#yan! gojo

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking about Yandere Gojo

*He isn’t violent or forceful

He would be the type to fall for you, but in the all the wrong ways. Unlike a normal person, once he figures out his true feelings, he would probably start to notice just how many other people were looking at you the exact same way he was.

He’d probably feel a little outmatched at best.

To you, he seemed like his normal goofy self, but the second you glance away from him, you fail to notice the immediate drop in that signature toothy grin that he always wore.

He wouldn’t act out, not even when another man or woman gets too close or touchy with you. He’d just simply watch, and laugh it off. Part of this being that he can’t even decipher what he’s feeling for you.

He’d continue denying his dark, and overwhelming feelings until they bubble over and amount to a huge mess, or what he’d call a masterpiece.

That’s when things would really start to go downhill for you.

He’d keep up the act of being your trusty, strong sorcerer coworker, while renovating his home to accommodate for you.

You probably wouldn’t even know what was going on underneath that blindfold of his whenever he’d look at you.

He would be patient, and bide his time. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch you up, and take you “home”.

He’d conjure up the most intricate lie to cover for your sudden disappearance, and him being the best there is, would force everyone to believe him. Not everyone did though, and he took notice of that, but he still played the part, effortlessly.

You’d understandably be angry at him for taking your life away from you, but he’d be patient, and caring. Maybe overly caring.

He’d keep you chained up in his basement that he’d converted into a comfy living space for you, and would spend time down there whenever he could.

You’d never be happy to see him, but that was okay. He was content on just listening to you hurl insults his way. After all, you were safe from prying eyes now, all his to love, and no one else’s. He had all the time in the world to win you over.

One thing that probably unnerved you the most was the fact that he never seemed to get angry at you. No matter what you did, or tried to do. He never yelled at you or hit you, or even so much as touched you.

He’d hug you, or hold your hand if you let him, but that was as far as things ever went. It was understandably confusing to you, because who in their right mind would act the way he does?

There were times you’d punched him, kicked him, scratched him, and even tried to stab him once, but to no avail. He’d just simply sigh, and trudge over to your small bathroom to patch himself up, and he was back at your side in a matter of minutes.

***

You’d begun to loose track of time when you first started to notice it. How he’d sometimes come down stairs into the basement, long after he’d said he was going to bed, and just shuffle his way over to your bed. He’d lay with you sometimes, and others he’d just stand there for a moment, before leaving, and heading back upstairs.

You never questioned it, nor even bothered to bring up his weird behavior, despite how open and accepting he was. You figured it was just him being paranoid that you’d found a way to escape, and was just checking to make sure your restraints were still in place, but that all changed one night.

You were still up after he’d gone to bed, and opted to just quietly read the latest manga he’d brought to your room from his trip in Tokyo. You were engrossed in a page, when you felt yourself jolt at the sound of the basement stairs creaking under someone’s weight.

You initially scrambled to turn off the lamp, and hide your manga, but you ultimately froze when you caught sight of his lean figure standing tall in the darkness. You stared on in silence, trying your best to make out his figure in the pitch blackness of the basement, before he began moving forward. Your smart mouth actually shut up for once, and you looked on as he inched closer, and closer to you.

Once he literally hovering above you, you could see his chest heaving, and the once light grey t-shirt he’d worn to bed, was now drenched in what you guessed was sweat. His hands were trembling ever so slightly, and almost all at once he fell to his knees. In the dim light provided by the bedside lamp, you watched on as he shuddered violently, and filled you in on how he’d always been struggling with nightmares.

You don’t know if it was pity, or just confusion, but you helped him shred his sweat drenched shirt, and moved over on your bed. It was the first time you’d ever done something like this, albeit without the idea of harming him in mind.

You knew it was probably something serious when he didn’t question your intentions, desperately crawling in bed with you, and nuzzling your stomach as he wrapped his sticky arms around you waist.

He was shivering all over, and you found the more affectionate you were towards him, the more he just seemed to melt under your touch. He was fast asleep in no time.

You weren’t sure why, but you ended up falling asleep too, not feeling disgusted by him in the slightest. Maybe you realized that through all he’d done, he was still human.

[vrisrezis]

Imagine dealing with yan Gojo AND Geto... One hyperactive kid and one that somehow u share home with

Bro shit is crazy the only reason i can see them sharing u is cuz they’re so close (and they probably like eachother as well) honestly both yans are very possessive and jealous when it comes to their love. However I think they can actually calm eachother down very well. I think geto is always good at calming down gojo whenever he’s being jealous and causing a scene, (you might be as well but if you’re not accommodating to him…) geto always tries to get you two to come to a compromise.

But when geto is jealous gojo is just like “see.. this is why y/n loves me more..:)” but teasing aside he is so confident in your guys relationship so he’s just like “it’s fine! Why would y/n ever betray us? We’re the best thing they’ll ever get.”

So yea generally speaking I think they help eachother out a lot when they’re being jealous of others but … when they’re jealous of eachother … watch out bruh 😭

[theinnerunderrain]

yan! Gojo sketch bc I can’t think of anything to write guys

[ddarker-dreams]

please, please, PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR GOJO THE GOJO DROUGHT(esp writing) IS KILLING ME

warning for explicit not sfw, reader is fem, and yan gojo being questionable as ever.

"You've really been hurting my feelings, y'know."

Gojo whispers these words beside your ear, the lighthearted lilt masking the weight they carry. You squirm, attempting to wriggle away, but he's unrelenting, pinning your wrists above your head and keeping them there.

It's his eyes that startle you the most. He's made no effort to conceal the mania glossing over them, bright blues coruscating like sheets of ice. They pick you apart at a molecular level, feeding him an endless stream of information.

"Ignoring my calls..."

His finger ghosts over the mad pulse in your throat.

"My texts..."

He kisses you there while his hands explore lower—

"How's a man s'posed to take that?"

—And lower.

"Aren't you being a little too cold with your husband?"

Gojo plays with the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric up along your thighs. You bite your lower lip to suppress the noises dying to leave your lips. He smiles, whistling lowly when his fingers feel the wet patch in your panties. Your cheeks burn hot and you avert your gaze. Chuckling, he steals your breath by tracing lazy patterns against the outline of your pussy.

"Fuck, you're way too cute," Gojo smothers your neck in obscenely loud, wet kisses. "Acting all pouty when we both know you missed me terribly. Poor thing."

"You're so full of yourself," you huff, unable to come up with anything better.

"And you'll be full of me soon enough."

You make a face at him. "That's really lame."

He squeezes your thighs not so gently and tuts. "It's still good enough to get you going. Seriously, you're fuckin' soaked. I should manhandle you more often."

Finally, he pushes your panties aside, rubbing circles against your clit. You try ignoring his wolfish grin when you part your thighs for him. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck, betraying his excitement. He guides your hand past his waistband, groaning shamelessly when you grasp the twitching outline of his cock through his briefs.

"Take it out, baby," he coos. "C'mon. You know how I like it. That's right, good girl."

You stroke him slowly, somewhat amazed by the sheer amount of precum coating his length. In the meantime, he pulls your skirt and panties down, the unexpected roughness almost making you lose your balance. He keeps you steady by lifting you up. You yelp, scrambling for purchase, which you find by encircling his waist with your legs.

"Satoru," you hiss. "If you think I'm gonna just forget and pretend like— mm...!"

"Sorry, what was that?" He questions, all the while rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. "Mind repeating yourself?"

You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck.

"You're the worst," you grumble.

He presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

"I know," he admits as he sinks into you. Then again, this time quieter, almost failing to reach your ears. "I know."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

YOU’RE AN ANGEL, I’M A DOG ; SATORU GOJO

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. thus, he sets his sights on your professor.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, like a dot of ink on paper, dripping with exhaustion; a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching beneath his ribs.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated, from satoru this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you yesterday, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth holding onto, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches that flicker of joy dance inside your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back, so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

[envy-of-the-apple]

what are your thoughts on gojo x maid of the gojo clan reader?

yes but also i wanna merge this with the targeryan au thing i was thinking about JUST HEA ME OUTPLSPLSPLS-

so Gojo Satoru is technically a Targaryen...but he's a bastard so he keeps his mother's last name. everyones mad that his father, the king, had the AUDACITY TO FUCK SOMEONE WHO WASN'T HIS SISTER, so he's pretty much an outcast. he's still of royal dragon blood so he is still catered to, but no one rlly respects him.

maybe you do, some lowborn maid with no house to call your own. you see him as just a kid, so you treat him kindly. Gojo latches onto this, he's half your age and it's not hard to see him as this lost little kid. you think nothing of it when he makes these large claims to marry you one day and you find it a little adorable like 'haha this kid'.

despite being a bastard, gojo does the impossible. he claims six dragons. that fortifies his claim to the thrown, no one dares to disrespect him so openly after that. the king even wants to legitmize him after his feat, but gojo refuses. he wants more than legitimization. he wants revenge from everyone who laughed at him.

with the help of warden of the north (Geto obvs) he usurps the thrown and quickly lies waste to the rest of the family. the executions take weeks to carry out. the king, the queen, his countless brothers and sisters are all mercilessly slaughtered. advisors, hands, any loyalists are killed as well. he cleans up everyone in the castle, honestly.

and then there's just you.

well, he is king now. every king needs a wife? looks like you're gonna get a promotion:)

[wisecura]

Pretty

Suguru x fem-reader p.3, p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.4

Summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN: thank you for reading!

Warning: Yandere behaviors, use caution

the show goes on

You’d finally made it to the end of the year, completing “weaker” missions and steadily developing your cursed technique.

Your relationship with your classmates remained strained, their behavior even more skittish around you than before. Even after you confronted Satoru for his teasing, it didn’t seem to change much.

It hurt to feel them pulling away, nearly shunning you, but you told yourself not to expect too much. If they were that easily intimidated, maybe they hadn’t been worth calling friends in the first place.

Most of your free time was spent with the third years, either hanging out or training. Satoru, ever the prodigy, was improving at a staggering pace. Mastering his domain expansion and reversed curse technique.

You couldn't help but fawn over how cool it was, asking plenty of questions. Which, in turn, fed his massive ego. Much to Geto’s chronic migraine’s displeasure.

You had also managed to get closer to Geto. The dude still made you feel unbearably shy, especially when you made eye contact a second too long.

You couldn’t tell why exactly he had you weak in the knees, whether it be his broody yet pleasant presence. Or maybe it was the absolute perfection that was his face.

Not to mention he nearly toppled you in size and sheer strength.

And did you mention his eyes? So dark, they seemed to pull you in any chance they got.

And his voice? Deep and timber, occasionally purring out yours or your brother’s names.

He wouldn’t ever know just how much you enjoyed hearing your last name roll from his lips. Not for Satoru, but for you.

The way his face would soften when speaking to you would make your heart thump erratically, and your ears go red. It was best just to keep your distance if you didn’t want Satoru to pick up on your little attraction.

After your little spat with Satoru, you two had, somehow, become closer.

Suguru wasn’t necessarily thrilled with how often you and Satoru bickered or teased each other. Or with how Satoru seemed to constantly spoil you. The only good thing that came out of it was that you spent more of your free time with Satoru.

Which, by extension, meant with him.

It made things easier for Suguru, allowing him to jump into your conversations and tease you just as much as Satoru did. He liked to think it helped you grow closer to him—at least, he hoped so.

He was a little ashamed to admit, but he was getting increasingly jealous of the way you would cling to Satoru. It was weird saying he was jealous of his best friend, especially when it had to do with you, his little sister.

But It didn't help that you still referred to him as “Geto”, yet so lovingly called Satoru - “Toru” on a regular basis. Your constant little hugs, and touchiness never met Suguru. And if anything you seemed a little wary of him.

He tried. He really tried. Suguru wanted to bridge the gap between you, but it was hard to find a moment to talk when you were so shy and Satoru’s ever-watchful eye never strayed far.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t learning about you, though. He’d often find ways to isolate your conversations, sending Satoru on drink runs or tracking you down when Satoru wasn’t with you. It wasn’t anything too deep, but just enough to scratch that itch.

Suguru had picked up on so much during the time you’d spent around him. He knew your favorite food, your favorite color, even your favorite video game—which, unsurprisingly, was also Satoru’s.

Being his best friend's sister, you shared many of the same likelihoods as your brother, which wasn't all that surprising considering how close the two of you were.

But despite all your similarities, Suguru was surprised to find just as many differences between the two of you.

One particular conversation—the first heavier one Suguru subtly pried from you—you admitted that your childhood hadn’t been as easy as Satoru’s. You didn’t phrase it that bluntly, but in the way your voice wavered and the words you chose, it slipped out. You mentioned, almost casually, that you were never well-liked around the estate.

Suguru didn’t press, but he didn’t need to. The pieces fell into place easily enough, and he made his own quiet assumptions. The loneliness in your tone, the careful way you spoke about it—it all told him more than you realized.

What struck him most, though, was when you let it slip that Satoru was the only reason you’d ended up at Jujutsu Tech, having never left the compound before coming here. That revelation explained a lot—the guarded way you carried yourself, the dim outlook on life you tried so hard to mask.

It didn’t escape Suguru’s notice that you weren’t keen on sharing this side of yourself with Satoru. Around him, you kept your conversations light, carefully steering away from anything too heavy. Suguru wondered if that was out of habit, pride, or a desire to protect Satoru from the parts of yourself you didn’t think he’d understand.

When Suguru had subtly inquired about your thoughts on marriage and the ever-watchful shadow of your big brother, it wasn’t surprising when you admitted to feeling a little suffocated.

Through the conversation, he discovered there were places you longed to visit, experiences you wanted to try. You even admitted to hoping for love one day, maybe even settling down—a confession that surprised him more than he let on. He didn’t comment, though, only nodding quietly as you spoke, listening intently. In the life of a sorcerer, he thought, desires like those always seemed impossibly far away.

But for Suguru, listening wasn’t enough.

He craved more.

More interactions. More moments. More you.

If he were closer to you, he might have told you he’d promise to take you to those places, to give you the life you dreamed of—free from responsibilities, free from curses, free from anything that weighed you down.

He knew, deep down, that when it came to you, he’d be no better than Satoru. He’d give you anything you wanted, without hesitation.

And that thought unsettled him. Suguru had always been so righteous, so firmly grounded in his role as a protector and a cog in the larger machine. He was supposed to follow the path set before him, to do what was right and necessary. Yet, lately, he found himself questioning things he didn’t fully understand—like why the idea of settling down with someone like you seemed to tug at the edges of his mind.

Your warm, bubbly energy was… distracting. It was unlike anything he was used to, and it left him feeling off balance, unsure of himself. He wasn’t supposed to cling to anyone—not like Satoru did with you. So why did he feel that same pull, as if he wanted to be the one standing closest to you?

If he tried to put those feelings into words, he wasn’t even sure what they’d sound like. He didn’t know if it was admiration, fascination, or something deeper entirely. And if he did try to tell you—whatever this was—it would only hurt to have you laugh it off, leaving him even more confused. So he said nothing, letting the unsettling thoughts linger in silence.

“Toru, aren’t we headed home tomorrow? Why aren’t you packing yet?” you asked, exasperation clear in your tone as you stood in his doorway, arms crossed.

“Oh, my sweet little imouto! I’ve got a surprise for you!” Satoru replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, his trademark grin plastered across his face as he continued rummaging through his belongings, completely ignoring the chaos of his still-messy room.

You sighed, unimpressed, your eyes narrowing slightly. “A surprise isn’t going to magically pack your stuff.”

Suguru sat lazily on the floor, leaning against Satoru’s bed, watching the exchange with an amused expression.

Suguru’s gaze never left you, steady and burning, as you tracked your brother’s sporadic movements across the chaotic room. It was easier to keep your attention on Satoru than to let your thoughts stray to the man silently observing you from across the room.

“What is it now, Toru? You were supposed to start packing days ago,” you huffed, stepping further into the mess. Your eyes scanned the floor littered with clothes, books, and random odds and ends.

“You’ll never keep a girlfriend with a nasty room like this,” you added, shooting him a look of exaggerated disgust as your gaze lingered on the stash of sweets piled high on his nightstand.

That earned a low chuckle from Suguru.

Your stomach twisted at the sound, but you stubbornly kept your focus on Satoru, forcing your eyes not to stray toward the source of your unease—the man leaning casually against the bed, watching you as if you were the most interesting thing in the room.

Ignoring your complaints, Satoru continued rummaging through his things, undeterred. “Well, I’ll have you know, this is probably the best surprise you’ll ever get,” he said with a dramatic pout.

You sighed, already caving. “And what could it be? Did you get me a new phone? I heard they cam—”

“Ugh, no!” Satoru cut you off, shooting you an exaggerated pout and flailing his arms in the air like a petulant child. Always so dramatic.

When you rolled your eyes at him, he ignored you completely, diving into a long-winded rant about how “ungrateful” and “spoiled” you were.

Suguru, still perched nearby, smirked at the display but said nothing, clearly enjoying the show. Meanwhile, you just crossed your arms and waited for Satoru to run out of steam, fully aware it could take a while.

You stepped out of the car, taking in the sight of the gated estate before you. Satoru’s “little” surprise turned out to be a not-so-small estate near the school.

“It’s like a basecamp for work,” he explained with a smug grin. “I need something close by and in the area. And of course, something that would suit my cute little imouto.”

You should’ve expected this. Nothing Satoru did was ever small.

Still, you were gracious. This meant more freedom—no need to return home. But you knew there was a catch. Satoru probably expected you to stay with him, even after you graduated. It wasn’t just a house; it was a house he had complete access to.

But despite everything, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was. A sprawling open garden surrounded by trees and flowers. Several spacious rooms. A kitchen and living area big enough to entertain anyone Satoru deemed important—or, more likely, just himself.

“Only the best for you, imouto,” Satoru said, his tone dripping with pride.

You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes at his smug expression, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Suguru had been invited to spend part of the summer with you and Satoru, and to your surprise, he accepted. This summer was shaping up to be entirely different from any you’d experienced before—your first time swimming at the beach, visiting tourist attractions in Japan, and most importantly, your first summer not spent alone with just Satoru.

The estate felt almost magical at night, bathed in the glow of the high moon. You made your way into the kitchen quietly, a bad habit of midnight snacking that you’d never quite grown out of. Barefoot, you padded across the cool floors, clutching your prized snack, before slipping outside to the patio.

Settling down, you slung your feet over the edge, savoring the peace of the night air.

“Late-night snack?”

The deep voice startled you so badly that you nearly dropped your food. Your heart lurched, and you turned quickly, expecting Satoru—but instead, there was Suguru, leaning casually in the doorway, the faintest of smiles on his face.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” he replied, his voice low, steady, and far too amused.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” Suguru replied, his voice low, steady, and tinged with amusement.

You tried to compose yourself, but it wasn’t easy under his gaze. Sure, Satoru was undeniably one of the most handsome guys you knew, but Suguru? He could easily give him a run for his money.

Internally, you freaked out, realizing you’d been caught mid-snack raid. If Satoru caught wind of this, he'd throw a fit—not because you were out late, but because you'd snuck sweets again. He'd been on a mission to limit your sugar intake after lecturing you about how it would rot your teeth. Hypocritical, considering he practically lived off sugar, but in his house, his word was final.

You couldn’t quite explain why your heart was racing so fast or why it thundered so loudly in your ears. Nor could you ignore the subtle thrill of excitement that came with seeing Suguru there.

You’d read plenty of mushy romance stories and endured countless rom-com marathons with Satoru, but none of that compared to what you felt right then. It was a little sad, really, how easily you were affected.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized you’d been staring until Suguru’s deep voice called out your name.

Your first name.

Your brain stalled for a moment, completely forgetting the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach. He’d crossed a line you hadn’t expected him to, and the way he purred your name sent a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, he approached, his movements deliberate and careful, almost predatory, like he was afraid you’d bolt if he got too close too quickly. It had your stomach tying itself into tighter knots.

A blush crept across your cheeks, your thighs squirming slightly as you glanced away, unable to hold his gaze. You didn’t want him to see you like this—flustered, vulnerable—but it was too late for that.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Suguru said smoothly, his tone impossibly soft yet teasing. “I was actually craving something sweet. Mind if I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the heat in your cheeks only grew as you nodded shyly, unable to find your voice.

It struck you as funny—Suguru, craving something sweet? You distinctly remembered Satoru grumbling once about how Suguru hated sweets. But before you could dwell on that thought, your heart stuttered again as Suguru’s eyes flicked down to the snacks clutched in your arms. At this rate, you were sure to have a heart attack any day now. At least this wouldn’t get back to Satoru… right?

Suguru didn’t wait for a response, stepping closer until he was at your side, towering over you effortlessly. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that left you breathless, almost predatory, though you reminded yourself it was probably just aimed at the snacks.

Before you could react, he snagged one of the bags from your arms, his movement so swift you barely registered what had happened. By the time you processed it, he’d already made himself comfortable on the patio floor, leaning casually against the pillar, just inches away from you.

Your eyes narrowed in annoyance. Sure, you were used to Satoru stealing your food all the time, but your favorite snack? That was a low blow. You bit back the snarky comment on the tip of your tongue and cautiously took a seat, keeping a safe bit of distance between you.

Suguru glanced at you, a faint smile playing at his lips, and you found it impossibly hard not to stare.

“You want some?” he offered, holding up the bag of sweets he’d taken.

“Well, yeah, that’s why I grabbed them,” you mumbled, pouting.

His light chuckle—a sound far too angelic for someone with such a teasing streak—made your heart flutter. Before you could question why he hesitated, Suguru leaned in, holding a piece from the bag up to your lips.

You blinked, surprised, but didn’t pull away. His fingers brushed your lips softly as he fed you and then retreated, the brief touch sending sparks across your lips. You chewed without hesitation—Satoru did this sort of thing all the time, so it wasn’t completely out of line for Suguru to do the same.

Monkey see, monkey do, you reasoned.

And yet, his fingers on your lips lingered in your mind far longer than they should have. Your cheeks warmed, a blush spreading as those familiar knots twisted tighter in your stomach.

Suguru, however, continued eating like nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the lull in conversation.

“I won’t tell your brother about this,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You stiffened, panic creeping in. What was he talking about—

“Your midnight snack run,” he clarified with a smirk, clearly catching the way you tensed.

Your face burned hotter as you realized he’d noticed your worry. You scowled slightly, but the butterflies didn’t subside. Did it even matter what he was teasing about when this model of a man was sitting so casually beside you, as if the moment meant nothing?

Once again, your conversation flowed naturally, the tension from before easing into something almost comfortable.

Suguru felt a deep, quiet satisfaction when you didn’t correct him for using your first name. That simple allowance gave him more confidence than he cared to admit. He decided he’d make a habit of it, letting your name roll off his tongue more often as he tested the boundaries between you.

He’d keep crossing those invisible lines, as long as you let him, with as much subtlety as he could manage.

But more than anything, he hoped—prayed—that one day, he’d hear you say his name in return.

p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.4

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[zwombiekochan341]

♡ YANDERE SUGURU GETO & YANDERE SATORU GOJO FIGHTING OVER YOU ♡

- Obsession & Rivalry -

Both Gojo and Geto fall hard for you, but their ways of expressing love are very different.

Gojo is openly possessive—he constantly flirts, invades your space, and makes it clear that he’s the only one you need.

Geto, on the other hand, is quietly obsessive—he watches you closely, subtly manipulating situations so that you rely on him.

They both see each other as the biggest obstacle standing between them and having you all to themselves.

- How They Treat You -

Gojo: Smothers you with affection, constantly teasing, touching, and making sure you never forget he’s around.

“C’mon, why would you even look at him when you have me?”

Geto: Plays the long game, making you feel safe with him, subtly convincing you that he’s the only one who truly understands you.

“Gojo treats this like a joke, but I actually care about you. You know that, don’t you?”

- Manipulation & Mind Games -

Both of them are master manipulators, and they use their skills to turn you against the other.

Gojo: Makes you feel like Geto is too serious, too controlling, and that you’d have more fun if you stayed with him.

“Why do you wanna hang out with him? He’s so boring! I’m way more fun, don’t you think?”

Geto: Makes you feel like Gojo is reckless, unreliable, and doesn’t truly care about you the way he does.

“Gojo only wants you because he can’t stand losing. I, on the other hand… I love you.”

In the end, they both mess with your mind so much that you don’t know who to trust.

- Extreme Possessiveness & Control -

If you try to distance yourself from one of them, the other immediately takes advantage of the situation.

Gojo might sweep you away, teleporting you to some unknown place, just to prove you belong with him.

“Aww, you’re upset? Here, let’s go somewhere far away where it’s just the two of us~”

Geto might subtly manipulate your life, making it impossible to function without his help.

“I warned you about Gojo, didn’t I? He’s reckless. But I’ll protect you.”

- How Far Would They Go? -

If one of them tries to take you away, the other wouldn’t let it slide.

Gojo would act like it’s all a game—until Geto actually succeeds in keeping you away. Then, he’d get dead serious.

“Okay, Suguru, that’s cute and all, but you know you’re not keeping them away from me, right?”

Geto would act like he’s in control, but deep down, he knows Gojo is the only person who can match him.

“You’re powerful, Satoru, but you’re reckless. You don’t deserve them.”

They would fight over you, but their shared history and twisted bond make it complicated. Neither wants to kill the other outright, but if it comes down to you, neither is above doing whatever it takes.

- Kidnapping & Endgame -

At some point, one (or both) would decide that you need to be taken away for good.

If Gojo wins, he whisks you away somewhere completely isolated. You’ll have everything you want—except freedom.

“Relax, babe~ You don’t need him. You’ve got me, and I’m never letting you go.”

If Geto wins, he makes sure you’re completely dependent on him, keeping you in a place where no one—not even Gojo—can reach you.

“Now that you’re finally safe with me, you’ll understand… You belong to me.”

But no matter who wins, the other will never stop looking for you.

- True Horror: A Shared Possession -

If they somehow come to an agreement, things get even worse. Instead of fighting over you, they decide that you belong to both of them.

Gojo keeps things lighthearted, acting as if this is all a fun game, while Geto enforces the idea that resisting is pointless.

“See? Now there’s no need to fight~ You’re ours. Forever.”

[sourpeachsayshi]

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni)

okay but I don't know why this has me all hot and bothered but your f/o isn't shy to talk about your clit - to point out how sensitive it is underneath the pads of his fingers or tongue.

"there she is," he smiles before going down on you

"ever thought about getting a piercing here? it'll look really cute..." he teases

"so pretty," he exhales hungrily, then pulls out his phone as uses his thumb to push up the hood, before taking a picture like he's found the treasure box.

loves watching it throb and pulse as the blood rushes between your legs, taps the weight of his heavy cock against it and makes lewd comments about "she needs a friend to take care of her"

it's such a fixation for him - how this tender bud makes you writhe and thrash uncontrollably. how he doesn't even have to penetrate you, just glide his cock against your folds, ensuring there is an even friction that rubs against your clit, to see you turn desperately stupid for him.

he loves that about you though. is obsessed with the level of intimacy you both share.

[gojo-mochi]

MDNI! Dark Themes. Dubcon/Yandere/Kidnapping/Drugging? (it catnip)

HybridKitty!Reader who was a stray but a happy stray roaming around the streets, catching fish from the river, and lazing around in the sun. But, suddenly, they get adopted (kidnap) by this strange man. He takes you in his house, forces a collar on you, telling you that it was much safer in his house than the outside world. You try to tell him that you been surviving just fine without him, that the outside was your home and you liked your freedom. He just coos at you and tries to ruffle your hair, treating you like a child.

You hiss and claw at his hand and while he winces back he doesn't hurt you back. Just looks at you sadly and tries again in a couple of hours. The days passes like this for a while, he leaves food outside of the small closet you took up space in. Feeling that it was safer in there, then the room and bed he made for you, you wouldn't eat it for a while at first. But the smell got too tantalizing, the stranger would handcook meals for you and they always smell so good.

Slowly but surely you were coming out of your skittish shell, hanging around the kitchen watching him cook once, but promptly leaving once he tried to pet you once again. However, after you finished your meal today, he asked you if you wanted dessert. This was the first time you heard this so you were curious enough to stay out of your hiding place to see what he had to offer.

He brings out a small bottle, sprinkling some leafy stuff on the palm of his hand and stretching it out to you. Telling you to take a sniff of it. The smell was nothing you ever smelt before, it was addicting to say the least. Even more once you actually got closer to his hand, though when your own hand stretch out to grab some of it, he pulled back, closing his palm into a fist and sealing away the treat.

Your ears flatten back on your head and a needy whine emerge from your throat, wondering why he would deny you the dessert if he was offering it in the first place. He waggles a finger at you, softly smiling, his eyes darken over just a bit. "If you want this treat, you gotta eat it from my hand, ok?" He reach out, palms open once more.

You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, all your heighten senses was telling you this was a bad idea but your sense of smell was overriding everything. The treat smelt too good to be left alone so you venture forward. Tentatively inching closer and closer, leaning your face down to take a good whiff of the treat and your mind was gone at that point.

Your rough textured tongue lap out at the treat, heavy purrs emits from your throat. As you kept on licking the treat out of the stranger's hand, not even noticing or caring that he was practically drooling at the sight, his thighs shaking a little, and his hand hovering over your head. Your small hands grabbed on to his wrist, pulling him closer as you try to get every single bit of the leafy treat, your tongue caressing the skin of this palm now.

He lets out a low moan at the feeling, putting his hand down on your head and finally touchy your cute fluffy ears, fingers rubbing the softness of it, making you purr out even more. You saw drunk people before back when you were a stray and you imagined this is what they must had felt like. On cloud nine and when the treat on his hand was emptied by your lips. The man stood up, hands traveling down your back and waist as he tells you that he'll give you more if you come sit on his lap and lick it off of him again.

How you could resist after just one taste? So, of course, you agreed, leaving behind the shelter of the closet and going into the bedroom. As the door clicks behind you, the last sense in your brain gave out a final warning to run. Too bad, because now the man was also addicted. Addicted to the feeling of your tongue on him and he wasn't about to let you go so easily.

After all, a good kitten gotta work for her treat~

[peachsayshi]

player gojo just doesn't work in my head for some reason because I know for a fact that when that boy falls in love he turns into whipped cream and will follow you around like a lovesick puppy with big fat heart eyes.

[dokidokidraft]

Yan!Y/N: "Don't worry sweetheart, I got a few knives up my sleeve..."

Oblivious!Satoru: "Uuuh, don't you mean cards??"

Yan!Y/N: *Takes knives out of sleeve* "No, I meant knives."

[ddarker-dreams]

We are very thankful with your generosity, Can I ask for Gojo or Chrollo crumbs plis?

"What's gotcha all worked up, anyway?"

Panting, you wipe the sweat accumulating on your temple.

From this angle, Satoru towers overhead, leisurely approaching with his hands tucked into his pockets. Your eyes rake over his form for any opening. Even in this casual posture, with his Infinity deactivated, you find nothing. Not even a sliver that has a one-in-a-million chance to make physical contact. You'd sooner tear the moon from the sky than inflict the most superficial injury upon him.

Satoru bends over, tilting his head as he inspects you. "Shouldn't we be, I dunno, using our words or something? Communication is the key to every healthy relationship."

"You're insufferable."

"Fair, fair— ah, back up already?" Satoru dodges a blow to his head. "Hate to say it, but this is your weakest attempt yet. Need a handicap?"

Another series of jabs fail to come within inches of his person.

"A hint?"

Then another.

"Wanna phone a friend, maybe?" He catches your wrist with a grin you can only describe as maniacal. "Alright, I'm calling a timeout. Can't have you going into cardiac arrest on me."

In an instant, you're spun around. He pins your arms together from behind, rendering any resistance impossible. Regardless, you do what you can, writhing around enough for him to slightly loosen his grip, lest he dislocate your wrist. You hear him sigh beside your ear.

"... Do you hate me that much?"

Your breath catches in your throat.

Memories come flooding through from the high tide he raised. Hours spent shoulder to shoulder, playing through the latest game release. Him trying to sneak bites of your dango while fireworks in the night sky distracted you. You, him, and a blurry third figure, traipsing through an aquarium, without a care in the world.

If he wasn't holding onto you, you think you may have collapsed.

A defeated laugh leaves your lips.

After what feels like an eternity, you admit what you both already know.

"I don't think I can."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hot take maybe but i think gojo is the Least likely jjk man to be a yandere …..

[fortycumber]

There's a war in my head That you can't comprehend

[wisecura]

Jujutsu Kaisen

unfortunately, I pick favorites

🔪 - will have dark undertones (or full blown black flags).

🔞 - will have smutty content.

♡ - a request fic I got

warnings will be put for the stories that have less traditional dark undertones. most of my work will have themes that may be unsettling or uncomfortable so please do not interact with these stories. this can include dubcon, toxic relationships, manipulative behavior, potential poor decision making on the Y/N perspective. I write things I find interesting and if that offends you, then please don’t read.

Red in the title means its a WIP (typed up concept in my Docs just waiting to be finished/edited/published), and will hopefully be released soon.

Gojo x You (my golden boy makes me feral)

believe it or not, this man has his own masterlist

Gojo x You x Geto

╰┈➤Nanny 🔪⭑summary: Isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, you sell yourself to the Gojo Clan in an attempt to change your favorite characters fates. You change many things, and are able to see the boys grow peacefully. Yet now with them out of the clan house you find yourself in a predicament. Your arranged marriage. warnings: small age gap, abnorm dynamic

this is a series: a second?,

╰┈➤Sweeter ♡ 🔪 🔞⭑ summary: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

this has a smutty p.2

Geto x You (he never comes far behind)

╰┈➤pretty (older and discontinued, but if you reallllly wanna read it?)

╰┈➤Pretty 🔪⭑ summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister. And Suguru just cant get enough of you.

this is a series: did you want a 2?, a 3? and a 4?,

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╰┈➤Try the Priest 🔪⭑ summary: Your best friend, Suguru Geto, has a warrant on his head. You hadn't heard from him since then, and you thought your friendship was as good as dead. So why is he on your front porch?

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╰┈➤ My Leader 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: suguru geto was all for the betterment of the world--eradicating the non-sorcerers in society, and collecting people to stand in the new world with him. it's no different when he finds you--an untrained sorcerer, so eager and desperate for validation-- a hint at sanity when no one else could see the monsters around you. but what happens if he takes you in only to find himself changing his mind. warnings: pwp, voyeurism, gore, blood, murder, dark undertones, size kink smut, you aren't in your right mind either, fingering, marking, manipulation, belittling and teasing

Toge x You

Yuji x You

╰┈➤Shine 🔪⭑ summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say?

Megumi x You

╰┈➤Sheets 🔪 ⭑ summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy. warnings: arranged marriage, forced marriage, violence, step-cest, mommy kinks, age gap

this is a series: another? , and another? , this 4?, a 5?, is that a 6?, did i spy a 7?, an 8th??, a 9, 10,

Toji x You

Choso x You

Yuta x You

╰┈➤Desperation 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: Yuta’s really gotta thing for you and you’ve got one for him. warning: abnorm dynamic, knife play, borderline somno, dom material

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╰┈➤Yuuuuutttaaaa 🔪 🔪 🔞 ⭑ summary: You and yuta have been best friends for years warnings: somno, dub/non- con, forced breeding, this one’s a little intense

Nanami x You

AN: This anime has been my obsession for the last few months

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