#yandere gojo x reader
Canidae - Geto Suguru
Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words
Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men…there’s a lot of slimy men in here
(S/N) = stage name
Brood Mother- pt 3 (Yandere!Gojo x Reader)
Anyone think of any names for the curses? I described them and how they look in the last chapter.
Chapter 1: https://kiame-sama.tumblr.com/post/679669917676634112/brood-mother-yandere-gojo-x-reader
Chapter 2: https://kiame-sama.tumblr.com/post/679944642619408384/brood-mother-yanderegojo-x-reader-pt-2
Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, yandere temper, Gojo starts to show just what kind of yandere he can be if pushed, reader curses under threat, mild NSFW, dub-con, reader is threatened,
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You sat quietly in your cell, your little curses sleeping on your bed. Technically, you should have been sleeping as well, but your mind was miles away at that moment, thinking of a field at night and the breeze. It had been about two months since you last woke up in your cell, Satoru promising you freedom any day now but you were starting to think it wasn’t going to happen.
He had been teaching you about curses and what sorcerers typically did when they encountered a curse. To some extent, you worried about your own little curses who absolutely adored Satoru but could be so easily hurt by him. Of course, the moment he saw your expression darken, he was trying to insist over and over that your curses were technically “shinigami” so others weren’t going to hurt them but you still worried.
Beyond that, he taught you how to communicate with your pet curses and how to recognize different kinds of cursed energy. Whenever he spoke to you he always seemed to be trying his best to get closer, to rest his hand on your thigh, or your shoulder, to be just a tiny distance away from your lips as he talked. You knew he spoke to you differently than he did with others, hearing the way he spoke to anyone who interrupted the time he spent with you.
Part of you wondered just what made him so sweet to you, hearing him threaten others in a tone he wouldn’t dare use against you. Another part of you didn’t care about the why, just happy to have company in the rather mind-numbingly boring cell. Even after watching all of those B-movies and doing everything you could think about doing, you were bored.
You wanted to go outside and look at the stars, or even call Gojo to your side just to have a bit of company. It was the middle of the night though, you knew he would be off doing whatever it was he did when not around you. He spent the lion’s share of his time with you, even napping on your bed or sleeping beneath the warm kotatsu. So it was almost an odd feeling to not have him around, bothering you or just spending time with you.
He said he had to go work with a student and he would be back later, but knowing him that could be hours from that moment. That is why it surprised you so much when the door swung open and Gojo casually strolled into the room. Something seemed off about him, though you couldn’t place exactly what it was that bothered you.
He walked up to the bars of the cell and grinned, holding up a hand in a casual greeting and swinging the door open with a bit more force than usual. For some reason, your pet curses didn’t swarm to see him, actually staying by your side and staring with large, wary eyes. You began to get the feeling that something was amiss and decided to do a small test of your own just for your mental clarity.
“Gojo-senpai, it’s good to see you.”
“Hey, (y/n)! Just got word you’re being let out of here. Let’s go get some food to celebrate, my treat.”
“Why?”
“Hm? What do you mean, why? You get to go outside for the first time in three months, let’s enjoy it!”
You stared for a long moment at his white hair, noticing the slightest silver sheen to it that made it seem off-color. He stood with his hands in his pockets, but you could have sworn you saw something lining his wrist on the hand he hadn’t lifted. Where the energetic and relaxed way of talking was familiar to you, there was undoubtedly something different about him and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“Sure, we can enjoy it, but I need to ask you something first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Who are you?”
He seemed shocked for a moment before laughing, seeming as if the action was forced instead of being sincere. His grin felt too stretched and too wide for his face and you could feel your heart rate kick up.
“You know who I am, Gojo Satoru, remember?”
“You are not.”
“Why are you saying this all of a sudden? You’re going to hurt my feelings!”
“Because Gojo-senpai always insists I call him Satoru and will interrupt me mid-sentence to remind me. My curses adore Gojo and will run to see him every time he visits, they are wary of you. Your hair isn’t the same white, more like a gray or silver instead. Even if all of that were corrected, I’ve been here for two months, not three.”
Genuine surprise was on the man’s face before he began to laugh, voice switching to a higher tone and appearance changing. The hair became longer and turned a more steel gray, blindfold falling to reveal bi-colored eyes on a face with now obvious stitches running across his entire body. The grin was too wide and now was twisted in an elated smile that reminded you of a cat who was toying with the terrified prey it had caught.
“And here, I thought you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference! I was actually trying that time, changed my soul and everything. Doesn’t matter, no one’s coming to check on you any time soon, so you’re going to be coming with me anyway!”
The man lunged and you yelped, not expecting him to move half as fast as he did, finding yourself on the other side of your cage within seconds. He glanced around as of confused before looking over his shoulder, catching sight of you and your curses which were now hissing.
How did you get on that side of the cage? You hadn’t moved, so something must have moved you instead.
The feeling of someone leaning over you made you tense up, feeling a warmth against your back. A light and familiar chuckle sounded by your left ear and you glanced to see what looked to be the real Gojo standing with you in a mock embrace. His hands were resting on your hips but his grin seemed strained as if he were fighting a scowl.
“Whew! Good thing I came to check in on you, (y/n)! Let me deal with this intruder.”
As he lifted one hand you were stunned to see a child run past you instead of the man you had been looking at only moments ago.
“I know better than to fight Gojo Satoru! Be seeing you later, (y/n)!”
Instead of pursuing the strange being that had impersonated him, Satoru was actually checking over you as if searching for any sign of injury. His face was oddly serious as he trailed his hands over you, seeming to be a bit too physical in his search as he brushed against your chest and ass multiple times. He seemed to visibly relax when he found no sign of damage and he sighed, standing far too close to you than he already did.
“Good, doesn’t seem like he managed to hurt you.”
“Who was that?”
“A curse of some kind. He was fluent in conversation much like several special grade that have been appearing. Did he say anything to you as to what he was doing or why?”
“No… But he did try to impersonate you. He was too different though and I knew it wasn’t you. When I pointed his flaws out, he just said I would be going with him anyway and tried to grab me.”
Satoru frowned at this and you felt his hands- which had been resting on your hips- suddenly gain a tighter grip.
“You aren’t going anywhere with him, you’re going to be staying by me. I don’t care what those old bastards say, clearly you aren’t dangerous and if you are being targeted, you need to be protected, not caged.”
A yelp escaped your lips as he causally lifted you in his arms, acting as if you weighed no more than a couple of grapes in his hands. Your curses easily raced after him, leaving the cage and the room behind as he took you down numerous halls. Each turn seemed to confuse you more to the layout before you both got to a door that opened without prompting.
Inside was a decently lavish room that had a king sized bed on one side, various other furniture pieces scattered around the large room. It felt far more lived in to you and you realized that this was likely where Gojo stayed, wondering why he brought you here. You had been expecting Satoru to take you to principal Yaga, but clearly he was not going to do that as he placed you on his tall bed.
He gathered up your curses in his arms and carried them to what looked like a door to a bathroom, placing them in the room and closing the door so they couldn’t get out. He then closed the blinds and locked the door before walking back over. Satoru stood between your legs and smiled, rubbing your hips as you felt your body heat up from the attention.
“You seem quite sensitive, or are you just excited to see me?”
“S-Satoru, what are you-?”
“Doing? Well, I figure you don’t want your pet curses watching while I pound you into my bed.”
“Wha- wait! Where did this come from?”
“Hm? I thought I was making myself very clear about my wants and desires for you.”
“When did you decide this?”
“About a week into knowing you, but I’m not a very patient person, and my personality isn’t great either. With that curse trying to steal you away, I realized I don’t like the idea of you belonging to anyone else, so I need to stake my claim.”
“I’m not- I can’t just-”
“You’re so adorable, (y/n). Don’t worry, I guess I’ll have to make love to you another time, right now I want to leave as many marks on you as I can.”
“But I don’t-”
“(Y/n), I know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, right? You stare when I talk, you smile when I come to see you, you could immediately tell a lookalike from how much you’ve been watching me. I’m flattered you care so much about me, besides I haven’t forgotten the ‘You’re beautiful’ comment.”
He lifted up one of your hands and gently kissed it, honestly trying to get you to just accept him already. He wanted to smother you in the extreme adoration he felt inside of him, and only some of it was caused by your cursed energy. He knew your cursed energy was trying to wear him down and make him loyal like your pet curses, but he is smarter and stronger than your pets. Satoru knew and could resist, but upon finding a depth to his affections, he willingly let himself be dragged into your flock of wayward beings.
You had such capability with your unintentional mastery of your cursed energy, the brood of curses you have collected being healed and purified when it was believed such a thing was impossible. Satoru himself had dismissed the idea of gaining curses to fight for a sorcerer with any true loyalty, and here you have fallen right into his lap. An ultimate curse ability all neatly contained within a sweet thing like you, everything he didn’t know he needed right in front of him.
There was no way he would let you just slip through his fingers. It didn’t matter what the old bastards said, he was keeping you. It didn’t matter that you weren’t as obsessed with him as he was, he could teach you to love him. So many feelings he was primarily unfamiliar with suddenly given to him in abundance with the simple entrance of you into his life.
“Let me mark you and claim you, show the whole world you belong to Gojo Satoru. And don’t worry, I’ll only make love to you when you beg me to, that’s a promise you may not want me to keep though.”
“Satoru…”
“Are you going to let me love you, or do I need to get rough?”
You remained silent for a moment and relaxed, no longer nervously trying to stop his hands from wandering over your soft body. Clearly your wordless resignation was all Satoru needed as he began exploring you more thoroughly, hips teasingly moving against your own. There was a clear firmness pressing against your clothed sex making you gasp and mewl, much to Satoru’s delight.
You gasped as he pulled his blindfold off, his bright blue eyes glinting like gemstones in the low light of the room. Again you found yourself captivated by the beautiful man who just smiled at your awed expression. Honestly, you didn’t expect this from Satoru, always believing he was already in a relationship and just couldn’t gauge personal space well. Now he ran his hands under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, trailing soft kisses over your exposed skin.
His lips were plush and gentle as he practically dragged himself up your body, his hands smothering your soft breasts as he fully removed your shirt. Even with a bra on, you felt the warmth of his hands which marveled and caressed your gentle body. The way Satoru was acting gave you the impression that he had been waiting for this, for a moment to have you all to himself like this.
His insatiable lips mouthing at your soft skin as he occassionally let his tongue swipe at your body for a taste. It was clear that he at least knew what he was doing, feeling your own body heat up in response to his actions. Though you wouldn’t admit it, you could feel your body aching for something more than the slow way Satoru trailed over your skin and sucked a new dark mark into your flesh with every other kiss. He was intentionally putting on a show for you, being louder than he needed to be in his worshipping of your body.
You couldn’t stop the way your hips began to move against his slow grinding, feeling that big, thick rod slide over your clothed pussy despite the layers of clothes between. As Satoru made his way to your perked breasts, he tugged slightly at your bra. As if debating what he wanted to do with it, he pondered in silence before you felt the clasp pop loose, easily pulling the offending cloth away from what he so desperately wanted to suck on.
Your soft chest jiggled and you tried to cover your exposed chest instinctually. You had barely moved and Satoru already had both of your hands pinned on the bed using one hand to hold them in place. With lazy strokes of his tongue he slowly dragged that slick warmth over your sensitive nipples, grinning as you mewled oh so sweetly.
He latched his mouth onto the nipple of your breast, sucking almost harshly as you whimpered and gasped. The slow grinding of his hips paired with the intense way he sucked caused a cascade of noises from your lips, trying to press yourself closer to his grinding hips.
“A-ah! Satoru..!”
He chuckled softly, allowing his lips to pop off of your warm breast, grinning like a devil up at you.
“That’s it… Just keep calling for me darling. Scream for me. Tell everyone who is making you feel so damn good.”
He switched breasts and you couldn’t stop the way your breath hitched and gasped oh so sweetly. You were moaning and whimpering in increasing volume before Satoru pulled away, confusing you slightly.
“I told you, I won’t get to fill you up until you beg me to. But, I am tempted to ask if you’ll ride my face for now~”
“Wh- Satoru!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll breathe when I make you cum.”
