||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

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

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.

ehehehehehe 😎🤓🥸

Writing that I started and stopped in the middle of a writing block and idk if I ever will write them since they stayed in the folder for over 2 months now...😗 but I want to know your opinion too

1. Gojo with Hotaru 👶🦨

Satoru is in the middle of chopping up vegetables when he hears Hotaru babble the word “puppy” from behind him. He turns around, and his face goes white when he sees the baby holding an injured baby skunk, cooing at it as if it was some cute dog.

“H-Hotaru!” He exclaims, reaching over for the skunk and carefully taking it out of the baby's grasp. He immediately starts checking it for any injuries or blood.

2. Geto x pregnant!reader 🤰🍼

Suguru's face softens when he senses your distress and he pulls you against his body, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His tone is gentle yet firm as he speaks to you with love and care.

"It's okay...we're going to figure this out. I know it's scary right now, but if you're pregnant then this means there's a tiny life growing inside of you. A part of me. My little bun bun."

And yes that's all, as I said I had a writing block so I didn't wrote much lol

I wanna squeeze them and pinch their cheeks and snuggle them

My pookie cutie bears

may i present to you the insufferable pair in chibi

RIP

||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