Kitty!

Hi! I’m kitty, this is my blog! I don’t exactly know how to work tumbler yet, I’ve had it for 3 years but never posted. I love to read fan fiction and I wanna write it too!

Masterlist links- JJK

-!MY RULES!-

ALL are welcome here

I tolerate ZERO homophobia, racism, bullying, or ableisim

I do not write incest, 🍇, piss kinks, vore, so please don’t request it!

I DO write smut, but I may not be good at it

I DO NOT WANT MAGA OR TRUMP SUPPORTER HERE. PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE ONE

Please be kind! I’m trying my best!

-What I WILL write!-

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Yandere (I LOVE WRITING YANDERE)

Headcannons

One shots (PT2 will be provided if asked enough)

Text stories

-Fandoms I am in!-

JJK

Arcane league of legands

ATSV

avatar: the last air bender

Avatar(2009)

Transformers BAYVERSE

Transformers idw

Invincible

-Fun facts!-

I was born in Jamaica and lived there till I was 5

I am bisexual

I love listening to music, mostly r&b

Tw- Yandere behavior, stalking, unhealthy obsession, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, Isolation, power imbalance,

Note- This is the FIRST thing I’ve ever made on this app omg😭. It’s horrible, I know, but I’m open to RESPECTFUL criticism because I do know this came out like shit

GOJO wasn’t obsessed, he was in love! This is just what love does to people! Love makes you buy flowers, love makes you track your significant other, love makes you kill their friends that get too close, love makes you stalk them, love makes you kidnap them. That’s what love WAS in his eyes

But not to you. To everyone else, Satoru Gojo was the most powerful jujitsu sorcerer in the world, a saint among men, a martyr, a GOD even. Curses shivered at his name, and women shivered at his name too (but for a different reason)

To you, Satoru Gojo was a sick bastard that hid his true deranged and demented self behind a mask of corny jokes and a shield made of power. You knew who he was, you knew the lengths he would go to just to get what he wanted. He loves you, and his love was like a death sentence

At first, it was like a disney film turned reality. A charming sorcerer saves a young damsel in distress. You don’t remember the full details, but what you do remember is the fear. The fear of knowing you were about to die at the hands of whatever this monster was. It was a curse, some sort of ugly grotesque looking creature that had grabbed you in the alleyway

You were so ready to embrace death with open arms. You weren’t happy about it, but what else could you do? It’s not like you had much of a choice. Well, Gojo did, so of course he chose to save you. He didn’t lure the curse here to you just for him to not save you!

It was quick, you didn’t even realize you weren’t dead until you felt the horrible claw like nails gripping your throat suddenly loosen as you quickly fell back down to the ground. Looking up, with weary eyes, that’s when you saw your saviors

White hair, black blindfold, stupid grin. SATORU GOJO himself. With a slight stumbled, and a half on your arm helping you hoist yourself up, you stood face to face with the legend himself.

“Steady—steady, Look, I know I’m handsome and all but you don’t need to trip over yourself trying to get a good look. I promise I’ll still be here when you stand up” you didn’t even need to look up to know he was smiling. You could hear that stupid smirk dripping off every word he said. In the moment, like an idiot, you laughed. But now, thinking back on it you wish you punched him and ran. Not like it would have helped anyways

After that, it was like a fairytale. You both kept talking, and of course it soon bloomed into a beautiful romance. Flowers, a LOT of expensive sweets, new bags, pretty jewelry. Everything was fine at first

But all things that bloom die. It’s the cycle of life, what is alive and flourishing will wither and rot in a few months. And that’s exactly what happened between you two.

The love didn’t fade away, it never wavered, no. Your relationship began to rot in a different way. It grew stronger. He needed to know everything about you. From where you were, to who you were with, what time you woke up, to what time you went to sleep.

Your friends noticed it first, when he called a bit too much during your girls night out. His responds?

“they’re just jealous you have me, you don’t need friends like that. Cut them off!” He spoke so naturally, like it was the most obvious choice in the world. So you did. You did what he said because you loved him too much not to

The rot that was his love only spread, from your friends to your family. It started with little comments “Do they really need to know EVERYTHING about your life?” “Cmon sweetheart, you don’t need to visit them EVERY week. It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

It was calculated, back then you didn’t know but now you could tell. Now, without your family and friends around, it was just you and him. Just you. Just him HIM HIM HIM

he was all you needed, why would you ever want more? You had each other and that was more than enough to him, it should be amazing for you too!

It was a few weeks after he completely isolated you that the missing people started popping up. The nice barista from Starbucks that you made conversation with sometimes hasn’t shown up to work in a few days, some of your co-workers that looked at you for a bit too long weren’t answering their calls, random regulars of the bar next door that loved to catcall you weren’t in their regular booths.

It was strange, but what was really strange was the way Gojo reacted when you told him about it. He wasn’t sympathetic, wasn’t sad for them. His tone was weird when you talked about them, “Aww, I’m sorry sweetheart…Maybe they’re just going through a rough time, y’know?” “Don’t think about it too much, I’m sure nothing bad happened”

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the way he spoke about people you knew going missing was strange, like he wasn’t really sad about it, like he lives for you depending on him through rough days

It wasn’t until that one random day that you put everything together.

You were cleaning, sweeping floors, wiping counters, washing dishes, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until you noticed something small under the coffee table. A small glint of silver light that caught the corner of your eye. You went to pick it up, only to realize it was a watch.

Not just any watch, HIS watch. Not Gojo’s watch, but the baristas watch. You knew it was his, you had seen it so many times as he made your coffee, grabbed your sandwich, handed you your change. It was HIS. You knew it was

Gojo didn’t even gasp when you confronted him about it, didn’t try to hide behind lies or excuses. He spoke casually, as if discussing the weather “yeah, I killed them. So?” You were screaming, crying, begging for an answer. His expression softened and he got up and tried hugging you “oh sweetheart don’t do that now…I needed to! They were all too close to you, but you don’t need them!” He took your cheeks in his hands and smiled “it’s just us now! You should be happy, they won’t bother you anymore..it’s just us” That wasn’t a good enough answer to you, and it wouldn’t be a good enough answer to any sane person on earth. But Satoru Gojo didn’t care no matter you screamed and cried

You threaten to go to the police, to tell them the sick monster he was. He only wiped your tears like they were an inconvenience and spoke softly “Oh sweetheart…Who’s gonna stop me?”