: gn!reader x gojo, zombie apocalypse au, heavy angst w very little comfort, major character death, established relationship, descriptive violence/injuries, mentions of blood and amputation, satoru has a panic attack, suguru & shoko cameo

˗ˏˋ a/n: this one's a wild ride yall, pls refer to the main fic + the au masterlist for this one !! otherwise.... pls do enjoy and dont cry too much while reading it :'3

“satoru… i have a question for you.”

up until this point the room had been so silent, you weren’t even sure if satoru was still awake. you could feel him, though— with your head laying above his heart, his arms caging you in, you could feel how he breathes. the rise and fall of his chest is prominent enough to indicate to you that he’s still awake, albeit a little sleepy. you noted that every once in a while it slows, until he feels you stir— shifting an arm, or a leg, to get more comfortable. that usually wakes him up a little more, picks up the rate of his breathing a tad, just as your statement now did.

he doesn’t respond for a moment, but he hums softly, tilting his head down to look at your shoulder. his index finger traces shapes on it; he’s currently tracing a heart, though you can’t tell because he’s been at it for some time now. it feels more like a bunch of squiggles.

“what’s on your mind?” he murmurs eventually. the words trickle into your ears like honey drizzling; it’s so soothing, so relaxed. he’s so physically and mentally content in this moment, with you— it makes you nervously chew on your lower lip, knowing you’re possibly about to ruin it.

“would you, um…” you pause to swallow thickly, gathering your bearings before you continued. “if the situation ever arose, would you ever— like, if someone asked you…”

he can hear the reluctance in your voice, and the tracing of his finger over your shoulder slows to a stop. he lifts his head a little bit, searching for your eyes before finally meeting your worrisome gaze. he doesn’t say anything, but you don’t think he needs to; the gentle, grounding squeeze on your shoulder says enough.

“if— if you—… if someone ever asked you to kill them before they turned… would you do it?”

satoru inhales slowly, chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment as he thinks of what to say. a part of him — a sick, intrusive part of his brain — immediately starts to ring alarm bells in his head. he pushes it all the way to the back of his mind, because— surely, you aren’t about to ask him if he would ever do such a thing to you, right? it’s preposterous that you’d even go so far to assume that this life you both live right now isn’t secure enough to guarantee your own safety until you both grow old. it’s absurd, even.

yet, he still finds himself avoiding the question; simply answering it with a question of his own. “would you?”

you can read satoru like a book. even with your head lifted off his chest, the palm you were laying over his heart can feel the way his heartbeat picked up. he knew what you were trying to ask and, for a reason you couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t willing to even entertain the thought of that ever being a possibility.

it’s not like you were particularly fond of the idea, either. it entails a heartbreaking scenario where either of you would have to make the toughest decision of your lives. to kill the person you love before they turn into something so deplorable, so lifeless— to be claimed by the one you live for, or be claimed by the undead. the answer had never been clearer, yet the choice was impossible to make. the unfortunate meeting between an unstoppable force and an immovable object.

the silence lingers between you two for a while longer before you finally break it once more, tearing your gaze away to glance across the room. in the corner, lay the dog you both rescued a long time ago— it’s been months, maybe a year by now. things have been good, they are good… they’re going to stay good.

but the fear of an uncertain future gnaws at your resolve day and night; so much so that you think, if not for the way satoru holds you so securely against his chest while he sleeps, you’d have a hard time getting any rest at all.

it’s due to this that you don’t just want an answer from him, you need it. you think of it like a safeguard; insurance against a future that, despite how much you try to delay it, may ultimately be completely inevitable.

“i would,” you mumbled, your voice as unsteady as your emotions feel. “if… if you asked me. i would do it, for you.”

satoru doesn’t need to ask why. he thinks the same of you; the thought of you ever becoming a zombie, a true monster in it’s own right— he can’t find the right words to truly encapsulate how terrible it makes him feel.

so if you were to ever die, god forbid— he doesn’t want you to go like that.

a warm hand cups your cheek, and satoru turns your head so that you’re facing him again. the cerulean of his eyes are glassy, and the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows tells you enough about the size of the lump he feels in his throat. his fingers press into your skin a little bit, making small indents in the plumpness of your cheek before he finally gives you his word.

“i told you this before, but i’ll say it again… there’s nothing, absolutely nothing i wouldn’t do for you.” his tone is firm, resolute. “everything i do, everything i will ever do… i will always put you and your needs first.”

you fidget a little bit as he finishes speaking, but then he’s sliding his hand to the back of your neck and gently tugging, urging you forward. he guides you to lay back down on his chest, and as he does so he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, letting it linger for a long moment before he pulls away.

his affirmation satiates your worries, for the time being. there’s no need to continue the conversation, because— what more can you say? you gave your answer, and he gave his. there’s no other reason to keep thinking about such a dark scenario.

and while satoru often tried to dismiss the intrusive thoughts he always had, he found himself thinking back to that very conversation when the potential scenario you had presented… ultimately became a reality for him.

he can’t think of a time in his life where he’d ever been crying harder than he is now; his brain felt like it was slamming into his cranium with every shake of his head. every time he tried to deny the situation at hand, to refuse to process the words leaving your lips, his head throbbed with a dull ache he may never be rid of.

“i— i can’t—” he hiccups, lifting his arm to furiously wipe at the tears spilling over his lash lines with the sleeve of his shirt. he’s on his knees, his trembling hands covered in blood— in your blood. he’s staring at the gaping wound in your side, the result of an unexpected altercation with a horde of zombies that went awry. he’s certain that suguru and shoko are somewhere behind him, but his sense of direction gets skewed when it feels like the world is spinning too fast for him to catch up.

“sator—” you croaked, trying to speak, but every word that left your lips was joined by a violent coughing fit. satoru let out another broken wail at the wet sound of your cough; he feels like he’s going to throw up.

“please…” he choked out, his voice cracking at the end of the word. “please— please don’t make me do this, i— i can’t do this to you, please. i need you.”

his begging was futile. he knew it was only a matter of time before you succumbed to your wounds, the infection spreading through your system until it reached your brain. by then you’d already be dead, and you’d become something so sinister satoru thinks he might actually pass out at just the mere thought.

“‘toru…” you heaved, blinking up at him through your own tears. your entire body was in pain, every nerve in your system lit up with the infection making its way through you. satoru was squeezing your hand so tightly it was the only part of your body that felt numb to everything, almost painless. “you have to… you— you promised.”

“i— i know, i— fuck, i didn’t think— fuckfuckfuck!” he curses as the gravity of the situation dawns on him all over again. his free hand tugs at his hair, staining the snowy white a crimson red color.

it all happened too fast— way too fast for any of them to truly process. upon getting attacked by a horde, satoru feels your little group of 4 start to split up within the night to tackle them. he felt your hand slip out of his grasp and that’s really when the panic started to settle in; it was all too familiar. the fear and the dejavú crawled up his throat, he found it so hard to just breathe.

suguru was the first one he heard screaming for help. on pure instinct satoru stopped his search for you through the bush of the trees and whipped his head around, running towards the source of the noise as fast as his feet could carry him. he found suguru surrounded by 4 zombies, maybe 5– it was too dark in the forest to tell. suguru’s gun was fresh out of ammo and he’d tripped on his feet, he was cornered.

satoru knew he had to act fast. if he heard suguru’s yells, that means the rest of the horde may very well have heard him too.

as he’s crossing the distance between him and the other man, that’s when he hears your voice. satoru’s heart jumps out of his throat then, seeing you reach suguru faster than he could. you helped suguru up off the ground and fended off the zombies nearest you, but the anxiety was still bubbling in satoru’s stomach, threatening to boil over.

for one, something was wrong with suguru… his gun had fallen to the ground and he was clutching his arm, a pained expression adorning his features as he stood behind you. you were defending yourself decently enough, but the zombies were moving too fast to fight them off all on your own.

satoru fumbles for the gun in his holster and he pulls it out, right as his view of you gets blocked by another incoming zombie. he’s still making his way over, all of this is only happening within a matter of a few seconds—

two shots ring out, and the undead bodies fall to the ground. satoru can see you now, still standing by suguru, still fighting with all your might. his vision is so zeroed in on you he doesn’t even register shoko appearing beside him, readying her own weapons to help satoru rescue the two of you.

by the time they reach you two, satoru feels it in his gut before you’ve even said anything. the look on your face, on suguru’s face— it’s not right. something is wrong.

and before satoru could even ask, suguru was falling to his knees.

“m— my arm, shit,” suguru cursed, and satoru physically felt the blood draining from his face. suguru had been scratched pretty badly, just above his elbow, and the infection was spreading through his arm quickly. satoru hears shoko splutter; she mutters something unintelligible, and then immediately moves to suguru’s side.

satoru spares a nervous glance at you, and the look on your own face does nothing to ease his nerves.

“it’s not too late.”

shoko’s voice comes in almost instantly. “we— we have to amputate,” and before anyone could protest it she’s already aligning her machete right above his shoulder bone, gripping the handle tight enough for her knuckles to turn white. “fuck, suguru— just, hold on… we can still save you…”

shoko’s moving fast. satoru’s response is a little delayed but he eventually threw himself down to press his entire body weight on suguru’s chest, holding his head to the side and rolling up suguru’s shirt. “here, bite down on this,” his voice is unsteady, but he places the cloth between suguru’s teeth and soothes the panic suguru is already feeling.

it all happened so fast. within a matter of minutes, satoru was split up from the rest of the group, running towards the sound of suguru’s cries, finding you with suguru— and now shoko was driving her machete through the bone of his shoulder with all the force she could muster.

the cry that left suguru’s lips was like nothing he’d ever heard before. if not for the way satoru had been holding him down, suguru’s violent thrashing would have made the cut a lot less cleaner than it actually was. shoko’s precise hit made it easy to tear the infected limb, all flesh and bone, clean off his body.

and as she’s removing her jacket to wrap around the gaping hole in suguru’s shoulder, applying as much pressure as she can to control the bleeding, satoru hears you behind him.

“s’toru…” your voice comes out shaky— and in an instant satoru is on his feet, turning around and running towards you just as you, too, fell to your knees.

“no…” he shakes his head, cradling you in his arms as he sets you down gently on the ground. “noooo, no, no, no, no, no…”

satoru’s hands go to your sides, holding you close to him, searching your face for answers, and that’s when he feels it— the wetness, oozing from your waist, all thick and warm. it’s your own blood.

somehow, while trying to save suguru, a zombie had gotten to you before satoru could. the deep, lengthy scratch marks on your abdomen were an indication of how late satoru was.

and now here he was, crying his heart out, kneeling at your side, replaying that damned conversation a million times in his head. he told you that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you, but this? killing you with his own gun so that your body is not claimed by the infection currently taking over your system?

…how can anyone expect him to go through with this?

his sobs were ugly and they were so loud, shoko kept frantically looking around to see if there were anymore zombies in the area— all while she’s cradling a weak and barely conscious suguru to her own chest.

satoru thinks shoko calls his name then, but he can’t hear it past the throbbing in his head. this can’t be happening.

satoru sees your hand moving towards him, and his sobs die down for a moment. he blinks past the tears and he sees you reach towards his abdomen, trying to grab the gun in it’s holster—

“wait, wait…” he croaks, his voice wavering under the weight of his own emotions. by pure instinct, he wants to stop you; wants to angle his hips away from your grasp— but he feels completely frozen on the spot. he sees you pull out the gun and shakily place it in his free hand, and another wave of hot tears spill out of his eyes.

he shakes his head again. it starts off slow, and then he’s entirely frantic with the way he bends over your body, sobs wracking through him so harshly that it shakes him to his very core.

and then he feels your hand, it’s wet from your blood sweat and tears— but it’s so warm. you feel so warm, you always did. you cup his cheek, lifting his head enough to meet his tear-stained eyes.

another whimper breaks past his lips when you swipe your thumb over his cheekbone, probably smearing some of your blood on his face, but you’re honestly only trying to wipe away some of his tears. this thought crosses his mind very briefly, and he can’t help it then— a small, choked laugh bubbles out of his mouth.

“i know, i know,” you can’t help laughing with him, even through your own tears. “i’m getting my blood all over you, you look like such a mess.”

he laughs wetly again, his shaky smile only growing with yours. the hand still squeezing yours is lifted up to his face, and he presses his lips on the back of your hand for a long moment. he holds it there, closing his eyes when he feels that lump coming up his throat again, threatening to break the smile you alone brought to his face.

and after that, he kisses you. he grabs your face with both of his hands and kisses you with all his might, trying not to let another sob slip past his lips as he does so. he commits it to memory— the soft feeling of your trembling lips, the way you kiss him back. how you place your nimble hands over his, slotting your fingers in the spaces between his own.

he tries to remember this; to remember you. for everything you’ve ever done for him, every emotion you’ve ever made him feel and every smile you’ve shown him. he wants to remember you for the way you lived, not the way you died.

and though he can barely see through his own tears, he has to be the one to do it. with one final look, one final kiss, one final i love you—

he slowly stands, and aims. he uses both hands to steady the weapon; he can’t afford to miss. he inhales deeply, closes his eyes— and he pulls the trigger.

a loud shot rings out in his ears.

satoru can hear his heartbeat, beating stronger and faster than ever. it’s like the beat of a drum playing in his ears, over and over again, making him lose his sense of direction. it’s dizzying. he drops the gun in his hands when it starts to overwhelm him, frantic eyes blinking rapidly, completely avoiding you. he hears his heartbeat get louder as everything seems to fade to white around him, and then it’s all dark again…

there’s a voice, somewhere. echoing in the back of his head. it starts out small, far away. he’d assumed it to be shoko’s, somewhere behind him; but as it steadily grows, he thinks— it almost sounds like…

…

…

“…satoru!”

satoru jolts up in his bed with a gasp so loud it makes the dog across the room bark. he already feels the sweat breaking out through his shirt, his entire body shaking with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. he can’t see, why can’t he see anything?

“sa…., c…. ..down, …here. br..., …oru, breathe.”

the words spoken were fading in and out of his ears, and he has to blink several times before his vision finally comes into focus. never before has he ever woken up in such a state of panic, there was not a single time in his life where he’s felt so— so…

“satoru…” there it is again, that voice… he feels something cup his cheek, something warm and soft and grounding. the sensation introduces a familiar urge to close his eyes again, to lean into the touch so that his heart can go back to business as usual.

“there, there,” you cooed softly, swiping your thumb over his cheekbone as he finally started to come down from his panic. “you’re okay, satoru, it was just a bad dream…”

it took another minute or two for the quickened rate of his breathing to slow to a steady rhythm, and by the time his eyes fluttered back open, the exhaustion on his face was heartbreakingly prominent in the near-pitch darkness of your shared bedroom.

his eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark once more, but the moment they did he was met with a look of worry in your eyes— the very ones he catches himself getting lost in more often than not.

“did it… happen this time?” you asked carefully, chewing on your lower lip when you felt him briefly tense up beside you.

satoru’s nightmares weren’t anything new. he’d been having them on and off for the last couple of weeks, ever since the incident.

to be fair, almost everything about his nightmares were consistent with reality— the 4 of you were caught off guard by a horde. you had all split up when the sheer amount of the undead became too much for you all to handle. suguru got cornered and had to get his arm amputated right along his shoulder bone.

the only difference is that a zombie didn’t actually tear at your gut. it’d gotten damn close; you felt the light tug on your shirt in the heat of the moment, and the stain of decayed biological matter left behind on the tee was proof of that. but you were never injured, never infected. you were still alive.

you were here, sitting up in bed next to satoru, cradling his tear-stained face after waking him up from the umpteenth nightmare. the ones he’d had up until this point were all more-or-less the same. they followed the same events, but only ever got as far as you pulling the gun out of satoru’s holster before the nauseating amount of emotional distress ripped him out of his slumber. other times, you’d been the one to pull him out, feeling and hearing him toss and turn every other night with a deep furrow in his brows.

by asking him if it happened this time, you were asking if his nightmare had actually gotten far enough for his subconscious to simulate himself actually committing the act of taking your own life before the infection could.

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but the way his lower lip wobbled with the emotions starting to weigh on his heart again was enough of a confirmation.

“it— it was,” his voice sounds hoarse and so, so small. he’s no stranger to vulnerability when it comes to you, but right now he’s having a hard time putting into words just how utterly shattered his heart feels. “it felt so real, i don’t— i don’t know…”

satoru trails off, letting his gaze travel down your face, following the outline of your arm before finally spotting your free hand. he slides his hand over yours— carefully tracing his fingertips over your knuckles, mapping out a route he already memorized a long time ago.

he slips his fingers around the base of your palm and squeezes hard. in his anxious, exhausted state, he’s having trouble deciphering what’s reality. he just needed to make sure.

“‘toru,” you murmured softly, tilting your head when you picked up on his hesitation. you rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone again, gently guiding his face to tilt upwards. “sweetheart, look at me.”

not even a second later, he does. he meets your gaze again and you couldn’t help it, then— the corners of your lips twitched upwards, threatening to break out into a small smile of light amusement. you leaned forward, softly pressing your lips to his in the most gentle kiss you could muster. he kissed you back with a split second of desperation before it melted into a lazy little peck. he’s exhausted.

his eyes remain closed when you pulled back after a few seconds, only momentarily opening when you both began to lay back again. the second his head hit the pillow his arms were slinking around you, pulling you as close as physically possible to his chest. any other night it would’ve been mildly smothering, but not tonight.

tonight, you hugged him back just as tightly. tonight, he buried his face in your hair as he’d done so many times before, wrapping himself fully around your body and letting your scent lull him back to sleep. tonight, you whispered your love to him in a candied tone, hoping the words seared into his brain just long enough for his subconscious to base his dreams on an i love you instead of a goodbye. you whispered affirmations that you were still here, that you weren’t going anywhere, that nothing would ever separate you two.

that he still had you, and you him.

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he looks so scrumptiously beautiful my heart is about to stop 🥹

You had never been the biggest fan of love.

That was until you met the bundle of nothing but love that was Satoru Gojo. A man who, on the surface, seemed childish and immature, but in reality, was a man who would lay down his life if it meant seeing you smile for all of eternity.

A man who would hold you as if you were made of glass. You'd lost count of how many nights you'd spent curled in his arms on the couch. His arms around your waist and one of his hands carding through your hair.

A man who spoiled you to the high heavens. Anything you stared at, even if it was for a millisecond, was suddenly pushed into your hands. Each time you denied it, Satoru pushed it further and further into your hold, a wide smile plastered onto that beautiful face of his.

Satoru Gojo was a man who loved with his entire heart, holding it out to you and smiling once you took it into his hands. You had returned his love with a love of your own, and for a long time, everything was absolutely perfect.

But now, staring down at the rain-covered headstone, you fell back into a mindset that had once debilitated you. With clenched teeth, you place down the bouquet you'd brought with you, exhaling slowly as you stand and turn away from the words carved into the stone.

After Satoru Gojo, there was nobody you'd ever love again.

“i have love and dreams too! but you know, one day everyone will grow up and leave me behind, right?” satoru chuckles as he waves his hand at yuuji nonchalantly, unaware of the weight that his words carry as you look up at him with watery eyes.

you rub your temples with one hand as to hide the incoming tears as you wait for their conversation to be over so you can speak to gojo. as soon as yuuji leaves, you enter the room; quick to approach the white-haired man and wrap your arms around him, burying your face between his shoulder blades.

“oh? missed me that much?” he tilts his head to the side, eyeing you as he gives you a small smirk. it disappears when he feels a wet spot clinging to his back and satoru manoeuvres his body around to face you, hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he looks down in concern, “hey now, that’s not very cute of you. i hate it when you cry.”

you push your face into his chest, a broken sob escaping your throat as you wail into his shirt, “you’re the one who makes me cry! saying stuff like that.”

satoru’s eyes squint in confusion before he ahh!’s in recognition, a cheeky smile appearing on his lips, “you and i both know that it’s not about you. i married you so we could be outgrown by the kids together.”

you slap his chest that rumbles with chuckles and press your ear against his left pectoral, spending a few quiet seconds searching for his heartbeat.

“i can still feel sad.” you murmur under your breath, tightening your grip on him as he rests his hand on top of your head, fingers weaving through your hair.

“feel sad for me?”

“mhm.”

satoru hums, stroking the back of your head, and smears a small kiss on your temple, muttering against it, “c’mon, baby, there’s no need for that.”

you sniffle into the sturdy surface of his chest, fingers digging deeper into his back, “i-i missed you so much. and now— now you’re going away again! it’s not fair.”

satoru’s movements on your hair come to a halt as he pulls away slightly to take a look at your face. his big palms cup the sides of it, concerned gaze scanning over your features as he exhales, breath coming out unsteadily. his eyes harden for a brief moment before ab apologetic expression settles on his face, the corners of his lips trembling as he speaks.

“i’ll do my best to make it quick, alright?”

you stare up at him, brows creasing upwards in confusion since that clearly wasn’t what was on satoru’s mind, but don’t push — too tired to attempt anything again as you bask in his warmth for as long as you can before he goes to fight sukuna.

something didn’t feel right.

satoru is the kind of husband who’s often absent. between missions, meetings, jujutsu high, and let’s not forget his clan, he spends his time running around instead of spending time with you — his wife.

it’s a routine. though sometimes, not seeing him can get really frustrating (not to mention the number of tears you’ve shed because of his absence). he’s well aware of it. poor guy feels guilty every second he’s away from you.

one evening, after spending the whole time of it crying over his absence, curled up like a caterpillar in the soft, cottony white duvet, you finally found sleep. a deep sleep, to be precise.

but apparently not deep enough, because in the middle of the night, the moonlight filtering through the windows wakes you up. you quickly realize something heavy is resting on your body. a warm, steady breath brushes against the skin of your neck, sending shivers across your whole body.

you squirm slightly under your husband, who’s lying on top of you as if you were his mattress. “satoru, get off me…”

“hmmm,” he hums, pouting and furrowing his brows. instead of freeing you, he shifts lazily on top of you, trapping you further in his arms. and you’re still wrapped in your duvet, too.

“satoru, i can’t move anymore.” but that doesn’t seem to matter. he clings to you like a koala to a tree. you sigh.

“i missed you.” he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, instantly melting your heart. “i love you.” he chuckles softly, eyes still closed, because he knows you don’t really hold it against him. “i’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” a promise he kept, to your delight.

satoru gojo is tall, charming, powerful, radiating a commanding aura to both sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike. his presence demands attention, something he never has to struggle hard for. everyone around him usually grows intimidated just from him being in the vicinity—they get sweaty, they get nervous, they get shy. but not him. he’s not familiar with such emotions. satoru gojo has never been flustered…not until you, anyway.

he’s stuttered twice: once out of nervousness and the other out of pure shock. you didn’t even react to his first blunder, and that throws gojo off just a little more. he’s the strongest. he doesn’t make mistakes, doesn’t fumble over his words. satoru is about as perfect as perfect can get. and yet, here he is, tongue tied and twisted in knots all because…you’re looking at him?

this isn’t new. it’s not like he’s never been looked at before. quite the opposite, in fact. but this isn’t like the usual irate glances or idolizing, heart-eyed stares he gets from everyone else. you’re actually looking at him like a person, and paying attention on top of that.

ever since satoru began talking, you’ve hung on to every word he’s spoke, nodding along and interjecting with relevant dialogue. complimenting him, asking related questions, brows raising in surprise or intrigue when he says something you find interesting. despite this all being the usual bells and whistles of a normal conversation, satoru can’t help but feel a foreign pounding in his chest. he’s never experienced anything like this. not for a long while, anyway.

it’s not just the thudding behind his ribcage, but this sincere action of being seen. everyone else either looks through gojo, or over him, or away from him entirely and try not to acknowledge him at all, as if suffering through his company. but you, you’re actually looking at satoru, right in his face. dare he say, straight through his blindfold and into the azure blues underneath, as if it isn’t even there.

he has his silly suspicions that maybe you are looking through his blindfold. satoru considers that maybe you have some special power or technique to look through the fabric, but quickly squashes the nonsensical idea and decides instead that he’s just overthinking. and that conclusion flusters him even more.

the realization that you are actually interacting with him and listening to him….it’s not just going into one ear and out the other, or flying over your head as you pretend to listen and instead ogle the pretty features on his face. you’re…interested? in what he has to say? it almost seems implausible, but here you are, clinging to his every word and indulging in conversation with him. no restless fidgeting as you wait for it to end, nor a poorly concealed look of impatience as you pray for him to finally shut up.

you genuinely seem content in sitting here and letting satoru talk your ears off. like you’re enjoying it. and satoru is giddy at this realization, this epiphany that someone actually, truly enjoys his company. he thinks it feels…

it feels nice.

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satoru gojo had love and dreams.

you were his love and his dreams.

he dreamt of a future of leaving the jujutsu world, and living a life of comfort and happiness with you. start a family too, he wanted to know what yours and his genes would look like combined. beautiful, probably.

so, when satoru gojo realized he was going to die, cut open by ryomen sukuna, his last thoughts were you. he thought of you, how you would feel about his death, how he wishes he could just go back home and get scolded by you for being reckless and getting himself hurt, see your gorgeous smile one more time, getting to hear your voice one last time before his imminent death, he should've hugged you tighter this morning, gave you one more kiss before he left.

but now, he can't do any of that.

maybe in another life he will start a family with the woman of his dreams.

sometimes on sundays you like to go to that coffee shop.

the one where satoru for the first time dramatically got down on one knee, proposing to you. but not really asking for your hand in marriage — you were already married.

he wanted ovations, he wanted people to clap, and he wanted a free dessert.

it’s not like he can’t afford a sweet treat, in fact he can afford all the sweet treats in the world, but that’s just how the guy you married is. he’s constantly putting you through tricky, impromptu situations, as if to test you on purpose.

anyway, it worked — it had to, because you must have fast and at least somewhat adequate reactions when you decide to marry a man like him.

people clapped, he got the cake — he ate the cake. the owner of the coffee shop proclaimed that very table you occupied yours — it was the very first proposal in the history of the cafe, a special occasion that needed to be celebrated and remembered. so the owner said, “this table will always be reserved for you on sundays” (it was a sunday that day)

so, every now and then you like to go there. it was a cozy spot, besides all the staff knew you already. they knew your orders by heart, too.

but today there’s a new guy working on the counter, taking orders. a newbie that’s clueless. so clueless, in fact, that he has the audacity to stare at you while you’re sitting on the table, waiting for your husband to bring your drinks.

satoru turns around and looks over his shoulder — to follow the direction of the newbie’s gaze, to double check if he’s indeed really staring at you.

what a mishap — he indeed is.

“pretty, huh?”, satoru casually asks the guy.

“yeah”, the newbie’s face gets visibly hot, the blush stretches from his cheeks straight to his ears. “really pretty. maybe i’ll slide her a tissue when she comes over, with my number written on it — i’ve seen it in the movies”, he chimes, excited and visibly very smitten.

satoru laughs. “good luck with that”

the boy on the counter thanks, he thinks those are words of encouragement, but in reality those words were a dare thrown at him — he was just too painfully naive and clueless yet to understand.

“oh— do you want me to write your names on the cups?”, the boy points at the beverages in front of him.

“yea, sure— that’d be mr. gojo and mrs. gojo”

satoru takes the cups and slowly makes his way to the table.

in an obnoxiously loud voice he speaks, “here, my love — this one’s for you. careful not to burn your tongue, sweetness”, all while, of course, heavily stressing on the terms of endearment — to make a statement, in case the names on the cups and his actions weren’t clear enough to get the point across — and continuously starting at the guy on the counter with brick-red bloodlust.

yeah? i dare you. i fucking dare you.