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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? youâre 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, youâre sitting on his bed, the scent of lavender detergent fills your nostrils and the strong smell of very expensive cologne fights itâs way up there as well.
youâre beyond tired, annoyed, you canât stand it anymore, any of it. first; itâs the way he talks to you like he knows everything in the world and you donât, second; itâs the way he acts around you, like youâre some small kitten that might hurt itself by crawling into the wrong hole, third; itâs that stupid smell, his smell. itâs everywhere you canât escape it: itâs in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen. everywhere.
your day is the same as alwaysâhe 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 daysâwhen you miss your old life particularly more than you usually doâyou 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 hadnât worked. you hear the front door open and then close before you hear the familiar locks click into place. once again trapped. then itâs footsteps, and heâs 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 youâre crying (itâs more demanding if anything; you wonât be leaving this conversation until he gets the answers he wants). truthfully, you didnât 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.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asks, his tone more sincere than it would normally be, but thereâs still a particular unpleasant frown on his face. âwhy are you crying? did something happen?â heâs 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 donât 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 youâre 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: âi miss my family.â
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. âaw, you poor thing,â 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 isnât his face. âwhy canât you let me go?â you sniff back snot that threatens to drip from your nose, âi promise i wonât tell anyone, justâŚjust let me go. let me leave, please.â more tears spill out of your eyes.
âyou know i canât do that.â he says it in such a way that makes more tears spill out of your eyes. you donât want to hear it, you donât want to hear another thing from him. you donât want to feel his hands on your body, and you especially donât want to smell him in every single corner of your new life.
âwhy?â 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.
âwell, whoâs going to keep you safe if i let you go? huh? i know you canât handle whatâs out there all by your lonesome, and i sure as hell canât tie you to my leg so i know where you are at all timesâŚbut that does sound like an interesting ideaâŚanyway. with you safely in here i knew exactly where you are and what youâre doing at all times.â
he points to the camera in the corner of the room, and itâs just like the ones he has all over the house to watch you while heâs 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. âyou canât do that!â you yell at him and shake you head, tears falling everywhere. âyou canât just keep me here forever!â 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.
âhey, come on now, iâm just keeping you from harms way.â a frown makes its way onto his face again, but itâs 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.
youâre back where you started. âplease, gojo,â you beg, âyou can see me whenever you want, i just want to see my family, thatâs all i want.â your head falls into his lap, itâs 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.
âi told you no.â 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. âweâve been over this before, havenât we? you need to start listening to me. iâm trying to keep you safe, you donât know whatâs out there.â
you sob into the material of his pants letting out incoherent nonsense that can roughly be translated into âplease i want to go homeâ, but how silly because you are home. youâre 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 âmonsterâ 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, âyou shouldnât cry so much youâll get a headache.â
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. âhow about i go make us some food? how does that sound?â
âiâm not hungry.â
âi could order us something? what do you want?â that stupid smile you hate so, so much wonât leave his face.
âno,â you spit back without thinking, âi just want to go home.â
âyouâre still stuck on this?â he barely holds back and eye roll. âthatâs becoming a problem.â
thereâs 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, thriceâŚyou hold back your sobs but your tears never stop.
âstop asking and letâs go eat.â 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 wasnât one you were willing to pay, so fate chose your other option for you. but there really wasnât any other option, he was going to have you either way whether you liked it or not. whether you wanted him or not.
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i haaaaate when iâm on ao3 and im looking for something good to eat and it says that the language is english but when i press the fic itâs in mandarin or sum shi YOU CANT DO THAT
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? youâre 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, youâre sitting on his bed, the scent of lavender detergent fills your nostrils and the strong smell of very expensive cologne fights itâs way up there as well.
youâre beyond tired, annoyed, you canât stand it anymore, any of it. first; itâs the way he talks to you like he knows everything in the world and you donât, second; itâs the way he acts around you, like youâre some small kitten that might hurt itself by crawling into the wrong hole, third; itâs that stupid smell, his smell. itâs everywhere you canât escape it: itâs in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen. everywhere.
your day is the same as alwaysâhe 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 daysâwhen you miss your old life particularly more than you usually doâyou 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 hadnât worked. you hear the front door open and then close before you hear the familiar locks click into place. once again trapped. then itâs footsteps, and heâs 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 youâre crying (itâs more demanding if anything; you wonât be leaving this conversation until he gets the answers he wants). truthfully, you didnât 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.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asks, his tone more sincere than it would normally be, but thereâs still a particular unpleasant frown on his face. âwhy are you crying? did something happen?â heâs 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 donât 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 youâre 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: âi miss my family.â
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. âaw, you poor thing,â 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 isnât his face. âwhy canât you let me go?â you sniff back snot that threatens to drip from your nose, âi promise i wonât tell anyone, justâŚjust let me go. let me leave, please.â more tears spill out of your eyes.
âyou know i canât do that.â he says it in such a way that makes more tears spill out of your eyes. you donât want to hear it, you donât want to hear another thing from him. you donât want to feel his hands on your body, and you especially donât want to smell him in every single corner of your new life.
âwhy?â 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.
âwell, whoâs going to keep you safe if i let you go? huh? i know you canât handle whatâs out there all by your lonesome, and i sure as hell canât tie you to my leg so i know where you are at all timesâŚbut that does sound like an interesting ideaâŚanyway. with you safely in here i knew exactly where you are and what youâre doing at all times.â
he points to the camera in the corner of the room, and itâs just like the ones he has all over the house to watch you while heâs 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. âyou canât do that!â you yell at him and shake you head, tears falling everywhere. âyou canât just keep me here forever!â 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.
âhey, come on now, iâm just keeping you from harms way.â a frown makes its way onto his face again, but itâs 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.
youâre back where you started. âplease, gojo,â you beg, âyou can see me whenever you want, i just want to see my family, thatâs all i want.â your head falls into his lap, itâs 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.
âi told you no.â 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. âweâve been over this before, havenât we? you need to start listening to me. iâm trying to keep you safe, you donât know whatâs out there.â
you sob into the material of his pants letting out incoherent nonsense that can roughly be translated into âplease i want to go homeâ, but how silly because you are home. youâre 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 âmonsterâ 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, âyou shouldnât cry so much youâll get a headache.â
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. âhow about i go make us some food? how does that sound?â
âiâm not hungry.â
âi could order us something? what do you want?â that stupid smile you hate so, so much wonât leave his face.
âno,â you spit back without thinking, âi just want to go home.â
âyouâre still stuck on this?â he barely holds back and eye roll. âthatâs becoming a problem.â
thereâs 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, thriceâŚyou hold back your sobs but your tears never stop.
âstop asking and letâs go eat.â 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 wasnât one you were willing to pay, so fate chose your other option for you. but there really wasnât any other option, he was going to have you either way whether you liked it or not. whether you wanted him or not.
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᪤ bbf!ellie williams x reader âą sheâs so annoyingâŚbut a kiss from her is something you canât ever resistâŚ
âhowâs that boyfriend of yours doing?â thereâs a sort of mock in ellieâs voice. a sense of need to humiliate you like she usually does with questions like these.
âwhy?â you narrow your eyes at her, squinting them slightly trying to see what she was getting at, even though you knew all too well in what direction this was heading in.
âjust making conversation, thatâs all,â she hums at you, way too amused by your response. you donât like her tone, and you especially hate the way she talks to you and parades around your house like she owns it.
your eye twitches at the thought. why is she so damn cocky? you know itâs all a facade, a mask she wears to get under you skin because she knows how easy it is to get you all nervous and flustered.
âso how is he?â she presses, head tilting to the side with a smirk that makes you want to strangle her right there and then.
you think, she definitely knows that itâs been 3 months since you broke up with him for reasons that are, on the contrary very logical; he was a man. but you indulge her for no particular reason. âwe broke up.â
âoh, iâm sorry,â ellie muses, feigning concern. a fake frown hung over her lips like she actually cares.
you laugh at her clear smugness, head rolling back before you turn to look back at her. âdonât give me your pity. we both know you donât care,â you find it quite ironic that she seems to give the impression that she does truly care for your heartbreak, but in reality sheâs been praying for it. for her own benefit that is.
âoh no, trust me, i care.â she concedes.
ââŚfor? my relationships? people i date or talk to?â you lift your brow, gaze drilling into her eyes like youâre trying to see whatâs behind them.
âmmmh, yes.â
âwhy? humour me.â
âbecause i care about you.â
the words are thrown at one another like three quick snaps. one. two. three. and you watch her mouth open again, âhavenât i told you that before?â
your chest tightens at her words, face dropping in fear that maybe there were some unwanted ears around. you swing your head to one side than to the other looking to see if maybe there had been. to your fortunate surprise there wasnât. thanks whoever because if your brother heard her say that you donât know what he wouldâve done.
âdonât say that, ellie.â you stop her, voice loose of the confidence it once had.
âwhy not?â she indulges even though she knows why. youâve heard stories from peopleâfriends, and most importantly your own brother. heâs warned you to stay as far away from ellie as you possibly could. such a strange thing to hear about a girl youâve known since you were 5 and she was 7, the same girl that would wipe tears from under your eyes after you feel off your bike.
ellie was not the monster that everyone made her out to be. not with you at least. âshe plays with hearts like they are cardsâ tomfoolery you thought, ellie is sweet, teasing but kind. but just because she was soft towards you doesnât mean she wasnât the card player they called her.
âthatâs a stupid question.â you give her an annoyed eye roll, because you both knew it was a dumb thing to ask.
âhe doesnât have to know.â she tells you, scooting closer to you now. her arm round the back of the couch, one leg up on the cushion, and the other tapping against the carpet on the floor. when she shifted closer to you you felt her knee press against your thigh and her face was now much closer to yours than it was before, noses practically touching. âhe wonât.â
âyouâŚâ a whisper, breathing hitting her face. her eyes drift down to your lips and you watch as she licks her own. the tension is as thick as itâs ever been. ââŚdonât know that.â
âi do.â ellie reassure you like she already has the answers for everything. and you have to give it to her because one thing youâve always known about ellie that stayed true was that she was good at convincing you.
and after what feels like forever(about 47 seconds) of silence she moves her face close enough to plant a kiss to your lips. it may have not been the first time but it sure felt like it was. lips gentle as ever, tongue poking into your mouth.
âi wonât let him know.â she whispers against your lips, her palm coming up to cradle the side of your face. you eyes slide shut and you melt into her touch and lose your mind to the contact of her lips.
âokay.â is all you manage to say before completely letting ellie win just like she always does.
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