Straows - Squiidei

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??😟…

Your phone died.

In which… you text him first but your phone died.

(My first smau 😔)

Wait I had a stroke trying to do this shit. I think I might stick w just writing bc holy fucking shit. Also I’ll die on this hill Gojo would start tweaking.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 + 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹… ME! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰.

You had a big ass. There was no denying it. I mean you had the pear body shape n everything. And Gojo Satoru, loved it.

He’s got you bent over the couch arm, your tits pressed against the cushion and your hips propped up by the arm rest, you back arched down perfectly.

And Gojo was fucking you like he hated you. And you’d think he did if it wasn’t for him moaning and whining and whimpering, “oh f-fuck- baby I love you sooo much,” he’d only fuck you deeper, squeezing the fat of your hips as he angled his hips down and fucked up into you, “ain’t never let- mmn- letting you leave me.”

He’d groan and lean over you pressing bites, kisses, and hickies all down your spine and your shoulders. All while his hands would be kneading and spreading your ass. Practically foaming at the mouth as he watched it recoil.

You’d be moaning under him, nails digging into the couch. Even if you tried to close your mouth to hide your moans or stuff your face into the couch, your puss was loud enough for the both of you.

You were so wet, practically dripping. No resistance, not even with how tight you squeezed around him. It had Gojo’s hips stuttering and a moan breaking through his clenched jaw.

“Don’t squeeze me like- fuck baby, it’s not fair.” He whined, his cock throbbing inside of you as he grabbed your shoulder and began to slam into you. Absolutely wrecking you. His tip might as well been breaking the wall of your cervix.

Even the couch was moving, you would’ve laugh because it almost shot forward if not for his hands grip on your hip.

“Where do you want it, pretty?” He’d have to squeeze his eyes shut to wait for your reply.

If you wanted him to not cum inside, that’s fine. He’s pulling out and slipping his cock between your thighs, and sliding through your folds. His cock head would nudge your clit each thrust, sometimes he’d accidentally slip inside.

If you wanted him to cum inside you? Oh lord. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing your ass, and when he cums the sluttiest little whines and whimpers are coming out his mouth.

And he won’t pull out, no no, he’s fucking his cum deep inside you. Murmuring and whining about how sexy you’d be pregnant. Round with his kid.

But enough of that.

You’re at the beach. It’s hot. You have a twisted tea in your hand and a little bottle of Jack Daniel’s. You bite into the bottom of the can, crack it open then put the bottle in the bottom so as you shot gun it your getting the Jack Daniel’s and the twisted tea.

You’re wearing two piece bathing suit. The top makes your tits sit perfectly and the bottom is honest to got just a spruced up elastic thong. Your skin was warm and you’d worked up a nice tan.

Your boyfriend was hiding under the umbrella cause his pale ass can’t tan for SHIT. He just burns and when he does he whines for DAYS.

But he’s sat back in a chair, practically fucking salivating that his boo with a booty is chugging down that atrocious blend of alcohol. He’s hard. Like rock hard. Like he’s already leaking through the tip.

So, his Victorian child pale ass walks out from under the umbrella, grabs a chilled bottle of Tito’s before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Toru! What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder, only to see his hands squeezing your ass before slapping it, making you squeal. “We are in public!”

“Can’t help it baby, you know what this bathing suit does to me.” He grinned before walking back up to the little condo hotel thing y’all had rented by the beach. He sat you down on kitchen table, and opened the Tito’s before tilting his head back and chugging it down. His throat was on FIRE but he wanted to impress you.

You could only stare at him, knowing damn well he might throw up. But he doesn’t and that surprises you. Especially when you watch the vodka drip down his chin, chest and to his v line.

Thighs clenching, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Hey babe?”

Gojo puts down the bottle and coughs up a STORM. But finally looks down at you, feeling buzzed as fuck.

“Wanna have drunk consentual sex?” You tilted your head with a grin, leaning back a little on the table.

Gojo’s grin matched yours before he nodded. “Mmhm.” He lifted the bottle and guided it to your lips.

Well, let’s just say the hang over was awful but the sex was great. 🤷‍♀️

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Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛

Highschool

—random Drabble with you, Larry and Sal at school.

Tw: mentions of underage drinking and drug use.

Putting your books away with a sigh, you let your head drop roughly against the desk. A loud enough noise that even Travis shot you a glare.

Class was boring. Like really boring. Like so boring you even watched Sal draw weird little triangle head people beef with square heads then die in a big scribble hole.

You didn’t study for the test— of course you didn’t. You never did, always preferred to spend your evenings at Larry’s place or Sal’s if he wasn’t already at Larry’s. You were a good test taker, didn’t need to study, just semi listened and managed to make good grades. An average A, B student.

Larry would always look over with that stupid ‘I don’t know what the fuck just happened’ and you’d just shrug with a smile. Just to have your test handed back to you with a 86. And oh he’d glare you and poke your rib with his middle finger.

You were the type of student to slack off, smoke pot and drink shitty beer on the weekends with your friends.

Your future was empty except for your knack at piercing. You’d given Larry a piercing on his left ear— he’d gone on some long ass rant about how the right ear is the gay ear and he needed to at least kiss a girl before college— seeing as this would be your senior year.

You pierced Ashley’s nose piercing, as well as her naval but you’d made her cough up a $20 for that.

“Use both eyes, freak.” Travis sneered, that ugly look on his face directed at you.

You’d zoned out but his comment was enough to get you to lock back into life. “You kiss your daddy with that mouth?” You’d stolen it from Sal, who only rolled his eyes behind his prosthetic as he stood up.

“You little bitch!” Travis stood up, about to charge up to you but Larry stood in front of you.

He’d gotten taller and started working out more, which was a bonus in so many ways because now Travis was backing up like a little bitch and grumbling as he walked out.

“Never stop working out.” You patted Larry’s shoulder, before slinging your bag over your shoulders.

“It’s cuz I’m so hot right?” Larry wiggled his brows but just sighed when you pinched his nose, before promptly pushing you away by your forehead. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m gonna crawl into your skin.”

“Just kill me now.”

“We’re missing lunch. Come on,” Sal groaned, almost as loud as his stomach.

“It’s bologna day.” Larry rose a brow at Sal.

“Let’s just eat outside.” Sal was quick to pull a 180 and walk out the doors of the school. Leaving the two of you in two.

“Hey so good news, I’m getting a car.” You dropped out of no where as the three of you sat down on the half empty school parking lot.

“What? What kind? And can you drive us?” Sal was immediately asking, eyeing you down like the solution to all his problems.

“Let me rephrase, I got the car, and drove myself here today. It’s right there.” Pointing to the shitty, beat down Chevy truck. The red paint scuffed and scratched— bumper hardly hanging on.

“Wow. What a shit box.” Larry deadpanned, just to sigh, stand up and walk to said shitbox, opening the door, immediately the inside of the door smacked against the ground, and he just side eyed you.

“What? We can fix it up. You two are men. Do your man stuff.” You waved them off before standing as well and stretching, “sooo let’s skip?”

“This is why we’re friends.” Sal walked to the backseat and slid in, situating himself so he was sat in the middle of the two front seats so he could see.

“Your not even gonna try to get front seat?” Larry eyed him from the side.

“No. If she wrecks I’m gonna be the safest.” He shrugged and leaned back against the seat.

“Wait, shit, let’s swit-“

“Sit your ass down.” You huffed and forced him into the car before getting into the drivers side. You had to wait a while before actually cranking it all the way, the whole process was sad.

“It’s totally gonna break down on the highway.” Sal sighed.

“He’s not an it. He’s a David.” You corrected before pulling out of the parking lot.

“David? You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Sal reached forward and changed the radio station.

“I’ll shit on you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Too late.”

“Children.” Larry buckled up immediately when you slammed on the breaks just to smash the gas peddle to gap some mom van. His hand on the oh shit bar.

“I’m so powerful. I could like pit maneuver whoever I wanted.” You drive with your knee, and rolled down the window with the window crank.

“Let me out. Wait. No. Please.” Sal’s voice was sarcastic as he pawed at the window.

“Your putting marks on my window, stop it you rat.” You reached back blindly and tried to slap his hand away but he just held you by the hand.

“Marks are the least you should worry about with this vehicle.” Sal and Larry snickered.

“Assholes.” You sighed.

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