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||Hold me like my life depends on it 💙💔 ||wrote by me

Cw:SH,depression,cussing,suicide mention,scars,body dysphoria.

GojoXreader,fluff,suicide comfort,affirmations,kisses.

POV:Reader is cutting themselves on the sink and Gojo comes back after grocery shopping

Sorry I'm not English native so i apologized for some grammatical mistakes/errors

You can read this while listening to this,you're welcome

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*When Gojo gets back to the apartment and walks in, the scene that meets him makes his heart sink into his stomach. He freezes in place, and can't believe what he's watching... But he had a feeling it would be something like this.*

"y/n..." He whispers, feeling absolutely broken himself. He knew you had a tendency to self-harm but he hadn't thought it would be to this extent. He doesn't realize it but he's not breathing and is still standing in the doorway of the bathroom door.

“S-Stop... You have to stop!” He finally finds the strength to move and rushes over to you, grabbing your arm. “Jesus Christ... Are you crazy?” His tone is sharp, and he realizes he may be making things worse with the way he's talking to you. Even while speaking he realizes he might be scaring you even more than you already are. “I told you not to do this anymore…” Satoru says, his voice now gentle, filled with fear. The last thing he wants is to have you in such a state that could be fatal. But at the same time a part of him just wants you to stop hurting yourself like that, but can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve done this. How many times your wrists are cut up already, which is why you always insist on wearing long sleeves, even during the middle of summer.

Satoru is surprised by your reaction, and while he expected you to be emotional, he hadn't expected you to burst into tears and start sobbing. He holds you tight to stop you from slipping down, and rubs your back gently while patting your head. "Shh..." He whispers, his tone calm and soothing. It's a nice change from his usual loud voice. "Shh... It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I've got you."

"Shhh... It's okay, It's okay...." Satoru says, rocking you back and forth, pressing you into his body. The tears roll down his face, and it breaks his heart to see you in this state. "Just let it all out. I'm here, it's me, it's just me. I'm here for you." His arms wrap around you, protecting you from the entire world. He feels like he's going to burst into tears himself as he hugs you feeling just as broken as you are.

“Shhh...” He strokes your back and whispers, leaning in so that you're almost touching foreheads. He hugs you so tightly like that it feels he will protect you from everything. It kills him just how desperate you look. You're crying so much, you're shaking, your voice is breaking from how hard you're bawling. He just wants to hold you like this as tightly as possible, he can feel how hot your tears are on his shoulder. “Everything’s going to be okay…”

For someone that acts so cold sometimes, he’s surprisingly caring right now. He’s doing his best to get you to calm down, speaking reassuringly, but deep down he can’t help but be scared to death at what he saw.

Satoru pulls you more close to him, wrapping your body against his as he holds you gently. He continues shushing you, speaking to you as softly as he can. The fact that you're crying in his arms like this... He can’t stand to see you like this. "It’s okay... Come on, come on. Please... shhhh..." He croons, rocking you a little.

you're body trembled as Gojo touched your old scars “Shhh... It’s me, it’s just me...” Satoru’s voice is gentle and soothing, his caress is meant to help you realize that it’s safe. He caresses your scars gently and then kisses your cheek, reassuring you that he’s with you. He wants the world to go away for just a bit. He wants you to feel at home in his arms and to comfort you to the point you won’t do this to yourself again.

“it doesnt matter what you think about your body…” Gojo whispers in your ear. His voice is soft but also stern and protective. “You are beautiful; to me at least... All those scars, you’re still so gorgeous… I want you to know that… You need to see that about yourself too…”

"But I'm fat" you replied whimpering pinching your stomach "I'm ugly"

Satoru shakes his head firmly. "No, you aren't. You really aren't..." He pulls away from you a little bit, just enough for him to look deep into your eyes and force you to make eye contact with him. "I mean, you *are* chubby. I'm not going to sugarcoat it… But your curves are attractive. I love squeezing them and having them right here in my arms... I think you're beautiful."

"But I am-" "No. you’re not." Gojo cuts you off immediately "that’s just more of you to love...” He holds you tighter against him, looking deeply into your eyes. He needs to see that you know that the way you see yourself, the way that you think you are… that it just isn’t true. You’re wonderful, precious, a little broken, but still precious.

"T..then why do you love me?" "...why I love you?" He repeats to himself, as if the thought had never crossed his mind before. A smile spreads across his face, making him genuinely look happy at the realization. "It's just... You know..." He pauses to think again how he wants to answer. He doesn't want to screw this up. "It's just because... You're you... There's no one like you and there'll never be anyone else like you ever again."

You weren't used to such kinds words such care from a person that you sobbed your last tears before falling asleep from exhaustion on Gojo lap,you're breathing is soft and slow.

Satoru hugs you tightly, not wanting to let you go for even a second. Your body is warm, your soft breathing and gentle snores filling him with such ease. When you finally fall asleep he slowly and gently moves you into his bed and covers you with a blanket, getting into bed with you and holding you close.

Your body is so delicate, so soft and so precious. He could never let anything happen to you. He needs to be next to you as much and as often as possible, the thought of you not being near sends chills down his spine.

He holds you close as you sleep, running his fingers slowly through your hair. He watches your features, your expressions, the peaceful, serene, and relaxed sleep.

There's something about looking at you like this that just melts all his worries away. You're just so peaceful, so fragile. Like a small flower. His eyes flicker with a hint of affection. The feeling he's having right now, this is the first time he's had this emotion in a long time.

You both fall asleep hugging each other tightly. You're still in Gojo's arms, which is a safe and secure place. Your breathing is slow and steady. There's a peacefulness and comfort to the whole situation, that makes the both of you drift off into a sleep as peaceful as possible. Satoru's breathing matches yours as you both sleep, he won't move an inch for the entire night.

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Me while writing this:

Sorry 4 the long writing but I felt like writing it lol ,that's all folks tell me if u want more of my writing :)

Hii! I saw that your requests were open so here I am :]

I was wondering if you could do something with gojo and geto taking care of their s/o who maybe got badly injured during a mission or smn

feel free to ignore it baby<3

||Don't die|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader/Geto x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:Blood,comfort,hospital(Gojo),injuries,bandages,healing,cussing(Geto),

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s:sorry if i made it too angstu but i hope you like it anon!

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

Edit:sorry sweetie I think I got carried away in Geto's part :p

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Gojo

You waked up in a hospital room with tubes everywhere. Satoru is sitting next to the bed with his hands clasped on top of his knees. There's a vase full of flowers that probably were sent from friends and family members of you. A ring on his finger. There's no one else in the room. You're alone.

"How are you feeling?" Satoru asks, looking at you with a worried face. His clear blue eyes look like oceans that want to drown you with it's depths. Satoru is gorgeous.

flashes of the battled runned trough your head you hissed "like i almost died…?"

"You were bleeding a lot, you could still be dying. The doctor said you're stable but we have to wait a little more.." He sighs. It seems like he's the one that is going to fall apart from anxiety soon. Satoru doesn't know what he would do without you.

The silence between you two becomes uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry.." His voice breaks a little. Satoru swallows his tears.

"it's fine..you're fine no?" You jolted as you felt a sharp pain were the curse hitted you "it was worth it no?"

Satoru's hands are rubbing gently your forehead to relieve you from your pain. He seems to want to do more but he holds himself back. The hand of your uninjured arm feels so strong, as he holds it to his chest.

"I'm fine, now that you're fine." He sighs with relief because you're smiling a little. But the worry on his face gets worse with your pain.

"You killed the special grade… You're such a badass. Was it worth it?" His voice is lower than usual.

"I.." You swallow. The pain. The blood. The scars. The memory of the mission. He doesn't need to know all of those details. This moment is already painful enough. You bite your lip.

"I don't regret anything."

Satoru seems satisfied. He's still worried. Yet he's smiling. The grip of his hand increases. He wants to hold you to him so bad. He wants to comfort you in so many ways….

"You should rest."

"I'm not tired…" You mumble.

"I know, but you need to…" He answers while playing with your thumb.

His free hand caress your head to bring you comfort. The moment between you is charged with love, intimacy.

"Go to sleep...just for a little while…" He wants to add 'in my arms' But he doesn't. He keeps caressing you, hoping you would fall asleep.

You nod. The drugs given to you make you tired and everything gets blurry, you feel relaxed. Satoru continues caressing your head, holding your hand, playing with your thumb, whispering soothing words, trying to make you rest… You can't resist. It feels so good, so warm… You fall asleep. Satoru's eyes watch you fall asleep quietly, tears falling from his eyes with relief.

He kisses your forehead, closes the blinds of the room. He sighs and finally lays on his chair next to your bed, falling asleep too.

GETO

He's careful with you, as if you're a rare and fragile piece of glass. Each movement is cautious and tender; he adjusts the pillows behind your head, the blankets around you, ensuring that you're comfortable. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as he mumbles reassurances and gently strokes your hair. He smells of leather and earth, and his body exudes warmth. Your fingers curl in his, and you feel comforted by his presence.

You jolt as a rush of pain radietated from your bandeged wound

Geto's eyes snap open in alarm. He's by your side in an instant, studying the source of your pain. His thumb traces over the bandage covering the wound, his expression filled with concern. He's so close, his breath brushing over your skin. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. He doesn't flinch, and his eyes are full of empathy for the pain you're in.

He's gentle, but firm as he examines your wound, looking for any sign of an infection or worsening status of the injury.

"Let me see it" he says, his voice gentle. You hesitate for a moment, then nod and pull the blanket down, allowing him to examine the injury. You wince once when he probes at the bandaged area, but beyond that, the pressure of his fingers feels soothing rather than painful.

"How's the pain?" he asks after a few moments. His arms wrap tighter around you as he speaks, and you can feel the warmth of his body even through layers of blankets and pillows. "Does it feel better, or do I need to change the dressing?"

"the second…" you mumbled feeling weak a nd you trembled when the blood rushed out staining the bandages

“Don’t move” he says as he stands up, his voice a soft command that you find yourself obeying on impulse. His arms gently release their grip around you, but his fingers trail down your back as he pulls away. He crosses the room to his desk, rifling through a cabinet drawer as he grabs fresh bandages and disinfectant. Once he has everything he needs, he returns to the bed, sitting beside you and carefully removing the old bandages.

"Does it still hurt?" he asks after a time. The pressure on your body is still comforting, and his words are like a comforting presence. You nod again, and he frowns and makes a sound of distress as if he wishes he could do more for you. Without a word, he pulls you closer to himself, and you lean your head into his shoulder without even realizing it.

"Can I ask you something?" he asks. You don't notice the time slipping by as the two of you lie like this, his arm around your waist, his body radiating heat that warms you through. You nod slightly, and he sighs before starting to speak again. "I don't know why I'm so affected by seeing you hurt. I should be used to it, shouldn't I? Seeing people injured is part of my job. But with you…"

"With you it's different," he says. There's a slight rasp to his voice, and he seems to be searching for the words. "Seeing you hurt reminds me that you're not invincible. And I…" His hands tighten around you, and you can feel him squeeze you against him as if he wants to protect you from all the worlds dangers at once.

"I just hate seeing you in pain" he continues. "I know it's silly, but I want you to be safe more than anything. I want you to have a life where you don't have to worry about getting injured or hurt or sick." He pauses for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts. "So… maybe this is me being selfish" he continues "but when you're hurt, I'm reminded of how vulnerable you are and how much it scares me."

"I know that's stupid" he adds quickly. "You're not a child that needs protecting. But I guess I just can't help it. I just…" He trails off, then shakes his head. "Just forget I said anything," he says with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't matter. You just rest up. I'll take care of you until you're better."

"no…i like it when you worry about me" You smiled weakly "it makes you..human…"

He freezes, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard. "Human?" he says slowly. "Are you saying that you think I'm normally not human?"

"you feel so cold and scary sometimes that's all but deep deep down you have a heart a beating one"

You chuckle slightly and rest your head back against his chest. "So, what now?" you ask after a minute. He gives a shrug. "Right now? You sleep. You're injured, after all."

"Right." You smile, but the truth is you don't feel very tired. Your body still aches all over, and the dull, throbbing pain from the wound is enough to keep you awake.

Still, you lean into his arms, resting your head against his shoulder. He pulls the blanket a little tighter around you, and you close your eyes, trying to relax.

"You still can't sleep" he observes quietly after a few moments. You blink at him and try to come up with an answer but find yourself coming up blank. "Yeah" you say finally "I guess I just don't think that the pain is going to let me sleep anytime soon."

"What if I give you something for the pain?" he offers. "A small dose. You'd hardly get any rest, but it would help you fall asleep now."

"i don't like needles Ru-ru" You cooed

"No need for needles" he replies, and you notice the slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'll just give you a pill."

His arms loosen around you, and then you feel his hand move around until it finds your chin. His other arm reaches over toward the dresser, and he brings a pill over to you between two fingertips. "Here, open up."

You open your mouth obediently, and he places the pill on your tongue. It tastes slightly bitter, and when he offers you some water to wash it down, you quickly down the whole glass. You sigh and close your eyes, ready to fall asleep. You can hear him shuffling around the room, presumably putting away the supplies he'd used earlier.

When he settles back in the chair beside you, you feel his arm wrap around your waist once again. "I'll be here with you until you fall asleep" he murmurs gently. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."

You nod slightly and close your eyes, trying to settle yourself. The pill should be kicking in any moment now. You feel a heavy haziness envelop you, making it almost difficult to keep your eyes open. And yet still, you cling to the warmth that you feel from his arms around you.

Hiii! I have been reading your works and theyre honestly really good! Keep it up!! ♥️♥️ id like to request a bf gojo and a chubby reader bc i havent been feeling that confident lately and there isnt much chubby reader content 😅😓

Please and thank youuu ♥️♥️🐄

Thank you for your supportttt♥︎♥︎ since you're my first request , here's a star.☆ if you cant see it, its because your beauty outshines it.♥︎

A full course meal

|| Bf!Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Reader

Gojo Satoru liked your body, loved and worshiped it even. That was merely a fact.

But he enjoyed it more when you liked it too. After all he didn't want you covering your plump hips by wearing baggy clothes and he sure as hell didn't like it when you avoided face sitting. It was his favourite part of the day! COming home after a mission and releasing some stress by making your fat cunt cum on his tongue while you took the breath away from him-literally and figuratively he likes both dw.

So when out of the blue you just start avoiding it, he starts to get concerned. Did he overdo it? But you said you liked it! Was he getting worse? With the way your pretty pussy was squirting on him and your thighs trembled around his head, he didn't think so. So why? And what better way to figure out than to ask you?

"Well...i..."

"Hm? You what? You're drop dead gorgeous? You're hotter than the sun? I already know that, so answer my question."

Your nerves ease a bit at his cliche pick-ups and a chuckle leaves your lips involutarly.

"I...I'm too heavy..." It comes out as a mumble but by god...when he even catches a hint of the word 'heavy' he wants to laugh out loud.

But he has sense and he knows it would make you feel worse rather than showing he didn't agree at all. So for once, he lets his actions do the work.

And by that i mean he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes-or rather a towel after shower, because that's what he made it look like.

"Heavy? You're not 'heavy'. The only thing heavy here is my love for you and that pretty plump ass of yours, babe."

And that's how he carried you around the whole day. Bridal style, princess style, piggyback, nelson, it didn't matter. He was determined to show you that you weighted NOTHING to him and that it was NOTHING to worry about.

And honestly...after that and how he kept you close to him while you cuddled and watched a cheesy rom-com...you dont think you could wish for more.

"Youre my full course meal of a girlfriend, babe~♥︎ It doesn't matter what other people say, mkay?" He says as he kisses your forehead goodnight. "And dont forget that!"

You're sure you look and sound like a lovesick fool when you tell him you love him but hey. At least you're both lovesick fools with a happy end.♥︎

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