I Wouldnt Have Left Him In The First Place - Tumblr Posts

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 🔊 bachira meguru (n): the obsessive type.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏/ • yandere tendencies, all characters are adults.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏​ ͏ ͏similar: a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

it's canon that there's something a bit sinister about bachira— something a little off. it makes me believe he isn’t the conventional lover you’d want him to be.

bachira is an obsessive type, meaning if he enjoyed something he would indulge in it in an excessive, unhealthy amount. it's unfiltered. and as cute as he is, there is a brewing darkness inside of him that he's been open about since he was a child. so much so that he's seemingly made friends with it, referring to this imaginary friend as a "monster," and often talking to and about it as if they were longtime friends.

you to bachira was no exception. he was attracted to you because you were self-assured, not in a cocky way? but in a way that you have a level head on your shoulders. you're seemingly at peace with yourself and where you are in life— and bachira is intrigued by that because he hasn't.. felt that. bachira has never known the happiness that is being surrounded by those who love and accept him like you did when you were a child. much like how he was drawn to isagi, it's similar with you. but instead, bachira doesn't want to coexist and awaken something in you: he wants to possess you because he views you as some sort of angel— you're a virtue who makes him feel tranquility he's never had when he was young. it feels euphoric for him when he's with you for the simple fact he feels protected, heard and accepted even despite his.. eccentric personality. all the things he gotten tormented for; you love. you actively heal his innermost trauma which is why he'd go to extremes rather than letting you go.

you balance him out. he’s very childish, whimsical and chaotic whereas you are nurturing, doting and stable. you’re his anchor in many ways but it’s most evident emotionally. he has moments of weakness where he needs your constant reassurance that you love him, having to promise him a thousand times that you won’t leave him for someone else— his biggest fear is being alone but when he met you it shifted into: he’s afraid of you leaving him all alone.

the relationship definitely an odd pairing according to the public eye. one would assume that you’d be a better fit for someone like rensuke, seishiro or maybe even rin because from the outside it seems as though there’s a dynamic that puts you in a more dominant role. the way bachira so easily clings onto you and finds himself falling asleep in the crook of your neck, solely being lulled into peace from the sound of your voice. he’s incredibly touch starved and often gets restless and agitated when he’s away from you for too long. your touch, your smell, the warmth you produce— it’s like his lifeline.

he is submissive to you in certain aspects, even a bit codependent to a trained eye from the outside looking in, but this wasn't the entire truth.

see, bachira is an brilliant actor and while he does put on a world class performance of being the whimsical, cutesy boy toy— he’s an excellent manipulator. bachira has gotten to a point where does it so we that he doesn’t realize he’s doing it anymore, its altered his sense on reality.

the best way to describe it would be to say there’s a hidden dimension of the relationship that you’re totally unaware of, but he is. bachira is the puppet master and you're his most prized doll. because you’re so nurturing, kind, and naive, you play right into his game every time. you would never suspect your darling, dear bachira to ever do such a thing. in your eyes your sweet boyfriend could never do anything wrong, let alone manipulating you. into what? not leaving him? you know he has some issues to be worked out in therapy, but you've already reassured him countless times that you only have eyes for him and not a soul could change that.

“you know if you ever, ever, ever~ ♡ left me for someone else..” he's breathless in your ear as his hips rut into you from behind but there's so clearly a smile in his voice. if only you could see the unhinged look on his face, but his bicep is wrapped around your neck in a light chokehold. the only thing you can focus on his the headboard in front of you. “i’d kill them— i’d kill them and i'd record it so I could send it to you as a gift. isn’t that romantic?” but little do you know, he actually dead serious. he’d go lengths to assure you’ll never leave his clutches.

“chira— d-on’t say t-things like that.. ah..” you whine, dainty fingers gripping the soft bedsheets underneath you. you're too under the influence of an orgasm to really process his words, for now you think of it as chira being chira. “you feel so.. good..”

“you’re mine— ‘nd you’ll be my bitch forever, yah~ ♡? my pretty princess.. my angel?” he says as he picks up his pace, now chasing his own high as you near your own. the sounds of skin on skin from his pelvis hitting the meat of your ass and the high-pitched moans coming from both you and him were explicit and pornographic.

“always.. always!” the tightening around the base of his cock from your high and your cries are what essentially push him over the edge, making him unload deep inside your hole. the simple implication or rather.. agreement that you'll be his forever was enough for him.

nevermind the aggressive love bites that have sense drawn blood, bachira will just give you that pretty puppy-eyed look and apologize for getting out of hand. he never "means" to, honest. he totally doesn't get the sweet satisfaction of marking what he considers his property.

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Toxic ex husband gojo getting us pregnant is such a superior thought 😩

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw/ tw. fem!reader, mildly dubious consent, jealousy, unprotected sex, mentions of trying to get pregnant, cheating (but not with Gojo and reader), manipulation (kinda), obsessive behavior, breeding kink, reader's bf is an oc, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby) | wc. 800+

an. mmk hear me out on this.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. 

“Yeah…he’s nice.” You rattle on about how you met your boyfriend, Rin, through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, and wants kids—

He smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

But if you weren’t so up in the air about bumping into your ex after several months of silence—since his mom invited you over for the holidays—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who starts showing up in odd places after that.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—when has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

The second time is while you’re walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here. The one up on the hill,” he tells you. 

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it before, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard.

According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks, “You want to see it?”

Obviously, you shouldn’t say yes.

“Sure.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen, something you’ve always wanted, he eyes you questioningly. “So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Gojo matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s good.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who suggests dinner—friends can have dinner together, can’t they?—which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, the house, that he avoids any conversation around Rin, that maybe he’s trying to—

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.

He chuffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse. 

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. “Such a pretty wet pussy, fuck.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into your slick cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see you can still take it.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells in your head, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.