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I need more of cult leader gojo (take your time please) it's so so so good!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Aww, I’m so glad so many people like the cult leader Gojo trope, I’m down bad for it too ngl

I would love to but I don’t know how to continue or what to write about 😩😩

If y’all have any ideas send em in, I will try to deliver 🫡

[tojissidewhore]

Cult leader Satoru Gojo

Obsessed!SatoruGojo x reader ft. brother Suguru

The one where Gojo goes insane instead of Suguru.

Warnings: possessiveness, yandere-ish behaviour, suggestiveness, hot-cold Gojo.

Enjoy! :3

Back then you hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint this certain feeling in your gut, that something was off, that something was not quite right. Looking back at it, now you know why you had that feeling. Call it instinct, but back then you knew that, when Satoru and Suguru had left for their mission, something was wrong.

Your suspicions were later confirmed, when Suguru came back alone. He had this look in his eyes, a look that told you everything.

At first, you thought of any possible excuse to rule out that thought in the back of your mind. Satoru had been injured and was in a hospital, but then again it’s Satoru Gojo we’re talking about. Maybe, he was just getting some souvenirs for you and got held back, again, it’s Satoru Gojo, he could just teleport.

You had overheard your brother talking to Yaga. Something about a switch flipping in Satorus brain, him talking nonsense and refusing to return to this “corrupted sorcerer world”.

“I can’t stay here,” you had said to Suguru, once he was in front of you.

“No, you can’t.” He sighed, sliding a hand over his face. He didn’t look good. His eyes carried heavy dark circles, his hair was all messy and he just looked exhausted. Maybe he had put up a fight with Gojo. Dumb decision if he had. “He’ll come back here for you,” he said, as he finally met your worried eyes. “and he’ll get rid of anyone who tries to stop him.”

Get rid? Get rid?

His words hit you like strong wind in an open field. Surely this couldn’t be your Satoru he was talking about.

“I’ll make arrangements with the higher ups and Yaga. He won’t come for now, so this is our chance to make you disappear off his radar.”

Back then you didn’t understand why Suguru was making such a big deal out of the situation. Sure, you agreed that you had to disappear. But you had to do it for yourself. You didn’t want to constantly be reminded of what had happened.

You’d later find out that Suguru had his reasons. After what had happened, and what he had seen, he knew what Gojo was capable of. And he also knew that Satoru had a soft spot for you, that he would do anything to protect you.

According to Satorus logic, the jujutsu world was corrupted and sending sorcerers to their deaths. You were a sorcerer, a really good one, but a sorcerer nonetheless. Satoru didn’t want you to die. Not you. Especially not you. Which is why Suguru knew that he was going to come for you.

In a matter of days you travelled abroad. Far away, but not enough so that someone, preferably Suguru, would be able to come in case of an emergency.

It hadn’t been easy to adjust to your new life. It was completely different to what you had been used to. Still, you were young and you managed.

Five years had passed since then. You weren’t a kid anymore. You had built yourself a quiet life, taking on small missions here and there.

Suguru had come to visit every once in a while during those years. He talked about what was going on back at home, how everyone was doing. But he never talked about Gojo, never ever about Gojo.

Today was one of those days. Suguru had suddenly appeared on your porch, but today was different.

Instead of walking through the city, he sat you down in your living room. Instead of going out to eat something, he was asking you to come back.

“What?” You asked confused.

In his defence, this hadn’t been his decision. He had tried to put up a fight against the higher ups, but it was useless.

“What do they want?”

“They want you to contact him. They think that you could get close to him, close enough to get information out of him.” Suguru sighed. He wasn’t happy about this plan, he didn’t want you in the eye of the storm.

“I don’t understand. Why would they want this now? And why me? I haven’t been home for five years, I haven’t seen him for five years Suguru.” You couldn’t bring yourself to utter his name, even if you tried, the words would get stuck in your throat.

“Gojo has been quiet for a while now. Back then, in the beginning, he didn’t hide his rage, his spite. But now, he basically vanished. We think he’s planning something big.” Suguru explained, “They don’t know for sure if sending you will work,” he said, tone full of spite. “but they want to try.”

You looked up at him, seeing his anger. The both of you understood that the higher ups were able to put your life on the line, if it meant that they’d find out Satorus plan.

Even though Suguru didn’t agree, and you didn’t want to go back, soon enough you were on a flight back to Tokyo.

After you had landed, you were escorted back to jujutsu. Suguru was the one who had asked for extra security.

“I’m sure he’ll know you’re in Tokyo the second you step off that plane. If he hasn’t been watching you all this time already, he certainly will once you’re here.” That had been his reasoning.

Suguru was convinced that you’d be in danger the second you arrived. He wanted you to be able to come home first, to adjust and plan.

Even so, it wasn’t long until Satoru had found you.

You were at Suguru’s, preparing dinner for when he came back. It was late and he was still at jujutsu tech.

It had been two days since you arrived. On the first day you had gone to see the higher ups to discuss their plans. On the second day you were allowed to rest before your mission the following day.

But of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Satoru had beat you to it.

You heard the front door open, followed by heavy footsteps walking into the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready.” You called out.

A smile formed on Satorus face, this felt so docile. It was like a taste of the life he’d always wanted, always dreamed of.

You felt him breathing down your neck, but before you could turn around you were pinned against the sink. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His presence felt so familiar, yet so strange. You hadn’t seen him for five years, yet you’d recognised him almost immediately.

“Oh god,” you exhaled a shaking breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You had gone over the scenario of meeting him hundreds of times. In jujutsu tech, in his estate, on the street or even in a park. You had tried to convince yourself you’d be strong and not let old emotions come flooding back. Yet that’s exactly what happened. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Something like that,” he grinned, leaning in until he could smell your shampoo. “although I’d prefer if you called me Satoru.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“What are you doing here?” You panicked.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to have more time. It was supposed to be planned and controlled. But here you were, in your brother’s kitchen, pinned against the sink with Satoru Gojo breathing down your neck.

He let go of your wrists, slowly turning you around to face him.

You didn’t know if you were quite ready to face him, to see those baby blue eyes again. But your worry was drowned as you were met by a blindfold instead. In a sense, it comforted you. You knew that if you met his eyes, you’d be done for.

“I’ve come to rescue you of course,” he smiled. “The second you arrived here I tried to get to you. I’m sorry I took so long.” He reached up to stroke your cheek before you turned away from him.

“Right, I understand you’re still angry, I would be too. No need to worry though, soon everything will make sense again.”

That was the last thing you heard before seeing black.

You woke up to a beautifully decorated room. You were alone as the moonlight shined into the room from the balcony door.

You got up eyeing the room with curiosity. It was quite to your taste, suspiciously similar to the room you’d called your home for these last five years.

You walked toward the door and pressed down on the handle, only to find out that it was locked. He didn’t seriously expect you to sit in a locked room like some sort of prisoner.

You tried the balcony door, and to your surprise it wasn’t locked. A cool gust of wind rushed against you as you walked out. Your room wasn’t on the highest floor, but high enough for you not try to jump down directly. So you opted to climbing onto the the balcony next to yours to try your luck in that room.

At first glance it didn’t seem like there was anyone in there. So you slid the door open and slowly walked in.

Honestly it was your fault, you should’ve known. You should’ve know that Satorus room wouldn’t be far from yours, but you hadn’t thought about it until you stood in it and caught a whiff of that oh so familiar scent.

Satoru lay sprawled out on top of the bed, light snores coming out of him. You stood frozen contemplating your options.

You could’ve climbed back over to your balcony and tucked yourself back into bed, an option that you were sure Satoru would’ve liked very much. You could’ve gone through his room and try to find something, an option you didn’t like as much. Surely you would have another opportunity to go through his things, an opportunity in which he wasn’t sleeping in his bed. So you opted for the third option, walk out the door without waking him up.

Your silent footsteps echoed around the tall walls of Gojos estate. Every room you entered was enormous, swallowing you whole in a matter of seconds.

You weren’t sure if walking around the estate by yourself had been such a good idea, and you certainly weren’t sure if you were going to find your way back to your room.

So far your exploration had been unsuccessful. All of the rooms you had encountered until now were ether empty bedrooms or some sort of lounges.

You were about to retaliate and walk back to your room when you noticed one last door just around the corner of the corridor you had been walking along.

When you tried to open it, the door wouldn’t budge. It was locked.

That was weird. None of the door until now had been closed. So you thought, this room must’ve been important to Satoru. Important enough to lock it, just like you.

“Y/n?”

You jumped back, chocking up a gasp.

“What are you doing out here, sweetheart? It’s cold, you’re not even wearing socks.” Satoru pointed at your feet. He was worried about your feet getting cold, even though he had, not only busted you braking out of your room, but also snooping around his estate. “Come,” he held out his hand. “I’ll bring you back to your warm bed, hm?” He said, in such a sweet voice, it almost made you forget the monster he had become.

“I-,” you looked around for answers. “I was just-“

“Shh,” he shushed you stepping closer, still holding out his hand. “It’s okay. Come.” He ordered this time.

You looked at his stretched out hand, then back to his face before taking it. He pulled you into him, scooping you up into his arms. Your face flushed, you hadn’t expected that.

After taking a moment to calm your nerves, you broke the silence. “My door is locked.”

“Yes, it seems so. And yet, you managed to get out, defeating the whole purpose of a locked door.” He chuckled.

“Why is it locked?”

“I didn’t want you wandering around alone at night, especially since you don’t know your way around my place yet.” My place. He had certainly found an interesting way to describe his empire. “I also thought you might wake up a bit disoriented, I just didn’t want anything to happen to you is all.”

You decided to fall silent after that, letting him carry you to your room. It was weird talking to him again, hearing his voice, hearing him be worried about you.

In that exact moment you decided you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t speak with him. You had promised Suguru you would do this, that you would get the information the higher ups wanted and then get the hell out of there. But how would you be able to do that if you couldn’t even talk to him. You had utterly and completely overestimated yourself.

“There we are.” He whispered as he unlocked the door and walked in.

He slowly sat you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you to wrap his hand around your ankle. You flinched at his warm hand making contact with your cold skin.

“Foolish little dove. Why would you walk around barefoot?” He sighed as he got up and walked towards a wardrobe. “Let’s hope you don’t catch a cold from this. You really ought to take better care of your well being.”

He took out a pair of thick socks, making his way back to his previous kneeling position to put them on your feet. “But have no fret, I’m here now to make sure you’re alright.” He looked up smiling once he was done.

He looked so genuine, so happy. You had forgotten what that was like, to see him like this.

“Cat caught your tongue?” He chuckled, straightening himself. “It’s alright, we’ll speak more tomorrow. Get some sleep you must be exhausted.”

With that he turned around making his way towards the door, stopping right in front of it. “I trust that if I leave the door unlocked I won’t find you wondering around the estate again tonight?” He asked so innocently. But you knew him better than that. It wasn’t an innocent question, it was a warning.

When he didn’t hear a reply from you he shortly turned his head to look at you and his eyes immediately softened. He gave you one last smile before opening the door, walking out and closing it behind him.

You heard his heavy footsteps walking towards his room and entering it. Then, nothing. Silence.

You don’t know if it was because you were exhausted, or because his hidden threat had scared you, but you decided to stay in bed for the rest of the night and try to get at least some sleep.

A/n: idk what it is abt this role switch with Gojo and Geto but I’m obsessed w it, so ofc I had to write my own little snippet 😝 Idk if I’ll continue it but I hope I do 😀

[tojissidewhore]

Pt.2 of cult leader Gojo

When Gojo had first left the Jujutsu society, he promised himself to come back for you. He knew he should’ve laid low for at least a little while before trying to get to you, but Satoru had always been an impatient man.

That same night, he had made his way through Jujutsu Tech with one goal in mind, get you out of there and to safety unnoticed. Even if he wouldn’t have been able to take you with him, he still wanted to use this opportunity to see you and talk to you about everything, clear things up and make sure you were still on his side.

That night, he didn’t end up taking you with him. He didn’t even end up talking to you.

His plan was to climb into your dorm from the balcony, but before he could even open the door he saw you there, on the floor, packing a suitcase. It had taken everything inside him not to rip open the door and take you out of there. He tried to convince himself best he could that this was your decision to make and that you needed time to comprehend the situation and understand him. Even so, he knew that you would, and when the time came you would run back to him. So he waited.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Satoru knew it would take you a while, but he hadn’t expected it to take five fucking years.

He had had a total of 63 breakdowns in those five years. To set that into perspective, about one a month since you had left him. During these breakdowns, Gojo would have to physically hold himself back from breaking into your house. He would visit your city and watch you from a distance, just to make sure you were alright, he would tell himself. He’d learn so much about you and your new life, and get sad when he saw how happy you were.

Nevertheless, Satoru would never get too close, never approach you and never speak to you. He would tell himself to be patient, that you would come to him when you were ready. By this point, he had convinced himself that if you ever came back, you were asking him to approach you, because why else would you come back except to show him that you were finally ready?

So, he waited. And the second he found out you were back, he came for you. After all, there wasn’t much need for preparation, your room at his estate was one of the first things he had done.

Last night Gojo had been at a tipping point. Not when he felt you sneaking out of his room. Not when he found you wandering around trying to open doors. But when he asked you a question, which hadn’t really been a question, and you decided not to answer.

He had hoped that last night had been too overwhelming for you, shocking even, and that by tomorrow you would find your voice again.

That hadn’t been the case though.

That morning servants of his ‘community’ had rushed into your room, waking you up to get you ready for the day. During the whole time they’d been with you, drawing a bath, coaming your hair, choosing your clothes, you hadn’t uttered a single word.

When they told Satoru this, he didn’t think much of it. He was sure that by the time breakfast rolled around, you’d be sitting next to him asking him all kinds of questions and telling him how much you missed him.

“I hope the clothes are to your liking.” He said as he picked at his plate.

You looked up at him, still finding it hard to utter a single word. He noticed and let out a soft sigh.

“I understand this is confusing for you. I mean, you just came home after five years and not even two days later you’re here with me.” He set down his cutlery to give you his full attention. “But you have to understand that I couldn’t leave you there any longer, they were going to use you, I’m sure of it. I couldn’t let that happen to you.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at your plate, avoiding eye contact. You knew he wasn’t wrong because that’s exactly what they had done. Used you to get to him.

Only, it hadn’t worked the way they wanted. You were here, trapped, with no way to contact them or your brother. Listening to Satoru rant on about how terrible the jujutsu world is, while you’re just sitting there, stiff and still.

Satoru goes quiet and looks at you as your mind starts reeling. He knows now that he was wrong, you were not going to talk to him. Hell, you weren’t even going to look at him.

He sighed again, this time out of frustration. “Please talk to me sweetheart.” He said, laying his had onto the table, a terrible attempt to get closer to you. “Y/n.” His voice harshened.

Now he had caught your attention. You diverted your gaze from your plate to his face. He looked tender and worried.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to be afraid. You know that right?” This time, he reached for you but you immediately pulled away.

Now, Satoru had definitely reached his tipping point. He slammed his hand against the table and you flinched.

“Fucking speak to me.” He said, his voice hard and demanding.

When he saw your expression, he immediately regretted snapping at you. “Fuck.” He sighed as he cupped his face. He knew you needed space and he knew he needed space too. Without a single word he got up and left you there, speechless and shocked.

Was this really the same Satoru you had known since you were 14?

After that, Satoru had completely isolated himself from you. He never came across you, he never joined you for meals. He even stopped sleeping in his room for a few days.

It was his way of giving you space.

But just because he wasn’t around you doesn’t mean he didn’t know what you were up to. He had servants following you everywhere and attending to your every need. He had told himself you weren’t a prisoner, but after seeing how you had reacted to him, he increased the security just in case.

“Sir?” Someone called out from behind Satoru. “You told us to notify you if the miss left her room during the night,” he turned to look at the woman who’s gaze was stuck to the floor, waiting for her to continue. “She’s currently in your room, sir.”

Interesting, Satoru thought. You couldn’t possibly be looking for him, right? So what the hell were you doing in his room, he wondered.

“Thank you.” He said and the woman nodded before turning around. “Oh, before I forget,” she halted “notify the staff of the left wing that they are to take the night off.”

The first few nights after Satorus outburst, you though it would be better to lay low. Maybe it was because you were scared of seeing him around or walking in on him in his room, you didn’t quite know.

On the fifth night you thought it would be safe enough to walk around. You hadn’t seen Satoru for four days, and he hadn’t been to his room since.

As you walked into his room you started wondering weather or not Suguru was trying to get to you. You knew it would take a while for them to contact you, but how much longer did you have to wait?

It didn’t even matter, it’s not like you had any kind of information on anything Satoru had planned. There was nothing, anywhere. And you were beginning to get frustrated because of it.

“Knock knock,” you hear Satoru hum as he walks into the room. In a moment of panic you head for the balcony, only, Satoru is faster.

“Now now, did no one ever teach you that it is incredibly rude to snoop around someone’s room?” He says as he presses you against the balcony door.

You often thought of Satoru as a sort of human magnet.

No matter how far someone was, they would always end up being pulled in by Satoru Gojo.

At first you thought it was simply in his nature to be so fascinating and interesting. It’s not every day someone as powerful as him is born, after all.

But you soon realised it wasn’t because of that, not most of the time anyway. The more you were around him, the more you got to observe and know him. This way, you found out that more often than not it was Satoru pulling everything into him.

Back then, that was as far as you got. You supposed he did it because of the lack of attention he got when he was younger. Or perhaps because he simply loved being the center of attention. It was only when you finally got out of there that you realised, his reasoning was much more twisted.

Satoru pulled people in because he needed the control over them. Ever since he had been young, he never liked it when people looked down on him, and that’s why he soon learned how to flip the cards to be in control.

You think that’s why he got along so well with Suguru, and why he was so infatuated by you. Your brother never thought of Satoru as better than him, sure, he was much stronger and he could beat him anytime, but he wasn’t above him. At the same time though, he also never looked down on him, that’s what Satoru liked about Suguru, he saw him as an equal.

Soon enough you joined the picture, however, you never saw him as anything. In fact, when you first met him you didn’t even know who he was. Even after, you never concerned yourself with the matter. Frankly, you did not care and Satoru hated that.

He would’ve much preferred you looking down on him than you not looking at him at all.

Satoru had tried everything to get your attention, to try and pull you into him, but nothing worked. Suguru even started calling him a freak for it (he much didn’t care about Satorus infatuation of you because he knew that Gojo had no chance).

“Stop staring at my sister.”

“How can I?” Satoru dramatically sighed, “she’s still ignoring me!” He slid down into his chair.

“Have you ever considered that she doesn’t care about you?” Suguru raised a brow as he looked over at his friend.

“Impossible. I’m Satoru Gojo.” He huffed, which only earned him an eye roll from the black haired boy.

But even broken magnets end up working somehow.

He doesn’t really know how it happened. Something about a mission and a rescue and the rest was history, but he had finally managed to pull you in. And with certain magnets, once you’re pulled in you never pull back again.

Needless to say, you two had started dating. Suguru was actually rather surprised when you broke the news, but you were happy, so he was happy.

Satoru thinks of that as the best time of his life. He had good friends, an amazing girlfriend and he was doing great as a sorcerer student.

However, nothing good ever lasts. He doesn’t quite know what his tipping point was, maybe it was the whole star plasma vessel thing, or the fact that he overheard the higher ups talk about his and his friend’s future. What ever it may have been, a switch flipped in Satorus brain.

Unfortunately for Satoru, he was not one of those magnets that you can’t unattach yourself from. Because you left. You pulled away from him. And it took him 5 years to pull you back in.

“You know…” he started. “You’ve been incredibly bad and ungrateful.” One of his hand trailed along the column of your spine as the other held your arms locked against your back. “And I have been nothing but patient and generous with you.”

His free hand rested on your hip and you felt him push you farther into the glass door, as if that was even possible, as you tried to wiggle yourself free from his grasp.

He shifted behind you, readjusting his posture, and leaned into you so that he could breathe into your neck. His body flushed against yours and you felt as if you were going to explode in fear, but also anticipation.

No, no. Not anticipation. You did not want to know where this was going to go, you wanted to get out of here.

As if reading your thoughts, his hold on you tightened, and you felt as if your skin was already forming dark ugly bruises. “Shhh,” he cooed. “You don’t have to be afraid, I’m here, you’re here, and we’re safe. I took care of everything, no one is ever going to separate us again.” His hand slid from your him to the back of your thigh. “Not those tedious sorcerers, or those disgusting higher ups. Not even your precious brother. What a fool he was to think he could fight me and win. Such a shame really.”

In that moment your entire body froze. Noticing this his grasp on you slightly softened, he had you.

Your head slowly turned into his direction, revealing the horrified look on your face. “What?” Were the first word you had uttered to him in days.

“He put up quite the fight, props to him. But I mean, there no way he actually thought he could beat me, right?”

“What did you do?” Your voice began to shake and your brows furrowed as you dreaded the answer.

He let go of your arms and turned your body so you were facing him. “Don’t concern yourself with that. What’s important is that everything is taken care of. There’s no one left out there to go to.” He smiled, “now you and I can finally be together again without anyone ruining it.”

The funny thing about magnets is that they keep pulling you in, even if you’ve unattached yourself and gone as far away as possible, they’ll always pull you back in.

Satoru wasn’t the kind of magnets that pulled you into him for ever, but he was the kind that pulled you back even if you thought you had finally escaped it. And when he finally pulled you back, he would make sure you wouldn’t be able to pull away ever again.

A/n: this was so difficult to write oml.

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[tojissidewhore]

Cult leader Satoru Gojo

Obsessed!SatoruGojo x reader ft. brother Suguru

The one where Gojo goes insane instead of Suguru.

Warnings: possessiveness, yandere-ish behaviour, suggestiveness, hot-cold Gojo.

Enjoy! :3

Back then you hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint this certain feeling in your gut, that something was off, that something was not quite right. Looking back at it, now you know why you had that feeling. Call it instinct, but back then you knew that, when Satoru and Suguru had left for their mission, something was wrong.

Your suspicions were later confirmed, when Suguru came back alone. He had this look in his eyes, a look that told you everything.

At first, you thought of any possible excuse to rule out that thought in the back of your mind. Satoru had been injured and was in a hospital, but then again it’s Satoru Gojo we’re talking about. Maybe, he was just getting some souvenirs for you and got held back, again, it’s Satoru Gojo, he could just teleport.

You had overheard your brother talking to Yaga. Something about a switch flipping in Satorus brain, him talking nonsense and refusing to return to this “corrupted sorcerer world”.

“I can’t stay here,” you had said to Suguru, once he was in front of you.

“No, you can’t.” He sighed, sliding a hand over his face. He didn’t look good. His eyes carried heavy dark circles, his hair was all messy and he just looked exhausted. Maybe he had put up a fight with Gojo. Dumb decision if he had. “He’ll come back here for you,” he said, as he finally met your worried eyes. “and he’ll get rid of anyone who tries to stop him.”

Get rid? Get rid?

His words hit you like strong wind in an open field. Surely this couldn’t be your Satoru he was talking about.

“I’ll make arrangements with the higher ups and Yaga. He won’t come for now, so this is our chance to make you disappear off his radar.”

Back then you didn’t understand why Suguru was making such a big deal out of the situation. Sure, you agreed that you had to disappear. But you had to do it for yourself. You didn’t want to constantly be reminded of what had happened.

You’d later find out that Suguru had his reasons. After what had happened, and what he had seen, he knew what Gojo was capable of. And he also knew that Satoru had a soft spot for you, that he would do anything to protect you.

According to Satorus logic, the jujutsu world was corrupted and sending sorcerers to their deaths. You were a sorcerer, a really good one, but a sorcerer nonetheless. Satoru didn’t want you to die. Not you. Especially not you. Which is why Suguru knew that he was going to come for you.

In a matter of days you travelled abroad. Far away, but not enough so that someone, preferably Suguru, would be able to come in case of an emergency.

It hadn’t been easy to adjust to your new life. It was completely different to what you had been used to. Still, you were young and you managed.

Five years had passed since then. You weren’t a kid anymore. You had built yourself a quiet life, taking on small missions here and there.

Suguru had come to visit every once in a while during those years. He talked about what was going on back at home, how everyone was doing. But he never talked about Gojo, never ever about Gojo.

Today was one of those days. Suguru had suddenly appeared on your porch, but today was different.

Instead of walking through the city, he sat you down in your living room. Instead of going out to eat something, he was asking you to come back.

“What?” You asked confused.

In his defence, this hadn’t been his decision. He had tried to put up a fight against the higher ups, but it was useless.

“What do they want?”

“They want you to contact him. They think that you could get close to him, close enough to get information out of him.” Suguru sighed. He wasn’t happy about this plan, he didn’t want you in the eye of the storm.

“I don’t understand. Why would they want this now? And why me? I haven’t been home for five years, I haven’t seen him for five years Suguru.” You couldn’t bring yourself to utter his name, even if you tried, the words would get stuck in your throat.

“Gojo has been quiet for a while now. Back then, in the beginning, he didn’t hide his rage, his spite. But now, he basically vanished. We think he’s planning something big.” Suguru explained, “They don’t know for sure if sending you will work,” he said, tone full of spite. “but they want to try.”

You looked up at him, seeing his anger. The both of you understood that the higher ups were able to put your life on the line, if it meant that they’d find out Satorus plan.

Even though Suguru didn’t agree, and you didn’t want to go back, soon enough you were on a flight back to Tokyo.

After you had landed, you were escorted back to jujutsu. Suguru was the one who had asked for extra security.

“I’m sure he’ll know you’re in Tokyo the second you step off that plane. If he hasn’t been watching you all this time already, he certainly will once you’re here.” That had been his reasoning.

Suguru was convinced that you’d be in danger the second you arrived. He wanted you to be able to come home first, to adjust and plan.

Even so, it wasn’t long until Satoru had found you.

You were at Suguru’s, preparing dinner for when he came back. It was late and he was still at jujutsu tech.

It had been two days since you arrived. On the first day you had gone to see the higher ups to discuss their plans. On the second day you were allowed to rest before your mission the following day.

But of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Satoru had beat you to it.

You heard the front door open, followed by heavy footsteps walking into the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready.” You called out.

A smile formed on Satorus face, this felt so docile. It was like a taste of the life he’d always wanted, always dreamed of.

You felt him breathing down your neck, but before you could turn around you were pinned against the sink. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His presence felt so familiar, yet so strange. You hadn’t seen him for five years, yet you’d recognised him almost immediately.

“Oh god,” you exhaled a shaking breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You had gone over the scenario of meeting him hundreds of times. In jujutsu tech, in his estate, on the street or even in a park. You had tried to convince yourself you’d be strong and not let old emotions come flooding back. Yet that’s exactly what happened. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Something like that,” he grinned, leaning in until he could smell your shampoo. “although I’d prefer if you called me Satoru.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“What are you doing here?” You panicked.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to have more time. It was supposed to be planned and controlled. But here you were, in your brother’s kitchen, pinned against the sink with Satoru Gojo breathing down your neck.

He let go of your wrists, slowly turning you around to face him.

You didn’t know if you were quite ready to face him, to see those baby blue eyes again. But your worry was drowned as you were met by a blindfold instead. In a sense, it comforted you. You knew that if you met his eyes, you’d be done for.

“I’ve come to rescue you of course,” he smiled. “The second you arrived here I tried to get to you. I’m sorry I took so long.” He reached up to stroke your cheek before you turned away from him.

“Right, I understand you’re still angry, I would be too. No need to worry though, soon everything will make sense again.”

That was the last thing you heard before seeing black.

You woke up to a beautifully decorated room. You were alone as the moonlight shined into the room from the balcony door.

You got up eyeing the room with curiosity. It was quite to your taste, suspiciously similar to the room you’d called your home for these last five years.

You walked toward the door and pressed down on the handle, only to find out that it was locked. He didn’t seriously expect you to sit in a locked room like some sort of prisoner.

You tried the balcony door, and to your surprise it wasn’t locked. A cool gust of wind rushed against you as you walked out. Your room wasn’t on the highest floor, but high enough for you not try to jump down directly. So you opted to climbing onto the the balcony next to yours to try your luck in that room.

At first glance it didn’t seem like there was anyone in there. So you slid the door open and slowly walked in.

Honestly it was your fault, you should’ve known. You should’ve know that Satorus room wouldn’t be far from yours, but you hadn’t thought about it until you stood in it and caught a whiff of that oh so familiar scent.

Satoru lay sprawled out on top of the bed, light snores coming out of him. You stood frozen contemplating your options.

You could’ve climbed back over to your balcony and tucked yourself back into bed, an option that you were sure Satoru would’ve liked very much. You could’ve gone through his room and try to find something, an option you didn’t like as much. Surely you would have another opportunity to go through his things, an opportunity in which he wasn’t sleeping in his bed. So you opted for the third option, walk out the door without waking him up.

Your silent footsteps echoed around the tall walls of Gojos estate. Every room you entered was enormous, swallowing you whole in a matter of seconds.

You weren’t sure if walking around the estate by yourself had been such a good idea, and you certainly weren’t sure if you were going to find your way back to your room.

So far your exploration had been unsuccessful. All of the rooms you had encountered until now were ether empty bedrooms or some sort of lounges.

You were about to retaliate and walk back to your room when you noticed one last door just around the corner of the corridor you had been walking along.

When you tried to open it, the door wouldn’t budge. It was locked.

That was weird. None of the door until now had been closed. So you thought, this room must’ve been important to Satoru. Important enough to lock it, just like you.

“Y/n?”

You jumped back, chocking up a gasp.

“What are you doing out here, sweetheart? It’s cold, you’re not even wearing socks.” Satoru pointed at your feet. He was worried about your feet getting cold, even though he had, not only busted you braking out of your room, but also snooping around his estate. “Come,” he held out his hand. “I’ll bring you back to your warm bed, hm?” He said, in such a sweet voice, it almost made you forget the monster he had become.

“I-,” you looked around for answers. “I was just-“

“Shh,” he shushed you stepping closer, still holding out his hand. “It’s okay. Come.” He ordered this time.

You looked at his stretched out hand, then back to his face before taking it. He pulled you into him, scooping you up into his arms. Your face flushed, you hadn’t expected that.

After taking a moment to calm your nerves, you broke the silence. “My door is locked.”

“Yes, it seems so. And yet, you managed to get out, defeating the whole purpose of a locked door.” He chuckled.

“Why is it locked?”

“I didn’t want you wandering around alone at night, especially since you don’t know your way around my place yet.” My place. He had certainly found an interesting way to describe his empire. “I also thought you might wake up a bit disoriented, I just didn’t want anything to happen to you is all.”

You decided to fall silent after that, letting him carry you to your room. It was weird talking to him again, hearing his voice, hearing him be worried about you.

In that exact moment you decided you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t speak with him. You had promised Suguru you would do this, that you would get the information the higher ups wanted and then get the hell out of there. But how would you be able to do that if you couldn’t even talk to him. You had utterly and completely overestimated yourself.

“There we are.” He whispered as he unlocked the door and walked in.

He slowly sat you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you to wrap his hand around your ankle. You flinched at his warm hand making contact with your cold skin.

“Foolish little dove. Why would you walk around barefoot?” He sighed as he got up and walked towards a wardrobe. “Let’s hope you don’t catch a cold from this. You really ought to take better care of your well being.”

He took out a pair of thick socks, making his way back to his previous kneeling position to put them on your feet. “But have no fret, I’m here now to make sure you’re alright.” He looked up smiling once he was done.

He looked so genuine, so happy. You had forgotten what that was like, to see him like this.

“Cat caught your tongue?” He chuckled, straightening himself. “It’s alright, we’ll speak more tomorrow. Get some sleep you must be exhausted.”

With that he turned around making his way towards the door, stopping right in front of it. “I trust that if I leave the door unlocked I won’t find you wondering around the estate again tonight?” He asked so innocently. But you knew him better than that. It wasn’t an innocent question, it was a warning.

When he didn’t hear a reply from you he shortly turned his head to look at you and his eyes immediately softened. He gave you one last smile before opening the door, walking out and closing it behind him.

You heard his heavy footsteps walking towards his room and entering it. Then, nothing. Silence.

You don’t know if it was because you were exhausted, or because his hidden threat had scared you, but you decided to stay in bed for the rest of the night and try to get at least some sleep.

A/n: idk what it is abt this role switch with Gojo and Geto but I’m obsessed w it, so ofc I had to write my own little snippet 😝 Idk if I’ll continue it but I hope I do 😀

[tojissidewhore]

gojo isn’t the type of person to flaunt about how much money he has.

sure he’s wealthy, and boy he knows it. but why would that be of any concern to anybody else.

i definitely think his love language is gift giving, so he buys you a lot of expensive shit pretty much any chance he gets. weather it’s some expensive jewelry or something that reminded him of you.

point is, you know he has money, but exactly how much is uncertain to you. both of you never really talked about money, it all kind of sorted itself out naturally.

you tried to bring it up once, when you moved in together. you moved into gojos apartment so you had offered to help out with rent, but he shushed you pretty quickly, telling you not to worry about it and that it was no way near an inconvenience for him.

so instead you did more things around the house, it was your way of paying him back.

you had been dating for five years and living together for about two, when you found out just how rich your boyfriend actually was.

it was your five year anniversary and satoru wanted to make it special. so he had taken you out for dinner to a nice fancy restaurant.

"how was your food?" he asked, arms tucked underneath his chin looking at you as you finished your plate.

"good" you answered with a smile. yes your food was good, and yes the restaurant was nice. but after 3 hours of sitting there, watching the waiters put on a show and what not, you were ready to go home and have your man all to yourself.

a grin formed his face reading your thoughts exactly. when the waitress came to get your plates gojo made sure to ask for the bill, and 3 minutes later she was back with the check.

he fumbled through his wallet searching for his credit card. he paused for a second looking up at you, then back down to his wallet pulling out a card you didn’t recognize.

this credit card was black, while the one that you knew was a basic gold one. of course you knew the significance of the card he had just retrieved from his wallet (and the waitress very obviously as well, by the way her face changed at the sight of it) but you didn’t know that your boyfriend possessed such a card. he hadn’t mentioned it once.

“so, how is it that i did not know about your black amex card?” you asked discreetly. you weren’t trying to pry on him but you were genuinely curious about it.

“I guess because I almost never use it?” he said, looking at you without turning his head. “why?” he asked pulling your body closer, a small smirk forming.

“just curious” you answered cuddling into him.

“you sure?" he asked raising concerned brow.

"yea, i just didn’t know you had two cards."

"actually," he paused grinning. “i have three, or rather two and a half."

you pulled back confused. satoru lifted himself up a little bit, enough to reach over to the night stand to grab his wallet. he took out another card which you did not recognize.

"here," he said handing you over the card. “i set up a dual account for us. i know you have your account and you’re good, but you know. just in case." he smiled happily.

"i can’t accept this satoru. how the hell can you manage three accounts?"

"it’s fine baby, it’s yours as well as mine. you don’t have to feel bad about it. presides i don’t ever use my black card, i don’t need it. i just forgot mine at home earlier."

you knew the requirements or reasons to get to own a card like that, yet he rarely used it? what kind of things did he buy with this card? okay, yea. this boy had money.

later that week, after getting all of the account information from satoru, you decided to register with your phone just to have a view of the account. and god let me tell you, you almost dropped your phone.

[tojissidewhore]

about olderboyfriend!gojo

i feel like this could go two ways. ether he’s a man child and the most whiny man on earth, or he’s the most manipulative and possessive man ever. (but only because he thinks your age gap makes his actions okay, he’s delulu like that.).

scenario one

you two met through a mutual friend, at their birthday party. Gojo had immediately caught your eye, he wasn’t easy to miss, mainly because of his slender figure and his unique features. but the more you observed him and interacted with him throughout the night, the more his personality stood out to you.

he was very social and goofy, in a funny way, which you found to be cute. most men you dated were well put together and serious, so meeting someone like him was a nice change.

his personality also stood out because of his age. he had to be at least 5 years older than you, if not more.

"need something, pretty?" he asked with a cocky smile. you hadn’t noticed him coming up to you from where he was before.

you looked at him confused, unable to formulate words.

his smile turned more hostile when he noticed your state. "you were eyeing me pretty much the whole night, so i was just wondering if you needed something from me." he made sure to throw in a ‘from me’ full of intention.

after that you hooked up to say the least, but that wasn’t the end of it. he made sure to give you his phone number and from there, at some point, you started dating.

shortly after you two were exclusive, satorus personality changed more and more. you already knew that he wasn’t the most mature person, but i’m talking he full on became a child. he started being super clingy and whiny, like for example, he wouldn’t let you leave the bed in the morning to go to work. you were focused on school or work and weren’t paying much attention to him? god he’d never let you forget that.

"satoru, i’m busy. i need to study for finals next week." you said complaining.

you were currently sat at your desk trying to make notes and study, but your boyfriend had other plans. he grabbed your chair, which had wheels, and pulled it towards him, away from the desk.

"but baby," he started in a whiny voice. "i just came back from hours of hard work. i need you, i missed you." that last part coming out flirty rather than whiny.

you tried grabbing the table and pushing yourself forward it with you feet, but that didn’t exactly work. "no satoru, leave me alone." you said with a serious tone.

gojo audibly gasped. "leave you alone?" he asked shocked. he went on to grab the top of your chair pulling it down causing the chair to fall back. before you could react you were already scooped up by two strong arms.

"satoru!" you squealed as he carried you to the bed. you tried to break free by pushing yourself off him, but you failed miserably.

"you can’t just say stuff like that, it hurts my feelings." he mumbled, pouting yet again. he dropped you on the bed caging you in by placing his arms to your sides, one holding your waist and the other holding him self up.

he leaned down trying to give you a peck, which you declined, turning your face to the side. "this is unacceptable," he leaned back, now straddling your hips. he let go of your waist shifting all his weight so you couldn’t get up.

"toru!" you whined. at this point you didn’t even try to push him off, it was pointless, and you knew that.

"one kiss," he said, holding up one finger. "one kiss and i promise i’ll let you study, i’ll even help you."

you complied, but of course he didn’t let you go after one kiss.

scenario two.

satoru was your older brothers best friend. naturally you had a crush on him growing up, after all you were a little girl and they were practically grown up.

he obviously never paid you much mind, you were just his best friends little sister. how ever, this changed when you where in you late teens and he was in his mid twenties. he would every now and then come over, maybe for christmas or other festivities, and when he saw you he would tell you how grown up you were.

he knew it was wrong to look at you the way he did, not only because of your age but because you basically grew up together. but he couldn’t help but feel the way he did, he wanted you all for himself.

every year he would ask you about your dating life. he’d feel proud every time you said you still hadn’t found anyone, but that one year you said you were going out with someone and getting to know him, man he lost it.

you were 20 and he was 27. your brother had come home for thanksgiving and of course gojo had to come with.

"i’ve been going out with him for a while, i think things might get serious soon." you said smiling to yourself.

you and satoru were sitting in front of the fire place after everyone had already gone to sleep.

"really?" he asked, masking his jealousy. "are you sure he’s not playing you? wouldn’t want to hear about how you got your heart broken.".

somehow he convinced you that that boy wasn’t right for you, that he would just use you and then leave you. after that he showed you how a pretty girl like you should be treated. he took you out on dates and spoiled you like the princess you were, you in return gave him what he craved most since your coming of age.

you had been dating for a couple of years now and he was still as possessive and manipulative as ever.

an old friend, that recognized you, came to say hi out in public? satoru is bending you over his lap later that night ‘to teach you a lesson’. you’re at a business gathering with your boyfriend and some guy started flirting with you while your man wasn’t around? satoru would make sure you know he’s mad.

"toru? what’s wrong?" you asked, placing a hand around his neck, slightly stroking his undercut.

satoru hadn’t uttered a word to you ever since he came back after leaving you for a while. you had suspected that he saw fushiguro trying to hit on you, but you made sure to reject all his advances. so why was he mad?

"nothing." he sighed, arms crossed as he sat at the table looking at nothing. "maybe you should ask fushiguro what’s wrong with him, he keeps looking over at you. i wonder why." he mumbled that last part.

you looked to your left across the table, to where toji was sat, and caught him looking at you before he quickly looked away. "he was talking to me earlier, but i told him about you."

"mhm." he nodded, but still didn’t seem pleased.

this was the down part to your relationship, you were so happy with satoru but whenever he acted like this you had to hold back from exploding and saying something you’d regret.

you decided, like always, to stay quiet and not talk about it until you were alone with him.

the rest of the night went by painfully slow. satoru had a hand glued to your waist, holding you close. ether he wasn’t as mad as he seemed or he just wanted to make sure everyone saw that you were together, you had yet to find out.

when you got home you sighed sitting down on a stool you had in your entrance, you were exhausted. satoru crouched down in front of you, helping you take off your heels. you closed your eyes letting yourself relax for the first time this night, though your moment of peace was interrupted by harsh hands yanking you up.

"hey, that hurt." you hissed as he led you to your shared bedroom. "what is up with you anyway?".

"oh, what’s up with me?! you’ve been walking around all innocent, pretending none of those men there were looking at you like they wanted to fuck you." he spat. "i’m sure you liked the attention, didn’t you?" he said, practically throwing you on the bed.

you look at him dumbfounded. it’s not like your were surprised by his way of thinking or his words, after all this wasn’t his first time acting like this.

"think i should teach you a lesson, hm?" he crawled on the bed, getting on top of you.

"it wasn’t my fa—".

"shh," he immediately jumped in, not wanting to hear your excuse. "i don’t want to hear a lame ass excuse, you should know better." he sat up, grabbing your hand and lifting you along with him. "i want you to make it up to me. after all, that’s the least you could do after making me feel like that." his tone was very manipulative, which you never really acknowledged.

safe to say you complied and did everything the way he wanted to, like always.

(if anyone saw any typos, no you didn’t <3)

[tojissidewhore]

you are satoru gojos only weakness. you are the only thing that he can’t be around without being a 100% vulnerable. weather your enjoying a nice cup of coffee together or your out on a mission, it doesn’t matter.

im not only talking about his feelings toward you. sure, when ever you’re fighting together he’s focused on you more than he should be, which makes him vulnerable. but I’m also talking about his techniques.

i think when ever he’s around you, for some reason, his techniques don’t work naturally like they normally do. he has to actually focus on executing the technique for it to activate, which of course is very weird.

the first time he noticed was right after killing a special grade curse. you had been extremely worried for him, so naturally you’d ran up to him hugging him and checking that the was okay.

he was about to warn you about his infinity but you were quicker to embrace him. he stood there confused as to why you could touch him, when he noticed that his technique was no longer active. this left him even more confused.

after that he started noticing more often that whenever he was around you his body would deactivate any type of techniques he might have been using.

the only explanation he could find for it was that it was a subconscious reaction of his body to you, unwilling of course.

over the years he learned how to change this, but at the end of the day, he was still at his weakest whenever he was around you.

[tojissidewhore]

thinking about you rejecting choso’s first ever marriage proposal. not because you’re not absolutely head of heels in love with him, but because you have only been dating for about six months when he asked you.

not that there’s anything wrong with that (idk i would freak out tbh). the thing is, choso had heard about the concept of marriage, for the first time, maybe two weeks before he proposed to you.

he didn’t know any better is what i’m trying to say.

when you had explained it to him he was so fascinated by the fact that you were bound for life and ‘till death do us part’ that he didn’t even think that maybe, you were to young to marry, and maybe, you hadn’t been dating for nearly long enough to know if you really wanted to commit to each other or not. (even though he knew that you were the one for him)

the fact that you would have to wear rings that symbolized that you were happily taken was also a very prominent factor in his decision. i just know that this man is possessive as hell, even though he doesn’t show it much.

anyway. choso was shocked when you turned down his proposal. he had been so excited, but when you didn’t immediately jump into his arms saying yes his face completely changed. he looked at you wide eyed, a mix of shock and betrayal visible in his face.

because you had told him that couples take proposals, as well as weddings, very seriously. he had arranged a full on special night on your six month anniversary. so the fact that you had said no, was something that he couldn’t comprehend.

you had to explain to this man for at least 30 minutes, that typically people don’t propose to each other before at least five years, or so, of being together.

he would say things like "but why? i already know i’m going to spend the rest of my life with you." and then you would explain that maybe his feelings or yours would change over time. he would say "i know mine won’t." or "you don’t want to be with me anymore?" in a petty tone.

long story short, he waited and waited patiently. until he felt like you were comfortable enough, and he was confident enough that you would say yes.

he also asked around about when the right time to propose was. like for example, he’d go to yuji and ask if he knew anyone that was married that he could talk to about this. yuji would introduce him to whoever, like gojo or nanami, maybe even geto. but they would all say the same. that you would feel when the right time was, and that it would be a special moment.

that only confused him even more. but ether way, when he asked you it did feel really special for the both of you. and, of course, you said yes.