#Yandere Satoru Gojo x reader

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Incorrect quotes: Satoru a god of drama!

Gojo: Why don't you love me anymore? You've been ignoring my presence since we went shopping... Am I no longer attractive enough for you, my beautiful wife?

You: Gojo... I literally just want to be ALONE for some time!! Damn you are beautiful and the sexiest man/god I know... Well you are the only one, but my god! You just hit a fucking SUPERMARKET CASHIER!!

Gojo (Crying dramatically): But I was looking at you lustfully... And you're right! I am very beautiful.

You (twisting your eyes looking at the TV): Aha! and by looking at me lustfully... you mean making eye contact... BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT CUSTOMER SERVICE IS ALL ABOUT!! Ash Satoru, if you gave me a nickel for every time you wanted to kill someone out of jealousy, I'd be rich...

Gojo went to cry in the corner looking like the dramatic guy he is, so sighing you pulled your hair and heard him complaining.

Gojo (With crocodile tears in his six eyes): But you are mine!! No one can look at you or talk to you... You are my mochi, my wife—There, then! I better shut up.

You: Yeah, whatever... Promise you won't do it next time, okay? — You are immediately pulled down into a six-handed hug as many kisses filled your face. You blushed, avoiding looking at him.

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No One Tells Me No! Pt. 5

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Theme(s): Yandere x school bully

You had no idea this would happen. How could you? He had everything, so why would he care about one girl he didn’t even know not being interested in him? Besides, it’s not like he’d stick around very long if you had accepted his offer. Except he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t see it that way at all. Because no one on heaven or earth could tell the Great Satoru Gojo no.

Part 4.5 < Part 5 > Part 6

TW: stalking, obsessive behavior, enabling behavior, bullying, public embarrassment, getou understanding the assignment and being a supportive bff

After Satoru’s little chat with Maki he begrudgingly made his way to his classroom. A part of him cursed his mother and father for not having him the same year as you. He wanted nothing more than to be able to sit next to you in class and gaze at you in person. Gojo sighed, guess the cameras Getou and him set up will have to do. He especially enjoyed the view of the one under your desk.

Satoru didn’t bother pretending to pay attention in class, instead opting to lean back in his chair with his phone in his face, not worrying about prying eyes due to him sitting in the back. He knew his teacher wouldn’t dare bring it up, and if she did, all he’d have to do is shoot her a glare to remind her of her place. Besides, thanks to the education the Gojo Clan provided he was already set for university, high school was just a formality. One he was recently very thankful for.

The Gojo prince would occasionally switch from looking at the live feed of your classroom to searching your name on any social media he could find. He wasn’t super surprised you didn’t spend much time online, you were a hard working honor student after all, but it disappointed him nonetheless. He made sure to save any photo and screenshot any personal information he came across, however, he had been doing this since that night with his mother two days ago, so he was running out of material.

So far he learned you had a mother and two younger brothers along with a few relatives you kept in regular contact with. He wasn’t sure where your father was, just that he wasn’t in the picture anymore. He’d have to look into that later. The second year also managed to learn about your mom’s health situation. With a wicked grin, Satoru quickly sent a text to his mother was instructions to send him the desired medical documents.

Satoru started to get a little bored and decided why not have a look at his favorite camera angle. His blue eyes watched intently as you shifted every now and then, sometimes even rubbing your thighs together. Satoru couldn’t help but wonder what was going through your head as he caught glimpses of your cute panties and bit his bottom lip.

By the time the bell donged, signaling it was time for lunch, Gojo was half hard. The white haired boy pocketed his phone and shifted until he felt comfortable getting up.

He exited the classroom with his bag to find Suguru waiting there for him and fell in step with Satoru. “Saw you on your phone the whole time. You had a creepy grin on your face too,” his best friend chuckled, “You been stalkin’ your little commoner?”

Gojo couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction at hearing someone call you his. “You make me sound like some criminal, Suguru. Besides, if I wasn’t supposed to do all of this, then why is it so easy?”

Getou chuckled again, shaking his head. “You got a point there. You and Megumi seem to really enjoy doing this. Maybe I should find a cutie to stalk as well.”

“Sure! I’ll help so long as you find your own and it doesn’t take my time away from my y/n.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” At that moment, Getou happened to look in front of him. The ravenette grinned and nudged his elbow into his taller friend’s arm to get his attention. “Speak of the devil and she’ll appear, it seems.”

Satoru’s gaze shot in the direction Getou was looking and, low and behold, there you were. You were walking with your nose in your phone and a bento box in hand. Funny he hadn’t noticed that this morning, but it was definitely not from the school. Must have been in your backpack which you didn’t have.

Gojo watched your approaching form with wide eyes. “More like an angel.”

Getou raised an eyebrow at his friend but simply shrugged, not personally seeing the appeal. Too plane for him. Come to think of it you were Gojo’s normal type either. Weird.

When it became obvious to Satoru you weren’t going to pass close enough to bump into him like this morning, he kissed his teeth in disapproval. As you came within a meter radius, Gojo held out his foot far enough to catch yours. He watched in satisfaction as your smaller form tumbled to the ground and your phone clattered out of your hands while you barely catch your bento.

Both Satoru and Suguru laughed at the yelp you made as you landed on your knees in the busy hallway, that was now slowing to watch the interaction taking place. The two watched as you looked up at them before looking around for your phone. Satoru’s expression fell. You hardly even spared him a glance!

“Tch.”

You finally seemed to spot your phone and a sense of relief flooded your face as you reached for the remarkably undamaged device. You were about to wrap your hand around your phone when a large shoe came crashing down on top of it out of nowhere.

Crunch!

Satoru tilted his head to the side at your trembling hands as you stared at the now shattered phone under his foot before you raked your eyes up his leg all the way to his face. The white haired boy couldn’t stop the smile that curled across his face as you locked eyes with him. ‘Finally.’

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Satoru stepped back and off the device that you had deemed more important than him. “Did I break it,” he asked despite having felt the piece of technology crumble beneath him.

You gingerly picked up what once was your phone. “W-why?”

“What do you mean? It was obviously an accident. No need to freak out about it,” Satoru shrugged and his long haired friend hummed in agreement.

You now held your broken phone in both hands as you hunched over to shield your face from the growing crowd. Your tormentor took note of your shivering shoulders and bent over to try and get a better look.

“Oh my god. Are you crying?” Satoru stood up and used his hand to muffle a burst of laughter as he looked down his nose at you while Suguru didn’t hide his amusement.

You couldn’t hold in the sobs any longer as other students in the hall joined their mocking.

Satoru finally decided to take pity on you and crouched down to your level. He placed an elbow on his knee and his chin on his palm as he stared down with a pout.

“Awww. What’s wrong, y/n?”

“I n-needed this phone a-and I can’t afford a ne-new one,” you stuttered out softly as you attempted to wipe away your tears.

“What’s that,” Satoru shouted, cupping the hand he was leaning on around his ear, “you said you can’t afford a new phone?”

You nearly collapsed flat on the floor in shame as you sobbed louder.

“Hey, now. None of that.” Satoru placed his hand on top of your head and gently pet you as if trying to calm a child, in reality he was just enjoying the feel of your hair. “Even though it was an accident, I’ll give you a new one. How does that sound?”

“Y-you will?” You looked up at the Gojo heir in hope.

“Of course I will. I love to help those less fortunate,” he then paused to move both of his hands to cup your face and swipe away your still flowing tears with his thumbs, “but you know. Nothing is free in this world.”

“B-but I just said I can’t affor-”

Satoru cut you off with a hushed tone like you were a scared animal. “Shhh. Let me finish. Though, it is cute that you think I need your money.” Your face flushed in embarrassment. “How about this, I’ll give you a new phone and in exchange you give me that bento box. I’m quite hungry. Think you can do that?” Satoru gave an innocent closed eyed smile with a slight head tilt.

“Yes! Of course!” You didn’t realize that in your haste to accept his offer you ended up pushing your face closer to his. Not like he minded, though. Quite the opposite actually.

“Wonderful!” Satoru threw his hands in the air in excitement before turning to rummage through his messenger bag. “Lucky you, I have such a terrible issue keeping phones in one piece,” he said as he pulled out a brand new phone still in the case. “Tada!”

He placed the box on top of your head and you scrambled to catch it before it fell. “Oh god. This is so expensive. Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, babe! Besides, my family owns the company that makes them so it’s whatevs. However, that doesn’t mean you can back out on our deal.” Satoru tapped your forehead to get your attention back on him.

“Absolutely! I always pay back my debts,” you exclaimed as you clutched the new device to your chest protectively.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He ruffled your hair teasingly as he chuckled darkly. “Now gimme!”

“Right! Here you go,” you placed lunch you made into the outstretched hand that wasn’t stroking through your hair. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate this, um… I’m sorry. W-what’s your name again?” In truth, you could only recall his last name, although, you were pretty sure it started with an ‘S’.

Gojo felt a tick mark form on his forehead, but quickly snapped out of it when he heard you squeak in pain. And looked down to see that he had unconsciously grabbed a fistful of your lovely hair.

“Oops. My bad. Thought I saw a bug for a second. Guess it was just my imagination. Anyway, my name is Satoru Gojo. Do try to remember it this time,” Satoru said through gritted teeth and a fake smile.

“I promise I will, Gojo.”

“You better. Now run along.”

“S-sure!” You quickly grabbed your old phone and ran off to set up your new one.

Once you were out of sight, Suguru wrapped his arm around his best friend’s shoulder after he stood up. “I can’t believe it! That couldn’t have gone more according to your plan, my man.”

“Well, obviously! Not even god would dare defy my will,” Gojo giggled mischievously as he brought his thumbs to his parted lips to taste the ruminant saltiness of your tears. He may have posed this whole thing as an exchange, but that was just so you wouldn’t suspect any ulterior motives. You’d never know that he bugged the phone he gave you. At least, not until it’s too late.

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Hello! I started to follow you and read your writing about cheater gojo satoru. It's reaaly good! I love it! I would like to read a part 2! You're talented to writing

Thanks!

What did I do to deserve all this praise today! Don’t worry, I got you fam! Come get y’all juice! This is a part 2 to @ekaterinatepes’s ask. @satorusbby

I’ll never let you go again

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Theme(s): Yandere x held captive

Part 1

TW: rape/noncon, kidnapping, threats of violence, threats of murder

You gasped as your husband pushed your face into the pillows and held you down by the back of your neck.

“Why do you have to keep running from me, y/n? You’re breaking my heart, babe!” You could make out a faint tone of anguish but any regret you would have felt was drown out by him yanking your pants off your body.

“Stop,” you exclaimed in vain as Satoru shoved two long fingers into your dry cunt. You shrieked as pain spread throughout your core.

“Awww. Does that hurt baby,” Satoru leaned forward to whisper mockingly in your ear as he forcefully rubbed at your clit with his thumb.

“Yes, Satoru, it hurts so much,” you sob into the pillow hoping he’ll take pity on you. He doesn’t.

“Good! Because so does you attempting to escape for the third time now! I’m getting sick of it.” Satoru’s seething voice made you tremble in fear as his fingers started pumping in and out of you.

You soon began to feel yourself getting wet from the stimulation and your captor sighed sweetly into your ear. Satoru’s weight lifted off your back and you felt sick when you glanced back to see him staring intently at his fingers pumping into your sex.

“See. I knew you still loved me.” You wanted so badly to deny him, to tell him that it was just your body’s natural reaction, but you knew it’d just anger him further.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered out, “I-I love you, Satoru. I love you so mu-uch! So please stop hurting me baby.” Your pleas stuttered with every movement he made inside you.

Satoru groaned in pleasure and added a third finger. “Say it again. Say it!”

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” You kept repeating the desired words like a broken record trying to appease his need for validation.

“I love you too, y/n,” Satoru replied with an audible grin and finally removed his wretched fingers from your pussy. You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the mattress so much so you didn’t notice the sound of your husband’s pants being forced down his thighs.

You mouth formed into a silent scream as the large man you once loved forced his cock inside your pussy. You gripped the sheets as the insane sorcerer above you thrust into your velvety walls uncaringly. Even all the times you did have proper prep, Satoru Gojo was always a hard man to take considering your size difference, so to have him shoved into you in one go and not give you time to adjust was agonizing.

For a while, Satoru humped wildly into your body only chasing his own pleasure until he eventually seemed to remember his wife beneath him. “Sorry. It’s just been so long. Feels so good!” His still wet hand reached under you to furiously massage at your clit. Satoru moaned into your neck as he felt you clench and gush around him.

Satoru seemed to get a little frustrated for a moment before he moved back and used his unoccupied hand to rip your shirt and bra off. When he was satisfied with the now available skin, he draped his body over yours once more and latched his lips onto your shoulder.

Satoru pushed you closer to the edge as he chased his own high and you finally came under him with a shout. The white haired bastard bit down on the junction of your neck and moaned loudly through his teeth and your flesh as he spilled deep inside of you.

The both of you laid there panting, trying not to hyperventilate. You didn’t even react when you felt your husband shift above you and flip you over. Once you were on your back, Satoru settled between your legs, wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your chest.

You slowly began stroking his winter locks with trembling hands when he suddenly sat up to wrap his hand menacingly around your throat and lock eyes with you. You scrambled at his arm wondering if he’d finally snapped. “Just so you know. If you try to leave again, when I catch you, and I’ll always catch you, I’m killing the kid in front of you. After all, we can always make more.” He brought his free hand down to stroke the skin covering your womb with a sickening gleam.

Satoru leaned down to take in your terrified expression. “There it is. That’s the look I’ve been waiting for. The look where you realize you’re never leaving me. That I’ll never let you go again.”

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[ishouldbeinh0rnyjail]

Hello! I have a request 😊 I don’t know if it would be something you would be into writing but I would love to see either a NSFW one shot/ or Drabble about Gojo trying to get his wife back.

Say, he screwed up (cheated on her) and she left him, disappeared off the map. He soon realizes he is an idiot and he is indeed very much in love with his wife so he puts all of his effort and limitless resources to find her. I leave up to your imagination all the juicy details ;) please and thank you 😊

Hehe. I love this idea! Not to mention this is something I've thought about in passing before so I'm glad I get to write for it. I hope you enjoy the few twists I've put in there and I really hope that this is okay cause I had no other ideas on how to make it NSFW🥲. However, if you want somethin’ a little more spicy🌶 I’d be happy to do a pt.2

Where Did You Go?

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader

Theme(s): cheating husband

Part 2

TW: cheating, heartbreak, obsession, sexual activities, harsh language, implied kidnapping, murder, gore, satoru being a little bitch

You let out a sigh of relief when you closed the door to the penthouse you shared with your husband, Satoru. After finally getting home from your mission across country you felt a sense of relaxation. You were so glad to get home early. ‘Maybe we can go out for a date night,’ you thought as you hung up your keys.

Your arms lifted above your head and you felt the tension in your back fade with every satisfying pop. You walked past the kitchen looking for your beanpole husband and stopped in your tracks as you entered the living room.

You slowly approached the couch cautiously. Hanging over the edge, you saw a perfectly manicured hand that was too feminine and small to be your spouse’s. You slapped your hand over your mouth, barely muffling the screech of heartbreak. Tears ran down your eyes as you took in the form of your husband’s unconscious naked body draped over another one.

You stumbled back, clutching desperately at your lips to stop yourself from audibly sobbing. You took a moment to gather yourself with your eyes screwed shut. You couldn’t look at his betrayal anymore.

Once you managed to collect some form of stability, you straightened up and quickly moved to the bedroom.

You took out as many bags as you could find and began shoving as much of your personal belongings into them. You only grabbed things that were important or could be of value. At one point, you accidentally knocked over a lamp. The loud thump it made was soon followed by a faint “oh shit” coming from the other room. You quickly opened the safe and took all the money stashed in there as you heard the shuffling of clothing.

You zipped up your five duffle bags and, using the strength you’ve gained from your years as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you strapped one to your back and carried the other four, two in each hand.

“Honey, wait!” Satoru appeared in the doorway, completely bare save for the pair of pants hanging off his hips, as you were about to exit the room.

You didn’t want to look at the cheating bastard let alone talk to him, so you simply used your shoulder to knock him out of the way. You stormed your way to the front door, ignoring all his attempts to “talk some sense into you.” Funny, this was most levelheaded you’ve felt in a long time.

“Babe, please! Put your stuff down and let’s talk about this,” Satoru pleaded, but could tell you had no intention of listening to him. As a last resort he lifted his hand and activated Limitless in front of you.

You kissed your teeth as you felt your hand come to a stop right as you reached for the door handle. You finally turned to face your now former lover and glared at him with all the spite and anger you could muster.

He seemed taken aback for a second, as he’d never seen such an expression from you directed towards him, and right as he opened his mouth to try to defend himself you cut him off.

“They were right. You’ll never change.”

He didn’t think words could hurt so bad, but what you said cut straight to his heart. You had spent years telling him that he was more than what others thought of him, so hearing your seething voice tell him that everyone was right about him struck home.

He felt himself dissociate and his ability deactivate on its own.

As soon as you felt your arm released from his metaphorical grip, you turned and left without another word, slamming the door behind you.

It’s been exactly four months and six days since then. He’d know, he counted. No one has heard anything from you since that day. It was like you’d suddenly vanished.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. He thought he was finally free to go back to living his playboy lifestyle, but no matter how many women he fucked he could only think of you. The way you’d moan and call his name as he thrust into you. The way you’d writhe beneath him as he pleasured you. The way his heart would sore has your bodies connected. He could do nothing but call your name, which earned him more than a few snaps across the face. He never bothered to stop the impact. He knew he deserved the pain. He couldn’t believe it took you leaving to realize he was truly in love with you. Guess the saying was true. You never know what you have until you lose it.

He spent every waking moment thinking of you. He couldn’t even escape to his dreams as they were filled with nothing but the memories he’d made with you, though, it didn’t matter how lovely they started, they always ended the same way. With your scornful expression and hateful voice repeating the last thing he ever heard from you.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t survive without you. He knew that now.

Living without you felt like a kind of torture that far exceeded any he’s ever experienced before. So with all the money and resources he could gather, he set out to find you.

He traced your faded image across countries and continents. You were good about covering your tracks, he hit many dead ends. However, he refused to give up. Anytime a trail would go cold he’d go back until he got new information.

It took fourteen more months to finally find you. As it turns out, you got a little cabin in the woods in the northern regions of Canada. You always loved the cold.

He scoured every inch of that forest until he found your cozy little home. A smile bloomed across his face as he saw you walk by a window and he rushed to the front door, almost tripping over a root in his haste.

Satoru slammed the door open so hard it closed behind him. What Satoru saw was a sight he never could have expected. There you were, standing right in front of him, and cradled in your arms was a little bundle of green fabric with tufts of white hair sticking out.

You gasped in surprise and shifted to hold the bundle against your shoulder in a protective manner.

“Y/n… is that…” Satoru couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence as he approached you. For every step he took toward you, you wanted nothing more than to take two steps back, but you knew you were trapped.

As the man you tried to escape, reached out to you the door opened once more.

“Hey, honey. I’m ba- um. Who are you?” Satoru saw the look of sheer terror cross your face before slowly turning to face the man behind him with wide, unsettling eyes.

“Ru-!” Before you could even finish that single word, Satoru’s hand sliced through the air. You watched as your gentle boyfriend’s head was separated from his body at the neck.

You yelped and clutched at your baby as blood poured from the neck of the man you had come to love and trust before his body fell lifelessly to the floor. You tried to hold in your sobs, not wanting your child to wake up, as you watched the man’s head roll across the floor.

“Considering the reason we’re even in this situation at all, I’ll let this go. But just this once,” Satoru said in an oddly calm tone, however, it was obvious he was trying to hold in his rage. “Now… is it a boy or a girl? I always hoped our first child would be a boy!”

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No One Tells Me No! Pt. 4.5

Part 4 < Part 4.5 > Part 5

I wanted to clear somethings up with this story because I’ve received a pretty lengthy message essentially stating that the characters are OOC(out of character). I’m in a good mood so I won’t put you on blast but you know who you are and I’ll take the time to explain myself this once. Don’t worry, I’ll try to make this brief. In short, yes, I’m intentionally making these characters act OOC. This is an AU. And not only that, but I’m trying to convey the kind of environment and stimulations that would trigger a psychological break like the one Satoru is going through. I’ve found from personal experiences and through research that the kind of people that react in these kinds of irrational ways are usually the privileged and coddled rather than the tortured soul. Not to say that that can’t be the case, it happens. Behaviors such as these usually stem from a sense of superiority and lack of empathy. You see these traits amongst the rich and powerful more than the middle and lower classes. This is mainly because those classes have experienced pain and suffering and would feel bad for or sympathize with the victim whereas someone of high society probably wouldn’t even care. That’s what I’m trying to convey. Satoru Gojo in No One Tells Me No! has lived a pampered and luxurious life where he’s been nothing but self serving. And not only is he among the predators of society, he’s been at the top of that food chain his entire life. He’s never experienced any form of real hardship and letdown. Because of this and the fact that he’s surrounded by personalities that enable and encourage his behaviors and for him to seek out whatever makes him happy regardless of how it effects others is why he’s so carelessly jumped straight to the deep end. Because he’s not even aware that there’s a shallow end. This man doesn’t even know where he is. He doesn’t realize that what he’s doing is wrong nor would he care at this point if he did. He lives a life without consequences. That being said, he’s going to do whatever he wants.

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk and I hope this clears things up.

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No One Tells Me No! Pt. 4

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x reader

Themes: Yandere x school bully

You had no idea this would happen. How could you? He had everything, so why would he care about one girl he didn’t even know not being interested in him? Besides, it’s not like he’d stick around very long if you had accepted his offer. Except he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t see it that way at all. Because no one on heaven or earth could tell the Great Satoru Gojo no.

Part 3 < Part 4 > Part 4.5

TW: harsh language, obsessive behavior, enabling behavior, threats of violence, acts of violence, self harm, so many red flags

Satoru finally made it home from school, to the Gojo estate. He still couldn’t believe what had happened.

He didn’t even acknowledge the maids and butlers lined separately and bowed to him in the greeting rooming in front of him. “Welcome back, young Master Gojo,” they said in unison.

He stood by the door in silence as an enraged look took over his face and his breathing accelerated.

“Not your type!? I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING TYPE!?!” After being in a daze all day, he finally let his rage out all at once. He threw his school bag against the wall of the foyer. The maids and butlers remained unmoving at a ninety degree bow as Satoru went on a small rampage. He destroyed everything in sight. Shattering the priceless decor and smashing the foyer furniture to pieces.

This behavior, while usually not this intense, wasn’t anything new. Satoru Gojo was prone to fits of rage at times, though mostly over small issues. Like the sports team he was rooting for losing or one of his favorite characters dying. Things that were out of his control. He’d normally just throw something across the room and be done with it.

Satoru felt like he was losing his mind. He clutched at his head and frantically yanked at his snow white hair. He screamed curses and random gibberish that seemed to only make sense to him as he hyperventilated.

“Young Master Gojo,” Ijichi’s voice cut through Satoru’s train of thought.

“WHAT!?” Satoru spun around and grasped the collar of the head butler’s suit with a deranged look making the older man become sheepish.

“Please refrain from harming yourself, young master. Your clan would be devastated if anything were to happen to you.”

Satoru shoved the slightly shorter man away and collapsed to his knees where he continued his meltdown, not unlike a child being denied a toy. He hung his head as he felt tears pour uncontrollably from his ocean eyes. He cupped his hands over his ears in an attempt to drown out the world around him. The Gojo heir didn’t know what was happening to himself. His heart was pounding, his chest felt like it would explode from pain, and he desperately fought to not vomit on the foyer floor.

“A panic attack,” Ijichi answered, though Gojo didn’t realize he was speaking aloud, as he lightly grasped the young man’s shoulder.

“Huh,” Satoru whimpered brokenly and looked up at the man that had taken care of him for years.

“You’re having a panic attack, young master. Please try to calm down,” Ijichi stated matter of factly in as quiet a voice he could manage. In truth, he’d never seen Satoru like this and was a little worried he’d turn on him, but he had to try to help the distraught teen.

“Panic attack? I-I don’t have panic attacks! Why is the happening to me?” Satoru hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth, trying to sooth himself as Ijichi rubbed his back.

“I’m not sure, but statistically speaking it happens to everyone at least once in their lives. It’s usually caused by a majorly stressful event. Is there anything we can do to help you, young Master Gojo?”

“Get my phone out of my bag,” he ordered.

“Of course.” Ijichi rushed over to the bag that had been thrown against the wall and rummaged around until he found the desired device. The dark haired man crouched down and held out the phone for Satoru. “Here you are, sir.”

The teenager snatched the phone out of Ijichi’s hands and scrambled to open his messages. He scrolled until he found the picture of you, the one he’d used to find you and ask you out. It was your school ID photo. He swiped to the next image, in this one you were at your desk staring at who he assumed was the teacher as you wrote down notes. Gojo could feel his breathing steady as he took in your distracted form. He sighed in relief as he finally felt the pain in his chest start to recede.

“Is that your girlfriend, young master,” Ijichi asked in a light, cheerful tone as he watched his employer’s son calm down.

Crack

Gojo’s grip on his phone suddenly tightened enough to leave large cracks across the screen making Ijichi flinch. In a burst of rage, he stood up and smashed his phone against the ground. He panted in exasperation before straightening himself and pushing his hair back. “Bring me a new phone, now,” he said in an eerily calm voice as he walked past the still bowed help. One of the maids ran over to his broken phone, pulled out the SIM card and SD card, and sprinted off to comply with his demand as he climbed the stairs to get to his room on the second floor. There was a knock on his door not even five minutes later and it opened to reveal the same maid with his new phone.

She rushed over to him and held out the device with a bow. When he took it, she scrambled to leave without being told.

If he hadn’t known any better he would have thought it was the same phone. It has the same wallpaper, password, and everything. Guess that’s what happens when your family’s company is the biggest tech giant in the world.

He flopped onto his ridiculously huge bed as he went back to his messaging app to look for your pictures again. Except this time he noticed a new text from his best friend and fellow second year, Suguru Geto.

Geto: He man you were acting weird all day. You good?

Satoru: I just had my first panic attack so not great my guy

Geto: No fuckin way! You don’t freak out about anything what happened?

Satoru: Remember the girl I was gonna ask out today?

Geto: yeah???

Satoru: she said no.

Geto: 😂😂😂no she didn’t! Omg this just is too good to be true! I can’t breathe!🤣💀

Satoru: ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY SUGURU

Geto: Chill. Why do you even care bro? Just go fuck someone better looking

Satoru: You don’t get it! I don’t want to care but I can’t stop thinking about what she said! It’s like a record on repeat it’s driving me mad!

Geto: what’d she say?

Satoru: That I’m not her type! Can you believe that?!

Geto: …

Geto: I’m so sorry give me a sec I can’t

Satoru: SUGURU ITS NOT FUNNY

Geto: okay okay you right. That’s mad disrespectful of her

Satoru: I can feel you laughing through the damn phone bastard.😡

Geto: you’re right I’m sorry. But if it bothers you so much why don’t you just, ya know, do somethin about it?🤷🏻

Satoru: … like what?

Geto: idk you’re a smart guy. Just do whatever makes you feel better ig

Gojo stared at the message as he pondered what exactly would make him feel better.

Geto: Hey I gotta go, it’s time for dinner with my family🙄

Satoru let out a huff and crawled up the bed to his pillows. He was sulking in self pity when he got the idea. He unlocked his phone and got to searching.

About half an hour later, Ijichi knocked on his door to announce dinner with his mother was ready. He promptly told the butler to fuck off.

“Apologies, Madam Gojo, but the young master has declined to dine with you this evening.” Ijichi bowed in apology.

“And why would my darling son not want to eat with his mother,” the lady of the house asked.

“I believe he might still be calming himself from earlier,” Ijichi replied looking anywhere but Lady Gojo’s eyes.

“What happened earlier?” She quirked a brow.

“When young Master Gojo got home from school he had a panic attack by the front door.”

“WHAT,” she screeched, slamming her hands down on the table, “MY BABY HAD A PANIC ATTACK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO TELL ME!?” She didn’t even wait for an answer before she was storming off, her black evening gown flowing behind her.

BOOM

Satoru jumped, accidentally dropping his phone, as he heard his double doors being thrown open. He knew it was his mother when he heard her heels clicking through the sitting area outside his room.

“Satoru! My sweet child, I heard about what happened when you got home. Tell me what’s wrong, baby boy!” She sounded a little out of breath, like she ran the whole way to his room she did, but mostly concerned as she barged in. Satoru’s mother climbed onto his bed and pulled her son into her arms, his head to rest on her chest, and began to stroke his beautiful soft white hair.

“I don’t wanna tell you,” he grumbled like a child. Being around his mother tended to make him act like a baby, mainly because she treated him like one.

“Why, honey? You can tell me anything. You know that,” she pressed.

“You’re gonna laugh.”

“I’d never laugh at you, baby!”

“Promise?”

“Of course, my love. Tell mommy what’s wrong.” She shifted her son so his head was laying on her lap and he curled up on his side.

“There’s this first year commoner girl at school, y/n l/n, and-“

“A peasant? At your academy?” She was obviously confused but her interrupting Satoru just irked him.

“Yes, mother. She got in on scholarships. Anyways, I wanted to be nice since she was all that anyone was talking about and I asked her out. I had roses and everything! And that bitch said no! She didn’t even have a good reason. She said I wasn’t her type!”

Silence permeated the air. Satoru thought his mother was about to brush him off, even though she never has before but today has been day for many firsts, when she balled her hand into a fist around the blazer he had yet to take off.

“How DARE some low born, common whore insult my son!” Lady Gojo shot to her feet, forcing Satoru to sit up too. “I’m going to ruin her pathetic, worthless, little life for this!”

Satoru felt himself get angry for the umpteenth time today. “Hey! Don’t talk about her like that!”

His mother snapped out of her rage at her son’s scolding. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she apologized sincerely and sat back down on the bed to let her child lay on her lap again. “Mommy didn’t mean it.” She pat his head.

“No one’s ever talked to me like she did in my entire life. Like I didn’t matter at all.��� Satoru looked down at the ground in sorrow.

“Aw, I know, baby. You should never be talked to like that. You’re worth more than all the riches this universe has to offer. And, what is it you what to do about it, Satoru,” his mother asked gazing down at her boy intently.

Satoru felt a mischievous grin overtake his face. “Well, I was thinking. Since she wants to act like I’m nothing, I’m going to become the most important thing in her life. She won’t be able to do anything without me ever again.”

“Oh, that sounds like such a good idea, darling! Tell me more,” the woman rejoiced at seeing her son smile again.

“So here’s my plan…”

Next Time:

You’ll have to wait and see!

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No One Tells Me No! Pt.3

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Themes: Yandere x school bully

You had no idea this would happen. How could you? He had everything, so why would he care about one girl he didn’t even know not being interested in him? Besides, it’s not like he’d stick around very long if you had accepted his offer. Except he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t see it that way at all. Because no one on heaven or earth could tell the Great Satoru Gojo no.

Part 2 < Part 3 > Part 4

TW: harsh language, threats of violence, obsessive behavior, acts of violence

You woke up feeling much better than you had when you went to sleep. It was as if all the stress from yesterday had been washed away. You honestly couldn’t believe you had overreacted as much as you did. I mean, you heard Maki! He would have tossed you aside quickly enough anyways.

“I’m sure he’s already over it,” you said to yourself as you got ready to head to school.

All you had left to do was wake your younger brothers up and make their breakfast and lunch.

You sucked in a breath of fresh air before you stepped foot on campus. You hated being around these pretentious assholes. It made you miss your old laid back friends more than you already did.

You let out a sigh and pulled out your phone so you wouldn’t have to watch them not so subtly talk about you. You couldn’t stand the way they looked at you. As though you were less than them.

As of you weren’t even human.

Whatever. You just had to put up with it until graduation. You just had to remember that you weren’t here to make friends. You just had to remember that you didn’t care what they thought of you.

‘Yeah, right.’

Elsewhere:

Maki was walking through the halls on her way to class. Early as usual. She had to do better than everyone else just to get by. She wouldn’t let the damn Zenin Clan get in her way just because she was a woman. That being said, she hated taking risks. And she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t on edge yesterday after her little talk with the new girl.

But she felt a lot more relaxed today after not seeing hide nor hair of the blue eyed devil.

“Hey, Maki!” Maki stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a chill go up her spine. She quickly put on a brave face and turned to look at her caller.

“Hi, Satoru. What’s up?”

Maki couldn’t help the flinch she made when Satoru looped an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s have a little chat.”

“Sure.” She was purposefully trying to keep her speech limited so her nerves wouldn’t show. “What can I help you with?”

“You see, I heard from a little birdie that you spoke with the commoner yesterday morning. Is that true?” He looked at her through his circular shades.

‘Of course, he’d find out. Don’t panic. You’re not dead yet. He probably just wants some information on her.’ Maki clenched her fists to gain some stability.

“It is. I was just saying hello. Trying to tell her what to expect from this school and that she’d probably have to work harder than most because of her status.”

“Really!?” Satoru seemed oddly excited about her answer.

“Yes.”

“That’s so nice of you Maki,” the white haired boy exclaimed while rubbing her shoulder which he had yet to let go of.

“I suppose.”

“It’s just funny you say that,” Satoru paused and his grip tightened on her shoulder. Maki’s eyes widened in horror as she watched his emotions turn on a dime before continuing, “because that’s not what I heard.”

The green haired girl could tell that she was now being sized up by the boy she had known since childhood. He’s always been tall, currently standing at 5’10”, and most likely is still growing. So it was more than a bit intimidating.

“In fact, I heard that you said some pretty awful things about me. Maybe even made a few accusations.”

‘Shit! How’d he know?’ No. She knew how. She knew the Gojo Clan had eyes and ears everywhere and he probably made sure to keep some around the girl after his shocking rejection. ‘Keep it together damn it!’

“You’re friend must have heard wrong.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve known you for years, Satoru. You’ve helped me with so much. I would never have anything bad to say about you,” she lied through her teeth.

The two of them simply held each other’s gaze in silence for a moment before Satoru reverted back to cheerful in the blink of an eye.

“I’m so glad to hear that Maki! Let’s make sure that it doesn’t happen okay? I don’t want to hear about something like this again. After all, I’d hate for something horrible to happen to you.”

She nearly let out a sigh of relief, despite the thinly veiled threat. She had just barely managed to stop herself by glancing away for a second. Maki was about to reply when she looked back to the white haired boy but stopped when she realized he wasn’t looking at her anymore. She turned her head in the direction he was looking only to feel a full body flinch at what she saw. It was you. Except you were too busy scrolling through your phone to notice the pair of eyes on you. Maki saw Satoru shift out of the corner of her eye and turned her head back to see what he was doing.

She felt her blood run cold.

Satoru now had his head tilted down so he could watch you without his sight being obstructed by his sunglasses. Maki could feel her face morph into sheer terror as she watch his sky blue eyes widen in sickening glee and his mouth spread across his face in a crazed grin.

Maki kept her eyes locked on the Gojo heir’s face has he watched you unknowingly walk closer to the predator eyeing you. She didn’t think it could get any worse. She was wrong.

As you brushed by him, the girl whose shoulder he still had a grip on could only watch as the brief contact between you two had made a light blush dust over his cheeks. Satoru bit his bottom lips as if to muffle any sound he might make.

“Sorry about that,” you said to him without looking up from your phone. You didn’t even know it was him.

He sighed as he watched you turn into your class room. “How cute. What an unexpected treat.” Satoru chuckled and finally let go of Maki’s shoulder so he could use that hand to gently stroke the arm you’d bumped into as though savoring the sensation.

There was a small part of Maki that thought he might just let it go. That he’d move on. But she now knew the truth as she watched him walk away with a creepy grin. He’s already gone off the deep end.

Next Time:

Satoru finally made it home from school, to the Gojo estate. He still couldn’t believe what had happened.

He didn’t even acknowledge the maids and butlers lined separately and bowed to him in the greeting rooming in front of him. “Welcome back, young Master Gojo,” they said in unison.

He stood by the door in silence as an enraged look took over his face and his breathing accelerated.

“Not your type!? I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING TYPE!?!” After being in a daze all day, he finally let his rage out all at once. He threw his school bag against the wall of the foyer. The maids and butlers remained unmoving at a ninety degree bow as Satoru went on a small rampage. He destroyed everything in sight. Shattering the priceless decor and smashing the foyer furniture to pieces.

A/N: Hey guys! I know this part is pretty short (sorry about that) it was going to be longer but I wanted Satoru’s POV to really be it’s own part. That and I’m working on another fic for an a/b/o Toji x reader. That should be up sometime tomorrow if all goes well. But as far as No One Tells Me No! goes, the next part will be a lot longer as I want it to really portray Gojo’s descent into madness.

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No One Tells Me No! Pt.2

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader

Themes: Yandere x school bully

You had no idea this would happen. How could you? He had everything, so why would he care about one girl he didn’t even know not being interested in him? Besides, it’s not like he’d stick around very long if you had accepted his offer. Except he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t see it that way at all. Because no one on heaven or earth could tell the Great Satoru Gojo no.

Part 1 < Part 2 > Part 3

TW: harsh language and threats/mentions of violence

The rest of that day was oddly quiet. Nothing like what was to come tomorrow.

From the very moment you stepped foot on campus, you could sense more eyes on you than usual. And that wouldn’t bother you if their gazes weren’t filled with an abnormal amount of disdain. You noticed it was mostly from the female students but you couldn’t miss the occasional scoff from the males as you passed.

You seemed to have a target on you. Why? You weren’t sure, but it became increasingly obvious the closer you got to the main buildings. Especially since at least five people had very clearly shoulder checked you on the way to class. You didn’t even know them, so why were they going out of their way to harass you?

When you finally got to your desk you let out a sigh of relief as you set down your stuff and took your seat in the front row by the window. You had expected to receive a less than warm welcome, but this was ridiculous! If this is how they were now you dreaded how they’d feel by the end of fourth year. ‘No! Stay strong, y/n! Do it for all the money you’re gonna make once you graduate!’

You weren’t stupid. You knew that your mother couldn’t survive without proper medication for much longer, she was practically bed ridden already. And when she wasn’t she couldn’t work. The meager earnings you made from your two part time jobs barely allowed you to pay rent and feed your siblings.

“-ey… Hey. HEY!”

You jumped as you were ripped from your thoughts. You looked over to see a tall girl with tied back dark green hair and red glasses.

“S-sorry about that. Did you say something?”

“You’re y/n, right? Y/n l/n?” She cocked her head and placed a hand on her hip.

“Yes, I am. Is there something I can do for you?” You turned in your seat to better face her.

She waved her hand as if wave off your concern. “Not really. I’m Maki Zenin. Another first year. I just wanted to ask you a question is all.”

“Oh, sure. What is it?”

“Are the rumors true?” The way she asked it was ominous. Like your answer would determine life or death.

You sighed. “If you’re talking about me being poor, then yes.”

“No, not that. Everyone already knows that.”

“Oh, well then-” Maki cut you off.

“I’m talking about you rejecting Satoru Gojo,” she said as if it were the most obvious conclusion.

You became nervous as it dawned on you. Is this why everyone has been acting more hostile than usual?

“Um. I mean. Yes. I did. Why does that matter?”

Maki seemed shocked by your genuine confusion and sighed. “Oh, you poor thing.” You were starting to get rather worried. You didn’t think you had insulted him. You had told him he wasn’t your type. You, however, didn’t tell him it was because even though he was supermodel good looking you could tell he had a god complex and an awful personality. You didn’t want to date him but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings either.

“I-I don’t follow. Why are yo-” she cut you off again.

“Do you know anything about how this school works?” You were growing more confused by the second.

“That it’s an elite school for the rich and powerful?” You hoped you were right. This girl seemed intense.

“Again, everyone knows that. I mean the chain of power within the school.” You could tell she was getting frustrated.

“Sorry, but I don’t know what you mean. Are you talking about like the principal, the teachers, and the students,” you asked with a head tilt. Maki sighed again.

“Look, I know you just moved here so listen carefully,” she said as she sat against the desk next to yours. “This isn’t like the normal schools you’re used to. The teachers act like they’re in charge, but they don’t run shit. They don’t make the rules they follow them just like students. The real puppet masters are the three families that founded this school. The Kamo Clan. The Zenin Clan. And the most influential one… The Gojo Clan.”

You felt your blood run cold as your eyes went wide. “Gojo?”

“You’re starting to get it. The second year you rejected, Satoru Gojo, is the favored son and the next head of the Gojo Clan. In truth, he’s an idiot that flaunts his power and money to do whatever he wants and uses his charming good looks and intellect to get whatever he wants. He’s an asshole and a playboy. Even if you had accepted his offer he would have been onto the next girl a week later. Maybe even the next day. But you,” she points at your chest, “you’re the first person that’s ever said no to him.”

Your gaze dropped down to your lap as you took all this information in. Your mind was spiraling. ‘Wait a sec!’

“Hold on though. You said that even if I had gone out with him, he’d just find a new girl the next week,” you desperately tried to find a loophole or saving grace in this situation.

“Yeah, he would have,” a hopeful smile grew across your face, “but you didn’t.” And there goes your hope. “I’m from the Zenin Clan, so I’ve known Satoru for a long time. In fact, that’s the only reason I’m talking to you right now. To warn you. Satoru Gojo is a petty son of a bitch with an ego on par with god. And this morning I saw him in passing. He looked… well disturbed would be putting in mildly. Satoru has more connections and power than you can even fathom, and within these walls he reigns supreme. No one could stop him from doing whatever torture he comes up with. All I’m saying is you need to watch yourself from here on out. Because with one word from the Gojo Clan and not even the police would care if you went missing. Trust me. It’s happened before.”

And, just like that, Maki Zenin left you with your thoughts once more.

For the rest of the day you were looking over your shoulder. Waiting. But nothing came.

Next time:

“Hey, Maki!” Maki stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a chill go up her spine. She quickly put on a brave face and turned to look at her caller.

“Hi, Satoru. What’s up?”

Maki couldn’t help the flinch she made when Satoru looped an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s have a little chat.”

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Yandere!Bully!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader: No one tells me no!

You had no idea this would happen. How could you? He had everything, so why would he care about one girl he didn’t even know not being interested in him? Besides, it’s not like he’d stick around very long if you had accepted his offer. Except he didn’t see it that way. He didn’t see it that way at all. Because no one on heaven or earth could tell the Great Satoru Gojo no.

Part 1 > Part 2

TW: harsh language

You hadn’t even been at your new school for a full week when it happened. Word of your arrival had gotten around fast. Not because you were important, but because you weren’t.

This was a school for the children of the rich. The next generation of elitist assholes. Every student and teacher came from some kind of wealth. Hell even the service staff did. That being said you knew from the get go you’d be the outcast of outcasts. Not like you cared though. You weren’t here to make friends. You were here to make good grades so you could get a job that would support you siblings and terminal mother.

In all honesty, you thought your presence wouldn’t make any difference in this school. That you would just be ignored at best and talked down to at worst. But as it turns out these spoiled brats weren’t used to change. They saw you as a crack in their perfect system. A real problem.

Everywhere you turned you could feel their eyes and hear their hushed whispers. And then, on day five he showed up. You didn’t know who he was at the time as you had no reason to. All you knew was that the hottest guy you had ever seen stepped in front of you on your way to lunch with a gorgeous bouquet of white roses and a dazzling smile.

“Well, hello there. My name’s Satoru Gojo. I’m a second year,” his voice was like silk and honey and, although you didn’t recognize him, the way he said his name and the crowd quickly forming around him told you he was supposed to be important.

“Um, hello. I’m y/n l/n. I’m a first year,” you glanced around and rubbed your arm in anxiousness at the growing attention on you two. When you looked back up at him you could tell by his wide grin and the way his impossibly blue eyes peered down at you that he found amusement in your struggle and that he thought that he was, in fact, all that.

He chuckled. “Of course I know who you are, silly. You’re the talk of the town as of late.”

“Oh… well is there something I can help you with?”

“Indeed there is. Would you do me the honor of letting me take you out on a date,” Satoru asked while extending the expensive looking roses toward you.

You were shocked to say the least. Any of the bystanders would have thought the silence that surrounded you was from nervousness but in reality you were just that shocked. In the end, your mind was made up as you watched the white haired boy shift into a more relaxed stance and his grin turn into a knowing arrogant smirk.

“Sorry. But no.”

“…. Huh?” It was Satoru’s turn to look in shock. He looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.

All that kept racing through his mind was, ‘No way. No actual fucking way this average looking, lowbred, commoner just said no to me!’ Wait! There has to be a logical reason. Maybe you just want to focus on school work. Or you’re not ready for a boyfriend. Or you’re in love with someone already. Or literally anything at all that makes any fucking sense.

“Oh, no. You see the truth is… you’re just not my type.”

What the hell. What the literal hell is happening here! He couldn’t wrap his brain around it. He was always the one to turn down hordes of girls with a shrug and a look of smug indifference, but instead here he was being rejected instead. By you, of all people, as you scratched your head with an awkward expression as if you’d rather be anywhere else but here with him. No one has EVER looked at him like that!

“A-anyway, I gotta go. Lunchtime’s almost over. Have a nice day Gojo-san,” you bowed your head and quickly shuffled past his frozen form.

As you left, your words kept repeating over and over in his brain. ‘You’re just not my type. You’re just not my type. YOU’RE JUST NOT MY TYPE.’

And that’s when it hit him. For the first time in his entire life. Satoru fucking Gojo wasn’t good enough.

Looking back on it, he could vividly remember the feeling of something snapping inside of him.

TBC?