#gojo treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

#sorry if this feels repetitive #it’s my favorite kind of yandere to write 😔 #something about lovesick Satoru that just does it for me #I’ll never get enough of it I fear #okay I’m done writing for the night #the other few ideas in my drafts I want to turn into fics maybe #wait I have another one that’s short I might write that really quick 🏃🏽‍♂️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[satoluv]

SOCIALS AS GOJO SATORU'S GF

yn.ln soft launching my mysterious lover 🥰🍬

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⤿ shoko.ii : we all know its GOJO SATORU

⤿ geto.s : LMAO SHOKO IKR

⤿ nkento : sick of u both.. tbh..

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gojo.s matching rings with da gf 🤩🤩 (she said yes guys 😈😩)

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⤿ yn.ln stop lying gojo ITS A PROMISE RING TF

⤿ shoko.ii : tell ur gf that she should get one with me

⤿ reply to shoko.ii : she said “no thx shoko”

⤿ reply to shoko. ii @ geto.s : LMAO U prob didn’t ask her

⤿ yn.ln THANK U BFIEEE 💕💕

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⤿ reply to shoko.ii : OFC BAE satoru will pay for our rings.

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yn.ln is this how u take a 0.5? #hopingontothetrend

tagged @ gojo.s

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⤿ geto.s : zoom in and u can see me hanging on a rope

⤿ reply to geto.s @ shoko.ii : zoom in and u can see me choking on my cigarettes

⤿ nkento : shoko.. suguru.. u rly need some help also.. zoom in and u can see me not give a fuck

⤿ gojo.s : haters are jealous 😩🙄🙄 think we did this trend right, no?

⤿ gojo.s : 💕💕

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gojo.s aft gym with baby 👅💪🏼

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⤿ m.fushiguro : wtf is that emoji

⤿ itadoriyuji : sensei can i have ur workout routine pls 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼!!!!

⤿ toji : i can treat her better, im buffier than him @ yn.ln

⤿ reply to toji @ yn.ln : NO. but pls say sorry to my bf, he’s pouting now :(

gojo.s pls unblock me on iMessage baby 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 who am i gonna play pool with. my sweet my queen my lover my ride or die 😭😭😭👅

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⤿ yn.ln : fine only because i look good here

⤿ reply to yn.ln @ gojo.s : U LOOK GOOD EVERYDAY WYM??!

⤿ m.fushiguro : tf with that tongue emoji again

⤿ reply to m.fushiguro @ gojo.s : SHUF UP I ACCIDENTALLY PRESSED IT

⤿ toji : is she single

⤿ reply to toji @ shoko.ii : is she single (2)

⤿ reply to toji & shoko.ii @ gojo.s : no, we’re married, we have 10 kids, 10 cats and counting 😩💪🏼.

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making my debut rn 😅💕💕🍬 i gen had sm fun doing this. cant find any pics w white hair guys THO. likes and reblogs appreciated! 💕💕 pls be kind to me

read my geto suguru’s version here!

@ satoluv do not plagiarize, translate, or rewrite my writings without my permission !

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo smau #gojo satoru x reader #satoru smau #gojo satoru smau #jjk smau #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x y/n #lily writes! ೀ⋆｡˚

[arminsumi]

🍬🎃

trick or treat but ur just dragging ur beefy man around forcing him to wear ridiculous costumes

trick or treat but ur neighbor gives u another treat?? 🫣

trick or treat but gojo eats all the treats on the walk home

trick or treat but u meet some guy named sukuna and take one look at his tattoos and ask "what cosplay is this" and he just looks at u like 😑

trick or treat but its just teen gojo pouting that "you have more candy than me..." and geto gives him his own candy so he shuts up

#its 4 am #this is my brain rn #im not saving this to the drafts #look at my raw 4am ideas lol #anyways #gojo #geto #sukuna #jjk #dumb #this is very dumb

[acerathia]

Trick or Treat

As spooky season finally reaches it's peak, and sadly it's end, you have the chance to pick for the last time: trick or treat?

Treat 🍬

The best choice, the easiest choice. Send me an ask with your f/o, any kind of monster of your choice, and if you desire a certain trope. Just to your taste

Trick 👻

The choice based on luck. You can only ask for a certain character, nothing more, nothing less, everything else depends on your fate alone. Good luck.

A little event for the next couple of days! To say goodbye to the spooky season. I will write a small blurb depending on the ask, but I will give priority to my mutuals if they get too much. The event will go until about November the second, just to slowly come down and to give time to enjoy it. Until then, happy spooking <3 !

MASTERLIST

Fey Gojo (1k)

Vampire Kakashi (1k)

Werewolf Getou (1k)

more coming soon

#ru's trick or treat #<- if someone wants to block it lol #posting this and ignoring it #if no one participates im deleting everything

[theragethatisdesire]

M!! Happy Halloween!! I hope your halloween is filled with treats and fun (cute) scares! I'm very greedy on Halloween, can I ask for both a trick and treat? (feel free to gimme one) for Gojo? 🎃 🍬 🍬

hiiiiii mochi mochi <3 happy halloween to you, i hope it's wonderful!!!! i am feeling SO thrilled that you brought up gojo idk why but halloween is so gojo coded

treats

i think gojo is secretly an excellent pianist. that's so random, but hear me out. every time you get obsessed with a new song, regardless of genre, he figures out how to play a piano version of it. he literally will lose sleep over this

gets really disappointed when he realizes his infinity doesn't allow him to get tattoos because he just wants a little one of your initial right near his heart (he's insane)

begs you to do his makeup just one time bc he wants to see what he looks like with black eyelashes (he hates it and washes it off instantly)

loves to buy you little surprises!!! granted, "little" for gojo is like, $400 but he just can't stop. he spoils you rotten

tricks

i've said this so many times but gojo is like unhinged in the bedroom please

i feel like he is very very composed until he's....not

loves teasing. loves orgasm denial. will literally keep things going for hours just because he can and he knows you're too prideful to tap out

he's super touch-sensitive esp when you first get together bc he isn't used to being touched (the infinity thing)

LOVES PUBLIC SEX. it's literally his favorite thing, to the point where it's been established by people that know you just to roll their eyes and look away when they catch wind of gojo trying to rile you up

#someone please overnight me a gojo satoru #i need him so bad #yum #gojo #rage.rambles #ask games

[strawberrystepmom]

Hi Kendy! trick or treat 🎃🍬 I hope you have a good date with Gojo tonight 🤭

happy Halloween bb!!!! hope you had a great day today and ykw im frothing for him at the mouth as always so things must be going well. here are some treats for u my sweet (🧎‍♀️)

#answered #trick or treat

[kedsandtubesocks]

hAPPY HALLOWEEN ERIKA!!! Dropping by for some trick or treATIN!!! 🎃👻🍬🍭 i find it so adorable that halloween is ur favourite festivity!!!! 🥹 i don’t really celebrate (bc i am lazy 😭 and maybe a bit of a scaredy) but i always enjoy watching ppl dress up and trick or treat !!!!!! 🥹 what’s your favourite candy? / thing to receive in trick or treating ? what would u and satoru dress as for halloween !!!! 🥹

MY DARLING SEL HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Grab a handful of anything that you’d like! 🍭🍫🍬🎃

And omg please YOU’re THE ADORABLE ONE 🥺😭

Dude I totally get it trust me 😭 Halloween can be a Lot™️… the energy it takes to put up decorations and then plan a costume really can get to you 😵‍💫 I do hope you get to at least have some yummy candy and watch your favorite not so spooky movie! 🎃🍂

When I was little any candy we got made me go wild lol now I am such a sucker for these really good pumpkin sugar cookies our local grocery story puts out every halloween and I am SOBBING in joy just thinking about the whole pack I’m gonna get today lol

Also just know I’m sharing some of those cookies with you too 🥺

SEL PLEASE NOT THE GOJO COSTUME QUESTION IM GONNA COLLAPSE 😫

So I can see me and Satoru being Laura Dern from Jurassic Park and him dressing up as a RIDICULOUS inflatable dinosaur because he’s all about being a menace -

But also… in my heart I just KNOW he’s also about looking hot as hell and dressing up a handsome alluring devil in a suit looking gorgeous with his horns on and because I LOVE doing horror special effects makeup and embracing more of the scary parts of Halloween lol I’d go as someone possessed by a demon and just flat out telling everyone this is what happens when you date him LMAOO

But Sel you made my Halloween oh so sweet thank you so much for stopping by 🥹🍂🖤

Here’s your Halloween joke for ya!

What did the mama ghost tell her kids in the car?

Fasten your sheet belts!!!!

Okay okay I’ll see myself out lol

But tell me what’s your favorite Halloween movie?! Do you have any spooky stories/urban legends to share 👀

#I HOPE TODAY IS SO FUN FOR YOU!!!! #LOVE YOU PUMPKIN!! #Sel’s tag 🍭✨ #asks and such things 💌 #sweet tag 🌻 #is that a self ship tag I see 🫣

[gojos-thot-patrol-main]

hi Aiden, how are you? i’m sorry to hear the awful things that anon did to you, you didn’t deserve any of it. They were not making any sense. It’s your work and we were lucky enough to read it, we were so lucky that you write our requests. Your works are great and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Anyway, I know anon in gojos-thot-patrol is now off, so i guess i’ll just be leaving my message here, you don’t have to respond, i just wanna say goodbye and thank you to you here because i’m not comfortable with interacting with my main blog since it’s a totally different blog. (You probably know who i am if there’s only one acc that follows you that seems out of place) Our side blogs might be a bit same though although i cannot interact using those. I hope you understand.

I’ll still read your works, and will still follow you. Pls know that someone was supporting you from afar. I will come back some time later, I promise! My blog will be named something Candy-related, and we’ll be moots! Hope we can see the time for that! Thank you for writing the fics Aiden, you’re the best! 💗

— Candy 🍭🍫🍬

I will miss you so so much candy!!! I understand not wanting to interact off Anon (it's why it was on in the first place!) But I do do want you to know your asks will be dearly missed 💙💙 I'm sorry one asshole had to go and ruin it for everyone.

Your support means the world to me, and I look forward to the day we can be offical moots!! And who knows, maybe one day I'll turn anon back on. For right now though, I'll keep you in my heart 💙💙

Good by for now Candy, I hope the time until we meet you again treats you with all of the gentle kindness you deserve 🍭🍬🍫

#youve always been so sweet Candy #I've often thought your name was fitting in that way #candy anon 🍫🍬🍭

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: faerie gojo 👁️

you knew better. you were taught better. it was damn near hammered, letter by letter, word by word, onto the backs of your eyelids.

avoid faerie circles at all costs.

and yet—here you were. it started off only as a little hop, a skip, a sway of your skirt, your chin tilted toward the endlessly blue sky. before you knew it, the barren forest suddenly grew crowded, more and more beings emerging from their hiding spots. they sang with voices so sharp that if you listened too hard, you’re sure your ears would bleed. they danced so eloquently that if you focused too hard, you’re sure your eyes would pop from their sockets. their faces were so beautiful that if you looked too hard—

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” his voice was a deep croon to the side of you. you hadn’t even noticed when he glided his way to you, his shock of white hair and lashes that framed unnaturally blue eye. he was gorgeous, in his silken robes and lanky figure, his form blurring at the edges when you stared a bit too hard, makes your head pound in warning.

“Hello to you too,” you smile at the handsome man—faerie? was that not what he was, with the unnatural way he smiled too wide and his too perfect proportions? but he doesn’t seem to notice your inner dilemma, instead takes your hand and dances you round and round and round until your feet ache and your chest burns from the laughter he pulls from you.

“Can I have the name of the person I’ll dance with for the rest of their life?” he asks you, coy, when the sun has set and the forest only grows thicker with his people. you’re getting tired, know that soon you’ll regret trekking this deep into the thick greenery. your guard is lowered; you make another mistake; first the dancing; now you’re name; your soon to be sealed fate.

the faerie grins wide at you, suddenly stepping into the circle, dragging you with him despite the way your heels try to dig into the soft earth.

“And now you’re mine, beautiful little human.” he tells you with an uncanny grin, beautiful and wrong all at once. his eyes grow too ocean blue, his hands ice cold where they drag you into the circle by the wrist. your stomach sinks when you enter Faerie, your feet aching, your heart heavy knowing that you’ll never see your family again.

#idk how to feel about this Lol #I love faerie stuff so much tho #I’m order another book tomorrow called cruel prince I think #about a mean faerie prince and I’m excited for it!!!! #but anyway. faerie Satoru that is extremely unsettling in how pretty he is #he gives me Wendell bambleby vibes so hard #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[saintobio]

"Everyone hated the new rich. Even your own husband, simply by how terribly he treated his step-mom claiming that the woman was a status-seeking parvenu who would be in the streets if she didn’t climb up the social ladder by sleeping with his dad."

Oh Satoru this reminds me of someone in your life that also seeks status and wealth hmmmmm, but I guess you "love" Sera so it's okay for you to sleep with her.No one can tell me that their love is pure or real, NO ONE.They are leaving in their own reality, such a fairy tale, full of gifts and giggles and noting more, I cannot see any deeper connection, they're too shallow and selfish lmao They are delusional if they think that they can live happily ever after.

(  "unknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of your romance book" now this part from the introduction or whatever is called i associate it with their relationship, they're bound to brake up bye i refuse to believe anything else skskks)

Anyway Gojo🤮 fuck you and your possessive ass, hypocritical asshole MC could've had the night of her life with dilf Toji<3

I fucking hate him and the way my heart clenched when he took care of her, I hate it so much.I like that he is warming up to her but does it really matter when it all vanishes when Sera is in the room?Also Sera who do you think you are?I get it that you are angry but is it your place to call MC a liar and make a scene? No it isn't, you accepted to live your life as a side chick now live it and know your place.You can't complain that, for once, he was putting his wife on the 1st place.I was okay with Sera before but not anymore,,,I am tired of her and gojo always invalidating MC's feelings and then having the audacity to tell her to be understanding and let them date.Fuck both of you, go to therapy.

This chapter made me so angry, baby MC deserves better, I love her so much my heart is with her (also the heart again go ckeck it out bby please i don't want u to die) I am glad Maki and Mai are so supportive of her, I even liked Naoya lol like yeah please come and laugh at him some more, make him angry.By far Toji was one of the best, our MC had some well deserved fun time with him until the devil ruined everything as always:'D

Thank you for writing this Ai, as always you did amazing, now take care and take your time to answer the asks, we can wait.Put yourself 1st, always!!! mwa mwa mwa ily stay hydrated!!!!!!!!

(and i am saying this again but don't mind the anons who are complaining about the angst just, you do you, the angstier the better<3

If you can't read this then don't lmao no one is forcing you, get out of here and stop demanding things, Ai already asked us and changed some things when she didn't have to do it at all, it's her fic and her acc, you can't take it, leave. Every chapter there's always someone complaining and if I am tired imagine how tired Ai is.*imagine how tired we are*) - 🍬 anon

this was the longest reaction so far sdnsj my brain is fried now but aaaa this was v interesting to read :) thank u for taking the time to send me an ask <33

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #🍬 anon

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo gets so drunk off of you whenever you ride him. You think it’s because he’s spoiled, he says he just loves you a lot.

It’s something about being able to lay back, watch how your hips roll against his, how your clit rubs against the white pubes at his base, how your chest heaves with every moan. The way your hands never know what to do with themselves, gripping his shoulders and chest before gripping your own, touching yourself between your legs, holding his cock at the base whenever it slips out.

He feels intoxicated every time you get on top. The only downside about it is—is he can’t really control himself, either. If he doesn’t hold your hips down and take over, then he’s trying to ward off a too early orgasm. Gojo can’t help it, really, everything about you is just so addicting.

Like now—your mouth is pressed against his, your hands are tangled in his hair, your hips slowly grind against his own. It hasn’t even been long enough for that familiar feeling to twist in his lower stomach, for his balls to twitch so soon. His warm hands try to pull you off of him, but you pull them away from your skin, instead pinning them on the headboard beside his head.

“Oh, cmon,” Gojo whines, albeit playfully despite the concerning way his cock begins to throb inside of you. You shake your head at him, lids lowering as you focus on grinding against him, his cock nudging something soft inside of you to make you moan.

“Lemme take over, so you don’t have to do all the hard work.” Gojo pleads, bottom lip pouting at you. But you ignore it, leaning forward to instead nip at his lip, squeezing his wrists in your hands. He could break away from you easily, but it’s something about the control you’re exerting over him that makes his tip leaky.

“Shut up,” you huff softly, hips starting to pick up pace. Gojo twists a little underneath you, biting at his bottom lip as he tries to stave off his oncoming orgasm.

“Baby—“

“I’m not fucking finished with you, so just sit back and take it.” You bite at him, eyebrow screwing up as you try to angle your hips to get some friction against your clit, hands squeezing his wrists tightly. You glare up at him from under your lashes, and Gojo, the slut, has a moment of awakening when you lock eyes.

He cums almost instantly, with a punched out sound emitting from his throat, head thrown back as he gasps out your name. His cock kicks and spurts inside of you, filling you up to the brim and you can only moan at the warming feeling of it. Gojo is loud with every rope inside of you, bright eyes falling closed behind his lids as he leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

He catches his breath after a few seconds, and speaks against your sweaty skin.

“Think I might’ve discovered something about myself.” He whispers, circling your waist when you release him to pull you in closer to him, making you both hiss.

“That was nothing new for you, Satoru.” You sigh softly into his hair. He laughs at that, and doesn’t deny it. He thinks he might be more transparent than he realized.

#I’ve had this had written for like seven weeks now #that’s damn ridiculous in my opinion #anyway my teeth hurt so fucking bad but I can’t stop eating Welch’s I fear #I hope this makes sense tho 🤞🏼 #trying to get out of this writing rut so I might start a one shot later today too!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo is cruel in the way of liking when you shake when he’s finished with you. after the first time you shook all over when he made you cum, he’s made it a personal mission to have you trembling for him every single time, and today is no different.

“Aww, just one more for me, please?” He asks you, voice condescendingly sweet, whispered into the shell of your ear. but your head is fuzzy, filled only with static, with overwhelming pleasure taking over your entire form. he’s three fingers deep inside of you, crooking them over and over again until your knees tremble.

“I-I can’t,” you swallow, eyes clenched shut. your head is thrown back into the pillows, mouth dropped open in a silent gasp when he starts rubbing against that sweet little spot inside of you. “Not again, no more.”

“But it’s my birthday.” Gojo pouts before he grins, wide and evil. He’s got this glint in his eye that tells you that one more will never be enough, not until he has you shaking again. he hovers over you, his back hunched, glasses thrown somewhere on the floor, his eyes rounded and lit aflame.

“You said you’d get me anything I wanted for my birthday. And all I want is this.” he emphasizes the last word with another crook, another incessant press of his fingers inside of you. you can’t even warn him that you’re coming again when it floods you, entire body trembling as salty tears leak from your clenched eyes. your mouth drops open, a cry tearing out, your hands scratching burning lines down his shoulders and biceps.

“How many more until you’ve reached 34?” he asks once you’ve finally come down, head lolled to the side on his pillow, dazed. you side eye him, swallowing thickly as you think back on the agreement earlier. he makes you shake until he’s reached his age, only agreed to let up if you become too overwhelmed. but you swallow once again, lazily turning to look at him as you paw at his shoulders, bringing him down for a kiss.

“We’re only halfway there, I think. Lost count.” you whisper, breathy, pecking him once, twice, until you’ve lost count. Gojo pulls away when he feels you start to clench around his fingers again, smiling softly at you.

“We’ve got the rest of the day ahead of us. I think we can make it, don’t you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, grin devilish. you wanna protest, tell him that you’re through for the day. but he rests the heavy weight of his still confined cock against your leg, makes you feel how it throbs and pulses when it touches you. you don’t say anything, only nod slowly, pulling him down for more.

“That’s my baby.”

#this……..***** #but I wanted to write something for his bday!!!! #bc I lob him!!!!! #I feel like poop tho my dr says I might have a viral infection #I just wanna sleep but I’m trekking through it and doing my makeup today ☝🏼 #also I think I’m finally gonna write that krampus bkg thing I talked about like. weeks ago. sorry I’m moving so slow 😔 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

our love is god

Gojo Satoru x f!reader Warnings: gaslighting, emotional manipulation (both light but current themes), codependency, get togethers and then break ups, reader cries a lot in the later half lol, cowgirl position, heavy petting, unsafe sex, creampies, baby trapping, hinted stalker gojo, drinking at a party. I think that's all but pls tell me if I missed anything. other than that, enjoy!! Word Count: 8.2k Notes: I can’t write him normally I fear </3 nor can I write a fic for him without including a title from the heathers lol anyway, he’s not as obsessed in this fic as I originally intended, but I still enjoyed writing this so :) I hope you all enjoy reading it!!! 🖤 Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available on ao3!

When Gojo first introduces himself to you, you’re the definition of unimpressed. He’s all pretty white smiles and even whiter hair, shining blue eyes with a knack of typically getting anyone he wanted. It’s why he took such a liking to you and your indifference to him, his status, his charms. 

So, you’re still not sure how you ended up dating him after almost a year of pursuing you. You’re stubborn, you can admit, but also weak for the idiot that is Gojo Satoru. He’s still as annoying as he was when you first met him, but there’s something about him now, that has captivated you. Maybe it was his persistence, or his wits, or the never ending love that spilled from between his ribcage whenever he was near you. 

Either way, you find yourself tied to his hip most days. Even though your majors in college are different, you’re still together more than people expected. Despite living together, being around the other is a necessity, a need, akin to each breath you exhale that he inhales into his own greedy mouth. You have your first class and he meets you for a quick break before his second; you have the whole afternoon off on Wednesday’s and you wait for him at the campus cafe you first met at; you want to stay home to study and he drags you off to a night with his friends. 

You don’t think that he can live without you. Not necessarily in the sense of being a man child and being unable to provide for himself, no. Gojo Satoru could do whatever he wanted, and did, long before you two had met. But, you think its a certain codependency that starts cracking at the perfect mirror that is your relationship. 

“Don’t you wanna be a stay at home wife after you graduate?” Satoru whispers in your ear, his mouth pecking your flesh as he hugs you tight to his chest. You’re on your couch, thighs split open to accommodate the thickness of him, his legs and his cock carving its way inside of you. The way your breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed by the blue eyed man, but he can’t pinpoint if its from his words or the way he slowly pushes his hips upward until his tip nudges that sweet spot inside you 

“What are you talking about, ‘Toru?” You ask shakily, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, burying your face in his skin. But Gojo doesn’t let you escape, instead pries you away from his body until you’re forced to lean back on his knees. He likes this view the most, when you’re vulnerable, when he gauges you with things he knows will require complete honesty, that its harder to hide from him like this. 

“You heard me,” Satoru grins, nodding his head toward you. He holds your waist in too big hands, drinking you with all too knowing eyes, grin too wide to be anything else but devious. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a stay at home wife before?”

“I never s-said that,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering shut when he starts using your body to fuck his cock. He fills you up in a familiar way, a way that you know you’ll always come home to, even when you get that sinking feeling that you should run. Gojo pouts at you, leaning his head back on the couch until all you see is his stare down the bridge of his nose, his Adams apple bobbing when he swallows down a moan. 

“Didn’t you?” Satoru questions, grin widening when he thrusts a little harder than you expect, feeling you clamp down tighter around him. You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut before they flutter open to glare at him, rolling your hips to get some friction on your neglected clit. 

“Stop it, ‘Toru, you always do this.” You groan under your breath, leaning your own head back to rest between your shoulders. 

The few hiccups you had in your relationship with Satoru always centered around his…cockiness, knowing he could get anything he wanted. While it was both a factor that helped you into this relationship with him, it also chips away at your love for him everyday. It’s nothing wrong with being ambitious, of knowing what you want. But its something completely different when that want goes against what your partner is saying isn’t okay with them. 

He’s done this before, with little trivial things. Don’t you love this kind of ramen? Even though he knew you had an aversion to spicier foods. Don’t you want to change your major to this instead? Even though you were sure and loved the major you had before. Don’t you want to change for me? Erase your identity for me? Become one symbiotic being fused into me? Don’t you want to live in my skin, as I want to with yours? Don’t you love me? 

“I do not,” Gojo huffs, leaning forward to grip your head on both sides, leveling your glare with his own relaxed one. “You just have so much going on in that pretty little head of yours, that you forget things sometimes.”

“I think I would remember saying I wanted to waste away all the years I worked my ass off for college, just to stay at home and be up under you everyday.” You snip back, losing your concentration for your impending orgasm, growing more and more frustrated as he keeps yapping his stupid mouth. Gojo must sense this though, as his hands slither down to your hips, holding you still as he fucks up into you hard enough that you cry out and topple over into his chest. 

“That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea to me,” Satoru grunts out, holding you close as he keeps snapping his hips into you. It’s like something within him has changed in just a split second; like you speaking the words aloud have rung true in his mind. It should scare you, that he’s not paying attention to the sarcasm in your voice, nor your disdain for the idea itself. But, he doesn’t stop snapping his hips until you cry out and shake in his lap, cunt clenching down around him sporadically as you mewl into his skin. 

“I like the idea of coming home to you,” he grunts in between breaths, still using your hole even though you whine to him about sensitivity. “With a big rock on your finger, all domestic, waiting and dependent on me.” 

He whispers the last part, squeezing you to him even tighter before you feel him shoot ropes of cum inside of you. Its warm—and always familiar—making you sigh as you slump into him even more. You let him finish before hearing him let out a final low grunt, pulling you into him until your head is tucked under his chin. You sit there in silence, feeling him still throbbing inside of you, and you think he must still be having those stay at home wife fantasies. You want to put an end to them immediately, so you speak up in the quietness of the room,

“Don’t get stuck in your head thinking your fantasy will become reality, Satoru.” You remind him, pinching his side where your arms rest. You can hear his smile in his voice when he speaks, wrapping long arms tight around you, so tight you fear you may never escape. 

“It always does.” He singsongs, pecking the crown of your head before resting his cheek on top of it. You frown, going to pull away, but he holds you so tight, that your breath momentarily escapes you. 

“Well, not this time.” You mumble, feeling the tiredness of a long week start to overtake you. Gojo doesn’t say anything for a long time until he’s sure you’re sleep, whispering into the air, 

“We’ll see about that.” 

…

You’re surprised that Gojo is surprised when you break up with him. You thought he would’ve been able to see it coming, especially since you had started pulling away in your last few weeks together. Instead of spending damn near every moment together, suddenly you were always busy with something else; you couldn’t go to the cafe, couldn’t sneak into empty hallways between classes, couldn’t come to the parties his friends would throw. 

He thought he could pull you into him more during these moments, discuss things he knew you loved, dropped subjects he knew would push you away. But it was too late for any of that—you were checked out of this relationship before your mouth could even form the words. 

“You don’t mean that.” Gojo mutters under his breath, the fringe of his hair blocking his vision as his head hangs low between his shoulders. He sits on that same couch where he tried to convince you that his dream of you dropping everything to become a stay at home wife was your idea. The thought makes your stomach churn—he’s always done this to you. Always planted ideas in your head that you knew weren’t true, but if Satoru said it, then there must be some sort of truthfulness in it, right? 

“I do.” You say firmly, back straight where you stand in front of his hunched over form on the couch. Your body is poised to run in case he does something unhinged, and you’re sure he won’t, but you refuse to take any chances. He gets quiet for a long while, before croaking out a quiet,

“Why? What did I do?” You could scoff. What did he do? What didn’t he fucking do to you to drive you to this point? 

What was the driving force to disconnecting from him? You wonder if it was the codependency that he forced upon you, like he couldn’t live without you? If it was the constant messages of your whereabouts that shredded you thin, when you weren’t around him, when you tried to be independent? Was it the clinginess? The feeling of his skin glued to yours all the time, the feeling of being trapped in his shadow? Was it the overbearing love, the struggle to breathe on your own? Was it all of it? But instead of expressing any of this, all you can spit out is a meekly excuse,

“I just don’t think we’re meant to be together.” You whisper, suddenly ashamed at your cowardice. You had a whole speech prepared on how you would break up with him, how you’d point out his flaws, his incapacity to love you as a person and not as a possession. But you swallow it all down, afraid too much will come back up, that you’ll ruin the front of your clothes with your verbal bile that he won’t be able to clean like he used to anymore. 

“That’s it, huh?” Satoru asks you quietly, craning his neck slightly so that a glowing blue eye can peek through his fringe. It unnerves you more than it should, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand with every passing second. He knows there’s more to it, more that you refuse to say, but honestly, you’re not sure if its worth it anymore. You just want to leave. 

“That’s it.” You nod, finality barely lacing your tone, as you still stand on shaky grounds. You clear your throat and look around the apartment, wringing your hands together as Gojo continues to watch you. 

“I’ll, uh, get my clothes and stuff tomorrow. You can keep everything else.” You tell him, avoiding his gaze as your eyes dart over to the front door. You wonder, if he chases you, will you be able to make it out alive? 

“Where are you going to live?” He asks you, finally lifting his upper body so that he sits up on the couch, his hands folded neatly in his lap. You don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you yet. 

“Me and a friend found an apartment not too far from campus.” You don’t want to disclose too much information, afraid he would find you and pretend that you guys never broke up. Pretend that everything is okay, and be glued right back to your flank as if nothing had ever happened. Or maybe you just think the worst of him, you conclude, when Gojo smiles at you. It’s not as unsettling as you would think, more on the side of acceptance, but it baffles you all the same. 

He unfurls himself from the couch, standing too tall, too broad, too intimidating, despite the fact that he curls in a little to keep you from being scared. He opens his arms to you, and you try not to stare at the bulging muscles beneath his black tee, muscles that are all too familiar and call your name to come running back home. 

“Well, okay then.” Gojo finally speaks after what feels like hours. “I wish you the best.” His voice sounds all too genuine, all too sweet and convincing. 

He’s taking this…well? Gojo, who wouldn’t let you breathe in your own breaths without his mouth being pressed right against yours? Whose heart slowed to the rhythm of your own to always be in sync? Who would hold you close every night, almost as if in fear that you would escape in the night and leave him stranded? He’s…alright with you breaking up with him?

Like you’re under a spell, your feet move heavily until they fit perfectly between his own spread ones, arms coming up to his sides until he embraces you tightly. He’s warm, always is, and smells so familiar that you feel your own heart ache knowing that his scent will become a haunting memory instead of the comfort of home. He wraps you up in him until his arms squeeze your shoulders and your face is buried into his chest. 

You don’t realize that you’re crying until he kisses the top of your head, shushing you to stop your hiccuping sobs as you cling to his shirt. Why are you crying? This was your decision after all. But why does him accepting your breakup hurt more? Why didn’t he fight for you? He would always fight for you. 

“Okay, I have a lecture in about twenty minutes.” Gojo tells you, a signal to pull away, and you do, but it hurts more than it really should. You wipe your face with your sleeve, avoiding his eyes as he holds you back by the shoulders, ducking his head down to catch your gaze. 

“I’ll always love you, you know that?” He tells you, eyes searching your face. You swallow down a hiccup, scrubbing at your eyes petulantly as you nod a few times. 

“I hope you have a successful life.” You can almost hear him tacking on a quiet without me, but he only smiles at you again before pecking your forehead one last time. After that, he squeezes your shoulders before he lets you go, turning on his heel as he starts gathering a few things. He’s at the door in what feels like seconds, his broad back facing you, feeling you staring at him. He turns his neck until his eye catches your own, winking at you once before opening the door and walking out. 

It’s the last time you see Gojo for a while, and it makes you feel emptier than you care to admit. 

…

As time goes on, you start to get better. Things get a little easier to deal with, you start gaining more independence while living with your friend, start going out more, getting better grades. You never thought that you were necessarily a terrible match with Satoru, but you think in certain aspects that he held you back more than you ever recognized in those moments. 

But, overall, everything is going fine. Well, mainly everything, save for your love life. 

You wanted to take a break from dating after being in your relationship with Gojo for over a year, but its been eight months since you split, and you don’t see yourself getting with anyone else in the meantime. You’re in your last year of college, so you’re hoping for some kind of hookup before you graduate, but it feels like something else is off. Like the people around you avoid you when you’re near if they aren’t already yours friends, like they’re hesitant to be near you without setting clear boundaries that they’re not interested in you at all. 

You chalk it up to your past with Gojo, as most people knew you were together. Maybe they’re scared of pissing him off and getting with his ex. You’ve heard rumors from people that he thinks you’ll get back together soon, but you’re not sure if these words actually came from him, or if people just like to gossip. Either way, you try to let it roll off of your back, and put yourself out there to people who don’t go to your school. 

Which still ends up being a dud. You think you just might be cursed, or something. You can’t even get laid with a random hookup! You’re sure its Gojo doing something to make everyone lay off of you, but you also haven’t spoken to him since the breakup, so you’re not sure if confronting him about it is a great idea. 

Except, the choice is taken from you when you find yourself in the cafe that you first met him in, and he’s there too. You hadn’t noticed him, if he was already there when you came, or if he slithered in after you, but he’s there. Sitting diagonal from your booth, facing you, hands under his chin as he yaps away to his friend, Suguru. You remember the guy well, although you were never too close with him, and he seems intrigued with whatever Gojo is blabbering on about, which is typically unusual. 

Your eyes quickly flit back over to your laptop screen where you text who you’re sure will be another unsaved contact from a dating app, pretending to not see the white haired man. But luck hasn’t been on your side in a while, as you can see him perk up from the corner of your eye as his whole body turns to you, his conversation abruptly cutting off. He calls your name once and you pretend not to hear him, but then he’s standing and making his way over to you, and you fear you can’t avoid him any longer. 

“Long time no see.” Gojo greets you, standing over your table with too big a grin. You act surprised at the sight of him, gasping a little before raising your eyebrows, fingers slowing in their typing until they stop. 

“Hey, its been a while, hasn’t it?” You ask, even though you know, and you’re sure he knows too, that you’ve been avoiding him as much as humanly possible. But Gojo only smiles wider at you, cocking his head to the side as he takes you in shamelessly, and you do the same. 

He looks…bigger, than he did before, his shoulders broader, his physique just a little wider than you remember. He looks more relaxed than you think he would be, after you unceremoniously breaking up with him, and then actively avoiding him for almost an entire year after that. He looks…good. 

“May I?” Gojo asks, referring to the seat in the booth across from you. You stutter for a second, wondering if you should allow him back in, even if its in the tiniest amount. You did last time, in this same cafe, and ended up with him glued to your very being. You don’t know if you’re strong enough to unstick him another time. But you swallow and force a smile, nodding once to the empty space in front of you. 

“Sure,” you mumble, trying to quickly shut out the dating app on your laptop, exiting out of the messages without looking too obvious. But its like Gojo always knows when something is up, and he rests his chin in his hand as the other taps at the table, too loud in the quiet cafe. 

“Meet anyone new yet?” He asks, making your eyes shoot up to his own guiltily. But he smiles that easygoing smile at you, making you suck in a deep breath as you finally calm enough to close out the app. 

“No luck in that department yet. Not sure if its an unfortunate thing, though.” You hum, eyes flittering up to his own that are covered by his infamous circled glasses. He never really wore them when he was around you, and you feel weird by the sudden melancholy that overtakes you at the thought. You’ve grown without me, Satoru, you don’t treat me the same anymore. I thought you always would. 

“Me neither, but I don’t think its unfortunate.” He tells you, tilting his head a little to the side as he huffs out a humorless laugh. You want to ask him what he means by that, but you’re afraid of the answer. Thankfully, he speaks before you find out what his statement really meant. 

“How were you grades last semester? Did you end up passing that dick professor’s class?” Gojo asks softly, all of his attention on you, makes you feel a little overwhelmed, and all too familiar. But if its a negative thing, you can’t really figure it out. You didn’t like the constant attention, the clinginess and dependency, but there was something about someone so devoted to you. Someone who looked at you like you molded lighting bolts in hand and struck down soft soil to create the earth. Someone who looked at you like you held the secrets of their life behind your teeth, like some prophet one could only wish to get close to. 

“I passed. Barely.” You mumble, smiling a little when Gojo celebrates with a clap and a small cheer, making Suguru turn around slightly to catch the commotion. He calms when he sees you sink in on yourself in embarrassment, smiling at you all the while with a look too familiar. That goes on for what feels like hours, like the entire world has sunken away, drowned out into a blurry nothingness as your background. 

Here, its just you and Satoru. Here, there are no issues or problems in your relationship. Here, you love him and he loves you and that is enough. Here, your love for him conquers all doubt and fear. Here, your love is perfect. 

The spell is broken suddenly when Gojo leans back in the booth, stretching a little. You feel the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding come flooding back to you, making you slump over a little in your seat. A ding from your computer signals suddenly, making your eyes dart over to the notification. Its from the dating app, the guy you were just texting suddenly telling you that he can’t make it to your date tonight, but that he’d love to see you after midnight at his place. 

You deflate, and Gojo is far too perceptive. He clears his throat once, making your eyes snap back over to him in surprise, and then quickly guilt. But why do you feel so guilty? You’re single, you broke up with him. But its something about the way his mouth twitches at the corner, that makes shame sink deep into the pit of your belly. 

“I’ll see you around,” Gojo says lowly, tipping his head at you and standing before you can get a word out. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, before managing to spit something out, 

“And I’ll—I’ll see you!” You cringe the moment the words leave your mouth. But Gojo only gives you a half smile, reaching out to rub gently at the crown of your head, an act he would always do whenever you did something he was quite fond of. You guess things never really change. 

…

Your roommate had convinced you to go to a party with her, one to celebrate the end of your fall semester. You were reluctant at first, but after the umpteenth rejection, you decide your ego needs some kind of boost. Since it was a little colder, you dressed warm, but still adorned something that you hope would draw more eyes to your form. 

When you get there, the party is in full swing. There’s a loud bass playing somewhere in the house, people littering the dance floor, cups of mysterious juice being passed around to everyone who enters. As you make your way inside, you quickly lose sight of your friend, and it doesn’t bother you as it usually would. 

Tonight, you’re on the hunt for someone new—someone not Gojo. But, you think you might’ve personally pissed off a deity or something, because of fucking course, he’s there at the party. Sitting on a couch between his friends with his too long limbs and dark glasses despite it damn near being pitch black in the house, save for some colorful lighting strobing across the walls. 

You catch his face, a stream of a soft baby blue gracing his features, at the same time his head turns in your direction. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you know he’s looking at you. You can always tell when he is. And he smiles a little smile, tipping his head and his cup to you, and awkwardly, you do the same back before stiffly turning on your heels to head for the kitchen. 

It’s just as stuffy in there as the rest of the house, but there is a little more breathing room. You take a second to catch your breath, mumbling a quick apology to whatever deity you pissed off, before grabbing a cup. 

“Hey, can you pour me some too?” A voice rings out from beside you, making you perk up in surprise. You look over and find a pretty handsome guy beside you, smiling and offering a red solo cup in your direction. He smiles when you look at him, and you smile back with a nod. 

“Of course. Tell me when,” you say over the loud music, filling up his cup and laughing when a little spills over because the guy is too busy looking at you. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing a few napkins to wipe up the mess as he stands there watching you pour your own drink. 

“I don’t usually fumble this bad, you know.” The guy tells you, pretty smile beaming as you look at him from over your cup, mirth shining in your eyes. You cock an eyebrow at him, resting your hip against the counter. 

“Oh, really?” You tease, to which he nods quickly. “So I just make you nervous then, huh?” You grin, to which he grins back cheekily, shrugging a little as he forgoes an answer to take a swig of his drink. Conversation with the guy goes smoothly for a few minutes, before he suddenly turns stone still, looking over your shoulders. You cock an eyebrow, repeating your previous question, before turning to see what’s captured his attention. You don’t see anybody, and when you go to ask him what’s wrong, you discover that he’s already disappeared into the crowd. 

The rest of the night goes eerily like this, like there’s some bad omen just lingering above your head, like there’s some warning sign strapped to your chest telling people to stay far away. Every conversation that you start with someone ends up the same; a look over your shoulder, before turning pale, and scurrying away with some excuse about having to be somewhere else. 

By the end of the night, you have to bite back tears in the bathroom as you stare yourself down in the mirror. Is it your clothes? Your breath? Your makeup? What the fuck is driving everyone away from you like some walking disease?

The answer to your question pops up in front of you the moment you swing the bathroom door open. Gojo stands in the doorway, entirely too tall, entirely too broad, entirely too handsome. Maybe its the few drinks you’ve downed in the past couple minutes, but the alcohol in your belly is pulling you home. 

“I saw you come up here, and you looked upset, so I just wanted to check on you.” Gojo tells you under the muted bass of the music downstairs. He looks so sincere, his glasses pushed down to the perkiness of his nose, looking at you with a gaze so intense, you feel your legs tremble. 

“I know we broke up a while ago, but I still care for your well being, you know that right?” He professes, reaching a hand out to wipe away a stray tear you hadn’t caught. You try not to lean into his palm when his hand lingers, and he’s gone too fast for your liking. 

You stare up at him all the while, silent, taking him in. It’s been so long since you’ve got to look at him, really look at him, and take every part of him in. When you look at him, you don’t see the dependency or the whining or the frustration when you became too independent. 

No, you see the Satoru that loved you, that put you to bed on nights when you put your physical health after your studies. The Satoru that celebrated your accomplishments every opportunity that he had, who encouraged you to do more, try harder, be your best self. You see the Satoru that always offered companionship, even on days when things were too hard for him to handle himself. You see the company that always stayed beside you, the familiarity of him, his smell, his pretty blue eyes, his chest that welcomed your tears and your snot and every cry you’ve ever had. 

Without a word, you fall into his chest, arms still limp at your sides. You catch him off guard a little, feeling him stumble back once before he braces himself, bringing his arms to wrap around your whole body. He squeezes you tight to him, rubbing the back of your head as you hiccup little cries into his shirt, clutching the fabric of his sweatpants tight in your trembling hands. 

He stands there and lets you get all of your emotions out until you finally slow, still rubbing a comforting hand over your head and down your flank. When your hiccups have longer and longer intervals, is when he finally pulls you back by your shoulders. The position is all too familiar, makes you have flashbacks to that day where you changed the course of both of your lives. Gojo squeezes your shoulders when he sees your bottom lip tremble, and he can’t help but pout back amusedly at your watery eyes. 

“You wanna get out of here, and go back home?” He asks you, leaning down a little so that his face is so close to yours. You can see the different specks of blue in his irises, watch how his nose crinkles a little when you hiccup again and nod slowly, how his mouth curves into a smirk when you wipe at your face with the backs of your hands. 

“Okay, let’s go then.” He says softly, unable to resist leaning forward to peck at your forehead. Your eyes close at the contact, feeling yourself melt back into the person you were a year ago, melded into Gojo, and always finding yourself going back home with him. 

…

Everything feels all too familiar, at the moment. You ride in Gojo’s sleek black car late in the night, the windows rolled down and music that you both hate playing too loudly on the speakers. The only thing different, is that you’re still teary, and he’s quiet. 

“I’m really sorry, you know?” You mutter, still wiping away the tears as they flow freely, now you think because of the alcohol. You wish you would’ve been able to have this conversation a little more sober, but its too late now. You just babble on and on while Gojo listens, one hand on the wheel and the other resting in his lap. 

“I just felt so overwhelmed in our relationship, like I wasn’t myself anymore. And I can’t blame you, like, I have to take some accountability for not doing more to maintain my identity in order to appease you. But I just—I just lost who I was and I just needed a break, but I don’t want space from you anymore.” You rattle on, too afraid to look over at him, scared his jaw would be ticking and his mouth would be set in a firm line. The car is silent for a few seconds before Gojo speaks up,

“So that’s it?” His voice crackles in the car above the music that quiets for a few beats. “We were just on a year long break, and didn’t actually break up?” Your stomach sinks at his words, hands wringing together as you try to piece an explanation together quickly. 

“Well, um—”

“So glad I didn’t cheat then.” Gojo cuts you off, making your head whip over to him in surprise. He’s grinning now, big and wide, reaching a hand over to squeeze at your thigh as he tilts his head in your direction to wink at you. You feel yourself slowly deflate, nerves crumbling with every passing second, every sentence Gojo prattles on with about how much he missed you. 

When you finally gain your composure, you realize that you’ve stopped at a red light, and Gojo is looking at you again. You blink bleary eyes at him—so sweet, so innocent—you watch him practically melt in the drivers seat. His skin is tinged with the red of the traffic lights, makes his eyes look even paler, his mouth even pinker. You sigh softly into the air when his big hand snakes up to cup your cheek, finally allowing yourself to relax into his touch. 

“You’ve always been such a pretty crier.” Gojo whispers to you, and you want to kiss him so, so bad, but you don’t. You let him take control since you hurt him so bad with the breakup, let him control the moment, but you secretly wish that he kisses you until your lungs stop. Instead, he runs his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling away, and you belatedly realize that its because the light has turned green. 

Gojo's hand drops into your lap again though, rubbing gently at your thigh as you keep staring at him. He’s talking about how little the apartment has changed since you’ve been gone, about you moving back in, about having some movers ready before the weekend is up. And you’re listening, you are, but its so hard to fully tune into what he’s saying when he looks so pretty and his big hand keeps stroking at your sensitive thighs. While looking at him, you try and inch his hand closer between your legs, so many memories flooding back of you being in this same position before. 

Except, this time, Gojo does not appease you. No, instead he turns to you with a frown, eyes bouncing back and forth from you and the road, as he stills his hand when you try and tug at it. 

“What were you saying earlier? About needing a break before, about wanting to wait?” He asks you softly, cooing at your little pout that instantly takes over your face. 

“Just wait until we get home, baby. I’ve been without you for so long now, I wanna cherish the moment.” He says fondly, tugging at your bottom lip when you pout. You nod, but don’t say anything, dejected at your rejection from him, telling yourself you should’ve known that things wouldn’t have gone back to the exact same. Only, Gojo sees your little pout, and he’s missed you so damn much, that he can’t help but spoil you. Just a little. 

“Unzip your jeans for me, love.” Gojo calls out to you, nodding his chin in the direction of your legs. You try not to perk up too much, but you listen without a moments hesitation, quickly unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the zipper down in the now quiet car. 

You don’t take them off or shimmy them down your hips too far, just a little, just enough for Gojo to squeeze his hand between them and your panties. From there, he pets gently at your cunt, lithe fingers stroking between your lips, pushing as far as he can into your hole that pulsates around the fabric. He pulls and gently tugs at your pubes, grinning when you hiss, and taps his finger against your hole once more. He feels your increasing wetness starting to spread, and it makes him chuckle, moving deft fingers up to start petting at your clit. 

You sigh softly, dropping your legs open as much as you can with the restrictive material, holding onto Gojo’s arm like a life jacket. And he lets you, coos down to you about how sensitive he forgot you were, how swollen your little clit is already, how you’re seeping through your panties, how dirty you’ve always been for him. When you feel close to coming, from being untouched in so long, from missing his fingers so much, he suddenly stops. 

You whine, digging your nails into his arm as you blink at him confusedly. But Gojo is already pulling into the apartment complex, grinning all the while. 

“Don’t worry,” he says, tapping your clit once, twice, with the pad of his finger to watch your hips stutter. “I’ll get you what you want in no time.”

…

Falling into bed with Satoru is as familiar as breathing, as walking, as loving him. Feels as familiar as waking up beside him and being welcomed by your favorite coffee drink and being kissed despite your morning breath. Feels as familiar as your skin melting into his own, as sharing a set of lungs and kidneys, as your hearts beating the same pattern that is all too familiar with you both. 

When he sinks his cock into your aching heat, you feel like all is right in the world again. What were you thinking before, when leaving him? How could you do that to him, to the both of you? Why would you ever leave when Satoru always felt this good?

You moan into his mouth when he lays on top of you, flat on your back with one leg over his shoulder, as he traps your other leg between his thighs. His pubes brush against your clit when he leans into you, his fringe brushing away the sweat starting to gather on your forehead, huffing a laugh against your lips. 

“Did you miss this? Miss me? I haven’t heard you say it enough tonight.” Gojo teases you, rolling his hips into your sweet cunt with every word. Your eyebrows screw up at the pleasure, and he can’t help but blink bleary eyes open to admire how pretty you look under him. You nod quickly, nose bumping against his as you wrap your arms tight around his shoulders. 

“Missed you so much. ‘M so sorry for leaving,” you babble on, grinding your hips into his, feeling him throb deep inside of you at your words. He groans, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lips, dipping it inside when you so graciously welcome him in. 

“You miss me, or was it just my cock?” Satoru asks against you, laughing a little when you quickly shake your head, holding him tight to you. 

“Missed you, missed you so fuckin’ much, ‘Toru.” The sound of his nickname falling from your lips makes him groan into your cheek, pulling his hips back to fuck into you a little harder. He holds the back of your head until your foreheads press together, eyes staring at your fluttering ones from the pleasure, drinking in every piece of you that he can get. 

“You still love me, don’t you? Didn’t forget about how much, right?” Satoru asks, hips starting to slam into yours, pace quickening. Your moans are stuttered with every breath, and you’re sure you’d be sliding up the bed if he didn’t keep such a tight grip on you. You throw your head back with a little yelp when he suddenly presses a wet thumb to your clit, rubbing it in quick little circles. 

“Huh? Did you forget all your love for me?” Gojo sounds disappointed in you, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Your hands find his nape and his scalp, pulling as soft as you can as you blink a few times through the tears of pleasure. 

“No, never, I could never forget, ‘Toru. Love you so much, so, so much,” you chant your love for him, holding on for dear life to his skin when he starts fucking you with renewed passion. Your words make his cock throb from deep inside of you, make him wanna bring you to the edge just like how he used to. 

And he does, but only this time, he doesn’t let you jump from the edge, no. Instead, Gojo pulls out, shushes your cries with a kiss to your greedy mouth as he moves your leg from his shoulder. He positions you until your lower body is twisted to the side, legs tight together, pretty plump lips peeking from between. He slots his dick back inside of you, comfortable and familiar, sinking in deep and growling at your squeak at how thick he feels in this position. 

“Fuck, feels like you’re splitting me open, ‘Toru!” You whine, reaching out for him when he sits up on his knees. He leans into you, lets you cup his cheek, sucks your thumb into his mouth when it falls open. Gojo looks rabid now, his glasses slipping off of his face as his hips slam into you. Usually, he wouldn’t be so desperate, but you’ve deprived him of this sweet pussy far too long for him to be rational about any of this. 

“You like that? Yeah?” Satoru asks you, one hand holding your hip, the other reaching out to squeeze one of your tits in his hand. You push your chest out to him, nodding and hiccuping as you moan with every thrust inside of your aching cunt. 

“Yeah,” you whine back, eyes glossy as your hands fall back, one holding onto your pillow beneath you that smells just like his shampoo. The other grips the back of his hand that holds your tit, eyes screwing shut when he sneaks down to start thumbing at your clit again. 

“You’re so desperate for me, isn’t that right?” Satoru coos down at you, glasses falling from his face, bouncing off of your hip. He pants from above you, his usual carefully styled hair going awry and all over his head, licking his lips as he stares down at you. You nod quickly, holding on for dear life as you start feeling your orgasm starting to creep on you again. 

“Must’ve been miserable everyday without me, without my cock.” Satoru groans down, leaning back on his knee as he keeps fucking you to admire the sight. He throws his head back when you squeeze your thighs even tighter, cunt clamping down around him, gritting his teeth all the while. 

“Knew you’d come crawling back to me, it was only a matter of time. You looked so pretty doing it,” He growls, watching your telltale signs that your orgasm is near. But, Gojo is a petty bastard, and still insists that he makes you wait. For all its worth, its the least you could do for breaking his heart over needing stupid space. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re on the brink of your orgasm before pulling out once more. You groan and whine this time, but he only manhandles your body until you’re on your stomach, thighs pressed together once more. He cages your legs between his own, pulling at your cheeks until they spread for him, and he takes a second to admire the pretty sight before him. Gojo can’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to your dripping hole, feeling you clench down quickly and squeak. 

He laughs at you and smacks a hand down on your ass before sitting up again, holding his base so that he can tease his cock at your hole. You whine for him to stop teasing you, to put it in already, make you cum like he has so many times before. 

And he does just that; pressing his leaky tip in inch by slow inch until you’re full of him. You let out a filthy moan until his base and balls are snuggled into your ass, whole body going limp below him. You let him use you as you please, head feeling fuzzy the entire time as he leans his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you. 

“Our love is so strong, isn’t it?” Gojo hums into your ear, committing to slow strokes this time, because he likes how you quiver underneath him when he grinds his tip against your sweet spot. “Feels like nothing could ever break it, like nothing could ever come between us.” 

He kisses your shoulders as he speak, intertwining his fingers into yours, holding your hands where they rest on the pillows beneath you. Its an intimate gesture, makes you swallow the cry that wants to rip out of your throat, burying your face into fluffy fabric that smells of him to moan loudly. 

“You wanna make it even stronger, don’t you?” Gojo whispers under his breath, feeling his cock brush your sweet spot over and over until it drives you crazy. All you can do is nod, squeezing his hand as he nibbles at your ear. 

“Let’s have a baby, together.” His words should alarm you, and so should the lack of a condom that you’re just now realizing. So should how sinister his voice has become, and how his cock swells and kicks inside of you at just mentioning it. 

But, it doesn’t. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more, supported an idea as much as you did in that vert moment. 

“How’s that sound? Really solidify our love for each other, right?” Satoru pushes and pushes and pushes until you’re teetering on the edge once more. You know, that if you answer correctly, he’ll let you finally jump over. So you do. 

“Put a baby in me, Satoru,” you demand of him, words muffled by your face in the pillows. Gojo groans loud at that, eyes squeezing shut as he thrusts into you so hard that it sends you up the bed, the friction on your clit finally making you reach your orgasm. You cry out loudly, head flying back as Gojo shushes you, mouthing at your throat all the while your legs kick up and your toes curl. 

“And after this, you can make your dreams of being a stay at home mom finally come true.” You drown his words out as you cum, shaking beneath him as you gush all over his cock, long awaited after being denied three times tonight. You think its worth it, even though the back of your mind convinces you that you’ve just made a deal with the devil himself. 

But its hard to be upset when Gojo cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim as he groans into your cheek. His hips keep bucking and stuttering inside of you, fucking his cum back in when you feel it start to slowly slip out. He doesn’t let even a drop slip from around his cock, keeps fucking you and fucking you until you cry about being sensitive. Only then, does he pull out, but he props your tired hips up. 

“Can’t let any of it go to waste, right?” You can hear the grin in his voice, but you’re too tired to tell him you started birth control a few months ago. He rubs your hips and your ass, fingering his cum back in every time your hips shake from exhaustion. Only when you collapse on the bed, knocked out cold, does he let up. 

Gojo sits back on his knees to admire you, the fingertip shaped bruises on your hips, your spent cunt, your drooling mouth, your shut eyes, and wonders. Wonders how you’ll feel years down the line when—and if—he finally tells you how he got you back. While he made you think it was because he allowed you space and time, you couldn’t be further from the truth.

After your breakup, Gojo was always there. Always lingered around the corner, always looked out for you because no one else in this world would. Even if that meant scaring off potential dates, and getting rid of the more persistent ones. Even if it meant having to watch from afar as you tried to move on from him. Even if it meant switching out your birth control for placebos that you were none the wiser of. 

He just loved you so fucking much, and his love for you was stronger than anything in the universe, and he would do—and did— anything to get it back. Even if you would never know of the sins he committed to have you again. 

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#—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬 #jjk sweets! 🍬 #tw: yandere #tw: gaslighting #tw: emotional manipulation

[crybaby-bkg]

okay but like....low key kinda creepy landlord gojo who is just a bit too friendly with you, his new tenant.

he's been renting out his home in some far away spot, secluded from most of society. you thought it was more like a temporary situation, a getaway spot for a week or two, but after discussing more over the phone, you find out that its quite the opposite. the landlord, Gojo he calls himself, tells you that the place is up for leasing if you really wanna stay there. that he'd even cut the price of rent for you after confessing that its a bit out of your price range month-to-month.

you should've seen his eagerness as a red flag, that you, a lonesome body by yourself, would be living in this big space all alone for god knows how long. should've been a little worried with how much he lowered the rent, his urgency to move you in as soon as possible. even offering up his own hand to help you move things in.

but, it's something about a pretty face that just disarms you.

landlord gojo that walks you through the space after you first sign the lease. he's pretty in the face and tall with too big hands and too pretty dimples and grin. he's full of wit and charm and flirty little jokes, makes you fantasize about where he's been intimate in this home before renting it, and if he would return to his roots for you.

landlord gojo that pops in occasionally, knocking a few times and waiting for you to let him and the store brought cookies inside the warmth of the house. he brings you expensive wine and little knickknacks he's collected on his job trips, and you think he's a little friendlier than a landlord should be. but you don't mind; he's kind and he gives you the best company during your prolonged stay away from the busy city life.

but also - landlord gojo who breaks into your house when you’re not home. but is it really breaking in though, when he owns the place? is he really doing something bad by letting himself in, when this is technically his property?

maybe letting himself in isn't so bad - but going through your things is. it starts off innocently enough, with him rummaging through your fridge to see if you ate the plate of cheese and crackers and grapes he brought you two days ago. then he looks through the photo album you hide under the coffee table, and then your cabinets and then -

and then your dresser drawers. finds himself holding up baby blue lace panties with a delicate trim, the shade closest to his eye color. he pockets those, but goes for the real gold after that - your dirty laundry hamper.

maybe he is wrong for resting in your bed with his head buried in your pillow to gather your scent while fisting his cock with your used panties wrapped around his shaft. sue him! you shouldn't be such a fucking cock tease with your sweet texts to him whenever there's a leak in the bathroom and your soft eyes whenever he grins at you. shouldn't be so fucking intoxicating with your addictive smelling perfume and plush looking tits that he knows would smell even better.

with a grunt, gojo cums in the panties he's holding tight around his cock, huffing through his nose at the intensity of it all. and after sitting there for what feels like forever, he cleans himself off with a stuffed bunny on your bed. he hopes you find the little treat he's left you, crusted and white and smelling of him. he hopes you find it, panicked and scared, and call him to tell him that someones broke in. that you need saving, that you need him to stay there with you and make sure you're safe.

maybe then he'll reveal that he never moved out of the house in the first place.

#ive been very depressed for the past like 8 months bc of grief and such #and ive found it hard to like read and write and interact with creative works #but for the past day ive been reading a lot more and I forgot how much it helps with writing! #HUZZAH!!! #anyway lol I hope you all enjoyed this #I like him creepy and a little unhinged I fear #I have another bkg wip but idk if ill write it tonight bc im still tryna word it lol #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

I I I think gojo likes to be bullied a bit, mainly because he never thought someone could, or would even have the gall to do something as outlandish as try to bully him. but then you come around, kinda snappy and a little mean. don’t fall for his antics, despite how persistent he is. he can usually wither people down by now, but you’re so goddamn stubborn and still have that sharp tongue and frown only he ever sees.

and he realizes after a while just how much your antics really turn him the hell on??? it makes him wanna pick with you even more, just to be victim to your insults and jabs to his chest when he tries to look over you.

#and he loves it even more when you f—*shot dead* #I thot about this earlier and then completely forgot and then remembered again but also forgot key elements #I hate him I wanna be so mean to him #(lie) #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

whenever gojo gets too annoying n clingy you just hand him one of those enrichment toys and he leaves you alone for a solid six minutes bc this shit is harder than it looks but he has to finish it before he seeks you out again

#I thought about this at 3am and made myself ugly laugh #he’s sooo uninterested until you act like you’re doing it yourself #then he just takes over and is fucked up about it bc it’s not that easy lol #just imagining him tryna do those little puzzles and underestimating it #you find him at the kitchen table at like 5am bc he found another you were hiding and he can’t figure it out skdjdkdj #this is so bad I’m sorry lmfao #gojo treats! 🍬