Why Is Privacy So Eroded. I Get Treated Like A Nutcase If I Say No, I Don't Want Strange Companies Taking

“Why are you so clingy?” P.2

—in which, 5 months after you broke up with Gojo, you see him again in a grocery store, and— he wants to be friends??

A/n: Prob gonna end up doing like an enemies-friends-lovers type shit. But it will not be quick. I refuse to just hand over y/n to him. 😒 I’ll bedazzle this when I get home.

<<part one, part three, part four>>

“You have got to be kidding me.” You sighed, opening up the fridge and realizing there was no more milk after pouring a bowl of cereal.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you sighed and grabbed a glass of water before pouring it into the bowl. Sitting down on the chair, and began eating your cereal.

Mid-bite your eyes roamed across your new apartment. It wasn’t the nicest. By any means. A big ass step down from the house you’d shared with Gojo.

It’d been five months since you broke up with him. Sure, you missed him. You missed the him he was at the beginning of the relationship. All sweet and loving. And no matter what, you’d always still have some love for him.

But the him now? Well.

“That motherfucker can eat shit and die.” Rolling your eyes, you took the last bite of your cereal aggressively. Thinking about the way he spoke to you had you angry all over again.

Putting the bowl into the sink, you moved over to the living to grab your car keys.

“Cannot believe I let him talk to me like that.” You mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed as you locked up your apartment before walking out to your car.

Sitting in the drivers side, you glanced at your phone, feeling the buzz, and paused.

You stared at the phone for a good long minute, before sighing and biting the bullet and replying. Maybe it wasn’t who you were thinking it was. Maybe it was some other person. Maybe.

“Is he serious right now? Are we deadass?” You had to close your eyes and take deep breaths. You used to love it when he’d call you pretty but now it felt so fucking condescending.

Staring at the phone, you wait for a reply. But you didn’t get one. His instant replies had turned into no reply, and it just had you rolling your eyes all over again. Putting the phone down, you pulled out the driveway.

“Okay— so I need milk,” listing off what you needed to get from the store, it only took a few minuets before you pulled into the grocery. Parking, and walking in, you kept repeating you list until you had most of it in the buggy. “—and I just need-“ you froze.

You froze, and you stared. Because right at the end of isle, was the same blue eyed bitch you did not want to run into.

Immediately, you turned around and began walking out of the isle. That is, until you felt an arm grip your wrist.

“Wait! Wait, just wait a second!” Gojo pulled you to a halt, his grip on your wrist so gentle it had unwilling memories of your relationship pop back up into your mind.

Glaring up at him, you snatched your wrist from his grip, “what.” And oh, the way you glared up at him had his heart racing, butterflies flying and bouncing all around his stomach at finally seeing you again.

“How- um, how have you been?” Gojo smiled down at you, albeit a little nervously.

“If you don’t get to the point Gojo I swear to god.” Your patience had already run thin— it’d snapped.

“Let’s be friends. I want to be friends.” Gojo blurted out, and immediately screamed himself mentally, because no, he did not want to be friends with you, he wanted to be your boyfriend again, he wanted to be yours, not some friend.

“Really? Friends?” You gave him an unimpressed look, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Yes! Friends.” He was already too far into the bit to go back, “I miss you. So fucking much. We don’t have to be what we once were— I just want to be friends. Like the good ol’ days.”

His words actually had you pausing. Thinking back, you and Gojo had always clicked so well, especially back when you were friends. It was so easy back then, so fucking easy.

“I don’t know Gojo, this doesn’t seem like a good idea…” you looked back down at the shopping buggy before looking at the exit, then back up at him.

“I can understand why you’re on the fence about this! I do! But can you honestly you don’t miss us being friends?” He could feel your hesitance, but hesitance was better than just a straight up rejection.

Groaning, you finally gave in. God you were such a pushover. “Just friends. Which means no talking about our past relationship— or anything like that! And no touching.” Glaring at his hands, you eyed him sternly.

“Yes! Thats great— perfect. I missed you so much,” he tried to pull you in for a hug, but you pushed him back by the chest.

“What did I just say?” Your brows furrowed and you took a step back.

“I’m sorry- my bad, my bad.” Hands up in defense, he took a small step back as well. “No touching, got it…. Sooooo, you free Saturday?” He tilted his head with a grin, “we can hang out? Like we used to?”

“I’m busy. Let’s just start with texting.” You sighed, ready to just leave with groceries and escape this awkward ass conversation.

“Alright, whatever you say, pretty.” Gojo shot you a charming smile.

“And don’t call me that.” You added, before just nodding awkwardly and turning to walk away.

Gojo watched as you walked away, his eyes softened, and his hands slipped into his pockets. “Fuck. I can’t do friends, why the hell do I do this to myself?” Mumbling to himself, Gojo walked down the aisle, and went to grab the certain brand of cookies he was wanting.

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You dream they cheated on you

—In which you dream they cheated on you, and let them know... in your own way.

Jjk various; Gojo, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

You leave the bed for food

—In which, you leave the bed at ungodly hours without telling them, only for them to find out you're at WaffleHouse. JJK various: Gojo, Suguru, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

A/n: My first time doing a various, lmk if you like it <3. And also, I'm starting a tag list for Smau's or like my reg imagines n shit. lmk if you'd like to be added.

Thinking about…

Gojo has been gone on missions and such for a while. Only time he comes home is to sleep or get patched up by you so he could spend time with you. But you get tired of his absence and…

Context: Gojo is gone for weeks at a time. You’re lonely. You decide to break up with him and leave.

Warnings: angst, reader is alone a lot, brief mention of Mad Men, break ups, possessive Gojo, he a lil crazy bout you, almost car wreck??, hurt w comfort, good ending.

Wc: 1,557

A/n: it’s not as sad or wild as it seems I think. Also mad men is a dope show, but all the men in the show fucking suck?? Also. How do I make the title all colorful but like gradient like? Those are dope.

Breaking up with Gojo was not easy. You loved him so much, and he was the man you wanted to marry, spend your life with, have kids with and everything. But he was always gone now a days. Always.

For weeks, days, he was gone for three weeks last time. It was all too much. You missed him, and were tired of feeling alone.

It was lonely in his house. Always wearing his clothes because it smelt like him, burying your face in his pillow. It was all you really had.

You knew dating the world’s strongest wouldn’t be easy. But it was starting to feel impossible. You missed him so much, and half the time he didn’t even respond to your messages. Too busy for you.

You missed your job, and having to deal with shitty, annoying strangers, messy coworkers, and getting off late. At least you were busy then. Back in the earlier stages of your relationship, Gojo had begged you to quit your job so you could be with him more. He kept going on and on about how he could easily provide for the two of you, and it wouldn’t leave a dent in his bank account.

At first it was fine, amazing even, not having to work. Or get up early, stay late, deal with shit that made your mind ache. But you didn’t think about if Gojo wasn’t there.

All of the loneliness and angst that was building up in the empty space that was your and your lovers home was beginning to turn to anger. Anger and so many other negative emotions that Gojo promised you wouldn’t be feeling with him.

So after an entire pizza, a season of Mad Men, and a cup of chocolate milk, you decided it was time. It was time to leave because you were losing your damn mind, worrying constantly about Gojo, the loneliness, the having legit nothing to fucking do.

So, you began packing your things. You grabbed your clothes, your plushies, your shoes, your make up, face and hair products, even the little shit. You made sure everything that was yours was gone from his house, and packed in your car.

Glancing around, just to be petty, you deleted your Netflix profile. Gojo loved to use yours instead of his own, only god knows why. Meaning all his progress on the unfinished shows were gone.

With a huff, you wrote a note. Simply stating you were tired of being alone and feeling alone in this relationship. Ending it with an i love you, and hope you do well in the future.

And like that, you got in your car and began to drive.

Half an hour later, the front door to the house opens. “Baby I’m home.” Gojo called out, sounding tired and pretty damn drained. “You will not believe how much I fucking missed you.” He sighed, and put down the pizza he’d gotten on the way home for you both on the counter.

“Baby?” Gojo looked around, and noticed how much shit was missing. How much of you was missing. “Babe come out, I’m too tired for this, just wanna hug you.” Followed by silence.

Gojo glared at nothing in particular and huffed. Quickly, he walked into your and his bedroom, and paused. All of your stuff was gone. And there was a note on the bed.

Anger and frustration was replaced by a deep sense of fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, he picked up the note. And oh, he never knew how much a few words on a sheet of paper could hurt so much.

It wasn’t just mental pain, it was physical pain. Pain that had him grabbing his chest to try and stop it. Swallowing thickly, he quickly looked at his phone, and saw that you still had your location on.

“…fuck this.” Sadness and loss turned to anger and possessiveness. “Yeah fuck this shit.”

He worked too damn hard, and spent too much time dealing with curses, elders, people in general, for the one source of his happiness to be gone.

So, he got in his car, and immediately skidded out of the driveway. No doubt breaking every damn traffic law, speeding to reach your car.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, cliche sad music played from your stereo, a sonic blast sat in your cup holder as you ate cheese sticks and drove the car with your knee.

You felt pathetic. All these nasty thoughts nipped at your mind. You had no idea Gojo had even came back to the house. You’d expected it’d take him a few more days.

But you were NOT expecting, was a very familiar car racing up to yours and cutting in front of you, only to hit the breaks making you gasp and slam on your breaks.

You had to swerve off the road and into some empty parking lot. Eyes wide, heart racing, you noticed the other car pull in as well. Quickly getting out, you were fuming. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking cr-“

The front door slammed open, revealing none other than your boyfriend, or ex boyfriend rather. He looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen him.

“Gojo-“ you tried to get the words out, but he’d backed you against your car roughly. Pinning you there and glaring down at you, blindfold hanging around his neck.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snapped, voice low. “A fucking letter? Are you serious?”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Your heart jumped at the sight of him. Not injured, and safe from his mission but oh so furious. “…why- how did you find me?” You whispered, your voice breaking despite trying to sound more confident.

“You left your location on.” He spoke blankly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Why. Fucking explain it to me like I’m five.” Gojo’s head ducked down a bit, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“I-I-“ The words refused to leave. Your brows furrowed as tears began to boil up. Why was it so hard to say it when it was so easy to write it? “Y-you- I- I’m tired of being… alone. You’re always gone, always. And I’m left to worry about you.” However the more you spoke, the more those past angry feelings rose up. “You told me to quit my job for you and I did! Only for you to just leave all the fucking time! You don’t even respond half the time, and when you with me you’re always exhausted or hurt!”

Gojo felt himself pause. Sure, what you were saying was on the letter, but he didn’t process it. All he really noticed was ‘breaking up’ and ‘have a happy life.’ So hearing this from you had him pull back slightly.

He didn’t mean to hurt you, didn’t mean to make you feel alone. Gojo Satoru only thought about you when he was away, and only ever really spoke about you. He loved you, and to hear you felt like this… well… it didn’t change much.

You were still his. Yeah, his chest hurt knowing he’d hurt you. But he was not letting you walk out of his life like that. No fuck that.

“I’m sorry.” His expression softened and his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t realize I was leaving you alone like that. Baby believe me, all I think about is you. Every breath I take is so I can come home to you.” His forehead pressed against yours.

Your breath was shaky as you quieted down, eyes closing as his forehead pressed against yours. God, all that anger and resentment was gone just like that. It made you want to be more angry, but you just couldn’t.

Not when he was talking so sweetly to you, body pressed against yours. You’d missed him so much, and this was the first time in a while that you two really talked. Like really talked.

“Come home. I’ll take off work. The elders can go fuck themselves and send someone else to do their shit.” He murmured, lifting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don’t leave me, please… I’ll do better, I can’t lose you.”

Your heart melted at his words and you felt yourself swoon. However, before you could even say yea, he’d picked up and thrown you over his shoulder. “Oh my god- Gojo!”

“Ah.” He huffed, and landed a harsh slap to your ass. His hand rubbed over the area he slapped however to soothe the sting. “That is not what you call me. Go on, what do you call me sweet girl?”

You felt your cheeks burn red, eyes a little wide. “Satoru…”

“Good girl.” He praised with a grin.

“Wait- hey! I didn’t say I’d come back damn it!” You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get down. He however had other plans.

“You think you ever had the choice? That’s cute babe.” He smiled, his hand moving from rubbing gently to squeezing. “You are mine, and so is this ass.”

Your relationship was by no means perfect, but he loved you. Of course, he had never planned to let you go, even if you wanted to leave. :)

Guys this was bad. Omfg I got so lost in this- but why not post it??😟…

Thank you for a 143 followers! My brain is as empty as my cart rn! So I need ideas!

Filthy drunk sex fic

Tooth rotting fluff

Happy valentines! Oh nvm. P.2

—In which JJK men have to deal with the consequences of their actions, whereas some get to enjoy sweet, sweet forgiveness. (Smau) JJK various; Gojo, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

Tw: cheating, spicy (nanami’s), forgiveness, mentions of killing (I was laughing while writing this the whole fucking time)

Part one

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Garden Injuries p.2

—in which you wake up after being out for three days from fever, only to find Sukuna waiting by your side. He's rather eager for you to heal... for many reasons.

A/n: I really wanted to write this but like I want to implode because I kind of fucking hate it?? Also, should I make a taglist??????

<< part one, part three>>

Waking up, you immediately felt a raging pain in your thigh. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in the wound— it was that kinda bad. Not only that, but your throat was dry and you were colder than Sukuna’s attitude towards humans.

Slowly, you pried your eyes open. It felt like you’d been asleep for years, you’d been asleep for three days while the fever wore off. Sighing, you sat up, biting your lip as you winced, keeping down the hiss that threatened to leave you.

Looking down at your body, you had no pants on. Only your panties and the shirt you were wearing were sure as shit not yours. It is massive, and dropped over your body like a blanket almost. The neckline slipping over your shoulder too.

Taking the neck hem to your nose, it smelt like Sukuna. And immediately, embarrassingly enough, it had you smiling softly. However, you quickly notice a figure moving in the corner.

“You’re finally awake, brat.” Sukuna walked over, crouching down in front of you. He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, “you humans are so weak, however you are on the tail end of the fever.” His eyes glanced down at the wound on your leg, and his jaw clenched with frustration.

Because you’d hidden this from him, it’d gotten infected. The stitches you’d received from one of the servants were horrible and had only made the wound worse.

“Uraume tells me this wound will take a while to heal. It will scar,” he glared at you as he leaned in, his face inches from yours, “this is your fault, brat.”

Your brows furrowed, and you huffed, “I was fine without your help, my Lord.” Oh you were feisty. And he fucking ate it up. No one else had the balls to snap at him like you did, and you didn’t even have balls.

“You would’ve died from the fever and succumbed to your wounds without me.” He mused, raising a brow when you scoffed at him. Looking like a pissed off squirrel in his eyes. A cute one at that.

“This is why I hid it from you,” rolling your eyes, you began to try and stand, only for him to quickly push you back down by your shoulder.

“Remember who you speak to, brat.” His glare silenced you promptly, but you still had a pout on your pretty lips. “You will be staying in this room with me from now on.”

“What about the garden? That is my only duty here—“ you were a bit worried now. Sukuna was known to throw away servants who could no longer do their jobs. He’d kill them and use them as an example. But you knew damn well you were his favorite.

“What of it?” Sukuna narrowed his eyes, before sitting down in front of you, a servant came in promptly with a tray of a variety of foods, ranging from meat to fruit to sweets. “Eat.”

“Well I can’t stay here and tend to the garden… your chambers are quite far.” You tried to reason with him, before quickly snatching a chunk of steak with your hands and fucking devouring it. You were starving.

Sukuna enjoyed watching you eat like an animal far too much. It had satisfaction pooling in his stomach, yes, he’d provided for you. You, his future wife and queen.

“Your duties as a gardener have been removed, another servant has replaced your position.”

You froze mid-bite, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, “but— but that’s my job. No one else does it better than me!” You are nervous now. Your only job, the thing you were best at had been taken. Now what were you to do?

“You will remain at my side. As I had said three days ago before you passed out. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Sukuna tilted his head slightly, before putting the meat in your hand. He grabbed a small cloth and wiped your hands and face before grabbing you by your hips and easily pulling you against his chest. Your body rested between his propped-up knees, back fitting perfectly against his chest.

“I-I… don’t remember.” Your face was a bright red as you let Sukuna move you. Swallowing nervously you tilted your head back so you could look up at him.

“Then I will remind you,” his hands came to rest on your throat, so you’d have no choice but to stare up at him, “You are my mate, my queen, and my woman. You will no longer be a simple servant. You will command all others and learn how to lead so you may lead alongside me.” He said it so easily, while you just stared at him.

And you stared.

And stared,

Before busting out laughing. “Pfft— my Lord, you shouldn’t just like that, I almost believed you.” Your laughter mellowed down to giggles as you smiled, before looking up at him again, you saw his hardened expression and shut your mouth.

“I do not jest, human.” His brows were furrowed and he pulled to a natural frown.

“M-My lord—“

“Sukuna. You are no longer my servant, do not address me as such.” He corrected, his eyes analyzing your reaction with growing amusement.

You sighed, “Sukuna, I’m not even one of your concubines, wouldn’t at least one of them be a better choice?”

“I’ve gotten rid of them.”

“What?!” Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. “Why?”

“You are the only one I need. I grew tired of their touches and crave yours. I just have to wait till your wound heals.” He mumbled and moved his chin to rest on your shoulder. His big hands came up to rest on your soft stomach, “soon you will be round with my heir.”

“Heir?!”

“Yes.”

“This is insane.”

“Sanity has nothing to do with what I plan for us.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hands gently kneaded your tummy as thoughts of you full and round with his kid popped up. Oh how ready he was to finally have you and claim you.

“…you’re serious?” You stared at the tray of food, then down at his hands that explored your torso.

“Yes. Once again, I am not joking, human.” He huffed.

“…right. I still want to take care of the garden.” You were so confident when you said that, a mistake on your end.

“Have I not made myself clear? Must I make you understand another way?” Sukuna bit down on your shoulder, making you gasp before a squeal ripped from your throat as his hand dipped underneath your panties, cupping your cunt in a way that had you aching.

“Wait—“ You tried to grab at his wrist, but he was not having it. It merely made him slip a finger into you, to prove his point.

“You are no longer a servant. I do not touch my servants like this. You will understand this.” His voice was determined and stern as he curled his finger inside you. Slowly stretching you. And while, yes, he was doing this to prove his point, he’s also been holding himself back from touching you. And this? This was a great excuse to get his hands on you… and in you.

Moaning softly, your back arched against him as his middle finger, thick and long, curled inside you. And soon, his middle finger was joined with his ring finger.

“You will learn to rule by my side, I will not have it any other way.” He spoke against your ear, finding your reactions to his touch utterly delicious.

He abandoned the gentle approach and began to quickly fuck you with his fingers. The feeling of you squirm and moan against him had his cock(s) growing hard. “Does that feel good, human? Hm?”

You nodded your head quickly, and despite the pain in your leg, you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure that had your muscles taught in need.

“I can feel you tighten around me, your body is so honest.” His other hand slipped under your arm before grasping at your tits. Squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh.

“Kuna-!!” Your words were slurred as you continued to work your cunt like he knew it with his eyes closed.

Sukuna merely hummed in response, happy with simply watching you fall apart against him. He sighed in satisfaction when you finally came around his fingers, and he could feel how tight you squeezed.

“When you heal, I will claim you, and then you will be fully mine.” He murmured against your ear, a smug grin rose to his lips as you just whined in response, your body already growing tired. Eyes fluttering shut, in record time your breathing evened out and you’d fallen asleep against him.

“My weak little human.” He wrapped his arms around you in a protective hold, the feeling of finally having you in his arms was one he was rapidly growing fond of.

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𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘖𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘺. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳??

Warning: insecurities, when Gojo’s tipsy he’s an asshole, yada yada I’m sad so your gonna be sad, extreme dieting + weightloss, not good communication, maybe apart two? Only if yall want one tho. This is kinda ass.

You and Gojo were at a dinner party with some of your friends. You were dress up all pretty in a nice dress and Gojo was looking great as usual.

Gojo, bless his heart and his weak little alcohol tolerance had taken a few too many sips of your wine and was a hit tipsy at this point.

You were laughing at a joke one of your close friends had said to you, and you look up at Gojo, only to see him staring at another woman across the hall. Yes she was gorgeous, soft perfect skin, short but thick hair, a stunning figure…

‘Oh god.’ Your heart dropped down to your stomach, chest tightening but you forced yourself to stay calm. This could be a misunderstanding.

“Hey baby, what are you looking at?” You sweetly smile and gently put your hand on his forearm.

“Man she’s gorgeous…, this reminds me, have you put on some weight?” Gojo looked down at you, his eyes a little glazed over from the wine.

You and your best friend just froze. Your stomach began to ache and your throat began to burn as you held back tears. That is not something any woman would want to fucking hear.

Clenching your jaw, you simply smile, albeit a little shakily, “a little bit. Sorry.” You murmur.

Gojo just sighed and looked back over at the woman.

That’s how that night went. You just standing by his side all night trying to not cry because all he did was stare at that woman.

Even she was getting a little creeped out and left.

So when you got home, you stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wearing a pair of sleeping shorts, no top or bra on.

Your hands slowly slid over your stomach and gently squeezed your hips. You had an amazing figure, sure, you’d put on some weight but most of it just went to your ass and thighs. You’d thought you looked good, even Toji, the womanizer and brutally honest asshole said you looked fine as hell.

You went to bed beside Gojo but didn’t cuddle up against him, hell you hugged the edge. You didn’t want anyone to touch you, especially not after tonight’s events.

And you weren’t any better in the morning. Your heart ached and so did you insecurities. Hell new ones even began to peak back up.

In the morning, instead of walking around in your normal Gojo’s shirt + panties combo, you had a thick hoodie on and a pair of baggy sweats.

“Fuck, man I don’t know how you drink wine, my head is killing me.” Gojo groaned as he walked into the kitchen. “Wanna order breakfast?” He continued to speak as he reached into the fridge.

“Uh im not really hungry right now.” You awkwardly walked away from him. However as you sat down on the couch and stared at your feet, you decided, ‘maybe I should go to the gym. I’ve put on some happy weight, Gojo was right.’

So everyday at 3, you’d disappear. You did NOT want Gojo knowing you were going to the gym just because he made you feel insecure.

Along with going to the gym, you’d began to diet yourself pretty strictly. Strict enough to where you didn’t drink anything but water, and that included wine. Your favorite.

It was 3 o’clock, and on the dot you were at the door ready to leave. However, Gojo had stopped you this time. “Baby where are you going?”

“Uh, I have to run some errands.” Awkwardly you turned away from and grabbed your keys.

“I can come with you, we haven’t really hung out much… I mean we haven’t even binged a show w forever snacks in so long.” Gojo frowned, looking down at you with a glint of worry in his eyes.

“I’ve just been busy. You can have all the snacks you won’t tho babe, you look good no matter how much you eat.” You sighed through your nose, almost envious that he literally could eat anything and not get fat.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Gojo tried to grab your hips to pull you closer like he used to, but you pulled away.

“I have to get going Gojo.” And just like that, you left Gojo standing there confused as fuck wondering what happened. None the wiser that things he’d said previously was causing the relationship to slowly pull apart.

This carried on for a month or so. With strict workouts and diets, you dropped weight. A lot, surprisingly. But you still didn’t like how you looked. You wanted to look just like that woman from the party.

You wanted your boyfriend to only look at you, to think that you were perfect and not stare at other women, look at you, and then literally fucking sigh.

However, this had caused some strain on your relationship. You two hadn’t had sex in WEEKS. You were pent the fuck up, and he was definitely pent up.

Gojo is def the kind of guy that hates to jerk off because all he wants is to be inside you btw.

But along with sex, you two hardly had meals together. And when you did, he was really the only one eating. You’d always always ALWAYS eat before. You didn’t want to tell him why you were doing this and what you were doing it for.

But Gojo was tired of this and he missed his girlfriend.

You were almost out the door once again, at exactly 3 o’clock. But Gojo was quick to block you from the door and lean against it so you couldn’t open it.

“Wha- babe what are you doing? I have to go.” You looked at your boyfriend confused. Your normal clothes looked a little baggy on you now with the weight loss.

“Where are you going?” His voice was little more stern. His face serious as he stared down at you.

“Out for—“

“For errands? Yeah right. You leave and don’t bring anything back. So let me ask again, what are doing when you leave?” He crossed his arms, his gaze turning to a glare.

“It doesn’t fucking concern you, now please move.” You were getting frustrated. You were missing your appointment with the trainer you’d hired recently.

“No. Are you cheating on me?” Gojo demanded. His own chest aching and his throat burning. What would he even do if you said yes? Self destruct? Most definitely.

“What? No! Your insane. Babe, I love you, but I have to go or I’ll be late.” You tried to move past him but he was not having it. Especially not when your phone rang and you quickly tried to silence it. Gojo was quick to snatch it from you tho and answer it.

“Who the fuck is this?” He glared at you the whole time he spoke, his knuckles white with how tight his grip was on the device. You were scared he might even break it.

“This is the trainer from **** gym. I was calling to ask when (y/n) would be here. She is ten minutes late, just wanted to make sure she was on her way.” The man spoke from the other line.

Gojo’s angry expression turned to one that was confused. “The gym? You’re her trainer— this doesn’t matter. She’s not going to make it today. Bye.” He was quick to hang up and put your phone on the counter before looking at you. “Since when did you work out? And since when did you have a trainer?”

“Why does it matter?” You glared at Gojo, feeling embarrassed.

“Because we haven’t hung out like we used to in forever! You don’t eat with me, we don’t have sex— which is fine! You don’t let me hold you in bed, and you won’t tell me why! What did I do?” Gojo begged, his brows furrowed as he gently grabbed your hands in his.

“— and not only that, but baby you’ve been losing a lot of weight too- I just don’t understand why your changing these things. Please just explain it to me.”

“You-…” you just sighed before pulling away from Gojo and sitting on the couch. “Do you remember when we went to that party a few weeks back?”

“You mean the one from a month ago? I mean yeah I guess, I was pretty tipsy.” Gojo shrugged before sitting on the sofa across from you.

“Yeah… do you remember what you said?” You awkwardly try to jog his memory. You felt so uncomfortable. But this was weighing on you and seeing how desperate Gojo was made your heart ache.

“I—…” Gojo paused, his memory slowly coming to him.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮.

“𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴…, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?” 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Gojo’s face went pale. He stared at you for so long, long enough that you finally had to say something.

“Are you okay? Did- did you remember the woman?” Your heart broke a little more thinking that he had that expression because he remembered that gorgeous woman. Maybe he regretted not getting her number? Was he regretting your relationship? “Look, I need to go…” you murmured and got up, feeling dejected, rejected and so sick.

And even as you walked away, Gojo didn’t say anything. It was only until you’d even left that he blinked and started to say something, “baby, im so sorry- baby?” Standing up quickly, he looked around, only to notice your absence.

“Fuck!”

Should I do a part two? Idk I’m just sad rn. Y’all I want me a boyfriend- hell even a gf so baddd IM LONELYY 😭