DADDY'S HOME

DADDY'S HOME

FT. GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, GETO SUGURU

content warnings: yandere themes, past mentions of abuse, noncon, baby trapping, dubcon, manipulation, stalking, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, ooc characters, crying, redemption arc?, murder, abuse, rushed writing. dead dove do not eat.

notes. my first post in april. been struggling for awhile and having writer's block plus having the new addition of two chunky puppies that looks like potatoes with legs. requests are slowly being worked on and i deeply apologize for the delay. thank you!

synopsis: long they searched for you and only to find out you have a child. their child. would they be still the same person who had hurt you or a changed man for the sake of your child?

GOJO SATORU

“where's your mom, little guy?”

there is no doubt about it. the child in front of him is his. it is like looking at the younger version of himself except for the hair, dyed black to conceal the snow-white hair identical to him. how fast can he come up with the conclusion that the child is his?

gojo was careful of the past hookups he got tangled with. there's no way he will knock some random stranger and be forced to take responsibility for a child he didn't want. there is only one person he did get pregnant, you.

his wife who escaped left him a few years ago with his unborn child growing inside your belly. funny how all those escape attempts you'd done in the past, you only succeeded once and that is when you're pregnant and then after that you disappeared like you didn't exist in his life but gojo isn't that willing to let you go. he will find you. there's no force or power in this life that can stop in him and only fate to intervene and guide him to you which leaves him in this current situation.

the sun begins to set and the clouds turned into a mix of oranges and red. the swing makes a creaking sound as it sways back and forth along with chains clanging with every move. resonating into the emptiness of the park and his son only ignores him. barely glancing at him while staring at the distance. waiting. waiting for his mother. waiting for his wife to pick him up.

gojo chuckles at the cold treatment his son have been giving him. hadn't been the most affectionate person just like when he's at that age. unforgiving and arrogant. he looked at the ground beneath him. a brief memory flashes by before looking at his son again. leaving the swing at a flash and sprinting towards someone. he follows the little boy and gojo smirks. fate do favor him.

“mama!” your little boy called to you. almost jumping in your arms and you fumbled a bit. balancing the plastic bags in your hold to pick up your son. threading his hair with your fingers and kissing his forehead like you always do.

“satoshi! sorry for making you wait. mama had errands to do. how are you?” in which your son looks at you with a huge grin in his face. making you smile in return and he whips his head to look at the swings and you followed his sight. there he is, your nightmare. the reason you have your son.

the temperature drops with every second as the wind blows stronger. you hugged your son tighter to you. your body freezing with your mind telling you to run and with a deep breath. you squeezed your son before taking a step backwards and turning around. never looking back.

he watched as his son went to you and you picking him up and you realizing that he's near you. just within arm's reach and that fear coming from you. good to know he still have a hold on you.

calm down! you tell to yourself while you carried satoshi away from that man. you know you can't hide from him forever. you will just run again. no matter how many times. you did it once — what's the difference of doing it again.

you write a mental note to yourself to pack your bags after this. you're not going back again to him, not with your child. you don't want him to go through the same things he put you through. he was already dead to your son and to you and he's merely a ghost who terrorizes you. when you got home, you made sure to lock all your doors before making dinner and tucking your son to bed and then you grab the bags.

after packing up the last necessities, you slowly trudged your way up to your son's room and your heart drops when you see him looming besides your son's sleeping figure.

“quite bold of you.” he began to speak and your lips tremble. he didn't face you and kept looking at his son. your face bereave with anger. “s—” the words die out before he interrupted you.

“going as far to dye my boy's hair. almost thought he's not mine and thinking you found yourself another man to take care of you. breaks my heart to kill him and take you.” caressing his son's hair. satoshi remained asleep despite the scene unfolding.

“satoshi doesn't need someone like you. we don't need you. stay away from him. from us.” you murmured. careful not to wake satoshi up and find his father. you don't need someone like gojo to be around satoshi.

“can't i?” said satoru. slowly standing up and making his way to you. “cause the last thing i remember, you were still mrs. gojo. pregnant with my baby.” you let out a silent yelp when he suddenly hugged you.

“let go.” you firmly warned him. squirming from his grasp but he only held you tighter. “i won't. now you're here with me. you don't know how much i have missed you.” he breathes out. his hand in the back of your head until it slowly descends on your back. squeezing the dips of your hips and you silently gasp. trying to keep the tears at bay. his nose in the pulse of your neck. breathing in your scent. “you won't deny me.” he whispers and before he could fully go down in you. he hears the bed creak, followed by someone shifting and a sniffle coming from his son. his hold got loose on you and with that, you pushed him off. joining his son in his bed to comfort him.

satoshi sniffles, his eyes fluttering and showing the blues that he inherited from his father. “mama?” he calls you and you immediately shush him. “mama's here, satoshi.” you coo. pulling the covers and tucking it beside you and satoshi latched into you. his eyes beading with tears. “it's just a nightmare, satoshi. nothing's going to hurt you.” you lied. there's only one who could hurt you both. the man who put you in hell for his own. he can do that to satoshi too and you won't let him.

although gojo had longed and wanted to take you there at the moment, he let you tend to his son. set aside the urges of longing for you who left him. a discovery he just had found hours ago. he's a father now. his back presses at the cold wall behind him and he melts at the tender moment before him. this is what you had been doing for the last five years and is it that long. five years. five years had gone by and he missed it. he wasn't there to take care for you and watch his child grow up. you stole the years and the moments where he could be with you and his son.

there's the gnawing feeling that eats him inside. the betrayal simmering in his chest the day you left him, days after he received the news that you were carrying his heir. it feels like an eternity after that.

when satoshi finally settled and you can hear the tiny snores coming from him. you slowly removed yourself from his side. it took awhile to pry his hands clutching your top before replacing it with a pillow. you kiss him in the forehead and it's finally to face him.

you're beneath him. his head hung low while he stares deeply at your eyes. both of your hands are pinned beside you. he glances at your bedside table. littered with pictures of you and satoshi. it makes his heart bleed to see him absent from all of it. he wasn't even there to see satoshi as a baby, taking his first step and see him grow to what he is now. it's all because you choose to leave him.

“you raised satoshi well.”

“i did. i'm not raising satoshi with you around.”

gojo hums, “oh, really? he didn't ask who might be his father is?” quite curious about it and he knows what you're about to answer and you didn't disappoint.

“i did. told his father was dead because you don't exist to us. to satoshi. why bother with us who don't want you?” you bravely stared back at his eyes and you thought this is going to be satoshi when he grows up to be satoru's age.

“i am bothered with it. my wife leaving me out of the blue with my child inside you. i told you, didn't i? i will always find you.”

you take a deep breath to keep the tears from spilling out of you. “five years. five years, satoru. you should have moved on. find another woman who can give what you want.”

“they can't if they are not you. why would I want myself another one when i know my wife and child are alive. how could you be so cruel to me, (y/n). you're my one and only.” gojo holds your cheek in his one hand while his eyes roam to your face and then landing in your lips.

he's been dying to kiss you for a long time and he can do it again. it feels like the first time he had kissed you. soft. gentle and sweet. it hurt him a bit to see you bite your lips with your eyes closed but he didn't care. he knows this was also the same way you reacted when you both created satoshi.

a familiar warmth creep up on him. his once cold heart melting at the contact of your lips against his. heart thrumming in slow beats. shallow breaths fans your skin and he gazes at you, with the same adoration present in the blues of his eyes.

“leave, satoru.” you protested but gojo ignores it. “no, i won't. you're stuck with me.” you cry softly when he kisses you again. hands wandering all over your body and whispering filth of how he missed your body.

“satoshi's sleeping next room.” he shushes you. “i know, that's why we have to keep quiet. you sure can manage that, mochi?” he didn't change with his nicknames and you were left weak and hopeless against his touches.

that night he ravaged you. marking the expanse of your skin. praising how you were still his wife and you never changed. the plushness of your body and just everything about you. motherhood is kind to you. he says. your body is made for him, nurturing his child and you freeze when he talks about putting one on you again. saying that he will give the next his all love with you present and you will both take care of satoshi and his sibling. you were terrified. tasting freedom once and he's back on you again to take it. escaping will be harder and you don't think it'll allow you with again.

in a blink of an eye, you were in your own prison again. you find yourself staring at the familiar garden and you think five years will change it. he kept it the same as the last when you left with promises that you will both be watching as your children played.

satoshi's hair had gone to its natural color. he's the spitting image of his father much to his delight but his child remained wary of him. even he's staring at the older image of him. he remained by your side.

“will i have a baby brother, mama?” he asks you while you were resting. “i don't know, satoshi. do you want a baby brother?” caressing your swollen belly and you fought the tears. satoshi noticing the tears pooling in your eyes, instantly expresses his concern. “no...no. mama is just a bit tired, satoshi. don't you worry about it, okay?” you assure him. “is it the baby?” you nodded at his question. he pouts at your answer. “then i don't want a baby brother.... or a sister!” he exclaims before jumping to hug you.

“satoshi, don't be mean to your baby brother or sister.” your husband pulls satoshi from you. “i hate who makes mama cry.” gojo chuckles at him. “me too, satoshi. let's protect your mama, shall we?” he embraces your son. satoshi nods, and you die a little inside.

you will spend the next years playing house with him with a new addition to this family. you still can't accept this. his words haunts you and you just can't.

gojo caresses your belly. looking at you with a smile on his face. “can't wait for this little one to arrive.” he says to you and you crack a smile at him. the thought of escape no longer lingers in your mind. not that you can think when you have a child with him and one coming.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami didn't take you leaving him to be so distressing. his life revolving around you and a baby on the way. it's going to be complete. a life with you and it took one night for you to leave him without a trace and so he goes back to working overtime.

the first days were grueling. searching for everywhere. going as far in finding information with your relatives who had given up on finding you. there's no sign of you. he spent the days and night thinking about you. worried about how you're doing without him. what about the baby? if the baby was to survive and reach the age of consciousness will his child think of him? the thoughts are endless and he don't think he can live another day without you.

the fluorescent lights are too bright for his eyes that has been drowned by the darkness of his room. his headaches becoming unbearable as the minute passes by and the stench of the hospital adding to his already dulled senses. cheeks hollowed with his sunken eyes. dragging his step to move forward. he shouldn't be here but if he wants to continue his job, a prescription would be nice from a professional.

after a scolding from the older doctor, balding with a pot belly. yapping about his health while he wrote his prescription. consisting of vitamins and stuff he didn't bother to read cause he will only give it to the pharmacist and continue his own source of living.

he was nearing the exit when a particular sign caught his sight. pediatric & maternity ward. he stops for a moment. wondering if you were here and he's accompanying you to get the first check up of your pregnancy and then an appointment for your ultrasound. hear the first heartbeat of his child and know the due date of you giving birth.

it's almost a year since you left him and he was to blame. nanami knows it was wrong to keep you for himself. telling that the outside world is dangerous for someone like you and he's facing the consequences of hurting you.

you must have given birth at this day and the baby must be four-months old. his heart grows heavy the more he thinks of you and his child. he began to walk away, the ward giving him pain and the regrets showing up. before he could step outside the doors from the ward opens and he hears a voice that he misses dearly.

when he turned around, he had to rubbed his eyes to ensure his vision wasn't playing him. there you stood, a nurse assisting you and talking on what he can assume as good wishes to you.

his breath hitches and when the nurse bid you farewell before going back to her duties. you smile back at the nurse and your attention is back in your baby. adjusting the blanket to provide warmth for the infant and when you were contented from it, you raised you head to look at your way. beginning to walk and you notice him.

you stopped when you recognize him. out of all the places to meet him, a hospital it is. worst is — you have your baby with you. hesitating to move forward or turn around and look for a another exit but it's him. it's nanami. you couldn't forget him and his ways of making you feel trapped.

what feels like an eternity and standing like a statue you continued to walk. abandoning the fear of being under him again. you could just ignore him and go home and so you did.

it hurts so much to let you go and he didn't have the strength to confront you. knowing that you'll run again and he don't want to scare you and make things worst. it pains him and yet, he was at peace. a heavy weight being lifted from his chest and he thinks he can breath properly again.

it took him awhile to get back in his daily routine when you were still around. he'd gotten better. there's no longer the dark lines under his eyes and he seems productive nowadays. he knows you won't take him back and he can't do that again to you. he won't give you a reason to loathe him again — not when his child is present in both of your lives.

he got your address effortlessly and now, he's standing in front of your door. holding a bouquet of flowers and he's adjusting his tie before knocking in your front door. he hears the shuffle of feet and the lock clicking. revealing yourself in front of him.

in a span of a year, you slowly managed to get back on your feet. body aching while you wash yourself clean and heal the wounds you inflicted in yourself while you were in his captivity. you needed to change — if you were going to bring this baby in the world. a brand new start for yourself.

when you met him that day at the hospital with his child cradled in your arms. it won't be too long for him to get you back and you feared for the safety of your child. you know nanami isn't that heartless but considering how could he be selfish at times — you knew what fate would await for your daughter.

not until he came knocking at your door. you weren't prepared for it and you did what only you can do — shut the door. it didn't happen, his arm blocking the door. “please, darling. let me explain.” he pleaded and it kinds of break your heart to hear him pleading but you're too hurt to give in. “leave us alone, kento.” you say to him but he's persistent.

he won't be leaving anytime soon, you think and maybe he'll force his way and escalate into something that can harm you or your child and you give in. you pull the door open and nanami sighs in relief when you opened the door for him.

“what do you want?” you bite your tongue when you said it. he didn't need to answer, you know what he wants.

“can we talk?” although he's a little worried about how you will react about it considering his past mistakes and he knows you're not going to open up at him anytime soon.

he didn't missed the change in your attitude. what hostility forming into you change into something of a hesitation. chewing into your lips as you decide whether you were ready to talk to him until you nodded. granting him to explain what he was about to say to you.

“come inside.” you softly mutter as you turned your back around him.

the full force of his regrets came crashing down at him from how the way you treat him. a reflection of how he badly treated you from shielding you against the world when it was him who was truly hurting you.

“so...” you started to speak at him. “what brings you here?” why are you this!? you thought to yourself. screaming internally at the the questions you were asking to him. how come you are this weak when it comes to this. you needed to be strong. prepare for the worst.

“you. i came here for you and for the baby. forgive me, darling but is the baby mine?”

you flinch when he questioned your baby's parentage and the bottled up feelings you were suppressing instantly bursting into the scene.

“is the baby yours?...” your words drawl out. “is the baby yours!? i didn't know that you could be this stupid, kento?! you kept me chained for years and knocked me up with your baby and you question me about her! how could you....?” so much for suppressing the feelings you couldn't say to him for a long time.

a wave of regret washes over him and you were right. he is stupid. you were crying because of him again. you were shaking like a leaf while tears continuously flowing out from your eyes. your sobs are muffled and tears are soaking his shirt. his chin resting in the top of your head while he held you close. he wishes he could take your pain. redeem himself from his old ways of treating you bad.

“you come here telling me you want me back and you want to be a part of her life.....” days. nights. you were thinking of him despite what he had done to you. “i told you, i didn't want her. didn't want a child for me to raise... cried myself to sleep every night after escaping you.” it was true. how you feel your baby growing inside you every seconds of your life, it terrified you. thinking how can you raise the baby.

kento's eyes softened. he didn't know it would hurt so much like he felt when you left him. you were getting the brunt of it more than he did. he thinks back from the days of how he treated you and the whole duration of your pregnancy and you giving birth alone. you must been so scared and alone.

all of that, the words of what you said sinking deeper in his skin. remorse and regret is evident in his face while he held you.

“i didn't know.” he whisper, his voice above a breath. “i didn't know you felt that way, darling.” the endearment of what he used to call you and calling you again with it again cause more tears to spring in your eyes. oh, how you love and hate him at the same time.

“i didn't know i could hurt you this bad, i—i was only thinking that if i have you back, everything will be fine. i didn't realize i was hurting you this much.”

he slowly moves away from you. reaching tentatively to hold your hands and his heart breaks to see the face he loves so much to be this hurt. “i want to make things right, darling.” there's a slight tremor in his voice. “i know i can't undo what i had done to you, but please, let me be here for you, for our child.” he holds your hands gently. “i'll do whatever to earn your forgiveness.” you were taken aback from all of it but deep down you could never trust him or forgive him. you didn't respond and you can only shake your head not until you hear crying in the nursery room where your baby sleeps.

“if you want to be better, leave us.” you began to walk away and as much nanami wants to snatch you again, you stop in your tracks. “and maybe, i'll let you back to us.”

“for now.” you added.

he kept true to his words. it's hard but it can never compare of what you had been through and he respects the boundary you were setting. he sent you flowers during the time he wasn't around and it was not enough, he needed to see you and when he did, he was granted to see his daughter, hold her in his arms.

the baby looks like you except for the blonde hair and it was just like he dreamt. a family with you. she's perfect. perfect as her mother who graced him with her presence and this baby, he will protect this child with you.

he finds you crying. masking it as dust getting in your eyes but nanami knows you like the back of his hand. after tucking his daughter back to her crib, he joins you. sitting beside you and it broke his heart a million pieces knowing you were still in the process of forgiving him.

he's a father now but he is still your husband. “i'm so sorry, darling.” he whispers, holding your hand in his. pulling you closer to rest your head in his shoulder but nanami had longed to kiss you again.

he cups your face in his hands. caressing your round cheeks and despite wanting to recoil from his touch and avoid his gaze, some part of you wants to be held like this and you can't lie to yourself that you missed him despite everything. tough love it was or is it there still love in that?

“let me make it up you.” you shaked your head. closing your eyes and a tear escaped from the corner of your eye. nanami frowns. sighing before pressing his forehead into yours for a moment before pulling away to kiss your forehead.

this is nothing, he will endure it for a very long time until he can be yours again.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

he call it a happy accident. toji happens to beat that self-proclaimed sorcerer piece of shit and now, that shit is meeting his creator. he pays the body no mind when that leather wallet of this weakling drops beside his body. well, it's not the body is only cold. he expects to find some cold, hard cash there and he gets more than that. a picture of his wife and toji clicks his tongue. kicking the son of a bitch's body. annoyed that his wife is playing house with a another man that didn't even manage to put a scratch on him.

an idea appeared in his mind and toji smirks. he could pay this wife of his a visit. you would be so happy to meet him.

he came knocking at your door and the look you expressed is the best you can ever muster in a true horror of him finding you, it didn't disappoint.

“hey there wife. remember me?” he said in the most cocky voice he can muster and look at you, you're almost shaking in your boots but toji is surprised as you are when you were holding a toddler in your arms. a dead ringer of him. round, emerald eyes with the same eyelashes and face as his. clutching your blouse with a pacifier in his mouth.

his sight narrows to his son and to you. his once surprised face being replaced with a bored look and you couldn't even bring yourself to close the door. you don't know what he's thinking and so he got you when you're weak.

“you birthed a brat and it's mine?” it's not a question really when he comes doing this. his hard body pressed against your soft one. trapped in the cold table where you prepare him tea. insisting that he's a guest in your house and you must be a good host to serve him.

toji sighs, a low grunt coming from him. “you could be so mean if you want to. hiding my child and you come playing house with a man you replaced me with.” your blood runs cold with every words he said and the hands wandering all over your body until it came creeping below your blouse and his rough hands are squeezing the flesh of your stomach. you closed your eyes shut.

“he's a good man. which you will never be and you killed him.” your lungs contracts before releasing a breath that will took you days, months or for years to tell him that and you said it in one breath.

his eyebrows twitch. a look of disdain dawning in his face. just because you tasted freedom and you're acting like a goddamn independent bitch. you deserved to be punished.

the tea's now forgotten cold. you're pinned in the counter top with toji's cupping your jaw in a deathly grip. the skin of your wrist turning into a another shade. the circulation cut off and it begins to numb.

“who said about me being good man? he's a weakling who can't even protect himself and that weakling lead me to you and you're his what? his bitch? a body to warm his bed? when you should be doing it to mine!? you're one ungrateful bitch.” toji chuckles and he smirks triumphantly.

“my kindness needs to be paid, princess.” and here he goes calling you with the spiteful nickname to you.

he didn't give you the time to reply and forcefully kissed you. you almost choked at his whole body weight crushing your own. you couldn't even move your face to the side and reject that kiss of him. you didn't need him and your mind froze thinking of megumi.

you don't want him to see you in this position with his father. you kissed back, giving him what he wants so you can tell him. resistance is futile with megumi present in your life now.

toji grunts. you can feel him smile against your lips and when he breaks the kiss. you stare at him with your eyes pleading. “megumi.” and toji got the message of what you're talking. he glances at the door of the kitchen and he can the tiny shadow of his son walking, although a little wobbly and using the walls to balance himself. he scoffs at his son, ruining his reunion with his mother and toji is quite annoyed by it but it didn't stop him from feeling proud of birthing his son.

toji lets you free and your knees wobbled, giving out on you and you were left kneeling at the cold floor. megumi spotted you and in his own steps made his way to you in which you hugged him tightly.

“you ain't going to introduce him to his old man, wife?” you pursed your lips at his question and ignored him. rubbing megumi's back and shutting his father out and it ticked toji to just take his son away from you but resisted the urge to do so. knowing he can use this to keep you to him again. you would be so obedient with a little threat.

“careful now. you don't want me taking our little megumi away from you.” he warns. “now, put megumi to sleep and we can continue this little reunion of ours.” you nodded and you immediately scamper away from him and you see the front door. you can run but he'll catch you. you accepted your fate now and you would take the brunt of his punishments cause you're a disobedient wide who didn't care about your husband's desire.

it would be a waste to chain you again. toji thought. you're a mother now and he got a son with you. he don't want any interfering from how you will raise his son. he couldn't think about anything and maybe after you put megumi to sleep. he could think the ways he could keep you by his side again. for now, he'll just be a little patient and he can have you again for himself again.

GETO SUGURU

it was a mix of being ashamed and scared.

you knew this day will come when suguru and his child will reunite once again. the last he seen you was a baby bump visible in your dress in which he was happy. it did take root. a new lineage for the age of sorcerers.

dusk beginning to settle in the skies and you were supposed to fetch your son in the front yard telling that supper is ready and to your surprise. you found suguru standing tall, head low to face your son. a smile plastered in his face the whole time talking to your son and then he notices your stiff figure standing in the pavement before slowly walking towards them.

“i am your father. did your mommy told you that?” he asks and your son is processing what the words could mean. taking a glance between you and to his father. waiting for an answer in which you remained silent and only to tell him to go inside and wait for you.

suguru smiles. the smile that you hadn't seen for years and you can't deny that it still have an effect on you. “missed me, (y/n)?” the curse user spoke to you. his black and long hair swaying in the rhythm of the gentle breeze blowing.

“not really.” you honestly said to him and suguru's eyes changes into something dark from how you responded. “guess you got tired of all that luxury or everything's not enough for you.” he tuts. following the changes that is present in your face but he only received a curt shake of your head.

how shallow is that. you were like a pet to him. something he owned. a possession. he didn't like you being you and so you were lavished with expensive stuff that would keep you chained from the compound and to his little family. family. one you never had and never truly belonged in his place however you laid with him every night and the result, your son. living and breathing.

once you found out you were with child. it was a realization that you were never free and it hit you that this child will suffer the same fate as you and so you walked out. never looking back with the sole intention that you will raise this child with a perspective of the world and not to be influenced. his own and so you lived for years in peace until he showed up.

a shiver went down your spine from the contact of his fingers tracing to your soft jawline. electric and shocking. with a touch you will obey him but it's different. you're a mother now and something so good will only bring you to your own demise and it will extend to your child.

it is but you missed him touching you. a slave for his affections and you weren't really different from your past self. mustering the courage is the same as surrending yourself from the man who you treated as your world.

closing your eyes and you raised your head to meet suguru's eyes. purple it is. “you would understand why i left you, suguru. i can't raise ryū in that place.”

“and you think excluding me from ryū's life will change it?” not breaking eye contact while he caress your round cheek.

“yes. you're mad suguru and i can't change that.”

suguru chuckles. how motherhood impacted your ways of thinking. finding it so endearing to see you standing up and you wouldn't believe it that he's much more in love with your or whatever he was feeling. he knows it's bad for him and to you. “look at that, motherhood did you good. mad? i'll show what's mad, my dear wife.” he leans to whisper something to your ear. “i will let this go once and then prepare yourself. you will be back to me and with ryū, there's no chance of turning your back away from me.” he softly threatens to you and it weighs heavier. a contrast of the mellow tone of voice he was using.

“see you soon, (y/n).” kissing your cheeks before waving a hand to say goodbye to your son who was staring behind the windows.

suguru left after that and you knew what's about to come and you wished none of that will happen but suguru was always true to his words and you abandoned hope.

he will come back.

HEAVENLY DELIGHT

|| the first entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── written in gojo's pov, god complex, nonconsensual groping, delusional thoughts. yandere themes, dark themes.

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ there's nothing sweeter for the gojo satoru to taste you.

you could be so naive sometimes.

only brushing my advances as nothing but vexations. how could you be so oblivious? do you need to be pinned before you can realize it. make you cry my name as i take you to drown into the depths of pleasure. would you like that? you do like testing my patience.

at first i only see you as my colleague, my partner in making the kids are all okay. you know the jujutsu society isn't that sacred along with those who are in the top who had nothing but cowardice and eliminate what they considered as a threat.

i try myself to not give involve in everything you see and here you are, breaking every sense i have. i know it will be a long journey for my feelings since you have captivated me. what i thought would be temporary would be an addiction.

you know i am not really a particular fan of sweets and i only eat a piece or two to stimulate my brain and it ended up for me having a sweet tooth. fascinating it is and you're here.

the subject of my newly found affections.

you remind me of those soft, fluffy, warm sweets i always had. i wonder what your taste would be but i bet you taste sweet. i know it.

i already decided you were to be mine. you know i don't let people make their own choices, simply, i don't. it will be no different to you, my sweet (y/n). you are fit to a god like me.

it won't be long before you will be mine and yet i may have underestimated you. you don't return the affections i give to you, why is that? i lure women to me, they're already at my feet begging for my attention or a simple glance at them and here i am like a fool. do you not like me? i understand my behavior annoys the people who knows me but you seem unaffected by it.

are you playing hard to get, (y/n)? i know women like you do that to test how serious are guys like me. i assure you that you'll be having everything you want from me, say the word and it's yours.

i always hug you. you asked me one time why i always hug you. it's the reason you're so soft against me. how can i feel everything about you. your scent, your voice, your body, all of you. i always tell you it's for good luck charm and you laugh at me for that but i know you like it too.

i make ways for the thing that needed to be done and i have been straightforward to you and i will make you feel how badly i crave you.

the teacher's lounge is awfully quiet today. i always sit in my favorite chair and i let my daydreams past here. a matter of time and you will be here. i ordered ijichi to call you and i obviously lied to him to tell others the missions for today. i will never let someone interrupt us.

i can't help but to smile when you entered the room. i know at this time of the day, you will be taking your break. you always greet me and take a sit in one of the couches. i decided to annoy you for today.

sitting besides you and drink in the sight of your plush body. i feel you flinch when i have place my arms around your shoulders. relax, i told you and loosened up. i pretend to ask what you were reading about and i could never get tired of hearing your voice. you're so pure and alive for me, (y/n).

you don't notice this gaze of mine who always stare at you with such need. silly me, how would you. i always have this blindfold on and despite this. i always see you in your full glory. so beautiful. so warm. so sweet. would you let me eat you.

i pinched your cheeks and do forgive me, i can't help it. i may have pinched your cheeks to hard and i can see the tears gathering in your eyes and my mind seems to think about the things i want to do with you.

i imagine you crying as you call my name. saying it's too much and you can't take it from how many times i have made you cum through my tongue and fingers but i know you have it in you and you can take me as long i am satisfied with you.

the call of my name brought me back to you. my poor, little (y/n). the word little seem to offend you. why? cause it's not your physique? oh, my baby. you are little with me. i would make you feel as i bend and press you against my body. my sweet, sweet, sweet baby.

caressing the skin where i may have caused you pain and i can see your flustered expression as i leaned closer to you. your lips twitch as not to breath in my face. don't do that. i need your mouth open for me and ready. let me hear you cry and whine when it's too much. beg and moan for me when you want more to pleasure you.

i have no self-control to you. the shock came before the small squeal coming from your mouth as i pressed my lips into yours. i was right, your lips taste sweet and it is soft. i could feel your hands pushing me, don't do that to me. my poor heart couldn't take a rejection from you.

breaking the kiss, i can see your lips tremble and you seem scared before muttering an apology. you don't want this and you only see me as your senpai and a colleague. don't worry you didn't offend me. i'll make you see me as your lover, your one and only as am i to you.

why are you running away. stay still and let me. you're hurting me now. don't let me force you. you belong to me. grabbing your hand, i pulled you to me, forcing you to straddle my lap and i can see your chest heaving.

cupping your cheeks and you seem to be horrified. everything's too sudden for you. it's your fault. why won't you bend to me but don't worry you will.

you're so soft and warm, (y/n). let's stay together here. stop squirming, i won't hurt you. my arm is wrapped around yours. i feel you shiver when i kissed your neck, so sensitive (y/n). i wonder if you're sensitive in other parts too and yes, you are. parting your thighs for my hands to warm and fuck. thighs so tender and soft and it jiggles when i slapped it. you were made for me. don't cry. don't cry. ssh.

i promise i'll make you good. lap at your juices from your sweet honeypot. your fat, juicy, cunt in my mouth. i'll make you cum until you can only speak of my name. i'll ravish until it marked you. don't you dare run away from me, (y/n).

remember this, i am the strongest. the honored one throughout heaven and earth and the power bestowed upon me is limitless.

you are fit to be mine, a heavenly delight for me to feast on.

HEY!

I asked Shai first!!

I declare you as my wife!

Here's your ring, love 💍

(I was scared and blushing while writing this...)

tee-hee, guess we're married now.

my current wips. hope i can finish them all🥲

Hi, I just discovered your blog and I love it, we need more chubby readers! 💜

Can I request yandere Sanzu and Izana (separate) with a gender neutral reader? When they discovered that his s/o have really bad nightmares (maybe because is the first time sleeping together or because they are spying on them while they are sleeping, wharever you want I'm sure will be amazing!)

[hurt/comfort]

DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE

FT. SANZU HARUCHIYO, IZANA KUROKAWA

content warnings: stalking, mentions of murder and illegal activities, hints at noncon, dubcon, bonten sanzu, delusional thoughts.

synopsis: a nightmare, what kind was it or is the person watching you is the nightmare?

sanzu had barely the time to take sleep when the night comes. as an executive of bonten he's usually tasked in cleaning out the traitors and exterminating them out of their holes. one could say that it is too tiring but to sanzu nothing's too tasking when it comes for the sake of bonten. after all of that blood he will reward himself going back to you.

to his sweet darling.

residing into one of the most expensive penthouse he owns where he kept you captive and provided with your basic needs. he recently just moved you there where he can keep you under surveillance with multiple bodyguards at the door. your security is far above more important, second to bonten.

tonight is where he will have the time to be with you. bonten was taking much of his time and leaving you all by yourself and he shall make his presence known to you and he was brimming with excitement.

masking it with a cold hard stare as he passed the halls where your bodyguards are stationed and within a minute he's standing in front of your shared bedroom with him. expecting you would be asleep at this hour sanzu carefully steps in but only to find you awake.

gaze softening a bit when he sees you. shivering from what he knows as fear. “don't be afraid.” he mutters. a huge grin plastered in his face as he throws his vest followed by his gloves being removed.

you should be. you were taken away from home and you're in an unknown place with a stranger who claims to be your protector but you didn't need one.

“i need to go home please.” pulling the blankets and shoving them beside you. sanzu frowns. “nonsense. you belong here now and it's our first night. you don't want to upset me.” his voice dead calm and you bit your lips. finding there was no way you can reason with a man like him.

your body jerk before your brain could process what was happening. cold hands in your shoulder while you're being slowly pushed in bed. his smile offsetting by the scars in the corner of his mouth moving. “w—what are you doing?” you stammer out. heart beating a mile from the touch and the bells ringing in your head from what he's about to do.

“putting you to bed. you had a long day and i shall rest with you.” placing himself beside you and you were not sure what you are doing and he said to rest and so you complied but still scared to the bone with an unknown man forcing you to sleep with him.

your head hit the pillows and you were covered by the blanket you previously shoved. “sleep.” he orders. “aren't you going to sleep?” you ask him. he only shushes you however your mind and body isn't accustomed to being with him. part of you thinks that you need to follow him or else it's going to be bad. trying to ease your mind and relaxing your body, your eyes begin to get droopy and the last thing you see is his torso and the feeling of his hand gently petting your head.

a content stoic look graces sanzu's face. he didn't had the time to admire you closer and when you've gone to sleep, he sees all the blemishes decorating your face along what you hid underneath that pajama. it's been a month since he made you captive. obsessed with the idea of you being his and so he did.

your chest falls up and down with every breath you take. adorned with a soft body and although he's quite sleepy he resisted it. he wanted to take you this night but left the idea of it. he can do it the next time and you're looking much more tired than him.

tenderness isn't the no. two of bonten's executive greatest strength. used to the taste of ecstasy pills giving him the adrenaline along with the blood bath of traitors and enemies and yet he's capable of this to you along with the filth he wishes to do so.

his cold digits brushed over to the roundness of your cheek and before he could fully admire it, a whimper coming from your lips and your brows furrowing indicated that you were having a nightmare and in his sick mind enjoys seeing the look of terror in your face along with your body convulsing but haruchiyo can't be cruel to you for long.

he gently shake you up and when he got your body ridden with nightmare awake, he pulls you closer towards him. his thin arms wrapped around your shoulder while he whispers you sweet nothings until you're fully calmed down. soft pants coming from you and sanzu might discovered that you're prone to having nightmares and he feels a little bad. who would comfort you when he's not with you? it's not like he's permitting others to touch you cause he won't. a bullet would come for them before they can lay a finger to you.

“it's only a nightmare.” he whispers to you. your plush body cradled by him. you pursed your lips. as if a nightmare isn't bad enough not when your kidnapper is comforting you. playing along is what you can do and you manage to get yourself back to sleep. afraid of what the morning comes and what your brain might conjure up. it's the least of your worries, really.

it is nothing when your greatest nightmare is besides you.

IZANA KUROKAWA

the night is only reserved for the creatures like izana.

thin rectangular hanafuda earrings gently sways with breeze along with the strands of his white hair. his red gang uniform delicately moves with the wind. it's almost to similar to wind chimes tinkling with the summer breeze rolling.

that's why you weren't awoken up to his presence being near to your sleeping form. it would destroy his plans if you were to find him. izana doesn't like to make his appearance known to you. contented lurking in the shadows. ensuring his beloved is safe and away from the dangers of the streets and he could always admire you.

watch as you peacefully snooze under the covers of your room. soon to be terrorized of nightmares that awaits you upon descending in your wonderland. izana doesn't like that. it is bad to start when he can't comfort you. he needs to wait or it will just go down in the flames.

first time it happened, although he may not show it he's deeply worried about you. your angelic face scrunched up with sweat beading in your forehead and the small whimpers similar to cries. tossing back and forth and you wake up with terror upon your face. it hurts him. he wishes he was there to ease and tell you that it was fine and it's only a nightmare.

izana may be cruel and bitter but he can show compassion to his beloved. loved them dearly and he must work to fulfill his plans and achieved his goals and when all is on place, you would depend on him. find solace where him is only way to have peace.

and one day, you would regret when he's taking you away from your world and he would be the nightmare that didn't visit you in your mind but only to chain you with him.

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Like, I love it too much! I AM HOOKED

So much so that I wanna just marry you!!!!

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-anon

alrighty anon, not if i propose to you first.

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