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LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ for the first time ever satoru is left puzzled just by a simple question from tsumiki, but he knows just how to prove his love for you + gn!reader. fluff with some angst— use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), found family trope <3, girl dad satoru agenda, he is a bit insecure but it gets resolved, cutest fucking declaration of love ever, surprises! snow shenanigans, mistletoe kiss, satoru is the best boyfie ever i love him (5.8k words)

notes. this is a gift!!!! so it will cater to the interests and personality of my person but everything else is very vague :) merry new years secret santa thing @scarameows-world !!!! very late by the time this gets published but whtever.. i'm the reindeer that's been up in your inbox <3 we had alot of good talks and i hope we can stay in touch after this :") now here's a cute little fic i made for you about the one and only gojo satoru. title is inspired by this song

gojo satoru is a man whose proficiency knows no bounds. he is a force to be reckoned with ushering a new era of powerful sorcerers and curses due to his possession of both the six eyes and limitless technique. he could do almost anything as one might expect and everything came naturally to him. he never had any doubts about himself, but then came along you.

satoru was a natural when it came to flirting, but he was not accustomed to the rejection he faced in his early days when you would ‘let him down easy’– it was nothing short of disastrous, always ending in banter between you two. yet somehow you had your wicked ways of making him chase even though all you two did was flirt. after several attempts to woo you and you finally stepping up, one thing led to another now here you were, co-parenting two kids with the man you once swore you’d never be with. satoru was 100% sure that he would be yours for infinity, but it wavered on this particular day.

satoru was on a little errand run with tsumiki whom he had entrusted with pushing the trolley around as he scanned the list you had made for tonight’s dinner and activity. she was a young and incredibly happy girl who was much friendlier than her brother, megumi. when satoru adopted the two, tsumiki had taken a liking to him immediately whilst megumi took a liking towards you so he had taken her on the trip. it had been going well, with them doing the final grocery run after spending what felt like hours picking out the perfect wreath for the front door, however tsumiki’s question stopped him right in his tracks.

“do you love y/n?” she asked, a little curious look decorating her features.

“that’s a silly question. of course i do!” he uttered, scanning the wreaths with his eyes picking out the perfect one because quite frankly, he didn’t know how to react.

people naturally assume that growing up from a family who viewed him as an ornament and coddled him that he would be a closed book or lacking in social skills but his first few years at jujutsu tech proved everyone wrong: he was not just a pretty face who could get away with just that. in the end, his love for others was his weakness and tsumiki had brought up something that satoru had failed to anticipate. what did she see that satoru couldn’t and was that even possible?

she took the wreath from his hands and put it into the trolley bringing him back to the present, “how do you know you love y/n?” she paused, and tsumiki must be sadistic for making him suffer like this, “what does it feel like?” she asked, looking up at him.

satoru looked down at the child, surprised by her questions. he paused for a moment, considering how to articulate such an answer to a complex question. was it that hard to believe that gojo satoru was capable of loving someone?

while satoru would never admit it at the start, he needed megumi and tsumiki more than they needed him. after suguru’s defect, they especially reminded him that sometimes blood wasn’t all that important when it came to the people you loved. he loved them but in a completely different way than he loved you. a love so unequivocal that it was impossible for people not to know how truly and deeply in love satoru was with you, so he wasn’t sure where he went wrong but perhaps it wasn’t enough.

“well,” he began a thoughtful look on his face, “loving someone is different to everyone. i guess i can’t really explain it other than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and it makes you feel like everything is right…” he replied, her eyes lighting up with understanding, “you care for their happiness the most, that you’d even share your favourite candy.” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes, trying not to sound too sentimental.

“so you feel warm and fuzzy when you see y/n?” she looked up curiously at satoru.

he chuckled, ruffling the child's hair, "yeah, exactly. now come on, let’s finish this quickly so we can go home. get something for yourself and your brother.” he winked to which tsumiki nodded eagerly, seemingly satisfied with his answer as she rushed down the aisle finding something to bring home.

the atmosphere between satoru and the girl was no longer tense but satoru’s mind was swirling. he was reflecting on the innocence of the question as he took control of the trolley now, finished with his chores for the day. he even went as far as buying you something too but tsumiki had inadvertently planted a seed of doubt in his mind and now satoru was spiralling. did he love you enough? was his warm and fuzzy feelings strong and genuine, or was it something he convinced himself of after everything that went down? the simplicity of her question left satoru questioning himself and for the first time in forever, he is unsure of his relationship with you.

“i thought i told you that they can’t stay up late.” you spoke while washing the dishes. satoru could only lightly chuckle as he rinsed the plate, putting it on the drying rack. he knew you only meant well but he enjoyed seeing you like this more than he had expected: seeing you so worried and being such a caring person towards them. it was not like he had forced you to take care of them, it was through your own volition that you practically raised them.

“come on…” he drawled a little pout on his lips, “they said they didn’t want to decorate the tree without you tomorrow.” he reasoned, knowing that the two children in the living room were your true weakness and that just as much as you do for them, they’d do for you too. the way a simple sentence morphed your furrowed brows into a look of gratitude proved his point.

“do they actually want to decorate the tree with me or is it only because you bought them sweets today?” you accused.

“they’re much older now,” he reassured with a tone you doubt has any good intentions, “besides, i think it’s fair if we stop their ban on sweets, don’t you?” he asked with a simple hip nudge and you roll your eyes at the gesture.

he was happy with this, with how things were going in your life right now, in fact he couldn’t get enough of it. his request was simple, but you wasted no time immediately retaliating, “you just want to freely eat your sweets and use them as an excuse.”

“what little faith you have in me!” he gasped and you have to stifle a laugh, “plus, they’re kinda scary when they don't get their way.” he joked, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed to get a better view of you who had just finished washing and drying your hands after dinner.

“how the higher-ups trust someone like you on those missions, i have no idea. i wonder how they would react if they found out you can’t handle two children.” you said, flashing him a smile. mentioning the higher-ups in the conversation made satoru’s blood boil but it had been tamed when he caught that little shake of your head combined with your smile. he had been contemplating the nature and depth of his feelings for you but tonight had proved that it was all a fluke– just seeing you was enough to remind him that nothing about loving you could ever be doubted, because loving you was as natural as breathing.

satoru leaned down to meet your eyes as you turned to face him, “sweetheart, if you want me home instead of on missions, you could just say so.” he smirked– a signature gojo satoru look that you couldn’t tell if you loved or hated.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “i hope you get put on more missions.”

“you wound me.” he grunted, a hand over his heart feigning hurt but you knew that he was joking.

“you can take it.” you hummed, eyebrows scrunching as he stared down at you lovingly with a smile etched across his face.

there have been so many moments between you, satoru and the kids that blossomed with joy– something that felt lost in a world rife of evil– but you forget that you’re both still fairly young, thwarted into roles of guardians. you loved satoru since you were teens and seeing that this was your first relationship ever, it is only normal to feel insecure, and normal that you have doubts that satoru could ever truly love you.

while staring at satoru your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts and he catches on immediately, perceptive as ever due to his six eyes and well, being gojo satoru. he sees it in your contemplative sighs that he had been hearing throughout the week, in your crafted smile, the way your shoulders are tensed and your jaw clenched: he knows you’re feeling some way right now because even your eyes don’t have their usual spark. your name rolls off his tongue so naturally, as if he was born to say it, as he reaches up to brush his hand across your cheek.

“what’s on your mind?” he questioned with a tilt of his head, thumb caressing your cheek. to him, the signs are as clear as day that you were troubled with thoughts of something and he wouldn’t rest until he found out what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

that warm fuzzy feeling intensified, secret moments between the two of you that the young girl was unaware of. it’s times like this you’re grateful that satoru is so in touch with how you felt most times and you can’t help the relief that settles in your heart when you realise you were so lucky to have him in your life, “it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face, “just… thank you for everything you did the other day,” you said, genuinely appreciative of his contribution to megumi’s birthday dinner, “i know you don’t think that he likes you but he really does look up to you.” you admitted.

“my charms aren’t all that bad.” he hummed, a proud nod as you snorted at his holier-than-thou tone.

your eyes closed at the soft contact of his lips on the crown of your head, warmth spreading all throughout your body during the cold winter month. you crave him and his touch, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t been put on any missions, specifically requested (he threatened the higher-ups knowing his status) to stay home with you and the others for just a couple of weeks. a small sigh left his lips as he started moving his hands away from your face up over his blindfold, the loss of contact made you pout slightly. your hand came over his, stopping him with a simple action, “are you sure you want them off?” you whispered, your voice dripping with concern.

“i want to see you.” he said, without an ounce of hesitation in his response.

“i don’t like the migraines it gives you when you have them off.” you retaliated as you shook your head resolutely. he wants to listen to you, seeing how much you cared for him and laid your heart out for him. the love you had for him was overflowing and he did not know how he got so lucky.

“i can take it,” he insisted, voice a mix of both amusement and affection, “besides, i’ll endure any and all amounts of pain just for you.”

“after that declaration, i better not hear a complaint out of you.” you said, smiling up at him as you begin to unwrap the blindfold yourself. your delicate fingers moved the bandages around his head, undoing the white bandages. the gesture made satoru relax in your touch as you pulled them away from his face. being able to let his guard down after suguru had been difficult but you were a rare (and lucky) case.

once the bandages are undone, you can see that he’s wincing and squinting, probably due to the oversensitivity. adjusting to his surroundings, you brush his cheek with your thumb and his eyes flutter open to have a look at you, “hi beautiful.” he breathes out, utterly captivated by you.

you mirrored his look, squinting as you leaned forward with a smile wanting nothing more than to kiss him until–

“what’s taking so long?” tsumiki yelled, surprising you and making the two of you jump from your spot. if satoru was masking his pain before, he wasn’t doing so now as he screwed his eyes shut and you feel extra protective of satoru now that his blindfold was off. he was extra sensitive to loud surroundings so when she came in shouting the two of you with his guard fully down, you knew satoru probably was still adjusting to having his blindfold off with the kids.

“did your brother put you up to this?” you asked.

“we were just wondering where you two were.” she replied bashfully.

“i told you they were kissing.” megumi groaned from behind her and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you wanted to dig your grave now that he had said it out loud.

“actually, we were rudely interrupted.” satoru complained, narrowing his eyes at megumi. living with them, you know how much megumi truly looked up to satoru but moments like this question why they were always at each other’s neck

megumi rolled his eyes, “have some manners you two,” you ordered, making tsumiki chuckle a bit, “i’m sorry for making you guys wait so long.” you apologised and you see megumi nod slightly at you.

“are you two in cahoots?” satoru whispered in your ear but you pushed him away jokingly. megumi was first to leave the room and tsumiki followed suit, but before satoru joined the two, you reached out grabbing his hand, “i know you said no presents this year, but-” you said, handing him a wrapped rectangular box.

“you said no presents for christmas.” he blurted out, confusion taking over his features.

“well, i sometimes doubt if you ever listen to me,” you looked up at him and you would be right because satoru had bought and wrapped your gift already, “just think of it as a very belated birthday present then.” you smiled at him, anticipating his reaction to your gift.

he opened the box carefully and he could see an engraving on a case, and his heart sunk. he knew he was in love with you, but was it possible to love you even more than he already had? he picked up the case and took out the special glasses he wore when he went out instead of the usual blindfold.

“i remember you said you needed new ones after they broke.”

“correction, when megumi broke my other ones.” he corrected. you rolled your eyes at him, and give him a light peck on the cheek, “thank you.” he spoke before you could make your way to help the children.

“don’t break them again, i’m not made of money satoru.” you warned and situated yourself on the floor, sitting cross legged as you peered over at what the two had been up to when you and satoru were in the kitchen. tsumiki was unboxing some tinsel and megumi was taking care of the ornaments. to be honest, you weren’t sure when you became one of those families who went full out for christmas. the only things you ever really did was presents or stockings and having dinner together. you were overlooking the process, not really helping, or rather not knowing how to as you had never really had a tree let alone decorate one.

“you’re not going to help?” tsumiki questioned, with a tilt of her head as she began to decorate the tree.

all the attention is turned to you now as you shake your head untangling some of the lights for the tree, “i mean, i’ve never really celebrated christmas with a tree and it’s for you guys right?”

“that’s sick and twisted!” satoru gasped, slumping down right next to you with his new sunglasses, “so you mean you’ve never had a christmas tree?” he exclaimed, and quite frankly you don’t really see the big deal.

“i wasn’t blessed with being born into a family like yours.” you teased and he took serious offence to that, not because he was offended by your comment but more so your nonchalance.

“well, anything you want to do for christmas?” megumi asked, putting some of the ornaments on the tree. he always had an artistic perspective and you were glad he was putting so much thought into where each one went.

“i’m not going to be home until late at night, but i guess i’ve always wanted it to snow big enough that i could build a snowman.” you shrugged, looking at the kids.

“that’s impossible.” megumi groaned.

“how are we going to get it to snow?” she exclaimed.

“exactly. it’s alright,” you reassured as you stood up from your spot, “as long as i’ve got you guys, that’s all i could ask for.” you winked at them as you helped them get to the higher spots of the tree. satoru sits there watching as you now start to help the two decorate the tree and decide to help out. you are too distracted to see that his mind is swirling with ideas– he is determined to make your christmas a little more special and he has some ideas up his sleeve that he can’t wait to use.

you feel the exhaustion of staying up late last night settle deep into your bones when you’re on your way home from the mission. it wasn’t like you didn’t get enough sleep, you got just the perfect amount but not being home today to celebrate with the kids and satoru kind of made your heart sink. it had always been the four of you the entire day and sometimes occasionally with the others but being away from home, away from them had taken a big toll on your heart.

you wiped at your eyes with a yawn as you began making your way down the path to your house. the cool winter night was in full swing, trees moving slightly in the small rush of wind that passed by along with the small sprinkles of snow. you took a deep breath and rubbed over your arms as you looked up at the sky. you weren’t lying when you said you wanted snow, it had always been a dream of yours to see falling snow, and enough that it might be enough to build a snowman, it was just something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

you reached the house but the eerily quietness and lack of light concerned you, were they watching a movie or something or did they go out and not tell you beforehand? you brushed off your worries, unlocking the door walking into an empty house. the whole room was dark, nothing could be heard and your heart was stuck in your chest, stopping at just the mere thought of not being completely alone right now.

you could hear some whispers and instinctively your hand went up, charging up your cursed technique as you hear some shuffling until an array of fairy lights went off above you, decorated meticulously going up the stairs and some nice garlands all around, warm lighting and while you’re staring at the lights, you don’t notice the three standing right in front of you.

“welcome home.” they shouted, and you swear you had felt that much relief in your entire life.

“i could’ve hurt you guys!” you exclaimed, a hand over your heart. the soft vinyl record you distinctly remember shoko gifting you after seeing you eye it last christmas playing from the living room, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“well that defeats the whole point of a surprise if i told you, right guys?” he said, and it is only now you realise that he has a santa hat on with the other two in ugly sweaters. you know megumi would be less than happy to be dressed in this right now but you assume he did so for you and couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips curved up at the sight. this… this is what you loved about your little family, and you knew it was wrong to call it a family– the two kids aren’t yours, and you’re not married to satoru but this moment, combined with the cute late night you shared with them just the night prior confirmed that you were all closer than that and how much they loved you.

“you did not need to do this for me,” you sighed, a little overwhelmed by how well decorated everything was. you hadn’t even noticed the holly, the bells, candles, and a bunch of other festive decorations– they really went all out. you wonder just how they pulled it all together but then you remembered that satoru would stop at nothing when it came to his gestures, “and you definitely did not need to drag them into this.” you added, kneeling down in front of them so that you could hug tsumiki and as you stood up you looked at megumi and ruffled his hair despite how much you know he hated when satoru did it, when you did it, you weren’t met with the same grumpy huff.

satoru gasped, “hey, these two were asking if you’d like them and i pointed them in one direction okay?” he defended but as you looked down at the two they were shaking their heads as if to refute his words, “don’t listen to them. they did it because they love you just as much as i do.”

respectfully, you hated satoru but not in a way that was malicious but for always making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. for being friends with you back then when it seemed like the world wasn’t on your side, for allowing you to stay in his life after losing his friend, for letting you take care of two of the most beautiful children ever. he was one of the sweetest people you ever knew and you doubt any gift or gesture would be enough to make up for the man that he is. without realising you had tears stream down your face, and you bring your hand up over your face to cover it. you weren’t usually the type to cry over something so trivial but here you were.

“i can’t believe you made y/n cry on christmas.” megumi complained, trying to lighten the mood as tsumiki’s mouth dropped.

"y/n's fine!" satoru reassured and you can’t help but laugh as you wiped away some of the tears. before you could speak satoru went over to you, engulfing you in a hug, “you better not apologise for crying. there’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” he reassured, rubbing circles on your back. you nod profusely, trying to keep yourself calm in front of the others (not that they’d never seen you cry before) before pulling away from the hug. you stared into his cerulean eyes, out and free from their usual blindfold or glasses, “it’s nice to see you my love.” he whispered, meant only for your ears.

you chuckled, pressing your lips into his cheek before turning around, “how about we open some gifts? how does that sound?” you smiled and their eyes lit up, brighter than the lights all inside the house and they scattered off like little mice to the living room where the tree was, with quite a few presents under the tree (courtesy of satoru’s money but joint in terms of thinking of what to get them) and you followed behind. satoru threw his arm over your shoulder as you took a seat on the couch as they got ready to unwrap their gifts.

“are you hungry?” he asked softly as they started unwrapping their gifts, the one in the penguin wrapping paper which satoru had wrapped up himself.

“i had something to eat on the way back.” you reassured and he nodded.

the two had spent quite a while opening satoru’s gifts. you noticed that the presents were some things the two children had mentioned once a very long time ago and were quite surprised that satoru had hand picked these gifts himself without asking you for help. you knew that he noticed every little detail about the people in his life but it made you wonder if he got you a gift after you said not to. you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t get you one and vice versa.

“i got you that one.” you spoke, trying to contain your excitement as megumi picked up your gift, wrapped in some candy cane paper. you watched as he unwrapped it, revealing a digital camera and you hear tsumiki exclaim, excited for her gift now.

“a camera?”

you sat up, moving away from satoru as you leaned forward, “i know there aren’t that many pictures of you guys around the house so i got you that so we could start printing some out and putting them up.”

megumi couldn’t hold in his gratitude any longer bringing you in for a hug, “thank you y/n.” he said, and you hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. satoru was going to make a comment about how he also wanted a hug after all the gifts he gave but it was a special moment shared between the two of you and he was not going to ruin the moment.

as megumi was setting up his camera with satoru’s help, you turned to tsumiki and watched as she unwrapped her own gift, she looked up from the box to you with shock all over her face, “y/n…” she whispered, voice cracking, “i can’t take this.” she said, handing you back the box.

“hey.. it's okay,” you reassured, lightly pushing the box back in her direction, “it’s a gift tsumiki.”

you watched her pull out the necklace, the stunning small heart shaped engraved with her initial on it but that wasn’t all you got her. after observing the necklace and helping her put it on, she opened a box that contained a letter, telling her of how much you adored her with special keepsakes from some memories you shared throughout the year. you have never seen her so happy and when she hugged you, you catch the stare that satoru is giving you– absolutely entranced by how much you loved them. a simple flash takes you off guard as megumi takes his first picture on the camera.

“how about you guys get your coats, i have something to give y/n.” satoru stated and they ran off with excitement in their bones at his plan. he had filled them in but they weren't convinced he could pull it off.

“talk about a successful night.” you chuckled, picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the bag that satoru was holding.

“get changed.” he spoke, taking the bag from you and now it’s your turn to be surprised again.

“what? where are we going?”

after getting changed, suspicion arising from his sudden ask of getting changed. you walk out of your room seeing everyone in their coats, scarves, and you watch as the children begin to walk out first leaving the two of you alone.

“what are you up to satoru?” you questioned, furrowing your brows.

“since you thought you could cheat your way around buying me a gift,” he replied honestly, which took you off guard, “i thought it was only fair if i got you some things as well.” there was a small box in his hand, and you took it from his hand. you held your breath as you unwrapped the paper to see a box tied with a ribbon. you opened the box, revealing nothing but a sheet of paper.

you definitely weren’t the ungrateful type but you were expecting something else like maybe a ring, a necklace or something else but as you examined the paper you looked up at him with your mouth wide open. it was a receipt of something you had been eyeing for a couple months but nothing you could excuse spending money on. you had been an avid lover since you were young and it was always your dream to have one of these.

“satoru.” you said, honestly starstruck at his gift.

“you have been eyeing that for so long,” he reasoned with a simple nudge of the shoulder, "merry christmas."

“i can’t accept this.” you shook your head, giving it back to him but you know it is relentless to deny his gifts especially after you pulled your little secret gift on him the other day.

satoru gave you a stare and pursed his lip, “you are keeping it. end of discussion.” he smiled as he started to wrap a scarf around you. satoru had always looked good in winter clothing, a scarf tucked around his neck and due to his infinity, he was never cold but still dressed to the occasion with his designer brands. he was so handsome…

“and since you’re not saying anything i'm assuming you don't like it?” he taunted. you told your brain to make a coherent sentence or at least move so you don’t make a fool of yourself just looking at the gift. you stared up at him, you used your free hand to push the scarf down from the bottom half of your face, "you know i thought you weren't going to get me anything?"

satoru had never stopped at any words faster than he had those, "what?" he answered with a shaky voice.

you scoffed holding his hand in yours, looking anywhere but into his eyes, "i thought you might do a whole 'i'm your gift' thing," you admitted, a little ashamed you had such little faith in him, "i guess you do love me."

"y/n..." he uttered, "if i have ever made you doubt i love you then i have failed as your boyfriend," he spoke and you could feel your whole body warm at his words. "you are everything to me even if you and megumi are in cahoots and pray on my downfall." he said and you shoved him. he winced lightly at the push and smiled as he pulled you close to him once more, eyes moving down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“that was really sweet of you.” you uttered, looking up at him.

“sweet enough for a kiss?”

“unless you make it snow, i’m not kissing you.”

“i think i deserve just one…” he teased as he leaned closer to you.

a hand suddenly grabbed yours, tsumiki's gloved one, and once again stealing that moment between you and satoru, "y/n! didn't you hear me?" she gasped as you saw the wet snow on her coat go from crystal into a wet drop.

"what happened? is megumi okay? are you okay?" you asked, hand brushing over her face as if to check for any injuries.

"it's snowing!" she exclaimed as she made her way back out.

you looked over at satoru baffled but you could just see him smile at you mischievously and you run out and to your surprise, the snow is pouring down from the sky and you now know that your christmas wish has been satisfied. looking up at the sky, you put your hand out as the snow falls into your hand and you chuckle even though you are freezing your ass off.

the children began throwing snowballs at each other and one hits you at the back of the head and you turn to see all three of them standing there staring at you. they all point at gojo before you decide to pick up some snow for yourself throwing it at him back, thankful his infinity was still down.

you truly appreciate satoru doing his best to make you happy because it was all you ever wanted. he got a snowball in the face before falling down on the floor, and all of you chuckled at him landing on his back as he began to sit up, snow covering his whole back side and all in his hair.

you knelt in the snow and began to make the snowman you've always wanted to during christmas with the help of the two and when you're done you notice him standing at the front porch just staring as tsumiki started doing snow angels and megumi's two wolf shikigami joining him in the snow. you don't know when he let them out but you just smiled as you approached satoru, "what are you doing here?"

"just admiring you," he complimented and you shake your head, "did i do okay?"

you stare at him in bewilderment before moving to press a kiss to his cheek, "you did well satoru. more than that if possible."

he smiled cheekily and you move your hand to drag him back into the snow, "come on..." you hummed as you tried to pull him away from the front porch but he refused to move and you stare at him with a tilt of the head, "what's wrong?"

"you said you would kiss me if i made it snow.” he recalled, hand on his chin as he tried to refresh your memory.

“how the hell did you manage to make it snow?” you snickered but he didn’t look like he was joking. you don’t know how he managed, he would never say but you shook your head, “sorry babe, i don’t think you can control the weather… it is quite unpredictable.” you shrugged, giving him a fake guilty look.

“it’s a christmas miracle!” he yelped with his smile that you know and have grown to adore so much and you follow his gaze to the mistletoe above your head, "you know the rules." he seethed trying to seem nonchalant.

"you're an idiot," you laughed before holding his face in your hands, tiptoeing a bit before pressing your lips to his. you pulled away and brushed his lips with your thumb a little, "i love you satoru, always."

he could only pull you back in for another kiss, smiling as he did so as the kids exclaimed in disgust and horror at the sight. "i love you y/n. here's to many more years with you." he whispered when he pulled away. it was a christmas you will never forget and one that tsumiki and megumi will also never forget, dramatically reminding you that they were traumatised from your little kiss.

tags! @stsgluver @sukxma (thank you for hosting the event)

i hope you love this lynne, i apologise it's not my best work and i'm sorry it took so long. i love you, i hope you're doing well

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So. Do you have any hcs for yandere gojo with a non-sorcerer darling? My own personal one would that he's much more protective. I'd also imagine they liked him for him instead of because he's the "strongest", and he found it incredibly endearing. They may or may not be a secret childhood friend or an English teacher at the school who only knows it's a "special" school or something.

ahh i have so many actually, i really live for the power dynamics and the sheer power difference between satoru x non-sorcerer reader

yandere gojo x non-sorcerer reader hcs:

warnings: mentions of abuse, yandere-behavior, mentions of blood, manipulation.

it really drives him mad, whenever you don’t understand what’s the issue. the issue is simply, satoru loving you whole heartedly snd wanting to be there for you!! only you don’t understand. 🤦🏻 what can he do to ensure that — not give you any space at all. sometimes you feel like his choking presence takes your breath away.

whenever you leave for work, he would be texting you things like, “lunch princess?” you haven’t even agreed to be his princess/someone he can call his significant other; that doesn’t stop satoru though. years and years of being worshipped has altered his brain chemistry into thinking that whatever he wants he gets.

he will force you into going on lunches with him everyday. he has too much money and would rather burn it away — as he says, instead, he’s taking you to lunches and dinners. once, you sternly denied that because you had to leave with a colleague of yours. you don’t need a reminder of how badly that ended. he explains how his technique, ao (blue) sucks things, so basically him using that on the guy contracted his veins to the point of rupture but hey!! he is so nice, the dude wouldn’t die. <3 so don’t do it again, yeah?

there are times when you’ve blocked his number because he can be too pesky, then he just visits your mum. video calls you from her phone and pouts like a manchild. he gets what he wants, just not by hurting you. though you often wonder how long till he loses his mind.

one of the days he did, when you snapped at him finally after he waited hours in front of your office because he wanted to eat ‘sushi’ with you. you told him to piss off & you’d rather die than belong to him. he says he is sorry- really sorry for what happened, for the bruises on your neck because of his chokingly nauseating grip that your feet were off the ground. he even cries, kneeling at your feet. “please baby- please don’t be scaref of me please i’d never do it again i- i don’t know what came over me.. i just- just wanted you to shut up! that’s all- because you were hurting me- i was- i just love you please..”

satoru does make false promises mostly, because you have noticed when you piss him off, there are consequences. it’s simple — if you don’t want to have lunch and dinner with him, you don’t get to eat at all. and if you really don’t love the extensive freedom you have? you get kidnapped. and owned, and caged.

you can throw things around, you can do whatever you want in the huge gojo estate, but you can kiss your job goodbye. it wouldn’t stand shit in front of the fortune he possesses anyways.

forced marriage later 👋 that way you can’t really escape from him ever. because he now is the official son in law of your parents, and oh so close to your family… he does love them, just like he loves you. just don’t test it, kay?

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lasirenatarot · 6 months

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“ LOOKS-MAXXING ” pick-a-card reading.💝

Your next glow up.

What can you do in order to have a big glow up?

Pick a pink 90s magazine cover:

—>Pile 1

Your next glow up will most likely be related to getting « in peace » with your s€xuality prior to glowing up both physically and mentally. What I mean by this is you will probably need to get rid of any self doubts about your looks, any shame around your $£xual side due to past traumas or for some the way you were raised, some may have been raised in a controlling or conservative family.

One of the ways you can make this glow up happen is if you really enjoy your life and what you do. Try to practice your hobbies more and work on bettering your natural talents, by doing that you may find your purpose in this world and this will lead to the biggest glow up ever.. for some it may lead them to their dream career.

Something which appears in the cards is that you may need to forgive your parents or parental figures for the way they treated you in order to reach peace within yourself and your physical body. Forgive yourself as well for not acting in the « right way » or not looking a certain way, this is the best you could do at that point of your life . It is all in the past.

As for a physical glow up: judging by the pictures shown on the cards that fell, maybe start focusing on a regular work out routine, focusing on legs, butt or whatever you feel like you need to improve. Updating your clothing style may benefit you a lot. Stop caring about what others would say and pick clothes which give you freedom of expression, be yourself shamelessly. Some of you who chose this pile may have some creative vision which they may have been scared to express - do it. Meditation may help with your « glow up » in some form as well. Try bolder makeup looks and outfit choices.

Moodboard/Vibes for pile 1:

The vibes I get from this pile is totally Julia Fox as a persona,not only style wise. She’s unapologetically herself, maybe for some she’s a bit weird. But the main point is, despite people’s opinions and perceptions of her, she has always followed her own rules and expressed herself. Before she got famous she was a dominatrix, did a photobook, an art exhibition aand starred in a famous movie in which her character was inspired by her real life . All this happened because she was authentic,lived her life the way she wanted and followed her heart, exactly what u should do as well,pile 1.

Songs which remind me of this pile’s vibe:

—>Pile 2

Pile 2, you’re going through or will go through a huge transformation.. luck will definitely be on your side and you may find out answers for things which you’ve always wanted to know about. ( it can be pretty much about anything. If we are talkibg about a physical glow up exclusively, you may learn some very good beauty hacks soon. It can be about makeup, diet, exercise, skin care, personal development etc.. this is a general reading so I cannot be exact but whatever your case is it will lead to a HUGE glow up. Two of the cards are talking about some « secret knowledge » so whatever it is it will be significant for you.

This pile is very different from the first one as the glow up that appears here is not just about one or two things in your life or looks, it’s about everything. The things you can do in order to glow up faster, pile2, is maybe start watching makeup tutorials and pay attention to new techniques or products you haven’t heared before, ask people for where they shop they may tell you some secret thrift store with really cool clothes which can uplift your style.. anything which can help you get this « secret knowledge » which appeared in the cards. Another thing I can say for this pile is: focus on manifestation, envision the changes in your looks or life as a whole you would like to have and act accordingly in your 3D universe in order to get to where you want to be. Positive affirmations and subliminals (as in subliminals I mean not the crazy unrealistic ones, but those about self concept, confidence and beauty in general) may also be helpful in your case.

Moodboard/Vibes for pile 2:

The vibes I get here are Fran from “The Nanny” and Maddy from “Euphoria”. Fashionable, bold, colourful. Radiating confidence. Crystals, glitter, sparkle, feathers, bold and colourful makeup, everything of that sort. Do not dim your own light to make someone else feel better about themselves if they are insecure.

Songs which remind me of this pile’s vibe:

—>Pile 3

Pile 3: I think you would definitely be bettering your financial situation sooner than you may have even expected, this may help you get a glow up. You would be able to afford nicer things, skincare, clothes, procedures etc.. If you’re not already on a path to improve your finances, then you would definitely be motivated to start working on this problem soon and be very committed on your mission of « glowing up » in every way possible. Physically, mentally, spiritually even. You will be finding yourself after a long period of feeling lost and unlike your true self.

You would become much more intuitive, confident and cut throat even, you won’t let energy vampires use you as they may have done in the past and this would lead to a more beautiful and healthy version of you, because you would not have to deal with others’ negativity anymore. When it comes to relationships you would not be satisfied with with mediocrity, you will be finally standing your ground and being true to your standards and what you deserve. You will be getting your justice if you’ve been mistreated in the past.

This pile has huuuge « femme fatale » « dark feminine » vibe. This may be the energy you will be channeling after you have your glow up. Doing classic makeup like red lipstick+ black eyeliner, black smokey eyes and nude lips combo might help you channel this energy that i am seeing here better. Wearing colours like: red, black, gold and nude might help you elevate your look. Also wearing jewelry, lace and high heels. Don’t be scared to embrace your « dark side » which you may have ignored in the past in order to fit in with the crowd.

May sound trivial, but follow your intuition and do what makes you happy, it will make you glow in ways which you have not expected..

Moodboard/Vibes for pile 3:

The vibes I’m getting here are as I said in previous paragraphes: femme fatale, dark feminine energy,monica bellucci core type of look/aesthetics..

Songs which remind me of this pile’s vibe:

That was all from today’s PAC. It was a bit different from previous ones and I myself did not expect it to turn out the way it did, but sometimes completely different information pops up in readings because someone needs to hear a certain thing.. Hope you enjoyed it!!

Leave a comment/feedback if it resonated, share and follow for more.

Thank you for reading!

- La Sirena💋

Decks used: ‘$£xual magic’ oracle deck by Lo Scarabeo; ‘Manara’ €rotic tarot deck by Milo Manara/ Lo Scarabeo;

Photos are from pinterest; all credits to their respective owners.

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moonastrogirl · 6 months

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💘 Some important tips for each Nakshatra : Never to Do Tips 💘

DISCLAIMER The author name is at the end. I do not remember where I found it unfortunately (it was in my notes app for months fr 😭) tho I know I am supposed to share my knowledge as much as I can and not be a gatekeeper so here it is . I hope it will help you (if you know the author let me know too with the name down below) 💜

Ashwini : Never loose an opportunity to help people in your life, you will meet and learn some very important techniques from a reputed and respected person.

Bharani : Do not share your secrets with anyone. Self control is must.

Krittika : Stand by Truth. Do not entertain, liars, fakers or cheaters or not even try to possess those traits.

Rohini : Don't get too much attached with anything, attachment will cause havoc.

Mrigashira : Do not get disconnected with your parents or family.

Ardra : Learn to work under distractions and pressure. Stay calm in chaos.

Punarvasu : Never disobey Dharma (purpose), always stick to your commitments, you get divine support of universe.

Pushya : Do not ignore your family or your dear one needs while handling bigger responsibilities or social cause. Take out time for them.

Ashlesha : Never misuse your power & Never Curse anyone.

Magha : Never ignore your Pitris (your ancestors). Always do charity in their names.

Purva Phalguni : Avoid getting too much indulgent in pleasures, do your duty faithfully.

Uttara Phalguni : Never break your relationship & Be Kartavya Prayan (loyal).

Hasta : Never get carried away with failure, that's ladder of success for you.

Chitra : Never doubt your potential & don't act impulsive, else you will end up hurting with self.

Swati : Do not poke powerful authorities. Try to stay away from leg pulling.

Vishaka : Never leave the Marg of Bhakti (total faith and devotion) & Keep remembering Bhagwan (the Most High/God).

Anuradha: Never get distracted with too much darkness, sooner or later it's worth experiencing.

Jyeshta : Never misuse your authorities & power, one single mistake can ruin everything.

Mula : Don't get panic, when burdened with lots of negativity, that's the process of bringing clarity, like storm before calm.

Purva Ashadha : Not every war is to win, some are supposed to lift you up. In both victory or defeat you gonna be the same.

Uttara Ashadha : Following Dharma (career/purpose) is right but having a superiority complex can harm you in longer run.

Shravana : Tied up with lots of responsibilities & helplessness, we are born to live or die for a divine purpose, just give your best.

Dhanishta : Never boast or avoid beating the drum of success before its completion.

Shatabhisha : Never sell your soul for gains and profit. Things will turn negative for you.

Purva Bhadrapada : Never rush into conclusion cause what looks on the surface might not be real, try to see deep within. There lies solution.

Uttara Bhadrapada : Simplicity beautifies you, wear it and own it.

Revati : You are the Messenger of God & Bhakt (faith/worship/love). Showing path to directionless people is your real gem. Never sell superstition or blind faiths.

Author :

Mann ki Baat Trishna

Note from the author : Above points are just an observation with my best of understanding.

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writers-potion · 2 months

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Writing Toxic Parents

They are Manipulative.

Guilt and shame are their two most beloved tools here.

Because they are emotionally precarious, they know exactly how to put someone on the hook.

They hold time, money, friendships or other items as pawns and batter the child's self-esteem to submission.

They may try to gain control by being overly critical of the child's decisions, even as an adult.

They are Abusive.

Abuse doesn't have to be hitting, yelling, threats or something totally obvious.

More subtle forms of abuse like name-calling, shifting blame, silent treatment or gaslighting are equally damaging.

Many parenting strategies like grounding, restricting TV time, or having curfew can turn into abuse if applied excessively and forcefully; often with the intention of making the parent satisfied that they've "taught" the child something.

They Have No Boundaries.

This can manifest in various forms. It may be the parents pushing their child into a specific way of life for self-satisfaction.

It can be the parents projecting their inner insecurities onto their child, like how almond moms underfeed their children "for their own good".

The child in this case may tire from their intrusive tactics (which often continues into early adulthood) and simply give in out of frustration or exhaustion.

Here's a list of questions to determine whether your protagonist has a toxic parent(s):

Are they told they're constantly bad?

Are they forced to care for their parents at a young age?

Are they scared to show their anger or frustration to parents?

Do they keep secrets from their friends about what happens at home?

Do they just feel they will never live up to their parent's expectations?

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Reference: <Write Great Fiction: Plot and Structure (techniques and exercises for craftin a plot that grips readers from start to finish)> by James Scott Bell

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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First Sight

Paring: Gojo x f.reader (op) arranged marriage

Warnings: nsfw, death, toxic family, perverted virgin Gojo

Words:10k

Summary: Your fiancé never wanted to be alone. He fell in love with you at first sight. you loved him. You were the strongest. And everything is always thrown on the shoulders of the strongest.

When blue eyes met (e/c) eyes, he felt his heart beat louder.

It's not about what he just saw.

Maybe a little...

You were beautiful. Your kimono fit your body very well. colors. He liked it.

The first meeting, the first seeing of another person is always a look at appearance.

However, he too was staring at the cursed energy.

Yours was so mysterious. There was so much. Less than his, but much more than his disciples.

But your energy was soft as water. At the same time tough.

The water may be soft. But also tough. The water cuts through the rocks, destroys them.

That's why he certainly couldn't say that you're a woman who has nothing but softness in her life.

He wasn't happy when his parents, grandparents and uncles told him that he was going to meet his fiancée today.

He's never even known a woman like (y/n) (l/n).

He hasn't heard much about the family (l/n).

Your family doesn't even reveal what your innate technique is.

But apparently you were born with it.

With developed technique. Not like your Father, who imbues the water with cursed energy and can send a wave at his opponent.

No wonder the streams of water in your estate are surrounded by cursed energy...

What you were born with is far more powerful than making a wave for a surfer.

That's why it's a secret.

Because supposedly no one can so your technique.

Or rather, no one can get close to you while you're using this.

Because every time someone has had it in the past, bystanders have died, accidentally.

People consider this technique to be monster power.

Because no sorcerer could do that. Not that way.

Your technique rips people's flesh apart to give you weapons.

Or your technique allows you to make a man into a puppet on strings.

As a sorcerer, you're supposed to protect people, not use them as weapons.

You are absolutely forbidden to use an upgrade of this technique.

You are only allowed to use water manipulation.

Avoiding something that is lethal to people.

You've been banned from all the elders. From all the superiors of the Jujutsu world.

You can't use your strongest weapon.

Because it's too dangerous for people around you.

Therefore, no one can know about your secret technique enhancement.

They were something your family had been fighting for centuries.

Even if you were often mistaken for the Kamo family.

But now that has changed.

Now you are a family whose technique is forbidden and secret.

You can only use it in emergencies when you know death is certain. Your death.

Then you get permission to use a secret technique, even at the cost of other people's lives.

For them it is only death.

It doesn't have to be that way.

You can only take a little strength from people.

Besides, the only place you'd be powerless to the desert.

There's no water there.

But you never go on missions in dry lands.

Because the elders know your weaknesses.

That's why you never became stronger than Gojo Satoru. And you never will.

Because using techniques, your energy drains very quickly. Because in order to lift water, you must surround each drop of water with cursed energy. Every atom. All H2O molecules that are in a given tank.

And that drains your energy very quickly. Because the more water you want to use, the more energy you lose.

However, once you can control a given number of gallons of water, you can use it without wasting your energy until the entire envelope of your energy on the water is broken.

That's why you always have a bottle of water with you that is already covered with energy. To use this in case of emergency.

You were classified as special grade last year. However, you are in last place when it comes to strength ranking.

This is because, according to sorcerers, you should be able to control hectoliters of water without any problems, and also not waste energy.

However, those were the limitations of your technique.

But using water from the life of other creatures or plants, you get the ability to absorb their energy.

But taking water away from plants and animals is death for them.

That's why you can't do it.

If only curses had a body, it would be so much easier for you.

That's why you know your secret technique would be more effective against a curse user.

However, you've never met anyone like that.

And from birth, when all the water from the flower was seen flowing to you, you were forbidden to use it because the family had trouble with it.

This part of the technique was to be eliminated.

It was secret and forbidden.

And also your parents wanted you to father a son with a very strong man who would be able to exorcise this "monster power" from your family. Because such a fight was considered shameful. Even if it was so powerful.

They wanted your son to have your technique as well as his father's technique.

They clearly tell you that you are to have a son.

Frankly, you don't care about ruling your clan since you'd never have a vote anyway. As a woman...

You'd rather marry someone who won't take orders as much and also has emotions and feelings of her own. And then merge your clans.

Your husband will be the head of the clan, but maybe he will listen to you too?

You hoped so.

Because you didn't know when, but you already had a fiancé for a month, whose name you won't know until a month before the wedding!

You didn't want to be like this!

Once again, your parents with the elders chose something that suits them, not you!

The first time you saw a tall figure in a yukata walk into your house's meeting room, you thought you were being told to marry an old man...

White hair? Only later did you see that some of them had fair hair that could be mistaken for the gray hair of an old man.

Especially since there was only one old man among them. The elder of their family.

The white-haired one you saw was really young. At least that's what he looked like.

Like someone young.

You were afraid they'd give you an old man or a kid.

You didn't know many sorcerers because your parents took away your childhood. That's why you haven't had any contact with people your age.

But when you heard the name Gojo, something in you lit up.

It's right that your parents wanted the best sorcerer for you as a husband.

To get rid of the taint of this technique that has been reborn in you.

Better you give birth to all your children with their father's technique than with your damn shit.

That day you were supposed to find out that your husband is Gojo Satoru. Your fiancé and husband in a month.

You are to be an incubator for him. That was your role.

You are to be the person who will rid your family of this curse, passed down as a forbidden Jujutsu technique.

With all your skills, you were as strong as he was.

Without it, or rather forgetting to have the ability to take life's weapons for you, you were weaker.

You didn't want to follow the rules they gave you.

you don't want it.

Nobody would like to be forced to do that.

You don't like your secret technique because you hurt your mother when you were little.

It is very powerful but also dangerous.

You don't want it, but you got it. So you don't want to lose it.

Because you know that at some point in your life you will need this secret, cruel power that your ancestors gave you.

"This is (y/n) (l/n). Satoru, she will be your wife."

"I didn't know I'd ever proposed to anyone..." he said ignorantly as he sat on a cushion in front of a low table. In front of you.

He seemed very unhappy.

Just like you.

Nobody wants to get married out of necessity.

However, your husband is quite handsome... or rather your fiancé...

You hope he won't be the complete boor like your ex was...

You looked at him, suddenly connecting your eyes with each other.

It was the first sight.

You saw his eyes sparkle like a child seeing a magic trick.

Behind his black sunglasses were shining blue eyes that didn't want you to break your first eye contact.

You know what this man is capable of. A sorcerer who single-handedly could destroy the world...

Someone without whom the world may fall.

That's why they want to keep him on their side at all costs.

Even though he doesn't listen to anyone anyway and has his own morals.

But you felt like he was looking at you like a child. A man with an inner child. Full of hurt and pain.

His childhood was probably as terrible as yours. Or even worse.

"Your wedding is in a month's time." Your smile said with a small smile. "You have this month to get to know each other. Gojo-san insisted."

"I don't want my son to marry someone unfaithful and insufficient. If you ever hear of any betrayal, please let me know. My son will not get anything lower quality."

"Nobody wants to hear your complaints. Old man..." groaned the younger Gojo.

"Satoru –."

"I hate being controlled. And what you're doing pisses me off so much..."

His clan feared him.

He could do anything. All. The strongest sorcerer alive.

An anomaly that cannot be killed...

He was very much against this marriage.

However, his family is very good at playing on his psyche and feelings.

He didn't want to be lonely anymore, and that's what his family told him.

Because of him, all will stray from their paths and die alone. And it will all be his fault.

They were perfectly able to choose the words to hit his aching heart.

Reminding him only of the suffering he caused someone. And then his death...

The person he loved inside was left alone...

Because of his family, he felt as if his psyche was returning to the moment when it all happened.

Everything hurt so much, it was as if the painful lava in his psyche had never hardened. Only as if it was still overflowing, burning him from the inside out.

So did your family who used your skills to get ahead. But they also kept you from managing them.

Because as a woman you have no right.

They insulted you. They humiliated you. They said that your mother's illness was your fault... that it was because of you, because you hurt her years ago. It was accidental.

Besides, it wasn't your fault she got cancer...

She's in treatment.... So most likely everything will be fine. But that doesn't stop others in your family from insulting you and saying it's all your fault.

Suddenly he got up. You didn't know what he was doing, but you continued to stare at him as well as he kept making eye contact with you.

"I don't expect your permission. And I won't wait for it because it's my life."

Suddenly, he offered you his hand, standing next to you as you knelt on your pillow.

Despite the coldness of his words, you felt the warmth of his eyes.

When he still wanted so much to leave the impressions of the first eye contact.

Could you really have a different life?

Without your family controlling you?

Not that they want so much to bring you down to being soldiers who fight against curses, but only listen to them.

You grabbed his outstretched hand, and then he pulled you up.

Still holding your hand, he started walking towards the exit.

Since you have no choice anyway, you can at least not listen to how much they want to use you.

"Why did we leave here?" you asked suddenly. "Sir -."

"Satoru." He said smiling kindly at you.

"Satoru-san. My name is (y/n) (l/n). We–"

"It bothers you too, doesn't it?"

"Hmm?"

"That they're using us." He said sitting on a fairly high wall that stood in the garden.

"Satoru-san, why did we come out here so suddenly?"

"Would you rather sit there?" He asked, resting his hands on the stones of the wall. "Oh. Sorry."

He suddenly jumped and walked over to you.

Putting his hands on your waist, he suddenly lifted you up with a short sound like a humming.

He sat you down on the wall, making sure you didn't fall.

Only then did he jump in, sitting down next to you.

"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"

"A date?"

"You've never been?"

"I was... But–."

"You hate me because I'm going to be your forced husband, right?"

"I do not hate you. I don't know you... Satoru-san..."

Suddenly he took your hands in both of his.

"Then let's get to know each other."

You saw the same sparkle in his eyes that you had seen since the beginning of this meeting.

Those were the eyes of a man who had fallen in love.

The eyes of a man who is happy.

....

"Oh fuck..." he muttered, covering his mouth with his hand.

He saw his ears and cheeks turn slightly red.

His rectangular glasses on his nose matched nicely with the classic suit he was wearing. White shirt, dark blue jacket and trousers. Black shoes.

In his hand was a bouquet of flowers.

It looked like he couldn't decide what he should choose because the bouquet was big and had a lot of different colors and flowers.

But it was really well composed.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he stood there and looked at you intently.

You clenched your hands gently on your red dress.

He thought he was going to faint when he saw you.

You looked so beautiful.

Your dress was chosen by your mother.

Juicy red color.

To make you look attractive to your fiancé.

Because maybe if he doesn't want you, maybe he'll at least like your body, they thought.

They didn't know that already he was deeply in love with you, and nothing could keep him away from you.

He already fell in love with you even more during your first conversation.

However, he didn't want your relationship to blossom very quickly.

What if he gets attached to you and you leave because of him? What if he ruins everything again?

What if he makes you lonely?

What if all your hurts are his fault and he loses the person he loved again?

You were supposed to be his first girlfriend.

Because he couldn't trust anyone. That's why he needed a very long time to see if anyone was able to give him time.

Nobody could give it to him.

He needed time to accept who he had become. You need time for someone to accept him.

It may be strange, but he had no one close to him.

He didn't want anyone to play with his feelings.

He didn't want his family to hit him with threats that they would do something to his loved one.

He wanted to be alone.

He didn't want anyone to hurt him or his loved one.

But his virgin mind just couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you looked in that dress.

Who would have thought that a virgin like him, who learned to cum very late using toys, would look at a woman who would be with him for the rest of his life. You will be his wife.

You will always be with him...

And he won't leave you as long as you accept him...

He doesn't want you to be lonely because of him...

He doesn't want you hurt.

Not now that he's in love with you!

You've been dating for so long.

He was getting more and more open, but it still wasn't what it could have been.

Every time he got closer, someone was dying. Someone was leaving him.

His best friend.

His mother...

She left him with his father, who does everything to ensure the well-being of the clan. Not to leave him in power, so that he can't do something that won't please his superiors.

A father knows his son's weaknesses...

He takes advantage of his weaknesses.

Satoru hates being alone. He hates being the strongest alone... Because the partner they were the strongest with was taken away from him.

And his father, despite being afraid of his own son, used his pain and wounded heart to control him.

So that he can't rule the clan like he should.

It kept traumatizing him. Cause it will never go away.

He didn't want anyone by his side if it meant he would never lose someone he loved again...

He's a little more serious on dates. He doesn't laugh the way you saw him at the school where he teaches.

You felt bad that he probably didn't trust you enough to show you his true side.

He is careful.

And how many times have you heard about how carefree and playful he is.

That he doesn't listen to anyone. That he can turn anything into a joke.

That he doesn't take anything seriously because there's nothing he can't do.

But there was one thing only love could fix.

He was lonely. And he was afraid of loneliness. He didn't want to be lonely.

And he was afraid of the loss that might be his fault.

This is why...

That's why he didn't show this page to anyone.

The hurt side that will never come out of him.

The side of his soul that always hurts.

The side of the soul and heart that will never grow up and will still remain that hurt teenager who experienced as much pain as few adult people.

Nobody knew what he felt. Nobody could understand.

And because he was the strongest, everyone could blame everything on him. Because he should have taken better care of the people who were supposed to stay with him.

The real one is very childish, sometimes scary. Everyone knows his true side. Everyone who has known him for years.

His students know his laid-back, grown-up side.

His friends from school know him from both sides. A free adult, as well as a wounded teenager on whose shoulders the responsibility for the whole world was pushed.

You haven't met any of these sites...

Not completely.

Your wedding is next week...

You hoped you at least wouldn't be so formal to each other.

But what if that's what he wants?

Maybe he just wants you to be a married couple on paper?

Maybe that's what he means...

Maybe there's never going to be anything like a real wife and husband between you two?

However, you at least wanted to try to make him show you what he wants...

You grabbed his cheeks as you sat at his house sipping your favorite drinks while watching a random movie.

Everything was so official.

You prefer that he tell you what kind of marriage he wants from you.

You go on missions together, you help him out so you can spend time together when you get back.

You've been wanting to meet him all month.

But he wouldn't let you go any deeper into his feelings.

He still looks at you with those eyes full of love.

But he doesn't tell you that it is.

You fell in love with him... Yes...

But you don't want to think that you're in love with him and he doesn't want your love marriage.

Maybe he just wants to do your duty, impregnate you, and just raise your children?

You are able to accept it.

Or at least you were able to when you first met...

Now, you can't think that's all he wants.

You don't want him to leave you like this.

Is this the second time someone has betrayed your feelings?

You wanted his arms to hug you and hold you for the rest of your life.

You wanted to help him be the strongest. You will take all these negative emotions from him, and give him everything he can replace so as not to be sad and tired.

You want him to pour out his negative emotions on you, and you will trade it for love. Making negative emotions completely disappear from his life...

But you can't give it to him if he doesn't want it...

Your energy with him is like a calm stream of water. So soft.

You are able to support him.

But you don't know if he wants support.

You're still hoping because his eyes are still on you like that first shight.

"Satoru..." You groaned as you sat down very close to him, your hands on his cheeks. "We'll be married next month..."

"I know." He said looking at you carefully.

"...What do you want our marriage to look like?" you asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You want me to just bear you children? Want me to be your sex partner? You want me to be your housewife? You want us to live our lives as we always do, knowing each other, and just be officially married? Do you want us to be married but live as before?"

He looked at you with questioning eyes.

He never seemed to be interested in your relationship.

As if he didn't show love.

That's why you never asked if he wanted a real marriage.

Because since he only cared about your feelings and didn't show or talk about his at all, he doesn't care about love...

At least you thought so.

He has pleased you for as long as you can remember. But you want him to make that decision now.

Before, he always did everything to make you fall in love with him, which is why he pleased you at all costs. When you truly love him, you will never leave him alone.

You said his name so sweet...

"Do you want us to be separated of our own free will? Would you like to live without me? As a married couple only on papers? Would you like to be alone?"

When you said that, he looked at you with wide eyes.

Oh, no no! He didn't want to be alone! He never wanted to!

That he had to be alone was not his choice! He put his hands on yours as his eyes looked at you sadly.

"I don't wanna be alone... I don't wanna be without you... I don't wanna be like this...

"Satoru...?"

You saw small tears in his eyes as he smiled.

He was annoying at times, but he was never selfish as they called him.

Because according to people who want to destroy him from the inside out, it's his selfishness that makes everyone suffer...

But he didn't want to be selfish for you...

He did everything to make you happy

So for once, let him be selfish... and do what he wants.

"(y/n)... I don't want you to leave me alone... I want you to be my wife... A true relationship... Because I love you... I don't want you to run away from me..." he said more quietly.

On his lips still a smile that said only that he can connect his sides. The side of the real him and the side of the wounded.

He smiled with furrowed brows, and looked at your face.

He couldn't read anything from your face...

He might have scared you, which can only mean he'll be alone again...

"I know arranged marriage sucks. I know it's impossible to love someone in such a short time. And I understand that I'm not someone who has been able to win your heart."

"Shut up you idiot!"

His eyes looked very surprised at those words.

You couldn't say he was hurt very much, but there was definitely something about those words that hurt him.

"Don't talk so much..."

You groaned suddenly, and pulled his neck down, causing him to bend over. So that you can put your lips on his, joining you in your first kiss.

And his eyes sparkled like they did when he first saw you.

He fell in love with the first sight.

The ceremony wasn't what you wanted it to be...

It was boring and serious.

Not like the weddings of people who have normal lives.

Plus, a tradition your grandmother wants to carry on.

You must be a virgin so your husband can take your virginity.

Who would have expected that of the two of you, you would take his virginity?

"Wait... You've never been with a woman?"

"I dated sometimes, but never had a girlfriend." He said straight away, as if he wasn't ashamed.

He was shameless because from the week you know about his feelings and he knows about yours everything has changed.

You know he hasn't shown his true self to you before.

Now you know him more.

As other people call it.

Arrogant, doesn't take much seriously.

Shameless...

He walked around you in his underwear and didn't care.

He came into the bathroom when you wanted to take a bath.

And all this happened one week before an important wedding.

Now you are married.

For several hours.

You didn't expect this.

"We're supposed to have sex now, right? Because your grandmother won't let you rest." He said taking off his shirt with a smile.

"W-We don't have to if you don't want to." You said blushing. Especially seeing his muscular torso.

"Someone said I don't want to? The only question is do you want to... After that, we're supposed to show your grandmother a sheet that has a blood stain on it? Isn't that too old-fashioned?"

"There is... But Satoru...

"Do not worry about me. I learned a lot. Besides, I won't cum right after I get inside your pussy like you probably think." He crossed his arms over his chest..

"It's not that... I'm just not... a Virgin..." You said softly.

Will he react like his father?

Doubt his father would approve...

"And?"

"You're not mad?" you asked.

"Why would I?"

"I had an ex who would kill me if I wasn't a virgin. And he took my virginity. And he also left me because he got bored of me."

"Whenever he shows up and tries to do something to you, I'll kill him." He winked at you. "If he's a total asshole."

"He is. He started texting me when he found out I was getting married."

"Can I kill the bastard?" he asked with a smile hiding his murderous intent.

"He got suspended as a sorcerer anyway, and almost became a curse user because he got pissed off by the thighs he was supposed to save. Only he didn't give a shit about a mission, left a curse, and beat one guy to death."

He remembered something about the words "curse user"

However, it showed what an asshole your ex was. Because even Suguru didn't kill back people because he was annoyed by their behavior.

Suguru killed them all because he was acting to do something about how sorcerers are treated.

"Let's get off the subject of your ex. I don't think any guy wants to hear about his woman's ex."

"Fine."

"We were talking about sex... Shall I undress you or will you undress yourself?" He smiled.

"How can you say such a thing even as a virgin?! Satoru!"

"You yourself said I'm shameless~."

"But! You should be blushing, not me..."

"I've been watching too much porn to be ashamed of, baby. Besides, I'm not a virgin without experience, so I can't cum right after you touch me. You're going to have to put in some effort because I have a late ejaculation~."

You covered your face with your hand.

This is supposed to be a virgin guy who's never had a woman in bed before?

"I have toys in a cardboard box if you're wondering how life has been over the years. If I hadn't come, my balls would have exploded!"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear about your toys!"

Suddenly he appeared in front of you.

"So instead of a toy, let me fuck your sweet pussy. I know you're so much better than some silicone." He said into your ear.

His dirty words sent sparks to your core.

He doesn't act like a virgin...

But he sure is.

Especially when he took off his pants and threw it still on the floor.

A clean, pale cock hung between his thighs.

Closely trimmed, short pubic hair above its base.

"Join whenever you want~. If you don't want me to undress you~. only you know... If you want to save your clothes, tell me because I'm horny for a real pussy I can go in~." He licked his lips, giving you a cocky smirk.

I reached into your shirt involuntarily, and stared at his tall, muscular and sexy body.

"Besides, I have to take my wife's virginity~."

"I am not a virgin."

"My dick is probably bigger than your ex's."

You looked at his crotch out of curiosity.

In fact... It was hard for you to admit it, but Satoru's penis was a little bigger than your ex's. And Satoru wasn't even hard yet!

"You won't do anything to make blood appear." You pointed your finger at him and then looked at the water bottle in the corner of the room.

He knew your technique was water manipulation. And he also knew a thing or two about you having a secret, forbidden technique.

He was curious what it was...

But first he really wanted to get inside your warm pussy. To feel you stretching around him. Feel the heat he never felt.

Hear you moan under it.

He was sick of hearing the moaning sounds from adult movies...

The longer he knew you, the more he wondered what your voice would sound like when you moaned his name while he fucked you.

"Somehow we'll make sure there's a bloodstain~."

You looked at him scared.

"What do you mean?"

"You have such sweet, soft thighs, don't you? I want to squeeze and bite them~."

"My grandmother will kill me... Wouldn't it be better if I cut my arm? A few drops on the sheet and you're done."

"They won't smell blood on the sheets. It's disgusting... I won't let you play with the knife."

"Then what -."

"I want to mark you."

You saw his eyes darken with lust.

You couldn't help but look down as his cock hardened, slowly coming to attention, pulling away from his body.

"But you're curious if my dick is bigger, right?"

He suddenly placed his hands on your face, pulling you into a kiss.

His cock rubbing against your clothes as you stood in front of him fully clothed.

"You'll find out when you let me touch that pussy~."

He suddenly sat up on the bed, looking at you with a slight blush on his cheeks, but still smiling.

You grabbed your clothes, taking off your shirt.

And you saw his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

You turned your back on him, showing yourself unhooking your bra, and suddenly dropped your top underwear to the floor.

You immediately saw your nipples harden.

And then, wanting to tease him, you grabbed your pants and, bending down, pulled it down along with your panties.

Showing him a perfect view of your ass.

His cock twitched.

He was hard so fast.

The atmosphere of sex worked on him.

He wanted you to come over now and sit on his cock.

But he also wanted some foreplay.

He smiled, and with a pink face, he got up and quickly walked over to you while you were still flexing.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your buttock, slapping the other one lightly.

Causing you to let out a soft moan.

The cute voice that made him so very hard...

"Satoru..." you moaned placing your hand on his forearm as he wrapped his arms around your hips.

He suddenly lifted you by your hips, causing your back to arch as he held your hips up.

You were practically hanging in his arms.

And he suddenly put his mouth on your thighs. Before he dived between them, meeting your pussy with his lips.

Your ass still visible to him when his mouth was between your thighs.

And he held your thighs so that you were with his face as he stood.

His muscles flexed hard to hold your weight in that position.

So that you don't fall, and also that you constantly give him the pleasure of putting his tongue between your folds.

It was better than he thought.

As your torso hung down as he held only your thighs and hips, you saw his cock stand upright, its tip furiously red and its veins throbbing.

That big cock was begging to be licked on that hot, hard shaft.

And suddenly he walked over to the bed with you, gently placing you on your stomach.

He leaned down and kissed your lower back before slapping your ass.

"So soft" he thought, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of your buttock.

You suddenly turned around and held his hair and kissed him.

"Toru..."

Smiling, he lowered himself, shoving his face between your thighs.

Where he abused your clitoris and entrance.

Still thinking it's so much better than a fake pussy.

So soft and warm. This taste...

The trembling reactions of your body.

Even if he had no experience, his chaotic movements were so good... It wasn't coordinated in your body. But even the way he did everything with ignorance was so enjoyable.

As you drifted away, letting him please you, you suddenly felt a sharp stab in your thigh.

You stood up quickly, and saw his teeth sinking hard into your soft flesh.

You grimaced, purring as his tongue reappeared inside your walls, slithering over your sensitive spots.

A tiny trickle of blood dripped onto the white sheet.

"We're done with your virginity." He laughed as he lifted your thigh and showed strong teeth marks, which made blood where the fangs had been.

As the drops splashed onto the sheet, he licked it off, cleaning your thigh.

And then he started biting your skin again with a smile.

You giggled as you felt his lips pressing against your skin.

And without warning, he put his fingers inside you.

Pulling you quite deep.

You knew his fingers were longer than yours and also quite thick.

But that was good about you.

He stretched you with two fingers the way you stretched with three.

You jerked your hips wanting more. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

So, lifting your hips, you moved so that his fingers were pulled from your walls.

His face flushed as he wrapped his juice-covered fingers around his shaft, stroking himself.

You turned to him, sticking your ass out for him. Pushing your hips into his.

Causing its length to rub against your thighs.

His hands played with your buttocks.

He loved your ass and thighs so much?

He leaned down and pulled your head to the side.

He kissed you as he guided his tip into your hole.

Inserting the tip into you gently, then began to push deeper and deeper.

Until finally his hips meet yours. he was panting. His hips twitched with pleasure. Your scorching walls greedily sucked him in.

That's why he was pushing his hips into yours to feel more of that feeling.

His balls moved to your clitoris, sliding over the slippery bump.

"I don't want to stop.... More.... Longer..." he moaned as he started to bang his hips against yours. ...

"Wait a minute... I want more... Give me a minute... I'm going to be hard... I'll just calm down..." he said choking as his soft cock lay against your stomach, the last drops of cum oozing out of the tip.

He really liked it.

Also, he was no ordinary virgin...

He came later than you...

But he wanted even more.

As he sat on the bed, calming his breathing, you sat next to him, resting your head smiling against his chest.

"Do you know about my family's forbidden secret technique?" You asked suddenly.

"Why are you asking now? I want to have sex with you and you're talking about technique?" he laughed, kissing your head.

"Because I'm going to show you something that can perfectly show what this secret technique is all about."

"Wait... you got it?"

"Yeah..."

"What is this? You're so strong... It's because of that?"

"I can't use it because it kills. But I can show you something innocently."

Your hand moved to his crotch, and you placed your fingertips on the vein protruding from his lower abdomen.

You placed your fingers on its base.

And suddenly you used a technique.

To innocently show him what your technique is all about.

"The human body is made up mostly of water... Ordinary water, blood, any fluid in the body. My family's ancestors learned to control the water coming from the human body. To direct the blood which is liquid tissue. That's why they were mistaken for Kamo. However, my family controls the water. So over the blood. Out of body. in the body. Belonging to me or someone else. Stop circulation, burst the body from the inside out. Withdrawal of fluids from the body causing death. A secret technique no one can know about."

He suddenly felt his blood flow change, and looked to see that your fingers were now resting on his completely hard erection.

"Your secret technique is to make guys get erections?" he laughed. "I thought you just got naked in front of me and I was horny."

"I'm serious..."

"Hey, I know." he said and suddenly kissed the side of your head.

"You didn't have to show it to me... But it... It was really innocent to show it to me... Almost..."

"I wanted to show you so you don't get scared when you see it... After all... Someday something may happen that will force me to use this..."

"Don't worry. I am the strongest. I've seen worse things. And you are my wife. You are wonderful in every way. And I don't want anything to ever happen to you." ...

"We go on missions together, we live in the same house. We live together. That means we're a couple, right? Why are you asking if we're a couple? I'm your wife." You said, laughing softly.

He really liked to hear you say you love him.

But it was a little different...

He sounded so sad.

He asked you to tell him that you are with him.

That you're not going to leave. That you love him.

That you are together.

"I love you. I'll be home soon. I'm on my way back." You said with a small smile.

"I'm home now. I'll wait for you..." he said calmly.

You heard his voice soft.

"See you." you said with a small smile.

Anyway, you think your husband needs home warmth today. And you give it to him.

Maybe you will spend a nice evening?

You want to give him something nice. He always works so hard after all.

And now he still seemed very depressed.

You asked Nitta to drive you home faster.

She of course agreed.

Grabbing the doorknob of your house, you entered, taking off your shoes and top.

It was always warm in the house, so you didn't even need a hoodie.

"Satoru! I'm back!" you screamed.

Most of the time, when you came home later than he did, he would attack you and keep hugging you.

Without end. He was laughing and smiling as he wouldn't let go, teasing you.

But now he was gone.

Maybe he fell asleep?

Was he so tired?

You went to your bedroom to see that the bed was simple. There's no one on the mattress. Nobody sleeps there.

You walked down the stairs looking into the living room. Also no one.

Then the kitchen. Satoru wasn't looting the fridge for a cake.

He wasn't in the bathroom either.

He was nowhere to be seen.

In any room you have at home.

He couldn't be outside because it was so late.

Until sometimes you regret that you have to go on such missions that make you come back so late at night.

You really don't want to go there and leave Satoru at home alone.

You didn't even get the chance to have a proper honeymoon...

Would you like to give him something like this someday...

After all, since you're together, you don't spend that much time on missions.

You have more time for yourself. You work together, so your moments are a bit more.

But Satoru deserves a marriage where he has more time.

More love.

He doesn't have long moments during which he can rest.

It just isn't there.

Such is the fate of being the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer.

However, you did everything so that you could carry this burden together.

You called him. But his phone was ringing in the bedroom.

The device was on the nightstand.

Which means he's at home because he'd never leave without his phone because a lot of people call him.

"Satoru?"

You called again, hoping maybe he was here.

You start to worry about him more and more.

Until suddenly I heard a knocking in the attic. You went there quickly, opening the door to see a room lit only by the moon.

And by the window, white hair that was very visible in the moonlight.

"Satoru?"

Before you could approach him, you saw his shoulders tremble slightly. The object that hit you when you heard it was an old telephone (?).

The display was on.

Do you remember having a similar one when you were a teenager?

Is this his old phone?

Did he still keep it here?

This room has a lot of stuff lying around here.

The attic was like a storage room for you. But it could also be used as an extra bedroom. That's why there was a futon next to the window that you sometimes used to spend time here.

You watched a movie in the dark, you slept here, you had sex.

But you've never seen Satoru here alone before...

Also, something's not right here...

You walked over to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Satoru, are you okay?"

You saw and felt his shoulders jump harder.

Like he has the hiccups.

"Toru..."

You knelt next to him.

His hands were clenched in the fabric of the futon as he knelt with his back to you.

And when you were kneeling next to him, you only saw how the tears on his cheeks glistened from the light that fell on him through the window.

"What happened?" he asked quickly, and placed his hands on his cheeks. He closed his eyes.

"Satoru... What happened?"

His eyes were closed as tears flowed.

His jaw clenched. Brows furrowed.

"Satoru?"

"Will you leave me too?" he murmured very quietly. "It's all my fault, isn't it?"

"Satoru... Calm down..." you said pressing his head into your chest. "I'm here... I'm not going anywhere..."

He wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you.

"What happened?" You asked after a while.

"...Everyone shows me that everyone who is important to me is leaving because of me... They love to torment me so much... They tell me it's all my fault... and that the people who are with me will leave anyway because I'm the strongest and I must be alone... Because I will destroy everything anyway... I don't have the strength to listen to this... I don't want to be alone... I don't want to lose you... If this is how it's supposed to be, I don't want to be the strongest!"

You patted his head reassuringly.

You looked at the open phone on the floor, an old picture of him and his friend, right?

His friend...

The person who left but everyone blames Satoru...

"It's not your fault... You don't have to be alone. I am with you. I am not going anywhere. I understand what you are going through with your family... Don't listen to them... You're the head of the clan. You are the strongest. You will never be alone. I'll never leave you. I will always be with you. Since the first time we met, I haven't left you, and I'm not going to leave you... I'll help you be the strongest."

He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

He's really just a kid who couldn't live like a kid. He being an adult reenacts his childhood.

He lost so much too quickly. He watched his loved ones die too quickly.

His family dumps too much on him.

He reminds him of every mistake.

Just like when they were little... And his mother was dying.

"You are to be the strongest! Then why can't you even save your mother?! She died because of you! You can't do anything! You can try as much as you want, but you will always be alone! Because by your strength you bring death to people... That's why you will always be lonely. And everyone who is next to you will leave."

That night, your husband fell asleep in your arms.

Stroking his face gently, all you could think about was that he was the last person who could deserve such a life.

Nobody deserves to be lonely.

Especially him, who has been doing everything to keep people safe for years, sacrificing what he may need...

People like him need the protection of others.

Or at least an assurance that someone will be with them.

Someone to help them with things he doesn't have the strength to do.

Satoru may be the most powerful man alive, but he also needs support.

He doesn't need help fighting.

But his family exploits his weaknesses. The hole in his psyche.

Nothing can break him. But when the blade hits that one point, how can it be avoided?

How can you stop a man who wants to rip your skin off, and he's aiming for a cut on your body?

It's easier to tear the flesh when you pull the wound.

His family does.

It rips his psyche by pulling at the holes that have been created in him.

They cannot win against him in a fight. So they hit something that hurts even more.

Into the heart.

You didn't want to move that night. You just lay next to him on a very soft and large futon, letting him cuddle up to you.

"I will protect you from them." You said as you stared into his peaceful sleep next to you.

"We had a hard time getting you here. Were you busy?" said his father, setting a cup of tea next to you

"None of your business. I won't take extra missions. That's why we spend time at home."

"You are a Jujutsu sorcerer. The head of our clan. That's why you should ride as many missions as you can."

"I'm not going to do everything for others."

"Why doesn't anyone in your family go on missions other than Satoru? Nobody but him does anything. Plus, you're forcing him to bend his hours." You said sharply.

"As my son's wife, you shouldn't be talking. I am talking with him. And you're here as his partner. The rules of etiquette say you should keep quiet until you are asked to speak."

"You really think you can lecture my wife? An old man who can't see beyond his own nose." Satoru growled at him.

"Son, you're getting arrogant with your elders. And also... Don't you think you're being too selfish?"

You glared at the older Gojo.

"You don't want to go on missions because you don't want to? What are people supposed to say when you say it and they die? Their relatives. They are left alone, at the mercy of fate. And then death comes after them."

You felt what he was getting at.

But when you were about to say something, he slammed his mug on the table, causing the glass to shatter.

The tea began to spill.

"You're not trying to save more and more people. You're not trying to take any more missions. You're not trying to keep them alive. If you tried, you could save everyone. Everyone you've always wanted to save. If you'd kept trying instead of just once, HE would still be alive."

You felt his energy change.

His father was now stabbing him in the bleeding wound.

A flaming knife.

That he was putting so much pressure on your husband pissed you off.

Your husband's only weakness... His best friend he lost...

You fill some of that void for him, but you'll never be him.

Even though he loves you, you are not Geto Suguru.

But even so, you fill that void in part, making it never grow. As long as you are there.

"How dare you say that to Him..." you growled, the tea on the table suddenly rising.

With your emotions, the water has become hard. So the streak of water that was in front of his father was sharp.

"Someone who is so selfish can't be head of the clan. Commands are not obeyed. Plus, he can't teach his own wife that women have a place, and they don't interfere when men are talking."

"He will not be your puppet! Is this how sorcerers fight?! Taking advantage of man's only weakness?! How can a father tear apart his own son's psyche?! It's not his fault! He can't save everyone! He is only one and none of you help him!

"So why does he still have the last name Gojo?"

You widened your eyes when you heard that.

"If he can't, why is his last name Gojo? Why is he the strongest? His power is deserved because he comes from our family."

"He is to rule you. He is to know what is good. What is good for you. What is good for him."

You moved your hand.

You wanted so much to catch the connection of your technique with his blood right now, and wring his neck with his own body.

But... You don't want to be the monster that the users of this technique think are...

If anyone finds out, you'll be a sorcerer monster.

"Just try to do anything to my Satoru and I won't stop myself from killing every wretched member of this clan!"

The tea in front of him flew past his cheek quickly, brushing against his wrinkled skin. Then it flowed into the teapot which the maid was holding.

As the elder's skin began to drip blood, you suddenly disappeared.

You showed up at the Jujutsu school's ground.

It wasn't until later that you realized it was Satoru who transferred you.

"You didn't have to do that..."

You looked into his slightly sad eyes and reached up to kiss him.

"I promised I would protect you from them." You said with a smile. And only then did you notice that your eyes were small tears.

"Sensei! Shall we start training?!"

You looked back to see a group of people walking towards you.

"If you feel like it now.” Your husband said. Suddenly he was smiling.

"We're leaving later, so now." Said the girl who was standing next to the pink haired one.

"wait a minute! I'll be right back." He said clapping his hands.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

The students looked at you.

"I need to get something from the office."

"Can I train them? Just a minute."

He smiled seeing your eyes.

"Let's start training!" He said cheerfully. "Welcome your new trainer, Gojo (y/n)!"

"Gojo?"

"My wife!"

...

You didn't know that teenagers would like your technique so much.

Especially the few who got hit by the water tentacles because they were hot and the water was cool.

They avoided it.

And the longer it was, the more they wanted to be helped by the cool water bands.

Until at the end you created a large but flat drop of water for them to use as a swimming pool.

Satoru didn't come for half an hour.

But he did give you the message that the Principal wants to kill him.

But there was something wrong...

You felt a familiar energy.

That's why you glanced at the pavement to see a familiar rather tall figure.

You stood up as the man approached you.

Could this day get any worse?

"I didn't expect to see you with children. (y/n). Especially since the first children you were supposed to teach would be mine."

you snorted.

The teenagers looked at you.

They didn't know this man.

Nothing unusual. Nobody would work with a sorcerer who was suspended for murder.

"What do you want?"

"Can't I say hello to my ex-girlfriend? Besides, I wanted to visit you. Especially since you didn't invite me to your wedding." he laughed.

Your face hasn't changed. You continued to stare at him with hostility.

"Guys, we go. I'm buying you dinner." You said to the kids behind you, and waited for them to come out of the water to dissipate your energy so that the drop would melt.

They got things together quickly.

You started walking away, walking alongside Maki and Kugisaki.

But he suddenly grabbed your arm.

"You won't invite me?"

You weren't the only one who felt he was acting hostile.

The girl's exercise stick was placed against his forehead.

People like him need to be exterminated.

Especially since he reminded the girl of one of her family.

"Should I be afraid of some kid's stick?" He laughed.

Suddenly, the stick moved at dizzying speed, hitting his side hard. Causing him to curl up in pain.

"Let's go." you said to them.

You followed them, but his hand gripped your ankle as he knelt on one knee, one hand on his side.

You kicked his arm but he quickly got up and grabbed your arms.

"I know those eyes!" He said delighted. "That's how you looked at me when you beat me when you broke up with me!"

You kneed him in the stomach, but he didn't move away.

He grabbed your jaw.

Borrowing water from the grass and earth beneath you, thick ropes of water appeared around his legs.

"I'm your boyfriend. You were supposed to live with me, remember? So don't be stupid and come back to me. Or I will kill your husband. Come back to me and I won't tell everyone that you are descended from a sorcerer monster and have inherited this secret technique. Unless you want everyone to be afraid of you. Make everyone hate you."

Your hand trembled.

"Come on. Do it, and show that your technique is not as innocent as water. Show that you can kill a man by dissolving his body through blood. Show how bloody your technique is. I'm sure your little disciples will forgive you. You didn't kill me in front of them. come on. Do it. Show that we fit together. Kill when something pissed you off."

His wrist was caught by a hand.

"Let go."

You looked at Itadori who was standing next to him and was squeezing his wrist very painfully.

"You're sending kids after me because you can't fight alone? Show them what you really can do. And then we'll be together again, won't we?"

Suddenly, his body was thrown to the ground with great force.

Causing him to cough.

"You stupid brat!" He groaned as he sat on the grass.

"I won't let someone I don't even know hurt (y/n)-san! If she doesn't want you to approach her, then don't!"

"Itadori-kun..."

He smiled slightly at you.

"You think you can beat a grade 1 sorcerer, brat?!"

"I can. I think so. (Y/n)-san is as strong as Gojo-sensei. But even I would win against someone like you. Attacking a woman is not something you can do with impunity."

You heard Kugisaki's soft cheer as he said it.

"Yeah... Especially when it's my woman."

You looked at a very tall man who appeared behind your ex.

Before he could turn around, you saw your husband's hand stick out, and his two fingers point towards the forest.

And as suddenly as he appeared, the man in front of him was thrown into the trees, giving him the perfect passage to you.

"Well said Yuji-kun!" He smiled at his student.

"Sensei!" His eyes glittered.

"Next time that asshole shows up here, don't hesitate to kick his ass. He is walking a very thin line. One move too far and he's a curse user. I won't hesitate to kill him the second time I see him." He placed his fingers on your cheek. With a dark smile.

"What he did?" asked his red-haired student.

"He's always been an asshole. Until finally his stupidity went through the ceiling. And because he got pissed, he killed people on a mission. And the elders thought it was an accident during the fight." You said.

"Satoru..."

"I said I won't hesitate to kill him the second time I meet him..." he said wiping the blood from his cheek.

In his hand was your ex's head. Blood dripping from his head and face.

"He wanted to kill me. He wanted to follow you. He wanted you." He said low. "He told me about a secret technique you have, even though I already know it..."

His clean hand brushed his hair to the side.

"The only thing that wanted to take you away from me. That's the shit." He lifted his head higher. His bloodied body sliding across the floor.

You had to quickly scrub the floor of the blood...

"I was very upset that he touched you... I have to admit it. I never thought I'd have to kill him. But I don't give a shit. People who want me to be lonely will end up like this. You are all I have left for me. Don't run away from me, okay? Don't leave me alone... I did it for you."

You smiled slightly at him.

"I will not run away. Thank you."

You walked over to him, hugging his chest. His clean clothes, not stained with blood thanks to the infinity on his body.

You release yourself from anything that can separate you.

You protect each other.

Long black hair flowed with the movement of the man who stood in front of the kneeling Satoru.

You knew the features of this face from the pictures Satoru had.

Your water snakes disintegrated as soon as they touched this man.

"I appreciate your attempts. Child of the Water Manipulation Technique." He suddenly smiled. "Or rather... Child of the Secret Blood Technique of the family (l/n)."

You widened eyes and took a step back. Curses have no body...

And you no longer have water from the tanks on your belt...

"(y/n)...! Run!"

You looked at your husband's face as he looked at you.

Screaming for you to run away?

You were supposed to protect each other...

"You'd be so much more powerful if you used the blood technique. Relying only on water, you can't do anything. Killing in a second, using the human body as a fighting toy. Isn't that more powerful than wasting energy attacking with water that can be dispersed? The blood in the body is closed in a single circuit." He took a few steps towards you. "You can kill me with a flick of your finger."

he whispered.

you felt it. You felt like you could move his blood into his heart and then burst him from the inside out.

But...

Satoru looked at you with such hope...

He made Satoru kneel.... It's unforgivable!

It's awful. A man like him cannot be humiliated.

He wanted you to run away.

Suddenly, the black-haired man felt a tightness in his heart. He couldn't feel his legs or arms. But he was still standing. As blood rushed to one spot in his body. To burst his heart.

"(y/n)!"

"Don't listen to your husband. Become like him. Like your ancestor. Become a sorcerer monster who used the blood technique to kill anyone who was nearby. Kill the heart of your husband who believes that you are not like your families. Show that, just like them, you will do anything for power and victory."

Your hand was lowered as you fell to your knees exhausted.

You didn't see the smile of the man in front of you.

"Prison Realm, Gate."

He pointed at you, and then a piece of the passage stuck to you. And you were pushed into your husband's body.

"I'll see you in the new world. Two of the strongest sorcerers."

"Sorry..."

"What matters is that you're okay."

"I don't want to be a monster..."

"(y/n) calm down. Nothing happened. What matters is that you are whole..."

"Satoru... I'm so tired..."

"Huh?"

He suddenly grabbed you as you lay down with your eyes closed on him. He was sitting in one place.

"Hey... What's going on? Honey..."

"I don't feel any energy..."

"I don't feel the cursed energy either... We're locked in here..."

"I don't feel any energy in my body at all..."

He widened his eyes.

Your technique is water.

Your energy is like water.

By taking away your cursed energy, you are like a man in a desert without water.

Even though you're not dying of thirst, you're so tired. You want to go to sleep. You want relief..

"Don't fall asleep, please don't leave me here..." he moaned.

"Can I at least get some sleep?"

"And if you don't wake up... (y/n)!"

"I'm still here. I'm not leaving you. I'll only sleep for a moment." ...

"How long does she sleep?"

"Since we were locked up in the prison Realm. She fell asleep there."

"She should wake up soon. Thanks to her being with you, at least she's alive. If only she had been locked up there, she would certainly not have been cared for when she got out. Anyway, she's just sleeping. So don't cry anymore, Gojo."

...

"How can I not cry when I thought I was alone again?"

....

When you open your eyes, he was lying next to you in bed.

"Good morning Baby."

You were hugged by him as soon as you looked at him.

He started kissing and hugging you.

Even if I didn't know what it was about.

"You finally woke up..."

"How much have I been sleeping.... Toru..."

He looked at you with a childish smile.

"Soon..."

He wasn't telling you the truth because for you, that time was like a while. But he didn't know if it was minutes or hours. Or days.

That's why it was soon.

You lay on his shoulder while he was nestled in your hair, sometimes kissing your forehead.

They all came to you.

Lots of people who you don't know...

But they were still nice.

"How do you feel?"

"Very good." you said to your husband when he asked.

Then he hugged you again.

Then you looked at the people around you.

"Where's Kugisaki?" You asked calmly.

Nobody answered you.

you understood...

"And Megumi?"

You looked at Satoru who was looking at you seriously.

"Honey... I'd like to ask you for help... To get Megumi back..."

"To get back?"

"We must destroy Sukuna to get him back..."

Suddenly he turned around.

"It doesn't make sense... I won't put you at risk." he said looking at you with the same eyes you've seen before.

The ones you saw when he killed your ex.

Caring but dark.

You got up and cupped his cheeks.

"You protect me, I protect you. It's been that way since first sight, and it will be. Even if we may die. If so, we will die together. Neither of us will be lonely."

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Discover the Secret to Being the Most Envied Parent with These 9 Unconventional Tips

Uncover the secret to becoming the most envied parent with these 9 unconventional tips. #ParentingTips #UnconventionalParenting #EnviedParents #EffectiveParenting

Introduction Parenting is a journey filled with ups and downs, but wouldn’t it be amazing to be the parent that everyone else secretly envies? The one who seems to have it all figured out, effortlessly raising happy and well-rounded children? Well, you’re in luck because we’ve uncovered the secret to becoming the most envied parent in town! In this article, we will share with you 9…

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I’m 1000% certain there’s a file of test videos (for research purposes ofc) of Battinson trying all of his fancy gadgets. These include but are not limited to:

Flying right into walls with his grappling hook

Jumping and falling like dead weight in his gliding suit prototypes

Just staring at himself in the mirror with his new contact lens and muttering, “I swear I can still see it”

Bruce watching over Alfred’s shoulder and scribbling frantically as Alfred tests out the bullet-proofness of the suit and cape

Crashing the Batmobile with his various turbo engine prototypes

Tossing differently-shaped batarangs at a target to see how it affects their trajectory

(Getting yelled at by Alfred because he decided to put the target right next to the elevator and almost killed him)

Submerged in a big tub of water for ten minutes to see if the rebreathing apparatus he made works then realizing he forgot to bring down towels then looking like a drowned rat as he waits for Alfred to come down

Raising his eyebrows several times under the cowl before deciding that he needs to make it bigger because it’s still obviously him

Injecting himself with different doses of his adrenaline shot (Alfred rips him a new one for trying it without supervision)

A random video of Bruce spinning in his chair and mumbling along to Mitski while he thinks of his latest case (how did that get in there)

Eating shit every time he makes another attempt at handheld rocket boosters

Eating shit every time he makes another attempt at rocket boots

Cutting off power to the entire building after using an early model of his EMP gun

Pouring over footage on the bat computer, grease paint and all, while a little baby bat just nestles in his hair (how did that get in there)

Smacking himself in the face with a nunchuck while trying out a new technique (he was incredibly sleep-deprived, like 62-hours-without-sleep-deprived, Alfred confiscates the nunchucks)

Coughing up a lung while testing out his new smoke pellets and immediately regretting it because this is literally a sub-level basement, what was he thinking

Dick complaining about how annoying and heavy his first Robin suit is “How can I do cool flips off a building if I can’t even touch my toes?” “You are not flipping off of buildings.”

Testing over 200 prototypes of flexible bulletproof fabric for the new Robin suit. (Dick spends this time practicing flips off of high places. Just for fun.)

Breaking his new night vision lens by turning off the lights, realizing he forgot to turn the lens on first, and immediately walking into a chair

Trying out an audio frequency jammer, but when he turns it on, all of the bats in the cave swarm him and he freaks the fuck out (Dick starts calling it the Bat Beacon, Bruce refuses to acknowledge its existence)

Pouring over footage on the bat computer, grease paint and all, while Dick cuddles himself into the back of Bruce’s sweatshirt, fast asleep (how did that get in there)

Doing donuts with the Batmobile using its new remote controller while Dick cheers him on from a safe distance

Landing on his ass after shooting his net launcher without planting his feet first

Dick doing various flips and other skills in his new Robin suit while Bruce takes notes

Testing different skin-safe adhesives for Dick’s domino mask

Slipping on ice after using their new freeze grenades

Adding a parental lock onto the computer because Dick keeps playing Roblox on it when Bruce is gone

Installing a new entrance to the bat cave because Jason said he totally missed the opportunity to have a secret entrance behind a bookcase and now they’re all in agreement because it is much cooler than a boring service elevator

Cutting through random materials with their new set his collapsible knives and swords, including his table which he did not mean to break

Dick and Jason screaming bloody murder when they walk in on him testing a cloaking device prototype and appearing out of literally nowhere

Jason messing with the taser Bruce gave him and immediately getting it confiscated

Pacing in circles to perfect the tracking devices he installed in Dick and Jason’s utility belts

Pouring over footage on the bat computer, grease paint and all, while Jason is in his lap, rambling about what he did in school today (how did that get in there)

Bruce, Dick, and Jason in a puppy pile on Bruce’s office chair, despite there being two perfectly functional chairs right beside that one. They’re all fast asleep

#battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #dc universe #gotham #soft bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #give battinson a child 2k23 #battinson needs a hug #look at him #being a parent #alfred pennyworth #batmobile #funky little guy

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BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 2]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

Tag List: @cassies-cookies @kaitieskidmore97 @jjeonjjk7 @leetha43

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The next day was beautiful. Sunshine warmed the air, and blue skies made the property feel even more open. Slow to wake up, you took your time leaving the comfort of your bed before running quickly through your morning routine, and heading out the door to see what the members were up to.

You heard voices from a few locations, but the loudest of which seemed to be from the basketball court. You couldn’t help but smile at the antics while you walked down to see what all the fuss was about. Yoongi, shaking his head like a disappointed parent, stood by and watched Jimin attempt to make a basket. Even though you couldn’t quite make out what words were being exchanged, you knew the two were bickering like an old married couple.

“Hey!” You shouted. The pair paused their back and forth to look at you, waving their hi’s. “What are you guys up to?”

“Jimin’s attempting to make a shot.” Yoongi teasingly chuckled, causing Jimin to glare at him.

“Be nice!” You giggled, before turning to Jimin. “I might know a way that can help you.”

“Really?” Jimin smiled. “That would be great!”

“If you’re successful, you’ll be my new personal hero.” Yoongi said to you sarcastically.

“I know he can do it. Wanna bet on it?” You asked. Yoongi’s brow lifted and a smirk grew across his lips, clearly amused by your confidence.

“Ok, I’ll play. What do I get if I win?” Yoongi played along.

“If you win, and Jimin can’t make this shot, then I’ll take over cooking duties for a week. But if I win, you have to share your whiskey stash with me.” You put your hand out for a shake. “Deal?”

“So… either I get to have a break from cooking for eight people for a week, or I get to drink?” Yoongi chuckled. “Yeah, definitely a deal.”

“Great. Jimin, follow me.” You motioned him. Jimin’s eyes were wide, unable to believe the two of you put his basketball abilities to a bet. “My secret technique, is called B.E.E.F.”

“Beef?” Jimin asked completely befuddled. “Oh my God, you better be a good cook, Y/N. I can’t eat just noodles for a week-”

“Jimin!” You laughed, scolding him for his pessimism. “Just trust me, ok? It’s an acronym. It means Bend, Elbows, Eyes, Follow through. I’ll show you. Watch.”

Jimin tossed you the basketball, watching as you dibbled a few times before getting into position. Yoongi sat back and also watched, entertained by the whole ordeal in front of him.

“So first you Bend your knees.” You explained, showing as you demonstrated. “Then, you bend your Elbows, like this. Then Eyes, meaning look at your target. Don’t look at the basket itself, aim for the little box behind it. Then, when you’re ready…Follow through!”

With that, you took your shot, watching as the ball bounced directly off the backboard and into the basket. Jimin smiled and nodded, excited to take his turn while Yoongi watched with parted lips, surprised that the silly sounding technique worked.

“Ok, I think I got it.” Jimin said, bouncing the ball in front of him. “So… Bend first, right?… Then Elbows…Eyes… And…. Follow through!”

Yoongi stared at the ball as it floated through the air. Bouncing directly off the backboard, though not perfectly in the box where Jimin was aiming, it hit the rim of the basket before falling awkwardly through the net. Jimin stood aghast with parted lips, surprised that the method worked.

“YOU DID IT!” You squealed, running over to Jimin who excitedly gave you a hug. “I knew you could do it!”

“Un-fucking-believable.” Yoongi shook his head, a playful smirk returning to his lips knowing he’s been bested. “Aish, I’ve been trying to teach him for so long and you immediately get a shot with a “BEEF” method? What is this?”

“It’s me getting access to your whiskey hibernation stash.” You teased while high fiving Jimin. “So… I’ll see you later tonight with a bottle in hand, right?”

“Fine.” Yoongi sighed, reaching out for your hand to shake. “How did you even learn to take a shot like that, anyways?”

“An old coach of mine.” You giggled. “It’s a tried and true method.”

“You used to play?” Yoongi asked, earning a nod from you. “Do you watch NBA, too? Who’s your team?”

“The Bulls.” You responded, making Yoongi chuckle.

“They suck this season.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. You know what sucks even more though? Having to share your favorite whiskey.” You teased back, making him smile bigger. Yoongi always appreciated when someone could take his teasing, and give it right back to him. “I hear the others at the main house, so I’m gonna go check out what’s happening. Bye guys!”

Jimin waved at you as you left, before turning to Yoongi.

“She got you good, hyung.” Jimin laughed, making Yoongi pick up the basketball and toss it towards him.

“Beginner’s luck. I’m taking a nap.” He rolled his eyes before slowly making his way up the hill and back to his guest house.

You followed the voices until you ended up at the pool, where Jin and Taehyung were already taking a dip.

“Hey, Y/N!” Taehyung called, waving at you to get your attention. “Do you want to join us?”

“Sure!” You said. “Let me go change and I’ll be right back, ok?” You said before running back to your guest house. Not paying attention to where you were going, you bumped into Jungkook, who instinctively grabbed you to steady you before the realization hit him that he was, in fact, touching you.

“S-Sorry.” He murmured, letting go of your arms. His cheeks were a bright shade of peach from the innocent interaction.

“No, thank you. I’m sorry for bumping into you.” You apologized. Your eyes ran up and down his outfit, noticing the change. “Are you going to work out?”

“Yeah.” He smiled shyly. “There’s a gym in the main house, I’ve um… I’ve been dying to try it.”

“Sounds fun!” You said. “I’m about to change too, so I can go swimming with Taehyung and Jin.”

Not knowing Jungkook for very long, you missed the signs that any of the members would’ve caught immediately; the brown eyed man was jealous. Forever the youngest of the group, Jungkook’s pouting was almost famous in its own right among the other members. Any time he was left out by his friends, he couldn’t contain his sulking. When it came to a girl he had feelings for, it was somehow even worse, and coupled with the fact that it was you, playing with the other boys, without him… that was a recipe for a classic Jungkook pout.

“That sounds fun.” He sulked, unconvincingly trying to hide his feelings. “I hope you have a nice time.”

You furrowed your brows at Jungkook’s strange tone, but shrugged it off as he left unceremoniously for the gym. You went upstairs and changed into a solid black bikini, throwing on some soft shorts and a t-shirt as a cover up, alongside some waterproof slides, before going back to the pool.

“There she is!” Jin said, waving at you as you came back. “Y/N, get in here and grab a water gun so we can attack!”

“She’s not on your team!” Taehyung argued, his voice sounding offended. “I’m losing, so she has to help me!”

“I don’t even know what we’re playing!” You laughed, stripping off your cover. “How do you even know you want me on your team? I might be terrible!”

From the window of the indoor gym, Jungkook could hear and see everything. Watching you undress from your cover up to reveal a little black bikini made him freeze, unable to focus on anything else as you slowly lowered yourself into the pool with the two men. He played with his lip ring, thinking how phenomenal you looked and allowing his thoughts to drift to new places, only to have the moment stopped quickly. Hearing your giggles and Jin’s shouting brought him back down to Earth quickly with a sinking feeling in his stomach; jealousy. Continuing to torture himself, he watched on as the three of you played in the water.

“Y/N, watch out!” Taehyung shouted, laughing with a boxy smile. “Hyung’s on your left!”

“What?” You giggled, unable to hear him over your own laughing. You stood in the shallow end of the pool with a gun, but missed Jin swimming under the water, coming up to you quick.

Like a hero in an action movie, Taehyung saw his chance. He sprung to action, dramatically jumping in front of you just in time as Jin rose out of the water and took aim. Taehyung stood in front of you, startling you. Your hands instinctively went to touch him, wrapping your fingers around his arms. With his back facing Jin, Taehyung took the hit of Jin’s water gun, making Jin laugh at the drama of the moment.

It took a second for you to realize how close Taehyung was to you, and it seemed he noticed just as you did. He towered over you, and looked down at your face as you both paused as the tension in the air lingered heavy. Your hands were still on him, and you realized how toned his body was. Taehyung looked at your face with parted lips, unable to move from the uncertainty of the moment. But before it lasted too long, you awkwardly dismissed yourself from the game before leaving the pool and quickly rushing away with your cover up and towel.

Jungkook, who had watched from the gym, was gritting his teeth. Seeing your hands on another man, even though it was clearly involuntary in your surprise, made his chest heavy with feelings of envy. The fact that Taehyung hesitated to step away, as well, choosing to linger a little too close to you didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, either. Worked up by what he watched, the youngest member turned to the punching bag he had requested, and aggressively began throwing punches to release his emotions.

The only thing on his mind was you, you, you.

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THE GIFT - A Marcus Pike Christmas One Shot

Summary: Marcus buys you a naughty Christmas gift that you wear to his parents' Christmas lunch, and you both find it hard to stay composed at the dinner table.

Pairing: Husband!Marcus Pike x Wife!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Images just for aesthetic, no reference to Reader.)

Word Count: 5.1k

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/triggers - Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral both M & F receiving/use of sex toys/slight edging

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy your Christmas gift from Agent Pike... 😉

Tagging @secretelephanttattoo as Pike is her husband 🖤

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

She’s been more than accommodating with his indecisive dithering; showing him the full range, even the ones on sale, giving him recommendations. He’ll be sure to leave her a tip.

“Would you like this gift wrapped, sir?” The assistant behind the counter asks him rather jauntily.

Her thick, fluttery eyelashes bat at him constantly, and he nods in response with a restrained, yet polite, smile fed back to her.

Marcus fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, looking around the racy store carefully with darting brown eyes. He’s more aware of his surroundings than he’s been in a very long time.

Watching over his broad shoulders and scoping out whether anyone would recognise him. Any of his colleagues from the FBI who happen to be in the mall Christmas shopping for their significant others too.

He’d skulked along the shelves of various intimidating dildos and vibrators with his leather jacket collar pulled up as far as humanly possible, as though he were incredibly bad at being undercover, despite years of experience behind him.

Although, that probably wasn’t the wisest idea; he imagined he looked more like some questionable miscreant with a penchant for phallic perversion, but he had little choice if he didn’t want to stand out.

He probably should have done this online, as he stood at the shelves looking incredibly out of his depth and sweating somewhat.

Marcus now hands the helpful assistant his credit card with two thick fingers, and she rings him up before handing him the bag containing the gift he’s purchased.

But the shop assistant got him talking - like they always do and you don’t realise you’re spilling intimate, sexy-time secrets about what freaky things you like to do in the bedroom, to a complete stranger as if you’re being subtly interrogated with some crafty questioning techniques - and then, she was handing him different contraptions and gadgets to press buttons on and watch whirl around and pump lewdly in his reddening face, until he found the perfect one.

She even threw in a free cock ring and some lube. And he didn't really quite know what to say to that generosity, other than a muttered and sheepish thanks.

“Thanks for your help,” Marcus says as he leaves.

“No problem. Have a Merry Christmas, sir.” She replies with a knowing wink before serving the person waiting patiently behind him.

Marcus keeps the gift covertly hidden in the house in the days leading up to Christmas, and when you aren’t looking, he sneaks it under the tree with the rest of the gifts, grinning like a madman who’s just discovered the Holy Grail of sexual weaponry.

Deapite the heat engulfing his face and neck, he’s excited about how you’ll react when you open it on Christmas morning, and admittedly so is his cock at the thought; it’s been hardening uncomfortably since he stepped in the adult store.

But he keeps himself composed and manages to slink out back to the car undetected. But not before another indulgent purchase from Victoria's Secret for you. The credit card has certainly been flexed.

On the morning of Christmas Day, Marcus rouses you awake in bed with warm, snuggly kisses. Soft and sleepy, his long limbs wrap your body up in a Pike web that you can’t, and don’t want, to untangle yourself from, as he slips his hard length inside you and gives you the first of many gifts today - a slow, intense love making session to start the day off with a bang.

Fucking you into the headboard as you both claw and grasp at one another as the chemistry between you ignites into a heat that suffocates you. You're kissing over his shoulders as he nips at your neck, buried deep inside of you and whimpering in your ear.

Your first Christmas morning together as a newly married couple, months after your memorable honeymoon in Antigua, and you still can’t get enough of one another.

“Best present ever,” you pant into his hot mouth as he makes you see stars through a bed-head spinning orgasm that pulls you fully from your sleep and launches you face first into the sun.

"Just you wait..." He grins into your face.

After you’ve showered and gotten dressed ready for Christmas lunch that’s planned in the afternoon with Marcus’ parents - after struggling to keep your hands off one another in the process; he just looks so damn good with a towel wrapped low around his waist as he shaves - you walk into the lounge putting in your earrings.

You find Marcus on the floor reaching for the additional gift he’s purchased for you, from under the tree.

Marcus nods his head. “The dresser. In the ceramic bowl.”

“Have you seen my bracelet?” You ask him as you fasten the earrings, your eyes scanning over the coffee table for it.

Another thoughtful and special gift from Marcus from early on in your relationship when you began dating. You rarely take it off, but when you do you’re always hunting for it.

You smile, remembering. “What would I do without you?” You swoon at him.

“Crash and burn.” He stands up, holding the neatly wrapped gift out to you. “Here.”

“What’s this?” You ask him, stunned.

“It’s a Christmas present, d’uh.” Marcus smirks, rolling his richly cocoa eyes and chuckling.

“No, I mean this.” You say tugging gently at the hem of his sweater and smiling. The colour palette is reminiscent of the natural tones found in Nordic landscapes - cool blues, forest greens, and snowy whites. It has a slightly chunky knit to the wool, giving it a warm and substantial feel across your fingers, and he looks incredibly snug in it.

“It’s a Christmas sweater.” He says.

“Cute.” Smiling, you take the gift from him. “It even has reindeers.”

“I like it.” He says, smoothing it down over his torso. “Apparently so did my mom.”

You snicker. “I thought we weren’t going to do gifts until we got to your parents?” You question.

You shake the box and raise your eyebrows at him curiously.

“I don’t think you’ll want to open this one in front of everyone.” Marcus remarks, tucking his hands inside his pants pockets, channelling an innocent, little boy aura about him.

His cheeks are already flushing pink under the crinkles of his eyes.

“It’s not maracas.”

“Boo.” You mock pout.

“Open it.” Marcus gently instructs with a beaming smile.

You unpeel the gold wrapping paper with a matching curly bow, scrunching it up inside your hand, and a black velvet box is revealed to you. You pull the satin ribbon from around it and lift off the lid.

“Urm-” You start to smirk and then giggle, as you look up at him with wide, sparkly eyes.

His big brown peepers are glittery too; mischievous looking as he stares back at you.

“Well,” you say, astonished, as you pull out the contents; two shiny, egg-shaped balls attached together with nylon string.

“Oh, you did, did you?” You’re failing to stifle your own devilish grin.

“I thought maybe you could wear them today.” Marcus says, stepping closer to you and running his hands up and down your arms.

A tingling sensation blooms when he does it, that starts at the nape of your neck and travels all the way down your spine to settle in your coccyx; your nipples wake up, stiffening inside your bra.

“Mhm.” His hands fall to your waist.

“How presumptuous.” Your eyes fall to his lips, shiny and pink when he licks over them.

“Very,” he nods, coming closer, “in fact I insist on it.” Marcus kisses your lips gently, but the kiss lingers and stirs up that wanton passion again as it flares through the slats in your rib cage and drips into your panties.

Moaning into his mouth, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, dizzy by the intoxicating scent of his cologne; the velour box falling to the floor and the love eggs dangling precariously from your fingers.

He slips his tongue in and you groan, feeling how hard he is as he presses you against him, squeezing at your ass with some heated fervour.

“Put them in,” Marcus whispers in a heated gasp.

“Now?”

“Now,” he nods “let me.” He takes them from your hand; his long, thick fingers getting tangled in yours for a moment and stroking them fondly.

You smile, glancing at the platinum wedding band around his finger that matches yours, save for a tiny diamond, and wondering how you got so lucky to have this man keep surprising and tantalising you like this.

His touch burns, heating the blood in your veins as it flows around your limbs; fanning the sparks between your thighs, and his fingers are soft and nimble around your own.

Marcus crouches down in front of you and pushes your skirt up and is presented with black, lacy panties that makes him salivate. Kissing slowly up your thighs, he runs his nose against your damp seam and inhales deep; the scent of you already beginning to turn him out.

You place your hands on his shoulders as he kisses you again, standing, and he walks you backwards to the sofa.

The tingles persist in flooding your spine, spreading into your core and making it throb and ache. You tussle gently with his tongue and the sound of his groans make you shudder and melt.

“Lean back, gorgeous.” Marcus pushes your shoulder gently until you’re laying back on your elbows.

You put your foot on his shoulder as he kneels down, his face level with your pussy. He plants gentle, delicate kisses inside your thighs again, eyeing you with those deep, rich browns as he smooches, trailing ghostly over your skin and eliciting streams of goosebumps.

His fingers pull the lace of your panties aside to reveal the wet flesh of your lips. He leans in and kisses you there; swiping his tongue up and down slowly, tasting that you’re exceedingly wet for him already.

“Mmm,” you drone, reaching for his head and running your hands through his hair and messing those styled spikes up.

He tastes that sweet honey of you on the end of his tongue as he dives in a little deeper, teasing your hole before sucking gently on your clit.

“Marcus,” you whine, throwing your head back, your thighs already begging to shake. “God, if you start this now, we’re going to be late…” You groan, unable to contain yourself from fisting through his hair and pulling him closer to you now with a sharp tug.

He doesn’t let up however, sucking harder as he slips his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out gently.

“Oh God, baby,” you shudder as he curls upwards, stroking against your spot with precision.

He can’t help himself but to taste you, tuning into your gasping, heated breaths. Despite your words about being late, you want it, you want him; your husband’s mouth on your pussy licking and sucking all over it.

“Please, please, please…” you barely whisper, the words getting lost inside your throaty gasps. It feels so good, building and brewing as he licks and fingers you deep.

Marcus reaches up massaging your breast over your sparkly top as he flicks his tongue against your clit faster.

“Fuck, Marcus!” You cry.

“Right there, baby. Right there… Mmm, yeah!" The air above you seems to shimmer with some intangible energy as your eyes roll back; a lightheaded euphoria enveloping you like a gossamer veil.

Your hands grip onto the sofa cushioning beneath you as you squirm and buck into his mouth.

The tingles are now millions of luminescent butterflies beating their wings against your skin, leaving trails of warmth and vivacious joy in their wake. Your body winds tight, centering in on your core, on the cusp of snapping back.

“Come for me,” he murmurs to you, glancing up adoringly to watch you as he latches onto your clit again.

“Yes! Yes!” You pant. Your thighs shake and he can taste you as you flood his mouth.

Marcus loves watching you come; enjoys that breathy giggle that puffs out of you when it gets a little too much as he licks softly around your overstimulated clit.

Loves the way your voice falters on a soft moan when he enters you, sliding deep. Loves the way you press your clammy forehead against his as you ride him, telling him how good he feels inside you.

Loves how his own voice whimpers, like he could just cry, before he comes; his brows furrowing, mouth open as he lets those little weakened pants pelt you face as he fills you up.

Loves how you’ll put on one of his shirts, pulling it out from the laundry hamper because it smells like him and you want to bathe in that scent, as you go about your business around the house doing chores.

He loves how you’ll let him lift the hem up and slip inside you as you do something mundane like wash the dishes up whilst he’s still in his suit from work, finding you sexy as hell in his crumpled shirt as he fucks his beautiful wife against the sink before you even say hello, how was your day to one another.

Marcus pulls his head back, lips shiny and smirks up at you.

“You’re incorrigible,” you say, catching your breath.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Marcus grins, wiping his lips with his thumb “but I didn’t hear you complaining just then.”

“Oh, I’ll never complain when you do that.” You giggle.

“These’ll go in much easier now.”

“Uh-huh, so that’s why, hmm?”

He simply purses his lips in a coy smirk. You watch keenly as he pushes the first egg against your swollen lips and slips it inside you. You moan out as it fills you, and he then pops the other one inside.

“How do they feel?”

“Cold.” You say, smiling as he slides your panties back into place.

“They’ll warm up.” He remarks and kisses your cheek affectionately.

Marcus takes your hands and pulls you upright on your feet and you gasp as you feel them move and press against spongy parts deep inside you.

“This is… new.” You titter as you smooth down your skirt of the creases. You don’t have time to iron it now.

Marcus watches you go in search of your bracelet, but you suddenly stop and jolt, gasping out like you’ve been electrocuted on the stairs.

“Oh my God!” You clutch your lower abdomen; pussy tingling on the inside and a deep pulling feeling can be felt as you feel the eggs vibrate wildly.

Marcus chuckles, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket and waving it at you. “They’re wireless too.”

“Oh, you play dirty, Agent.”

He presses the screen again and a delicious buzzing is felt deep emanating through your core as you groan.

“We’re going to have a great day!” Marcus croons devilishly, through a wide grin.

Inside the car on the way to his parents’ house for Christmas lunch, you’re driving - offering to do it so he can have a few wines if he wants to - when you feel that yummy feeling zap through you once more.

You swerve a little, completely not expecting it at all.

“Are you trying to kill us?” You muse to Marcus who's grinning and laughing like a man who holds all the power.

“How does it feel?” He asks through a side glance and rubbing your thigh affectionately.

“Frustrating.” You say, biting down on your lip and wanting nothing more than to pull over and straddle him.

Marcus simply smirks as he looks out the windscreen as you both approach his parent’s home, pulling up on the large driveway.

Inside, the house is already bustling with his family crowded in. His father is well on the way to being fully inebriated, and his booming voice greets you both as he bundles you through the door into the hall.

He leans in to kiss you on the cheeks and you almost jump out of your skin as Marcus does it again, sending your body erratic with jolts from the vibrations inside your pussy.

You narrowly miss headbutting his father.

You clench your thighs together, trying to greet his father like a normal person and not one who is on the brink of screaming out X-rated curses.

You shoot Marcus a frantic look, but he simply grins back as he follows you into the lounge, but not before giving your butt a quick, naughty slap. You feel the eggs jostle around inside you as he does it.

Holy shit!

Lunch is long. Really long. Never ending and incredibly hair-pulling and frustratingly long.

You’re digging into your plate when you jerk or kick out suddenly like your limbs are being pulled in odd directions. You throw Marcus a heated glance opposite you and he’s smiling as he brings his fork up to eat.

Oh, he thinks he’s so fucking clev-

You knock your wine glass off the table and cringe when it smashes all over the floor when he sets it off again.

It’s met by rowdy, drunken cheers from Marcus’ father, but you shoot an embarrassed and somewhat uneasy look at Marcus, who is simply sat back in his chair, seated next to his mother, in very similar Nordic festive sweaters, sipping from his own glass casually, with his hand in his pocket on that infernal phone.

Even your thoughts are cut short by the continuous zapping and buzzing that makes you jump and flinch further.

He lets it buzz for short bursts and then follows with a drawn out long one, like Morse Code inside your pussy. You’re in the midst of a deep conversation with his mother later, when he leaves it on inside his pocket.

He catches your wide-eyed, panic stricken face as he puts both his hands back on the table and they’re void of any phone.

Please no!

“Are you alright?” His mother asks you tentatively, putting her wispy hand on your shoulder, and you nod quickly.

“Uh-huh. Too much, uh wine,” you brush off shakily. “I’m driving. Shouldn't have any-m-more.” You stutter, feeling the heat lick at your collarbone.

“I’ll get you some water.” She offers.

“No! No… I’ll go,” you all but squeak, and excuse yourself into the kitchen, biting down on your lip so hard it could burst and bleed.

Running your hands under the cold tap, you pat them around the back of your neck to cool yourself, working through the vibrations inside you that are unrelenting.

You breathe in and out slowly, eyes rolling back into your head at how good it feels.

Oh fuck, fuck...

You feel hands snake their way around your waist; the scent of Marcus’ familiar cologne fucking you further up as he plants a sensuous kiss on the side of your neck.

Lips trailing up towards your lobe before he sucks on it, his breath warming the conch of your ear.

“Marcus... I... can’t... please,” you beg; your head in a tizz, legs buckling and your pussy on the cusp of a complete meltdown.

“Having fun?” Marcus whispers.

“Ah...” you whine, nuzzling into him as his arm wraps around your waist pulling you tight against him.

“I’m gonna… come,” your hands grip on the sink as your body shudders and your pussy clenches.

You can feel the eggs, all tingly, making your vision become blurry as you tumble and get dizzier in the process.

“You wanna come?” Marcus husks. You feel his lips nip a little harder on your lobe.

“Yes… Oh God.”

Just as you’re there, about to take that leap off the edge and free fall into sweet, sweet oblivion, he turns it off.

Your head snaps around to him quickly.

“Are you kidding me?!” You hiss, careful not to let anyone hear.

You can only watch him simply saunter out of the kitchen with a grin, leaving you about ready to murder him with whatever dirty ladle or pan you can reach for in the sink.

Fuck!

“Stop. I feel like my pussy has Tourettes!” You hiss at him covertly, and Marcus simply chuckles darkly at you.

Marcus does it again a little later, winding your coil tighter until you’re about ready to snap.

He observes you wringing your hands and trying your best to stay composed as you flit around everyone; trying not to stay too long around them because of your constant mad flinching.

You remove the eggs a little while later as you use the bathroom, staring down at them as they vibrate on the sink. Somewhat pleased with yourself that he’s pressed the app somewhere downstairs and doesn’t know that they’re not inside you at this precise moment.

You wonder whether you should put them back in; feeling wrought and severely wound up from him subjecting you to this all day, but then you rationale that it’s the whole point.

Surely he’s brought them for this reason and they’re a gift, after all. A teasing, edging gift.

Sighing and giggling, you put them back in, one leg up on the toilet seat, and slip them back inside; your fingers grazing against your sensitive and aching clit, and just as you think you’ll give yourself a little touch - relieve yourself of some of the tension - they buzz again and you almost fall backwards onto your ass, clattering against the towel rail.

Shit!

As you open the bathroom door, Marcus is standing on the other side smirking at you.

You push him against the wall and kiss him, trying to distract him whilst you fish inside his pocket for that infernal phone of his.

He laughs and grips a hold of your hands, stopping you from finding it.

“No you don’t.” He teases as he pushes you against the opposite wall. Your back hits it with a gentle thud.

“Marcus!” You gasp, whining and struggling against him as he clamps around your wrists with ease.

You try to latch onto his lips desperately again, but this time he denies you, realising your sly distraction techniques

“Please. I can’t bear it anymore.” You growl, your hands fumbling against his.

“Look at you, all wound up.” Marcus teases with that pert, pink grin splayed across his mouth.

“Please, baby. Let me come!” You plead, pulling at his festive sweater desperately, and with actual tears threatening to spill as they glisten in your lined eyes.

“Look at you, so needy,” he exclaims with a husky growl, holding onto your arms as you try to rub yourself against him.

He’s inherently proud of his purchase, because it’s reduced you to this - begging - and he decides instantly he likes this. He’s so incredibly aroused by it; his cock is straining out of his slacks to get to you.

“Please, Marcus... I need you.” You mewl again, on the verge of howling. “Fuck me. Please. Please!" You whine with a choked sob.

Marcus looks up and down the hall and then grabs you by the hand pulling you along hurriedly. He opens up a door further down the hall and bundles you inside.

“Beg me to fuck you again,” Marcus hisses, before he grazes his lips against yours. “Tell me you want me. You want my cock.” He gasps against your lips.

“Fuck me, Marcus,” you breathe “please, I need you!” You splutter.

“Beg for my cock, baby.” He licks into your mouth. He thrusts his hips against yours making you feel it.

“Please, give me your cock,” you say, pelting his lips with yours and gasping. “I want it. I need your cock, baby.”

“Hard?” He suggests to you with a grunt inside his voice.

“Oh, you better fuck me so hard!” You warn, excitedly.

Marcus wrenches up your skirt and takes a handful of your ass inside his hands as he kisses you clumsily. Both your lips mash together in a messy, rabid tussle as you grin and giggle.

You feel him tug down your panties as you unzip his pants frantically with shaky hands.

You can feel his fingers reaching into your sopping pussy, pulling out the love eggs. He plops them on the bed and circles your clit with his thumb.

He pushes you on the bed; you pull off your top, revealing your bra and he goes for the straps freeing your breasts to topple out and into his mouth. He sucks and bites on your nipple making you yelp.

You run your hands through his hair, messing it up again before you tug on it, making him groan.

“Marcus, please…” you pant as he lines himself up with you. “Please, fuck me.”

Groaning, he pushes his cock up inside of you, hard like you want, in a deep shunt. It takes your breath away. He does it again, settling into a heavy pace as you squeal into the thick wool of his sweater, practically a mouth full of it.

“God, you’re so wet... soaked, baby,” he moans with glee as his cock is utterly coated with you, lewdly squelching into you. “You like your gift, hmm?”

You cry out in agreement, a little louder than he would like, and he places his swamping hand over your mouth, chuckling.

“Sssh,” he smirks at you as he works his hips.

“I don’t care if they hear us!” You muffle at him. “You’ve been teasing the hell out of me all day.”

“I have. I’ve enjoyed seeing you squirm.” He shunts upwards again, deliberately; his cock hitting all the right spots.

“Oh God, you sadist.” You groan, gripping onto him.

He chuckles as he thrusts faster. "Ah shit... you feel so good."

“Oh, Marcus!” You whine into his face as you release; your legs shaking and your neck straining.

Your cunt is already squeezing around him and it doesn’t take much to bring you to a quick, hard orgasm after keeping you on the cusp of it all damned day.

Drunk on that sweet, heady glow with a gritty dance into exhilaration and rebellion at finally getting what you so desperately want as your fingers twist and gnarl at his sweater.

“So beautiful when you come for me like this,” he grunts.

Marcus watches in awe as you pant and grapple at him; your head lolling and eyes rolling into the back of your head as you flop further into the mattress beneath you after epically shuddering like you’ve had a seizure; tingling with an ebbing numbness that hints at the untamed energy coursing through your veins.

He places his hands on the bed either side of your head and slows his pace down after he gets you off, enjoying the feeling of you pulsating and ribbing around him during the crackled aftershocks of your big O moment.

“Ride me,” Marcus whispers salaciously to you.

He rolls, taking you with him and still inside you, until you’re on top. He unclips your bra, leaving you fully naked. You push his Christmas sweater up and run your hands over his stomach and toned chest, raking your nails over his tan skin.

His mouth parts, plush and full as he pants and bucks up as you wind your hips around him.

You push onto his chest with your hands and let your ass and hips do all the work as you ride him quicker and faster.

“Yeah baby, like that.” He grits, feeling your pussy pump him.

“You like that?” You grin. “Maybe I should just stop… give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Marcus leans up into a biting kiss as you bend fully over him, riding his cock deeply as he pushes his hips up, meeting your rhythm.

“M-marcus...” You gasp into his face.

“God, I love you deep inside me like this,” you groan, finding your strength again.

“That feel good?” He asks you, knowing full well it does.

You love the feeling of him like this. After how he’s toyed with you all day so far, he wants to see you enjoy this, enjoy what he’s giving to you right now.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. So good.”

“So deep inside my beautiful wife.”

“Oh!” You groan.

He strokes your face and kisses you before grunting out. “I’m close, baby.”

“I want it in my mouth."

“Yeah.” He agrees with a strain.

Shuffling off of him quickly, you take his slick, wet cock inside your mouth and suck him hard.

“Shit!” Marcus pants, scooping your hair out of the way so he can watch you take him deep. You can taste yourself all around him, succulent and sweet.

“Oh, you’re so good at that.” He breathes out with that brewing tremor in his voice. "Oh shit, I'm gonna come, baby."

You suck around him, pumping him with your hand as you feel him inflate and pulse before he shoots inside your mouth in quick, hot bursts.

You swallow it all down, moaning in satisfied delight.

“Jesus...” Marcus sighs out with a breathy chuckle, head flopping down onto the bed. His face is all red and sweaty.

He pulls you into his arms and lays back with you on the bed that you only now realise is a single bed.

You look around the room, listening to his heartbeat slow inside his rib cage as he winds strands of your hair around his fingers.

Inside the room is a small, single bed and shelves with old models and books on. There’s a desk and an old TV set, and various cans of deodorants and aftershaves adorn one of the shelves.

In one corner, there's a corkboard displaying a mix of academic achievements; sports medals highlighting achievements in various competitions at racquetball.

“Who’s room is this?” You ask curiously.

“It’s mine,” Marcus replies, his hand stroking up and down your back leaving shuddery, cool goose pimples to birth. “Or it was back when I lived here.”

You sit up. “You’ve never shown me your old bedroom before.”

“I stayed here when I was training at the academy too.”

“How many girls did you sneak back in here?” You ask giggling.

Marcus chuckles. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Smooth.” You tease, winking and he laughs again.

He’s so inherently beautiful when he laughs; that dimple on show and an astonishingly natural ease spreads over his face. He looks the most comfortable he’s ever been in his whole life when he laughs. It changes his face; makes him beam brighter than the sun.

You reach up to his face and kiss those soft, pink lips of his with affectionate vigour. He wraps his arms around your back, crushing you into him as he whines softly into the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper as you pull away, your mouth still inches from his.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” Marcus replies before swallowing you up once more in another lengthy, passionate kiss.

He wants nothing more than to stay right here, hidden away in his old bedroom with you, his stunning wife, naked and spread all over him.

But you’re both probably being missed downstairs and will face some questioning if you don’t re-appear soon.

You nod, smirking at him as you slip your shoes back on and straighten up your skirt, which will be evidence enough with how creased it is now, at what you've both been doing.

“So, did you like your gift?” Marcus enquires with a smirk as you dress a few minutes later.

He refuses to give you your panties back, and you watch as he slips them in his pocket cheekily.

He scoops up the love eggs from the bed and puts them in his other pocket with his phone.

“I’ll wear them again.” You reply, nodding.

“Absolutely. I can think of a place...” He smooths down your crazy, fucked-out hair; his hands cupping either of your face.

“Where?” You query with a brewing smirk.

“At the FBI’s New Year's Eve Ball next week.” Marcus states, winking at you.

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal x reader #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike the mentalist #pedro pascal #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x female reader #pedro pascal characters #marcus pike fluff #marcus pike smut #marcus pike fic #christmas stories #jett's writing

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gentrychild · 5 months

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For the ask game: JJK AU where Yuuji & Choso grow up together as siblings (your choice if you want to add the other death paintings or not)

1 - Everyone has secrets and Jin Itadori considers himself a pretty open-minded man. His wife tells him that she used to be a man? Barely registers. Love is love. He will love her no matter her gender. Her wife tells him that she is an evil sorcerer who loves horrible human experimentation, who still is messing up people's life as soon as Yuji is in daycare, and calmly explains to him her plan to force humanity to evolve or to be wiped out. Because that's what's fun in science. And that's not even talking about her plan for their baby???

2 - Now, the plan was to divorce her and to take full custody of Yuji. But turns out that another secret of his ex is that she had a whole bunch of children? Who are left of their own, with no parental guidance whatsoever?

3 - Well, too bad, because Jin might have kicked Kaoru from his family but those are still in it! He adopts all the Death Paintings. (Part of it is also because he always wanted many kids.)

4 - Choso, Eso and Kechizu all point out that they are born as adults. They all point out that they are not even human. They do not want to be adopted in this strange family because they all hate Kenjaku... only to immediately cave in when they see Baby Yuji. In their defense, he is very cute.

5 - Yuji is raised alongside his brothers, by his father and grandfather, deep in the countryside. He absolutely doesn't suspect that his brothers aren't human, just that they are sorcerers. Which is why poor Megumi gets a slap in the face when he points out that Kechizu is a curse.

+ 1 - Since Yuji was raised with his brothers, he gets a cursed technique.

#jjk #5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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comradekatara · 5 months

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if someone in the main cast besides aang were to be born the avatar, who would you want it to be? i think toph with access to all elements would be an unstoppable menace, but i’m curious to hear your thoughts

okay so obviously AUs that entertain an avatar during atla besides aang himself clearly have no interest in upholding the fundamental themes of the show, since aang is the only possible avatar/central figure of this show. it is explicitly structured in such a way that aang’s protagonism is no sheer coincidence or accident (ie, it’s good writing). so when entertaining who would make for a compelling avatar in an AU, we also must entertain how such a figure would necessarily shift the themes of the narrative, and whether such a transformation would be interesting.

1) katara wouldn’t be interesting, because her narrative role is too proximate to aang’s to change the themes of the show in any significant way, and even though seeing katara as the avatar would undoubtedly be cool as fuck, we already have korra, who is basically like if katara was the avatar (personality and skill-wise at least) and she is, indeed, cool as fuck. so not katara.

2) zuko is also proximate to aang, and his role as the avatar would be relatively similar to his role in the show already—unlearning the dogmas of his nation to align himself with justice and balance through learning the techniques of multiple elements. it is literally not different in any way.

3) toph would be extremely powerful of course, but she is already extremely powerful, so nothing much would change. her parents would attempt to restrict her, she would escape, travel the world, hone her craft, and defeat ozai. not very interesting.

4) suki would similarly not be interesting. she is an extremely diligent and talented warrior, so she would simply train and defeat ozai with no real obstacles in her way.

5) iroh as avatar also wouldn’t change much imo. azulon would see it as a blessing and wield him as a weapon in much the same way he does in the show. iroh’s failure and betrayal would maybe put a slightly bitter target on his back, but his emotional journey would be much the same.

that leaves 6) azula, 7) sokka, 8) mai and ty lee (yue and jet would also make for pretty interesting avatars, but you did say “main cast,” and we don’t have all day besides). they would make for interesting avatar AUs specifically because this role reversal necessitates a reversal of the show’s core themes.

6) avatar azula. she finds out as a child (perhaps ursa is there with her, perhaps she dies with azula’s secret), and is urged (by her desperate, terrified mother) to secrecy. no one, especially not her father, can know of her burden. she hones her firebending in broad daylight, and trains her other elements under the cover of darkness. her waterbending is more powerful under a full moon. her earthbending is so precise she can use it to pick a single flower from the garden without disturbing the feng shui. but despite ostensibly being her secondary element, her airbending still needs work (here is where she and korra happen to converge). then, one day, her precarious existence experiences a seismic shift—her older brother has been banished, and his task is singular and seemingly impossible: capture the avatar and return them to the palace in chains.

for all of zuko’s flaws, he is relentlessly stubborn, and azula knows that he will not rest until his task is completed. of course if she remains in the palace, zuko will never be able to find her or return home, but she cannot take that chance because she knows that iroh can sense what—who—she is. so she runs away. elegantly, of course. she puts it in ozai’s head that he needs to send her away for a special mission only she can complete, that will take an indefinite amount of time to accomplish. and she leaves the palace under ozai’s authority, disguises her identity, seeks out as many masters as she can find to train her, and plans her coup. she is able to recognize how palpable her fear of ozai truly is, because she has been hiding from him her whole life. and she knows that the only way to stop hiding is to defeat him. as you can see, this version proves a very different story, with different themes, different characters, and a vastly different ending. and so it compels me.

7) avatar sokka. sokka finds out he is a bender after katara finds out that she can waterbend, and after she is nearly killed for it, their mother in her place, and so he keeps quiet. especially because he first finds out he is a bender by lighting a fire in his palm. once all the men leave for war, sokka goes to the farthest outskirts of their land, under the guise of hunting, and trains with his firebending every day (of course he does also hunt. his village needs food after all). one day, while attempting a new firebending move, he launches himself ten feet in the air. and that’s how he discovers that he is also an airbender. as if being a firebender wasn’t enough of a hideous curse, he’s also the avatar. what a cruel joke life is.

one day, a fire nation ship docks in their village, and a scarred young soldier demands to know the whereabouts of the avatar. sokka clumsily fights him with his spear, his club, his boomerang. but when zuko attempts to burn him to a crisp, nothing happens. the flames merely dissipate inches away from his skin. then, in a moment of sheer desperation, sokka airbends him and his retinue back, all the way into the freezing waters of the south pole. of course, freezing waters are not enough to kill a firebender, but he’s also somewhat concussed by sokka’s boomerang, so iroh insists that zuko recover in his chambers until morning. zuko insists that he just found the avatar and has no time for recovery, but iroh claims that without his health he will never capture the avatar, and promptly locks him in his room.

sokka says a hasty goodbye to katara and kanna and makes his escape on a boat with enough supplies to last him until kyoshi island. of course katara somehow manages to stow aboard, which doesn’t surprise sokka in the slightest. after her initial shock wears down, she’s just like “so were you ever going to tell me you were the avatar???” and sokka’s like “uhhhhhh eventually…” they make it to kyoshi island, seconds away from being fed to the unagi until sokka reveals his true identity. zuko tracks them down to kyoshi island and sokka and katara are given a stronger boat and more provisions with which to escape.

since katara wants to go to the north pole, and katara always gets her way, that’s where they head, except sokka insists that he should at least find an earthbender while they traverse the massive continent before reaching the north pole. katara’s like “noo it has to be in order of the cycle!!” but sokka’s like “fuck that i’ll take what i can get.” he finds jeong jeong, and even though jeong jeong calls him an oaf, he turns out to be a pretty good student. he fears fire and values discipline, which is all jeong jeong really asks for. by some pure happenstance (because sokka and toph will always find each other) they find the perfect teacher in gaoling. she escapes with them as they head to the north pole, but once they arrive her feet are freezing and she’s forced to wear boots, at which point sokka agrees to carry her everywhere. then he meets yue and accidentally drops her.

pakku agrees to train sokka but refuses to train katara. at first sokka’s like “well it’s fine because you can learn from master yagoda how to heal and i’ll learn how to fight and then we can swap notes,” but he quickly realizes that this is a bad plan because they refuse to listen to each other, so instead he just demands that pakku teach katara. pakku is obstinate, so katara fights him, at which point he realizes that she’s kanna’s granddaughter so problem solved i guess. sokka also learns healing from yagoda, because having the ability to heal and not exercising it is silly. during the siege of the north, sokka goes to the spirit oasis to attempt to ask the spirits for aid, but the only times he’s ever been to the spirit world have been when the spirits allowed it, and as it turns out, he’s really bad at meditating. which is for the best, because it means he’s prepared for zuko’s attack, and he and katara work together to stop him. they don’t kill him, but only because yue is looking at him with fear and it makes him hesitate. then before they can stop him, zhao kills tui and yue sacrifices herself, and sokka turns into a giant spirit koi and goes apeshit in his grief.

sokka, katara, and toph decide to trust a general who will help sokka harness the power of the avatar state to defeat the firelord. sokka is all for it. he’s like “yeah i’ll be used as a weapon and kill as many people as it takes to end the war.” he’s fine with this. it’s his duty as avatar after all. so the war ends quicker than in the show. he finds a map of the fire nation, toph helps him enter the palace through a secret tunnel (cue the song), and alone he enters ozai’s throne room and fights him. he doesn’t even need to enter the avatar state to kill him. he just uses the waterbending techniques he picked up from yagoda to reach into his chest and explode his heart. sokka uses his influence as avatar and firelord-killer to end the war and navigate all the complicated postwar politics.

the end.

see? it’s not as good.

but there are still some elements that make this version compelling. for one thing, sokka would have to interact with the spirit world. a lot. and he wouldn’t be happy about it. he doesn’t like that they pose questions that don’t have answers. and so he decides to wield his power as a tool for war, rather than against it. he wields his cultural influence to exert control over the world. a story where sokka is avatar (and with no aang to temper him and make him laugh) is necessarily a story as cynical as sokka is. but if that’s what you want, then there’s no better candidate. (also, he'd come up with some really creative bending techniques, and that would be pretty interesting.)

(however, if that is really what you want, just read the kyoshi and/or yangchen novels. they’re basically just worlds populated with sokkas.)

8) finally, mai and ty lee’s stories as the avatar would be much the same, so it doesn’t matter which. they are both enlisted to join azula’s small, elite team to return zuko home in dishonor, and to capture the avatar. so they must hide in the lion’s den, obscuring their identity from those they keep closest. their world is already one of dual loyalties and secrets; what’s one more? mai and/or ty lee only reveal their true powers at the boiling rock, to keep the other safe. together, they defeat all the guards holding them back, go into the avatar state to reach the cliffside before azula’s airship departs to the western air temple. azula is outraged, shocked, and hurt. ty lee somehow talks sokka into letting them hitch a ride back, and that’s how mai and ty lee join team avatar. of course, one of them is actually the avatar, so that’s not what their team is named in this scenario. although it gets named that after they join. and mai and/or ty lee defeats ozai. the end.

this version is a version that, like azula’s, specifically explores the costs of lying and keeping your identity hidden. it is similar of course to their actual narrative, while also exacerbating the impact of aang’s initial introduction, but the stakes necessarily become even higher, and the story becomes focalized on their internal struggles in a way the show never truly did. so to any mai and/or ty lee fans, it’s compelling on those grounds alone.

in conclusion, even the more compelling alternate characters—exploring deception, secret identities, ruthless violence, and spiritual conundrums—do not actually make for more interesting protagonists than aang. i would say that azula definitely comes closest to being the most compelling alternate avatar, with sokka, mai, and ty lee being compelling insofar as it presents opportunities for their internality and cynicism to be explored. jet would also be pretty interesting thematically, but you know i hate his vibes. and yue’s narrative would completely reshape the story, so that could be compelling as well. but ultimately, aang needs to be the avatar for the story to work, and even in azula’s case, as a fascinating replacement figure, her original role in aang’s story is fascinating enough. without aang in the central role, the show just isn’t as good.

#ecothroat #asks #the gaang and #AUs #azula #sokka #(mostly)#had to put most of it under the cut because i started rambling for way too long #even though the short answer here is simply: no. aang must be the avatar #that was a lot of words to dismiss the question entirely huh?

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