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Satoru Gojo isn’t afraid of dying—but the thought of never seeing you again, of never hearing your sweet, honeyed voice or feeling the warmth of your skin against his, makes his heart ache as he takes his final breath and closes his eyes one last time.

Satoru Gojo isn’t scared of death, but he’s scared he’ll never see you again.

He’s scared—terrified—of never waking up in your arms again. He’ll never smell the rich aroma of morning coffee, and he'll never be able to see you hunched over the kitchen counter again, in nothing but his shirt—sleepy-eyed, messy-haired, soft and warm, and completely his.

Satoru Gojo isn’t afraid to die. He's terrified, of living forever without you.

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Moving on after Gojo Satoru died wasn’t hard—not once you realized you’d been nothing more than a placeholder for the ghost that haunted him for the past ten years.

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cooking up the most annoying fic I ever wrote with jizzy rn. everyone say thank you giselleeee

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Look what i did!!

Nevermind Catwoman there!

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another one bites the dust

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Imagine gojo taking it in the ass with your strap and he ends up moaning geto’s name

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Traitor — gojo satoru

a/n: barely proofread lol, enjoyyyy <33 finally wrote some gojo after being stuck on tim bradford for the past few days.. forgive me guys, I'm still loyal to the honoured one

“How could you?” Your eyes are like daggers, staring at your husband, who looked back at you with guilty eyes.

“Baby, please let me explain myself,” he says, voice full of regret, trying to mend something that could not be fixed.

Such were the consequences of his actions.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so lust driven. Maybe then he wouldn't be in this predicament with his wife, his soulmate, his other half.

Betrayal is a funny concept.

“No, Satoru,” he winces, knowing he was in real trouble once you pull out the full name. Not ‘toru, Satoru. “I don't even wanna listen to your half ass excuses,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes, “How could you? How could you do this to me? To your children…to your family?” 

“Baby, please, it was a mistake! Please listen to me, I won’t let it happen again!” he pleads. 

If he had to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, hell, he just might.

“Stop with your shitty excuses. You should be lucky your son isn’t home, or else he would’ve bore witness to your sins.”

You scoff, head held high and words unforgiving. Your once relaxed posture is now rigid.

“Gojo, how could you do this to me? How could you do this to him… what will he say when he comes back from school, and sees his father…” Your voice trails off.

“Darling, just listen to me,” his voice cracks, fingers digging into your t-shirt, holding onto you from desperation.

“No."

Your voice was sharp like a knife, and he was your unfortunate target.

"Your gluttony is a sin, I can't believe you would break your son's trust and…eat his last cookie."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐌 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

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IM CRYINGGG 😭😭😭😭 THIS IS UNREAL

no one can hurt me more than @_via.w, not even gege

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no one can hurt me more than @_via.w, not even gege

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Maybe death will be more forgiving to him

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jizzy has me on a leash, expect the leash is a butt plug that she pulls on whenever she wants me to proof read her work bc I keep forgetting 😭😭😭

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Traitor — gojo satoru

a/n: barely proofread lol, enjoyyyy <33 finally wrote some gojo after being stuck on tim bradford for the past few days.. forgive me guys, I'm still loyal to the honoured one

“How could you?” Your eyes are like daggers, staring at your husband, who looked back at you with guilty eyes.

“Baby, please let me explain myself,” he says, voice full of regret, trying to mend something that could not be fixed.

Such were the consequences of his actions.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so lust driven. Maybe then he wouldn't be in this predicament with his wife, his soulmate, his other half.

Betrayal is a funny concept.

“No, Satoru,” he winces, knowing he was in real trouble once you pull out the full name. Not ‘toru, Satoru. “I don't even wanna listen to your half ass excuses,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes, “How could you? How could you do this to me? To your children…to your family?” 

“Baby, please, it was a mistake! Please listen to me, I won’t let it happen again!” he pleads. 

If he had to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, hell, he just might.

“Stop with your shitty excuses. You should be lucky your son isn’t home, or else he would’ve bore witness to your sins.”

You scoff, head held high and words unforgiving. Your once relaxed posture is now rigid.

“Gojo, how could you do this to me? How could you do this to him… what will he say when he comes back from school, and sees his father…” Your voice trails off.

“Darling, just listen to me,” his voice cracks, fingers digging into your t-shirt, holding onto you from desperation.

“No."

Your voice was sharp like a knife, and he was your unfortunate target.

"Your gluttony is a sin, I can't believe you would break your son's trust and…eat his last cookie."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐌 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

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another one bites the dust

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another one bites the dust

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gojo satoru hooking up with the pregnant single mom next door, who just so happened to be his baby mama all this time (you both were drunk and bad at remembering faces) 😭😭😭😭

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rem working on something not jjk related? The world might just be ending

might change the summary later on, but the fic layout will remain the same