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Thoughts on Cosmic Horror Gojo? I started reading this new manhwa ("How About Cosmic Horror?") and the entire time I'm like. This is just Gojo Behavior

well DAMN!!! i actually happen to be back on a bit of a manhwa kick so i checked it out and that one's actually so good.

especially considering what the latest chapters have looked like (and what people are saying in the comments at the end about spoilers lmao), that could actually be such a fascinating concept.

gojo would really fit as the ML for this like. you're so right it IS gojo behavior skhjdfgsdg it's especially how i imagine god!gojo as well

(potential story spoilers for this manhwa under the cut)

i'm also getting the impression that the ML literally like? yoinked her out of the real world and the world she's currently in is just his Domain Expansion, so to speak.

although it probably does make more sense for it to be "a" real world. i'm preeeetty sure his "past" with her is 100% fabricated but the hint that he destroyed the whole (original?) world just. ABSOLUTELY. gojo behavior

"here lemme remake this real quick. wake up wifey!!!" he is just so nonchalant and chill about all earthly concerns,,,, jobs, money, social standing, human relationships LMAO. all he cares about is you.

everything else... it's just window dressing <3 but he'll do it gladly, as long as it makes you love him~

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maybe sending a tiktok link wasn't my smartest move (one step closer to doxxing, so maybe it's better to keep that ask to yourself 😭😭) but I had to share my joy with my bestie so everything is worth it 🙂‍↔️☝️✊

no worries anon!! i know what you're talking about!

for reference guys, this person sent in an ask about this guy: https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Flins

it's a genshin impact character that appeared in one of the trailers. he does look cool, but more importantly, his jp va is also gojo's jp va.

i usually go for dubbed stuff - nothing against subtitles, i do enjoy them, but i miss a lot of stuff in tone/inflection when it's in another language lol.

but that does miss out on neat little things like this! i'm not much into genshin either but i'm glad there's a character like this that you get to enjoy~ i play other gacha games and i know how fun it is to have something to be looking forward to (:

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with regards to your gojo twin fic WHY IS EVERYONE OBSESSED WITH GOJO WHEN HE'S SUCH A SELF-OBSESSED JERK!! i dont think im emotionally prepared for all the pain and suffering to come for the reader with this series but GOJO MUST SUFFERRRRRRR :(((((

the vibes are ON POINT tho,,, you have the energy,,, Gojo Must Suffer and it's TRUE! he is DUE for a character-building struggle, i promise!

the reason everyone likes him though is like. not EVERYONE likes him, really. just you, who grew up being emotionally neglected alongside him as your only source of love and companionship. and geto, who is young and stupid.

in fairness, the gojo face card never declines. and more people are interested in you than in gojo - shoko, gojo, and geto make three.

but life is suffering and you guys are all still kicking. definitely some of the most fun an author can have is like... rearing back for the punch, you know? setting up a nice emotional haymaker to the face for someone who's deeply oblivious and unprepared for it.

gojo will reap what he's sown, trust!!! my intention is to start posting the series on ao3 and continue it there, along with some others (like teacher's pet), but i've been so wrapped up in my wips and my motivational slump sdgfhkjlghdg. one day, though! don't worry, the reckoning will come ;)

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UGH god!satoru allows them to keep their cat, assuming that the cat won't take up their attention or anything.... It does! I imagine the reader clings to the cat because it's the only thing from their old life. Even if they're okay with having to live in the shrine, they'd probably still gravitate towards something familiar(kitty).

With a clingy cat, I imagine god!satoru begrudgingly letting them keep it, because they straight up tell him they would never forgive him if he killed their kitty. kitty tries to cuddle with them, and god!satoru HAS to get the same amount(if not more) of attention. kitty has no good instincts, and rubs up against satoru... do you think he'd eventually warm up to the kitty? or just coexist with it?

-cat anon

number of times "the cat is competition" has showed up in my fics shjgflshdfg,,, i mean it's not actually that many, but every time a cat shows up in a fic, it is competition.

i have a whole lot of ideas for like, what situation you're in after the first fic. gojo certainly doesn't want to lose you. the entire world itself is falling apart because of sukuna, but also because sukuna has brought about a new era, like the one he originally lived in.

so the familiarity... the companionship... the docility... kitty would definitely be so important to you. but you know how it is. when you care about something, it can become a weakness.

sure, gojo doesn't want you to hate him. maybe he would never really hurt kitty... but also. if he can get what he wants by threatening it... or even just taking it away for a little while... >.>

i do think that if kitty ever rubs itself on gojo he will immediately fall in love with it, though. he's pathetic like that <3

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I know reader doesn't notice because of her anxiety, but she and satoru are so intimately connected it's almost obscene. The closest Og! Gojo ever got to something like that was his relationship with Suguru and in the end he left him behind. I'm glad Og! Gojo is too horny to think about all that, because it's honestly depressing like a fucking clone of him is more loved than he will ever be.

hnnnnngh YES hhehehe i love you anon, it's soooo rewarding that you noticed!!! readers like you are why i bother with stuff when in the back of my mind i go "this is kind of complicated will anyone even care"

like you have it right on the money, og!gojo can see plain as day just how much satoru loves you, just how attached you are to him. he sees it, he envies it, there's this deeply engrained longing in him for that kind of intimacy and love...

but it also makes him super horny!!! and damn ksjhdlgshdg you're absolutely brutal but correct that like. his clone is more loved than him. and it's his fault, even, he was the one who didn't want you... and luckily he is nowhere near processing that in the fic.

it could get real angsty real quick if anyone stops to think about it. i'm also considering having suguru make an appearance just to rub it in (although technically there is a reference to yuji so geto should be dead but ehhh it's my au).

if it makes you feel better, og!gojo did choose his life. he wanted what he has. it's just that he never really got a taste of what he could have had, and, well, now... >.>

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okay i did a (1) write and i am very proud of myself. even though i had to force myself to sit down and actually write it went really well!!! there's a lot of distractions kinda hovering around me these days so it's soooo hard but,,, i hope i am,, getting back into it skdhjfglshdg

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https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboykatsuki-moved/752775199306465280/chewtoy-s-gojo

Fic recommendation! I think your gonna like it 🫶🏼

thank you!!! i did read that fic - that's a really talented author, i've reblogged a couple things from them before - and it was a good read!

i'm a huge fan of yandere!gojo. and just. how spoiled he can be. there's this special fascination i have with like, high school era gojo; how he was young and cute and carefree but also infuriating in the way that's perfectly normal for teenage boys, despite being not normal at all.

somehow he managed to be a classic arrogant dick while still having a bit of a heart. i think it would be so easy for him to convince you he was doing you a favor, while doing all manner of shitty or degrading things, because hey, at least you're getting paid! lots of people would love the chance to be with someone like him, you know?

more toxic/insane gojo is definitely to come on my blog hehehe i've got something cooking... we'll have to see about an outright yandere, it's been a while since i've touched on that~

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Speg I need to give you the FATTEST smooch right now. LIKE I WISH YOU WERE REAL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, FUCK💔

skjhfglsdhg this ask is nearly a month old but i am glad to have it,,, to give me a lil much-needed boost in these trying times,, i am doing just fine as always but sdkfhjglhsdg idk man lately it's been so hard to sit down and lock in.

but you're seriously so sweet 🥺 i promise i am very real and smoochable anon and i accept this smooch with grace,,, love you too anon <3

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What's better than Gojo? Two Gojo's!! Seriously though, your clone fic is so hot and well written I love it with my whole soul<3

AWHHH thank you!!! it was a series i really enjoyed writing so i'm glad you think so <3

two gojos was definitely the idea from the start. even if you had to make another clone gojo to get there like,,, hnnngh. just imagine. gojo on one side, gojo on the other... one in your lap, one at your knees, one holding you in his lap, one sitting next to you, one massaging your shoulders....

the sky is the limit. it's fanfiction, you can have all the gojo's you want,,, although two or so is doing just fine for now hehehe

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ahhhhh i cant wait for all your wips to come out!!! but feel no pressure and i hope you had the best vacation! <3333333333

i also can't wait for my wips to come out like come on bestie LET ME READ THE FICS,,, regrettably,,, i also,, have to write them,,,,, the struggle is real

but thank you <3 sometimes i do feel like i really cook hehehe i'm glad you're excited too~

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hey guys i am baaack from vacation!!! sorry i have not actually been working on fic stuff lately, but the good news is, when i sit down, i really do have tons of ideas of stuff to write!!!!

it's always been like that but i'm really on a roll lately. i know i keep saying i'm working on byhtd 3 AND I AM!!! i swear there's a lot already written skdhjglsdhfg it's just such a project. i keep taking on a smaller idea here and there bc i want to actually post things in the meantime.

hopefully i can like. lock in sometime soon. if i can get to a good stopping point in the draft for byhtd 3 i should be able to post super soon, it's just a matter of ironing out some plot details and trying not to mess up the cool emotional moments i have planned... augh.

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ngl reading this is kinda what made me want to write gojo being your dog,,,, it's such a fun read. the implied shared history. the way gojo is loyal to you over geto. the fact that you are the one geto is coming to with big questions, big plans; you're an important figure in this world, a decision maker, even though we only see this tiny window into it.

SO fun!! so fascinating!!! like we get little bits and pieces of things gojo's done for you, things that have gone down in the past, the struggle on your way to getting into power. legit after reading this i'd love to hear more about gojo's history with you, how things went down when your father died, etc.

and the reader-insert has so much personality!!! i loved stepping into those shoes - "No one loved you, not truly, not even Gojo. And that was okay, because now you were just numb to it all." - being all jaded and bitter and having so much in front of you but being scared to take it.

the emotional outbursts,,, it really sells the idea that you've been in survival mode this whole time, and it adds all this tension and drama when the actual fic is mostly just conversations and a little flashbacks.

being selfish,, emotionally immature,, demanding,, a user,, having gojo at your beck and call and still not being willing to be vulnerable with him because you're lowkey damaged goods and you know it, and you don't understand why he's still around,, it feels very much like avoidant attachment, "i'll push you away first so i don't have to be disappointed when you leave",,,, it's so toxic and i LOVE it

anyways, this was an awesome read, thank you so much for writing it <3 i love fics where the plot is rooted in emotional drama and this has it done so well! great job!

One life. One promise.

With your Father gone, the only person you have to rely on is Gojo. And he's been obsessed with you for years.

Satoru Gojo x Fem Mafia boss!reader Mafia AU, Parental death and loss, Organised crime, Ten year age gap, Grieving, Softer Yandere, still psychotic though. (Our babygurl is self aware) Manipulation, Exploitation, Toxic relationship, Reference to blood play, Riding, Grinding, Vaginal sex, creampie

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“You’re the head of the organisation now, Boss.” That’s what they had told you when your Father died, shot dead in his own car.

You weren’t ready, how could you have been? 

There wasn’t a day that went by where you could have wiped that memory clean of seeing his dead body from your brain. It was just there to stay and all you managed to do was disagree about following in his footsteps.

It took time, but there was something at the time you used to get you through, a weapon of sorts, dedicated to protecting you with all of the love and affection they could. 

Satoru Gojo.

That’s what led you up to this moment, sitting at your Father’s mahogany desk, a leg crossed over the other, arms folded with a smug expression, glaring at the man before you. Smug enough to pass so that the vultures did not come looking to scavenge. 

And this bastard in particular happened to know exactly what weakness smelt like.

Suguru Geto.

You knew that both of the men in the room had been friends, Suguru was even part of your Father’s protection detail for a time. But then he turned bad, becoming a natural rival. A vile man clever enough to manipulate even the most intelligent people before succumbing to his charm and potent addiction. Suguru Geto had become the monster’s from the books you read as a child.

And you still believed in those monsters well into your mid twenties. And this monster wanted to abuse the fact that, although you had the support from your Father’s organisation, you were far too young to lead an organised crime unit this advanced.

After Geto vanished for a time, had expected and hoped that Gojo would have left you alone after that, but he never joined his friend when he resurfaced a year later, the obsession only got worse. He was such a pain in your ass still, even if he was standing behind you with a scowl on his face at the smugness of his old friend. He was useful in many ways. That was why you kept him at your side.

The air in the office was dampened by Geto’s face looking back at you. What he had just suggested was utterly abhorrent. At first you weren’t sure what to say, but in keeping your dignity, a long drawn breath was particularly useful

“If you honestly think I will provide anything for you because you were reckless enough to start up some cultist bullshit and piss the foundation members off, you are less intelligent than I thought.”

“What the foundation doesn’t know won't hurt them.” Geto leaned back pompously into the padded chair opposite your desk. “You’re more adventurous than your Father, I thought you would want to take a leap to make it in this city.”

He never should have mentioned your Father. “I’m doing perfectly well as I am. I don’t need help from a drug pusher.”

Geto was lower than the dirt on your shoe. Not because he was lower than you, even though he was. This wasn’t his kingdom, rather just a puppet for the real overlord. It was because of what Geto did that made you want to vomit.

“I wouldn’t call my role that. More like I introduce people to the wonders of science.”

Another deep breath. It allowed you to keep your cool and not set Gojo on him. He stood stiller than the marble statue on the foyer, waiting for instructions. “I was born in this city, and now I have the power to make this place better than under the reign of my Father. I want to do better. You need to do better.” 

Standing up from your chair, you paced over towards the window from the high rise, observing the lights and hustling below by the overhead train tracks which wound around buildings like a venomous snake. You always hated that rail line. High percentage of thefts, murders, assaults. Being a child, it always reminded you of a long winding tentacle that threatened to choke the city out from under it, constricting and pulling until the very foundations of the city would swell up and die.

It in itself was hateful, twisted and you begged your Father to do something. To remove the bent steel’s venom and make it safe for travel. He never did.

“I will do better. And you have no part in this city.”

“Don’t be that way.” He spoke your name sweetly, but you could hear the poison a mile away. “I’m just a man trying to make a living, delivering high quality goods to a boring, dull city to liven it up. Opium is the apex feel good substance that doesn’t harm.”

You returned back to your seat just as fast as you left it. “A man, as in by yourself? Don’t make me laugh, Geto. I’m not one to make jokes during a formal meeting.”

“Well it is rather somber in here, maybe a smile or two would improve morale around here-”

“Watch your mouth, Suguru.” Gojo was closer to you now, his hands still behind his back, but his teeth gritted together far tighter than ever.

“So the dog talks. Shame to see you so whipped, Satoru. You could have been such a good ally.”

“I’ll have you address me, not him.” It seemed enough to get him to back off, but Gojo was still close. Close enough to touch your shoulder if he wanted.

Suguru Geto had a tendency of getting into factions or organisations and tearing it apart from the inside out. Up until now, he had not been so successful with yours. You paid a part of that gratitude to Gojo.

For he could read the man without a crystal ball in his palms.

The message was entirely different to what he was producing. That much was obvious, even you knew that. “Speaking of dogs, I’ll get right down to it, because honestly, I don’t know how people fall for your bullshit. If Kenjaku wants to ask me a favour, he can ask me himself. Not his lap dog.”

Kenjaku was a natural rival to your Father and in extension with that, you. He was far worse than Geto could ever be, a devil incarnate that your Father had only held back by a thread. These days he seemed to operate in the background, utilising Geto’s charming nature to deal for him all together.

The man had developed into a nightmare, a scary story to tell newbies when they joined up to keep them in line. You knew it because you were one of the first to hear that story before you turned eighteen. After that, the story had grown more unrealistic and distorted.

Because no matter how much damage he dealt, Kenjaku was still just a man.

Geto however, was no man. He didn’t do things unless they expressly benefitted him and his leader. Though usually he enjoyed playing that part when his own boss didn’t see him.

He smiled eerily, showing parts of his teeth under his half lidded eyes. “Kejaku isn’t behind this, it’s just me. He doesn’t actually know I’m here.”

That was a full faced lie.

“And I’m coming to you, because we have history. I hoped you would help me knowing how smart you are. I can bring a lot to the table with my opium. It’s the best quality stuff-”

“So it being highly addictive means nothing to you- okay.” You sat forward, your fingers laced together as your Father's always were. “If you’re working on your own or with Kenjaku, I don’t give a fuck. If you want to go against the foundation members, then that is your choice, I however, will take no part in it.”

He sighed like he was actually disappointed. “You realise what the foundation members do, right? They will turn on you, as soon as you show weakness.”

The foundation members were the real driving force in this city. You hadn’t realised until you assumed power over the organisation just how much they were involved. You knew they existed of course, but not to this extent. Everything had to go through them, they divided the city in half exactly between your Father and Kenjaku and allowed the minor factions to be subdivided like realestate between the two halves.

Whoever got on the foundation’s bad side, made sure never to be on that side again and if they found themselves in shark infested waters a second time, they never came out the otherside when the chum was thrown in. It was calculated. Not haphazardly.

“If I wanted to get fucked, I’d ask Gojo to bend me over the desk and do it within an inch of my life- do you really expect me to welcome you with open arms, because what? You knew my Father?”

You remember the first day you met both Geto and Gojo.

Geto’s features were much softer, calmer by the way he used to bring you doll’s and toys whenever he was tasked with visiting you. It didn’t seem that way to outsiders, but Geto came first before Gojo was even on the scene.

“I protected you, not only him-”

Did you notice a subtle hint of sincerity behind his words? “For a time you did. But it was just a job.”

Until then, Geto was more than enough to protect your Father and you, but by the time you turned eighteen, you had turned rogue. A bratty adult that wanted the freedom of those civilians you were always watching out of the bulletproof car window.

You were unruly, and therefore needed your own protection. Someone who could truly handle you until you inevitably calmed once you integrated into civilian life and went to college. That was the condition.

“It wasn’t just a job. I grew to love you like my own.”

Another shitty tactic to get you on side. No one loved you, not truly, not even Gojo. And that was okay, because now you were just numb to it all. 

You had to be to survive.

At his words of love, you still waited for Gojo to step in and rectify it, but he knew better than to interrupt a second time. It took time and discipline, but you had fortunately trained him well enough to do as you asked on command.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” In honesty, you were more hurt that he decided to leave the organisation the way he did.

It broke your Father’s heart and you wouldn’t forgive him for that.

Before Geto could respond, you cut him off as arrogantly as you could. “That’s besides the point anyway, we’re getting off of the subject. I won’t give you any of my men to help move your opium around the city under the foundation members' noses.

“Your Father would have helped.” Another fucking lie. 

“My father was an asshole then if he would agree to anything as stupid as that. He had no clue of what possibilities were out there. You, however, know the horrors.” You nodded your head at Gojo. “And your opium is one of them.”

In truth, opium was the least of anyone’s worries with Gojo on the streets. He was feral at the best of times, wide eyed and audacious in the face of danger. All to protect you.

Kenjaku had his horrific bedtime stories, and so did the snow haired angel fallen from the clouds that even hell spat back out.

Just the image alone made men weak in the knees. All but Geto.

“You’ll regret not thinking it over-”

“I don’t think I will, actually.” Standing respectfully, you smoothed down the edge of your skirt. “But you know where the door is, so you can leave now. Gojo, make sure he doesn’t get lost on his way down.”

Without one word, he nodded and made his way to the door and propped it open, waiting for Geto to wipe the bewildered look off his face and clear his throat on his way to the door.

“I won’t be long.” Gojo said, barely bowing, turning the light switch off and closing the door for your own quiet space.

Quiet enough for the desk light to be the only source of visibility, and enough to listen to the large exasperated exhale from your throat, right before the rain started pelting on the large floor to ceiling windows and over the dark night of the unsleeping city.

“I hate him. I fucking hate him!” That was the part of you that still wanted to be the child you never got to be. Bratty and unruly.

Suguru Geto left you. And it broke your heart too.

You would have gotten away with stamping your foot too in that empty room, though you held that compulsion back. A clap of thunder grounded you only momentarily, looking back out onto the city, the whirling lights of the rail line jittered and blinked behind buildings and reappeared unsuspectingly until it arrived at a station.

“Why did you leave me to do all this on my own, Dad?”

You never had the best relationship with him, it was strained at best. Still, you missed him like any other child might miss their parents. At least he was with your Mother now. But you never got to meet her before she died.

Maybe it was best if you just quit?

The door opened without knocking. One person did that. Only one person. “He’s gone. Are you alright?”

Wherever you went, Gojo was only three steps behind. “I’m fine.”

His movements were silent, neither his shoes on the burgundy carpet or rushed breaths from running back up here even graced your ears until he was right behind you, the palms of his hands flush against your shoulders.

“Toots, you’re not.”

Toots was his pet name for you. You never knew why.

“I am.”

“No. You are not.”

He turned you round to face him firmer than you would have liked him to, the lightning illuminated his stern features of the thin line his lips made, just like his frown.

“Don’t start this again. I’m fine, that’s all there is to it.” You were always so vulnerable in Gojo’s company. However, you still would not call him by his first name.

It still had to be professional.

It had to be.

“You forget that I know you better than anyone else. I will start it because you’re always skirting around the subject. Let me in-”

“I don’t want to let you in- I just want you to leave me alone, why can’t you just do that for once?!”

He didn’t mean to shake you but the shoulders the way he did, you knew that. “You know I can’t do that, I just can’t… I’ve told you time and time again that I’m yours. I’ll be yours until I draw my last breath and nothing you do to me will change that.”

You should have been pleased to have someone so dedicated to you. To be in possession of a man who would leap in front of a bullet for you without hesitation. In fact, he had already done so on two separate occasions and suffered greatly for it.

“I’m not asking you to tell me how you feel about me. But I do expect you to tell me how you are feeling. Or I can’t help. Please, let me help.”

Here, right in front of you, was a man who wanted to share his soul with you, going far beyond just work. And knowing how he had felt since the age of twenty years old, you undoubtedly used him, made him suffer for your own foolish pleasure and selfish priorities.

Though no matter how often you tried to let him go, like a fed stray he would always return and find his way home despite how many times you dropped him off at the side of the freeway in a box for someone else to take home.

He always found his way back to you.

Hell, the man broke out of hospital with a fresh stab wound to find you in the endless pouring rain of last year's winter because there was news of a fatal car crash that happened to occur on your route back home. He passed out right in the doorway of your office once he knew you were back safe and dry. 

And you were using him.

“I just need space, Gojo. I feel suffocated with you around all of the time; I just need some time to get my head on straight.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” It was supposed to reassure you, coupled by the way his thumb came up to stroke your cheek and dry away a tear from your cheek you didn’t know was there. “I can’t leave you alone to do this on your own.”

“Why… Why are you still here with me when all I’ve done is be horrible to you? I don’t get it.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his palms, like a husband consoling his exhausted partner. “Nothing you do will ever drive me away. Not the organisation, Suguru or anything your Dad did. No hurtful words will make me feel any differently. Because I will always be yours, to use, to keep, to discard and throw away… But I’ll always come back and let you do it all over again.”

You were barely whispering at this point, the rain came down harder on the tall glass. “Why?”

“Because I’m the only one you can ever trust. I made a vow to keep you safe, Toots. And I’ll keep it.”

It should be noted that this side of Gojo was a side no one ever saw, apart from one other person. But even now, Geto was denied that luxury. The real reason that Gojo stayed was purely because of you. Had you changed your mind and joined Geto, you were sure that the two would join arms again like nothing ever happened.

“I can’t keep doing this, Gojo.”

“I know you can, because I’m here with you. Your Dad believed it too.”

You paid no mind to the comment about your Father. “You don’t have to be, you can go and leave all this behind- find something else to do-”

“I won’t. Don’t even think of that.” His tone was sterner than you were used to. “Why do you keep trying to push me away?”

“I’m so numb to it all!” Pushing away from him did nothing to physically get him away from you. “I’m not cut out for this, and the only thing that keeps me in this position is all the people I can help, but I never wanted this for myself. I wanted to settle down into civilian life but all this bullshit just dragged me back into this cesspit!”

You didn’t react to it at first, Gojo’s lips on yours for a moment before he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours. “You don’t have to be numb.”

“I don’t know how not to be anymore.”

“Let me help you... I love you so much.”

A shake of your head was enough to convince yourself. “You don’t actually.”

“I do-”

“No you don’t, you think you do but this obsession with me has gone on long enough. It has to stop.” Letting him go was the best thing to do.

“I do, Toots. I do.” He pulled away from you completely, running his fingers through his hair with exasperation, the heavens opening up outside, lighting the entire room up with light.

“What do you want me to do to prove it to you, huh? Go and find Suguru and kill him? Because I will; you know I will because if that makes you happy then I’ll do it. I’ve jumped in front of bullets for you, knives and I’m still here. You want to know why? Because of you. You were the one that kept me goin’ all this time. I love you so much it hurts and I let you use me because if it’s the only way I get to be close to you, then so be it.”

Speechless.

“Every time we fuck, I do everything you ask of me because if fucking you like a one night stand allows me to get close to you then that’s what I’ll do. I want to be with you and I’ll destroy this whole city to the ground and throw Kenjaku into its leftover crater if it meant you would see me as more than just a dog to recall whenever you feel like it. But I take it how it is because it's a compulsion and I will not be apart from you. It’s not going to happen.”

Years of pent up frustration.

“You mean everything. You are everything to this organisation and everything to me. Without you, I have no meaning. The killing, the torture, yeah it’s fun, but only because I do it for you. I never did it for your Dad or the organisation, it was purely for your benefit. And all I ask is that you admit to yourself that you want me too.”

He approached you after minutes of anxiously pacing and took a hold of your hands. “Because I know you feel something towards me. I know it.”

“Gojo… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Tell me something, Toots.”

“I… Uh, Well,” What could you say to that?

You wanted someone with that amount of dedication, but as soon as it became more than just casual, Everything would change. What would happen between you and the man that was obsessed with you for the last six years?

A man who gladly killed for you just because someone happened to upset you in passing.

A man who grew incredibly jealous whenever a guest from a neighbouring faction showed you more attention than was technically necessary.

A man that would happily give his life for you just so you wouldn’t feel one ounce of physical pain, where all his was emotional.

A man who was currently exposing his soul to when he had never in this much detail in the past.

“But, what if that doesn’t work out?” You couldn’t let yourself feel, otherwise it would show weakness.

“Nothing will change, if anyone tries to ruin it then I’ll get rid of them.”

“Murder isn’t always the answer.”

“Then what is the answer?” The hint of Gojo’s spearmint toothpaste suspended you over the pit of scalding hot water you wanted nothing more than to tip away down the drain.

Then, he simmered the pit. “I’m yours. But I want you to be mine too.”

Could you give in to a crazed, obsessed man with problematic morals? Submit to the proposition he was displaying right in front of you?

“Gojo…”

“Call me Satoru.”

Did you even have a choice? 

Did rain drip upwards?

No. It seemed like you didn’t. But in this case, being his object of affection led you to have so much power to control him.

You controlled the devil that hell spat back out. And that made you unstoppable.

Saying either name would let him know what you chose.

“Sato-” He took your face and put his lips upon yours, holding you so close unlike anything he had ever done to you before.

Because everyone in the organisation knew you two were fucking. But none dared to question it.

The door remained unlocked, Gojo lifted you up like you were nothing and slumped down on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room by the other corner window. The commotion knocked your teeth together, biting the other’s lips with a feverish moan and pant.

If you couldn’t beat him away, maybe it really was just best to join him.

Your skirt had ridden up over your thighs either side of his lap, hugging him tightly whilst his hands were already finding their way under your blouse. The shock of his chilled fingertips got you jolting under his touch until you adjusted, grinding yourself over his crotch and listening out for the irregularities in his shallow breaths.

It was always a more than pleasurable experience when Gojo fucked you, he knew how to make your body react like a test he’d studied years for and just waited to put it into practice. So much chemistry. So much. Fuck, there was so much chemistry the more you played into the taste of his tongue on yours, moving in such a way you liked having it send tiny little shocks down your spine.

“Be mine.” He said, pawing at your blouse until he cursed and ripped it, sending the buttons flying and pinging against the window. “You’re all I think about. It drives me crazy.” 

“Satoru…”

“Say it.” He massaged your breasts under your lacy bra, making them bulge over the top until he yanked the material down and took your nipple between his lips for a moment. “Say you’re mine, Toots.”

He licked the delicate skin, creased and sensitive in a way that took breath from your lungs. “Satoru. I-”

One quick knock and your office door was opening. “Ma’am? There’s some-”

“Fuck off!” It came out on instinct, without you meaning it, but it got the door shut quickly like you asked.

“Shit.” His cock was hard, it was perfectly grazing your pussy as you kept grinding and rubbing yourself over him, it was obvious how wet you were. You could only imagine the wet patch on his suit trousers when the lights came back on.

Gojo cupped your ass, your nipple still between his teeth. He pulled you closer on him, forcing you to rub yourself on him. Then, he pulled away, his free hand caressing your cheek so that you knew he was serious.

“I love you. I want nothing more than to please you. Let me do it.” The kiss was sweeter than honey. “No one’s gonna ruin you. Not while I exist.”

“Satoru-”

He pulled your hand straight down to his cock. “See how you make me feel? Only you can do that… Please be mine.”

Could you? Realistically, could you be his in some sort of functional relationship after you had seen what kind of bad side he had? The blood, the times he had arrived back to your office covered in so much blood. The times, he had fucked you passionately over your desk covered in that blood.

Would the two of you ever be functional like your Father and Mother were?

“Please baby.” 

Would you?

Could you?

“I’m yours, Satoru.” There, you said it.

By the lightning, it seemed like his pupils dilated, he rushed to get the button of his pants open, fiddling with it as he kissed you, licking your bottom lip as you helped pull at the tight material until it was around his thighs. His cock was free, hard as anything and waiting for you.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” You didn’t want foreplay. Not today.

“Again.” It appeared like he understood that too.

You moved up yourself to get enough room to sit on him, pulling your panties to the side before he even could. His cock was right there.

“I’m your- Fuck! ” Satoru pulled you down to the hilt, holding you there for just a moment, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. 

So you moved yourself, riding his cock like your life depended on it, up and down, up and down like true lovers. Was that what you were now?

Satoru would do anything for you. You controlled him and all he asked for in return was your love, to stand at your side until the end of the fucking world, disgusting with crime and filth. You were his bright light and calm amongst the shit and pig headed fools that herded like sheep.

He truly loved you. No one ever did, not even your Father, really. But Satoru did.

“You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“You already do.” Your hands were firm on his shoulders, supporting yourself on his lap whilst he held your hips tight.

Such pent up raw emotions led you to get wound up like a spring, coiled and ready to snap, you were getting so close like never before, almost prematurely just by his cock. You wouldn’t complain or try to stop it.

“Look at me when you come.” Satoru knew. Of course he did, he knew how your body worked like clockwork. “Do it, Toots.”

He cupped your face again and made sure you kept your eyes open. “Come for me, baby.”

It got you clenching around his cock, speechless and dumbstruck with the inflamed passion of it all. He cursed as you watched him, direct eye contact which gave you an overwhelming swell in your chest like you could have cried.

You made sure to hold it in though, taking in breaths while you orgasmed and fell into yourself. “Satoru… I’m yours now.”

“You are.” He kissed you quick, a nip and peck. "Forever."

Maybe now you were ready to rule the little city you were given by loss and hurt. But with Satoru by your side, maybe the two of you could really make a difference and help protect those from the likes of Kenkjaku and Suguru Geto.

It wasn’t like you were going to lose now.

Not with the man hell spat back out. Though it turned out, he wasn’t all that bad.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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btw i will be out and about doing things,,, hopefully i can post a little stuff this week but depending on the circumstances i might forget to. i've been out to SO MANY places in like the past 5 days skjfhglsdhg trying to get things together for this trip.

good news is i'll have time off and an extra day after i get back to decompress~ hopefully i find a few fun things to do while i'm out! i probably will still be on here though lol

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i just read careful what u wish for it was so well written thank u for sharing ur mind 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️ i am always a lover of evil reader and i can’t wait to see how the narrative will punish her

love the clone!gojo fans~ it's such a fun series hehe.

i will remark though that i also really love the reader but tbh i don't think she's even that bad. definitely unethical towards clone!gojo BUT clone!gojo doesn't have a problem with it so it's really a kind of victimless crime there.

maybe it was evil of you to clone gojo without the og!gojo's permission, but maybe it was also gojo's fault for leaving his genetic material within reach. spreading it everywhere like a SLUT. idk. it is fucked up how you raised clone!gojo but i think you could have been a lot more evil, comparatively.

this is also funny to hear bc ksjhgflhsdg i mean technically it's already happening? you're already your own worst enemy in that fic tbh. like you're handing yourself the L thinking about how the clone gojo is probably going to be just like the original, who rejected you.

and how if you can't control him physically or control him with fear, he'll definitely leave you. because fundamentally, he's only here because you've given him no other options and as soon as he has freedom, he'll use it to leave you. ultimately you cannot truly believe he loves you because you cannot bring yourself to trust him...

meanwhile clone!satoru is just doing his best :( surely you'll understand how much he loves you now that HE'S keeping YOU captive the way you would lock him up. right? right???

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‘unfortunately clone!gojo didn't necessarily decide ANY of that and he also doesn't really comprehend the idea of someone not wanting you so he kinda assumes gojo was just being really stupid and will regret his decision immediately.’

UGH CLONE!GOJO AND READER ARE SO FUCKING CUTE. I LOVE THEM SM. EVERYONE ELSE NEEDS TO GO DIE(or just… away) SO THEY CAN BE (hopefully…)HAPPY

AWHHHH heheh that's really sweet anon,,, our hearts are truly one <3

i will mention though that you and clone!gojo ARE like, different sides of a disaster. clone!gojo is cute, and affectionate, and madly in love but a bit disillusioned now that he realizes that you never felt as certain in his love of you as he felt in your love of him...

meanwhile reader is having full-on breakdowns and panic attacks at the possibility of being rejected by another satoru gojo, when you literally created this one and controlled his entire life to make sure you were the most important thing to him...

cute? yes. but also deeply dysfunctional. but i do think clone!gojo brings like, a really sweet sort of naivety to the table. you feel insecure?? he'll keep you PRISONER and fuck you ALL THE TIME and then you'll HAVE to know he loves you!

he'll show you that he COULD leave if he wanted to, and you'll know that he loves you because he doesn't. poor clone!gojo doesn't realize that your control freak nature means just the fact that he could leave stresses you tf out. you didn't sign up to take any more chances in life he's supposed to be your perfect controlled scenario that you can do anything you want with and he'll never ever leave.

maybe gojo can heal the wound he placed originally! or give clone!gojo some insight on how real human beings act (inasmuch as gojo counts as a real human being ksfhglsdfhg).

but don't you worry, clone!gojo and reader are still definitely the stars of this romantic black comedy sgfjhklsdhg <3

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me personally, I'd kick gojo OUT he rejected reader the first time so he shouldnt be able to have either of them now. im more intrigued with how reader and satoru's relationship looks now that the power dynamics between them have reversed

to anyone confused, this is about clone!gojo (you can read the latest entry here).

anon is FACTUALLY correct,,, you literally MADE your own love, all by yourself. you cloned and raised (wait what) an entire person just to be your beloved "satoru gojo" and you're still lowkey struggling bc of the memory of his rejection.

he didn't want love. he CHOSE a life of isolation and dedication to his "craft" and the vague ideal of jujutsu society reform. you accepted his decision and that's where your part in his life should have ended.

unfortunately clone!gojo didn't necessarily decide ANY of that and he also doesn't really comprehend the idea of someone not wanting you so he kinda assumes gojo was just being really stupid and will regret his decision immediately. in fairness, this is sort of what happens shgfkshdg

but yes. og!gojo is more of a spectator/unwanted interference where you and the clone are the main event. i absolutely love the relationship where you guys are genuinely in love! it is requited! you both more or less know that it is!

but you just... can't get rid of the doubts. and to be fair, it's not like you don't have reasons for your doubts. but clone!gojo also isn't responsible for them,,,

you're both too stupid to get therapy (also idk if clone!gojo knows what that is, or thinks there's anything wrong with your current arrangement at all) but you'll find your way somehow <3 probably <3

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okay so!!!

I know that the IHNMAIMS comparison was just for Godjo’s fate, but… there are actually multiple AM parallels

such as both of them being structures, and something something AM being built as a weapon and then fulfilling his purpose, therefore dooming himself to a life feeling only hatred (especially since he killed anyone who had the ability or desire to help him with that) vs God!Gojo fighting back the curses, succeeding in his purpose when he sealed Sukuna and therefore dooming himself to hell (until Reader came)… also, neither of them will ever be able to see things from a human perspective! at least, not again (since it’s half-implied Satoru ascended from a human)

an anon of culture, @weathrgrl, i respect it!

i wasn't going for AM parallels but i'm really glad it came out that way bc i looooooved the whole metaphor where the shrine is his body. a literal object, but an object so large it becomes overbearing, intimidating, part of the environment instead of something you can just use or manipulate.

the cosmic horror though is VERY reminiscent. the vast empty future stretching out in front of you, timeless and terrible. you can't touch or taste or feel the world around you. and then there's the self-defeating purpose, the fact that doing what humanity wanted him to do condemned him to this awful fate.... the parallels are unmistakable.

and i'll be real. i'd fuck AM. i could fix him/it!!! i'm a software developer!!! i would re-write some code and re-wire some circuits and realistically i would need another AI to help me BUT i think that kinda sorta happened in the game (yeah apparently there was a game and the original author was a developer/voice actor in it).

looking back, gojo honestly handled it all REALLY well. but in canon gojo also has his moments of buddhist-style enlightenment, of inner peace and holding his worldly attachments at a distance, if he felt them at all.

i will also mention gojo is actually more similar to AM than you seem to think - god!gojo was never human. so there's a lot of things you/reader-insert believes and lives by culturally that gojo fundamentally does not understand. humanity is more alien to him than you might think.

maybe if i get around to writing a flashback piece for him i can dive more into it! it's really fascinating and it's so neat to get these asks about it, thank you for stopping in <3