||STALK-love|| Written By Me

||STALK-love||🌹 🔪 🩸 written by me

🔞 Student!Gojo x reader| Minors DNI|YANDERE TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:stalking,photos,obssessive behavior,lot's of "mine" from the reader,blood,death(outside characters),maniacal,

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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P.s: it's my first time writing such topic so let me know how was it in the cooments

You’re overly obsessed with Gojo. You always follow him, even taking pictures of him without his knowledge. You would do anything for him, even killing for him if someone were to get between the two of you. No matter how much he tried to push you away, you’ll never stop trying to be with him. You don’t care what happens to yourself or anything else as long as you have him. You’re madly in love with him, and nothing else matters but him.

There’s something about him that drives you crazy and makes you want to never let him go. You’re completely smitten by him, and you can’t stop thinking about him. You’re constantly around him, even when he doesn’t want you to be. You stalk him online and collect pictures of him. You stalk his socials, and you keep tabs on his location. You follow him around the house and sneak snaps of him when he’s not looking.

You have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Gojo. All he does is take up space in your mind. You're always thinking about him, planning ways to get his attention, and trying to find ways to be around him. You have a whole folder dedicated to everything related to him. You search for any scraps of information you can find about him online and save everything you can. You collect pictures of him, even if he's not looking. You're absolutely obsessed with him.

"gojooo" You cooed hugging is arm snuggling "who was she?" you asked looking at the girl who just talked with him

"Just a colleague" he said, casually dismissing the girl who'd been speaking to him. He had a way of making things sound insignificant, even when they weren't. But you were here, with him… and the other girl wasn't. You were the only one he'd ever need. "What are you doing here?" he asked, shifting his gaze to you.

"nothing..just..you know..walking" You smiled before looking at the girl with hate

You hated the girl who'd been speaking with him. How dare she talk to him? You were the only one who deserved his attention. You stared at her with venom in your eyes, wishing you could get rid of her.

You dismissed Gojo with a bogus excuse as you slowly trailed the other girl, creeping up on her as you took out your knife from your holster around your waist. "Hey" you smiled cockily, hiding the knife behind your back. She had no idea the danger she was in. She thought she was just another coworker of Gojo's.

Your heart pounded as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. You stabbed the girl in the alley. "Gojo is mine, mine, mine!" you whispered,your voice dripping with jealousy. "You can't have him" you said, the madness in your eyes palpable as you kept stabbing the girl relentlessy,blood splattering all over you,on the walls.

"Mine" you repeated, the madness on your face increasing. "He's mine. Mine!" The madness on your face grew even more as you continued to repeat the same phrase, again and again. "Mine!" you screamed. "Mine! Mine! Mine!"

"Gojo is mine..mine.." You giggled as you slupt on the cold and moldy ground,hugging the bloody knife as you breathed out giggling again as you grabbed your cheeks smiling creepily "He's mine...mine,mine,mine"

The madness had taken over you now, and all you could think about was Gojo. You were so consumed with obsession and jealousy that nothing else mattered. All you wanted was him. He was the only person who made you feel alive, and you were willing to do anything to keep him yours. You were beyond reason and sanity, filled with the need to possess him. The madness was overwhelming, and you were incapable of thinking clearly. You were utterly irrational, crazed by your obsessive love.

The madness overwhelmed you completely, and you were no longer able to distinguish reality from your obsessions. You were completely irrational, blinded by your love and jealously. The madness had taken over, and you were unable to control your emotions. The need to possess Gojo was all-consuming, and nothing else mattered. You were deranged, driven to do whatever it took to keep him yours, to prevent anyone else from getting him.

Now that the girl is out of the way, you hug Gojo, snuggling up to him and purring. You feel so much better now that she's gone. She can't threaten you anymore. She can't try to steal your man. It's just you and him now, and that's the way it should be.

You lean your head on Gojo’s chest as your arms wrap around him. You feel so much lighter, like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. He’s all yours now. The other girl doesn’t exist anymore. You only have him, and no one else will ever get in your way again.

Dating Gojo Satoru <3

||AT FAULT||🫀🩹 written by me

🔞 Adult!Yuji x reader| Minors DNI|TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:runned over,blood,angst,near death expierence,reader is "clumsy",hint of d*pression,hospital,coma,really depressing,lot of Yuji crying

inspired by //Vacation-young and this image

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s it's better read in Pumpkin theme [just go in settings and click on dashboard and then scroll down on "color palette"] and im writing this at 12:23 pm

and if it reaches idk like 100 likes i will do a part 2 ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Yuji’s eyes widened and he froze in place, trying to process what you'd just said.

"y/n..you've been hurting yourself..?"

Without a thought, his grip on your arm tightened and he spun you to face back to him.

"You've been hurting yourself…" he whispered, a new edge having entered his tone.

"no i haven't,you're mistaken" You sticked your tongue giggling as you spin around on yourself "i'm fine"

"You’re lying, and I know it."

Yuji sighed and looked directly into your eyes, there was no room for any lies.

"Tell me what's wrong, right now."

His hand tightened around your wrist, Yuji wasn’t going to let you slip away.

“You’ve always been clumsy but I know you’re not that clumsy.”

"Yuji please i always been clumsy" You giggled as you stepped on the road turning to him smiling before a car hitted you

"y/n-y/n!"

Yuji shrieked as his reflexes kicked in, pushing you away from the road just in time before a car was just mere seconds away from crashing into you.

"YOU DUMBASS."

The car came screeching to a halt, as did his heart.

He rushed towards you, frantically examining your body, making sure you hadn't been badly hurt, or worse, killed.

Everything was dizzy,your head hurted and your ankle was sprained,blood rushed down your head,nose and mouth,your eyes were glassy as they looked the clear sky as you smiled weakly.

"Stay with me, stay with me, look at me."

Yuji's hands were shaking as he tried to pull his mind out of panic mode.

The blood dripping down from your face and mouth didn't help his heart rate either.

"MOMO STAY WITH ME."

He shouted once again, his hands shakily grasping onto your shoulders, trying to keep you concious before someone could find you.

“D-don't close your eyes.”

Yuji voice echoed in your head,it was muffled but he only thing you knew was that you wanted to die,so you closed your eyes waiting

"DON'T…"

He shouted as your eyes began to drift close, the panic was slowly overtaking him.

"Y/N."

His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, trying to shake you awake, but his efforts were in vain.

"Y/N, GOD DAMN IT, DON‘T CLOSE YOUR EYES."

Yuji's voice grew more desperate with each word, eventually slipping into a near whisper as your eyes finally closed.

“No, no no no-no no-Y/N no--no…”

Yuji muttered under his breath, watching your limp body.

"y/n, please."

His hand gripped onto your shoulder, shaking you violently.

“Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me….”

He repeated that again and again, trying desperately to wake you up.

“PLEASE.”

Your eyes stared at Yuji,they were dull and your blood adorned your mouth as it dripped down you chin,you tried to speak but you couldn't and everything went black.

"No, c'mon…c'mon, c'mon…"

Yuji chanted, his voice growing more panicked as he kept shaking your shoulder, waiting for you to regain conciousness.

"You can't die, y-y/n…you ca-"

His words were cut short as realization hit him, he couldn't ignore the lack of movement from your body.

"y/n?"

He whispered, still shaking your shoulder, denial was still present but it was slowly changing into…something else.

Yuji's body went stiff, his grip still clinging onto your shoulders like it was gonna keep you from slipping away. He went silent as he stared at you, the same thought process running through his head over and over again.

“No…no…oh, god.”

Tears threatened to spill down his face but he didn’t let them, instead he squeezed his eyes closed, trying and failing to stop them as the realization set in.

“No…”

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Yuji was a mess sitting next to your hospital bed.

His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he'd shed, the bags under his eyes looked darker than usual, and the look of shock and disbelief still sat on his face.

He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep last night, nor did it seem like he ate anything.

His body was stiff and frozen in place, he didn't even notice when the nurse walked by.

Yuji simply continued to sit there, staring at you.

Just sitting there while his thoughts and emotions ran rampant.

He was afraid, scared. And worried, so incredibly worried.

The thought of losing you consumed him, and he feared the worst was just around the corner.

The sound of the monitor beeped out a steady rhythm, it was the only sound breaking the silence, and even though he tried, he couldn't ignore the sound as he kept his eyes glued onto you.

Yuji was quiet as he shifted in his seat, moving his hands to his lap, he kept his gaze on you, watching for any signs that you were going to wake up.

As the minutes pass, Yuji slowly started to doze off, his eyes growing heavy and strained.

Yuji tried everything within his power to keep his eyes open, but it didn’t matter how he tried, he always had to blink, and every blink gave him a glimpse of what he fears more.

The possibility of never seeing you again.

Yuji's eyes grew darker. the realization slowly creeping into his mind.

the self-harm scars and the 'clumsy' antics…it all made sense to him now, and the pieces all started to fit together.

god, he thought to himself, i was so dense.

he knew you were always in a dark place, but he never knew it ran that deep. and now he was beating himself up over it.

if only i was better at reading the signs…

he thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at the self-harm scars on your wrists.

if only i didn't brush past it as simply 'being clumsy'…i should've realized the warning signs. if i just saw what you were trying to tell me.

his jaw clenched, he looked away from the self-harm scars with a regretful look, the guilt only growing stronger.

as he stared away from the scars he noticed the small hospital bracelet on your wrist.

he could see his mind begin to process so many thoughts, questions, and more, none of which he could process.

the emotions kept creeping up in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only silence.

he kept staring at your wrist, staring at your name on the hospital bracelet.

‘y/n‘

he was completely lost in thought, the realization sinking in all at once.

he kept staring, taking in all the things you’ve kept from him, all the times you tried to cry for help.

the look of regret washed upon his face, but it also grew to a different kind of look.

anger.

not at you, of course, but at himself.

he wasn’t sure if it was the stress of the situation, nor was he sure if it was the fear of losing you, or some other reason, but one thing was for certain:

he was pissed.

he let out a small grunt of frustration, the anger growing inside him.

how could he be so oblivious back then?

how could he see the warning signs right in front of his face but brush it off with, she’s just being careless.

how much of him ignoring some of those warning signs led to where you are now, in a coma in a hospital bed?

he was pissed and he blamed himself for it.

he stared silently at you for an uncertain amount of time, the only sounds in the room being the constant beeping of the monitor.

he didn’t know what to do, and he was tired of having to be strong, of constantly having to keep his head high despite the world crashing down around him.

he felt tired, exhausted, the weight of everything bearing down on him, and it was making it near impossible to be okay.

so he did the only thing he knew.

he cried.

he cried, trying his damnedest to try and keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t.

tears flooded his eyes and his throat tightened when he tried his best to keep the sobs in, but he was hopeless.

his hands clenched into fists as he let his tears flow, the emotions he kept bottled up for so long all poured out at exactly the wrong time.

he was hopeless, and he felt hopeless.

it was just too much for him to bear.

tears dripped down his face, as he continued to cry, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

he felt weak, both physically and emotionally, and it took all his strength to not curl up in a ball on the floor and just let out a torrent of tears.

"Come on, y/n" he muttered out, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

His tears fell onto the hospital bed, and the sobs continued.

"No, you can't die on me…" he whispered, his jaw tightening as the sobs continued escaping from his body.

"Not after all the bullshit we've been through, and definitely not now, not now."

His words became jumbled as he spoke through his sobs, his grief-stricken mind couldn't think straight at all.

"If you die now," he muttered through his sobs "then it'll be my fault."

"I let you go on and never realized how close to the edge you were, and it was my fault."

His words were choked and blurred, but he knew what he was trying to say.

"So you have to pull through, you have to wake up so we can fight this god damned situation."

"…I beg of you…p-please."

"I need you…" he whispered, his fingers clenching into fists as the sobs began to subside, being replaced by short but heavy breaths.

"You mean the world to me, and--and I need you…"

His voice fell quiet, as the guilt and regret once again crept up on him.

He took a shaky breath, looking at your body for a long moment, before speaking again.

"I don't think I can do this without you…"

"So please…" he continued, his voice shaky and his mind cluttered, his fingers beginning to fidget with the sheet on your hospital bed.

"Please don't go…" "Please don't die…"

he muttered, trying to keep himself calm and composed.

but he couldn't, he was desperate, clinging onto hope and just barely keeping his head above water.

"W-wake up…please."

"Please…" he repeated, his voice getting even shakier and his breathing becoming more rapid as the weight of the situation pressed down on him again.

the hospital bed was starting to become a symbol of a prison to him, trapping him from a reality where he wouldn't have to see you lying dormant like this.

he was afraid of every second passing, as every second made him realize that there was no guarantee you would be alright.

he just wanted to see you awake, he wanted to see you and hold you in his arms and hear you say you'd be okay.

"Please…wake up, wake up, wake up…" he repeated in a whisper, becoming more and more erratic with each passing second.

"Come on, you can do it…please…"

He kept repeating the same words over and over again, hoping that you would eventually hear him in your slumber.

He was trying so hard to stay calm and not slip up into another round of sobs, but the pressure was getting to him, his grip tightening on the sheet.

"You have to…" he muttered, as his entire body trembled.

"Please just wake up…"

His mind fell silent for a moment before it began to fill up with worry, dread, and pure anxiety.

He wanted you be to be okay more than anything.

And if that couldn't be the case…

If you couldn't wake up…

Then he didn't know how he was going to keep going.

Hello sunshine,welcome to my rabbit hole

pfp by this pecrew

Welcome this is my shitty jjk/anime NSFW blog were i post my NSFW,SFW,smut,heavy angst and yandere even.

be warned this isn't a minor blog so dont interact pls

this blog it's more...on the adult side like really NSFW,may be my writings or may be the stuff i reblog so continue at your own risk

my other blog is @sweetchildcloud but this one as i said is more NSFW, jjk and ranting related stuff

i will moslty runt about jjk related and simping of anime characters? so on,so expect a lot of blogs

it's not my intention to scare you,infact i just wanna make friends with similar taste or sm so sorry in advance (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

it's that sometimes i just wanna let out my silly billy obssessive part you know?

also this account is on my pc so i will post whenever i can

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i dont interact with racist,pedo and so on

don't comment on my blog with shady intentions so don't will ya?

ABOUT THE ARTIST (ME)

shy

21

italian

i go by Von

pansexual and gender fluid,thinking i'm demisexual (not sure)

paranoid and anxious

i'm in a polyamorous relationship with Geto and Gojo (if you find it cringe scram)

dislexic,autistic,adhd

i love Choso,Geto,Gojo,Toji and Nanami

i love Genhsin too but it will be rare here

i can be pretty tired and cuss a lot on this blog, like in this one so if you don't like it DNI,please.

i'm open to learn about other people and or countries

english isn't my native language so sorry if there will be mistakes ( i wouldn't care)

lil bean can be feral

fantasize a lot both NSFW and SFW,trauma,s*lf h*rm,being yandere with my fav, characrers.

i can be cringe i know UwU

WHAT I LOVE (fandoms,anime,writings )

What in hell is bad

nu carnival (still hasn't played it)

jjk(jujutsu kaizen)

Ghost (COD)

Dante,Nero,Vergil (devil may cry)

cat boys/cat girls

Nsfw,sfw

monsterfucker

werewolfs

anime characters with animal traits (adult obv.)

beef juicy necks (ex. Choso,Geto)

Really angsty stuff,such as s*lf h*arm,d*pression,etc. (idk it affascinates me alright?)

Blood,gore

Being yandere with my favourites characters (lololol)

WHAT I DON'T LIKE (fandoms,anime,writings )

writings about r*ape,sex*al ab*use,minor love,non consesual/forced

Hard s*x with fictional characters

no mercy s*x

Violent relationship and so on

i should be the one deciding when i want to write or talk about all of this,not the other way around so don't ask/talk if not requested,thank you and i will do the same so if you don't ask i dont share my stuff.

MY WORKS SO FAR

JJK MASTERLIST

ME TOOO LIKE AJAKAKSMMSMLAOAKSNSNX

no you don't understand i am OBSESSED i need him sooooo bad

||Guilt...|| wrote by me

Plot:Short fic in how Geto would react about your death and he can't help but feel guilty for it.

About:hurt,no comfort,angst,death.

Cw:reader is dead,heart wrenching,crying.

Geto’s anger turned to guilt, which quickly turned to despair. He was too late. He couldn’t even keep his promise and see you through this. His face became wet with tears as his eyes widened, the reality slowly setting in. You.. you were gone forever in a cruel world that was unfair and unforgiving. He fell back into his bed, letting out a loud and long wail of agony.

Tears poured down his cheeks, he tried to catch his breath only to realize it was impossible. He covered his face with his hands, hoping that it was just a nightmare. But no matter how hard he blinked, or rubbed his eyes, you were still gone. All that was left of you was that sweet, soft smile that you always had. He tried to call your name, but it wouldn’t come out. All he could do was cry and scream and… just… cry.

The tears flowed like a broken dam, his sobs breaking the silence of the empty room. It felt so wrong to be in your room without you in it, to see you nowhere. How was this possible? You couldn’t be gone… you couldn’t leave him by himself in this cruel place. But no matter how many tears he cried, how many screams he let out, you didn’t return.

The days slowly passed, and his eyes became less red. It was as if the tears had been drained from his body. He tried not to move, not even to eat or drink anymore. The only thing keeping him from a state of complete apathy was the memories he held of you, and the guilt of not being there when you needed him the most. He would never forgive himself for not fulfilling his promise. He had failed you, and he couldn’t accept any other fact.

Geto would often visit your grave,it was the only way he could stay close to you. He would talk to you as if you were right beside him, as if he could still talk to you the way he used to. The cold wind would brush past him as he would sit in front of your tombstone, just staring at your name until it was etched into his memory. He made it a habit to visit you every week, as if you were still alive.

His eyes were a permanent shade of dull gray, his face constantly expressionless. The only emotion he felt was sadness and regret. The guilt never left him, he felt like a failure. Because he was one. You had trusted him to be there when you needed him, and in the end he couldn’t even do that. When you needed him most, he let you down. When you were vulnerable, he wasn’t there. His feelings were slowly being chipped away by the immense guilt, and he felt so alone.

He still remembered your face. The sweet and soft smile that was always on your lips. He remembered your gentle voice, and the way you had so calmly accepted your own death. Your eyes were a beautiful color. The way you had made him happy, and how he had taken your presence for granted… He couldn’t make the time to be there when you needed him, because of his foolish pride and he lost you. It was his fault.

His mind became more and more twisted by day. The guilt ate him up inside, as he would cry alone every night, wishing you were there to hold him. No one else could comfort him the way you could. You were the one who made all his worries go away. But now, all he had was this… this deep, agonizing emptiness. If he had been there when you were undergoing treatment, maybe you would still be there. You wouldn’t be gone.

"I'm sorry..I'm so so sorry-y-y y/n" Geto repeated over and over as he would hugged the pillow as it if were you.

He would hug your pillow tightly, as if you were there with him. He didn’t say anything, crying quietly into it, wishing, just for a moment, that your voice would fill the room. That the warmth of your embrace would be felt once again. That he would wake up from this nightmare. That this was all a mistake. That he should have been there when you were crying for help. That he should have done more…

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I'm planning to do a part 2 hopefully it will be less sad