yandere!satoru gojo x reader. synopsis. for some reason you seem to want to leave him, run and hide from his grasp of care and safety, but why? you’re better off with him… cw. yandere stuff, a little angst. wc. 1.7k. read on ao3!
gojo might seem like the nicest most attentive person you will ever meet. he cracks jokes in the most inconvenient of times, and he has a pompous personality at times, arrogant even. and he is, but when it comes to the things he cares for the most he becomes more ruthless than usual. like now, you’re sitting on his bed, the scent of lavender detergent fills your nostrils and the strong smell of very expensive cologne fights it’s way up there as well.
you’re beyond tired, annoyed, you can’t stand it anymore, any of it. first; it’s the way he talks to you like he knows everything in the world and you don’t, second; it’s the way he acts around you, like you’re some small kitten that might hurt itself by crawling into the wrong hole, third; it’s that stupid smell, his smell. it’s everywhere you can’t escape it: it’s in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen. everywhere.
your day is the same as always—he leaves for work, and you spend the day roaming around his penthouse doing absolutely nothing until he comes home. beside a few mundane things like reading a book, cooking (yourself and yourself only) a meal, watching tv that only has a a few channels that catch your interest. on some days—when you miss your old life particularly more than you usually do—you spend most of your time wailing and crying your heart and eyes out.
you can almost feel your heart physically aching inside of you, it feels as though it is physically trying to escape from your rib cage. your chest feels tight like there is no room inside for your diaphragm to contract nor expand. you squeeze your hands into fists and hold in hopes of the trembling to halt but it never does, no matter how long you hold.
you try your hardest to stop your laments before gojo gets back, but some days, like today, it hadn’t worked. you hear the front door open and then close before you hear the familiar locks click into place. once again trapped. then it’s footsteps, and he’s making his way to the bedroom.
the second the door opens you avert your gaze towards a wall in the opposite side of the room. you knew if he saw you sobbing the way you are his first action would be to comfort you and inquire you about why you’re crying (it’s more demanding if anything; you won’t be leaving this conversation until he gets the answers he wants). truthfully, you didn’t know why you thought looking away from him would do much to cover you tear stained face and you puffy eyes.
from the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards where you are seated on the bed and sit in front of you. you feel the touch of his hand on your thigh and it begins to caress up and down in a slow motion. gojo tilts his head to the side to get a better look at your face but you still refuse to make eye contact.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone more sincere than it would normally be, but there’s still a particular unpleasant frown on his face. “why are you crying? did something happen?” he’s asking too many questions that all mean the same thing, and he knows that your answer will be the exact same as it was the last hundred thousand times.
you try to make an effort to push his hand off your thigh but it does nothing so you quickly give up, opting to scratch at the top of his hand in hopes of making it unbearable to comfort you with touch. eventually, when you don’t answer his other hand reaches for your face and with a tight enough grip on your chin he turns your face towards his.
you realize that you’re going to have to answer one way or another, so you decide to go with the option that involves you choosing for yourself. with your bottom lip quivering and with more tears falling from your lash line you stutter out your quiet answer: “i miss my family.”
you hold back a guttural sob as you watch gojo smile in that mocking way he always does when he pretends to feel bad for your predicament. “aw, you poor thing,” he says, and you think you hear a small laugh.
you try to look down but the grip he still has on your jaw prevents you from turning your head anywhere that isn’t his face. “why can’t you let me go?” you sniff back snot that threatens to drip from your nose, “i promise i won’t tell anyone, just…just let me go. let me leave, please.” more tears spill out of your eyes.
“you know i can’t do that.” he says it in such a way that makes more tears spill out of your eyes. you don’t want to hear it, you don’t want to hear another thing from him. you don’t want to feel his hands on your body, and you especially don’t want to smell him in every single corner of your new life.
“why?” you sob out, as your salty tears made contact with his hand that is still holding your face.
he laughs this time, loud enough for you to hear it.
“well, who’s going to keep you safe if i let you go? huh? i know you can’t handle what’s out there all by your lonesome, and i sure as hell can’t tie you to my leg so i know where you are at all times…but that does sound like an interesting idea…anyway. with you safely in here i knew exactly where you are and what you’re doing at all times.”
he points to the camera in the corner of the room, and it’s just like the ones he has all over the house to watch you while he’s away at work, often for days at a time.
your eyes bore holes into his condescending smile, watching it grow. you want him gone, you want him dead. “you can’t do that!” you yell at him and shake you head, tears falling everywhere. “you can’t just keep me here forever!” your hands fly to his chest and you bang your fists against him, each hit gaining more and more power. before you get the chance to hit him again he manages to catch both of your wrist in his hands.
“hey, come on now, i’m just keeping you from harms way.” a frown makes its way onto his face again, but it’s nothing more than patronizing. the hold he has on your wrist feels suffocating, your breath becomes ragged once again when you tried to and failed to rip yourself out of his painful grip.
you’re back where you started. “please, gojo,” you beg, “you can see me whenever you want, i just want to see my family, that’s all i want.” your head falls into his lap, it’s is quite undignifying, very actually.
saying his name has always been rather difficult for you, especially when it came to his first name. you hated the idea of giving into his pleas and saying it just like he wants, because it would mean you had come to terms with living here, with him, in your new life. and that was the last thing you wanted.
“i told you no.” his voice is stern and direct, even with your head in his lap, with your hands bound by his in a tight clutch, he still refuses to take your words into consideration, even. “we’ve been over this before, haven’t we? you need to start listening to me. i’m trying to keep you safe, you don’t know what’s out there.”
you sob into the material of his pants letting out incoherent nonsense that can roughly be translated into ‘please i want to go home’, but how silly because you are home. you’re home and safe from all those monsters he tells you about, that latch onto you and feed off of you draining you of everything; you think that this so called ‘monster’ has already caught you in its claws.
he finally lets go of your wrists and brings his hands to cup your cheek and drag your limp body up to look at him. he wipes your continuous stream of tears with the pads of his thumbs and coos softly, “you shouldn’t cry so much you’ll get a headache.”
it only makes you want to cry harder. your breathing grows laboured as you try to speak back to him, but every word is consumed by a hiccup and more tears.
he hums in amazement at your state. “how about i go make us some food? how does that sound?”
“i’m not hungry.”
“i could order us something? what do you want?” that stupid smile you hate so, so much won’t leave his face.
“no,” you spit back without thinking, “i just want to go home.”
“you’re still stuck on this?” he barely holds back and eye roll. “that’s becoming a problem.”
there’s nothing but complete silence after that. his face is blank of the smile he previously wore, and his hands had dropped from your face, and they are now planted on his own thighs. you blink once, twice, thrice…you hold back your sobs but your tears never stop.
“stop asking and let’s go eat.” is the last thing he utters before getting up and walking out of the room. you knew you definitely overstepped the line, something was going to happen whether he tells you or not, either way, it will be you paying later tonight or one of your family members in the nearest future.
when you had originally met gojo this was the last thing you had thought would occur, you thought that you might have finally found a good boyfriend. but no, happiness comes with a hefty price, and it wasn’t one you were willing to pay, so fate chose your other option for you. but there really wasn’t any other option, he was going to have you either way whether you liked it or not. whether you wanted him or not.
just imagine gojo putting you into a mating press. after not being able to see you for so long, what else would he want to do? he’s missed your pussy so much, mumbling unintelligible things into your ear while he abuses your cunt.
he’s so focused on his own pleasure, all he could think about was cumming and making sure you’re his. gojo’s glowing icy blue eyes pierced through yours. he wraps his large hand around your neck, squeezing slightly.
“so– haaah.. perfect! fuck, missed this s’much, missed you too, pretty,” gojo babbles, a bunch of broken moans slip from his mouth. he’s so pretty when he gets all worked up. all of his muscles start to tense up, half-lidded eyes staring into your soul, his reddened cheeks, and his swollen lips.
gojo can’t get enough of your pussy, it’s like you were made for him! he presses his tip deep inside of you, making you whimper. his hips are moving uncontrollably at this point! you just feel too good! gojo’s stuffs his face on your neck, muffling his sounds to hear yours better.
feeling his balls tighten up he starts to ram into you faster. he keeps on hitting that spot with every thrust he gives you. you’re losing yourself in the pleasure, eyes rolling back as you’re seeing stars.
he can’t help but whine when you clench around him tightly, a ring of cream spreading on his dick. “god, you- fuck. you’re really drivin’ me cr-crazy, baby,” gojo’s thrusts become erratic and rough, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.
you’re his territory. the idea of filling you up to the brim makes him go insane. his nostrils flare as he gets closer to his orgasm. white hair sticking to his forehead, pressing his forehead against yours.
the coil snaps and he releases his hot seed inside of you, making you moan. cum flows out of your pussy as he pulls out.
then, he slams back in.
“g’nna make sure you know that you’re mine and mine only, baby,”
im around halfway through the first book of the poppy war is there still a fandom? but holy crap im so invested rf kuang is insane because wdym this was her debut novel aaaAAAhhhHh
also id like some jiang ziya fanart RIGHTAWAY thank you very much:)
i have a vision , for satosugu . listen ; after suguru dies , and satoru has to take his body to jujutsu high to burn ( he won't let them obviously lol ) , he's seeing young suguru's images everywhere ? in the hall that he walks along with suguru's body on the rolling bed , outside from the windows , laughing and waving at him , in the class , sleeping . all the while fourth of july by sufjan is playing .
