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Haven't you had enough of gojo satoru ?
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The Book of Sukuna
From unwanted little wretch to king of curses
A cursed child marked for “disposal” is left at a shrine’s steps… what will become of him?
Start reading here!
1. “Boy” Chapter One: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
2. “Old Man” Chapter Two: Coming Soon!
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~°• hello! <3 I'm Aaheli who had dropped from the sky 24 years ago. I study psychology and like reading books. I'm from India. And i love eating food <3
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I love your new theme!!!
Aww, thank you!! <3
──── ℛ𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ₎ა ˙˖
ᘛ ꒰ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭
gojo satoru didn't love, he lusted. that's what the rumours said. and blissful, innocent you assumed better of your husband to be. arranged to marry— or perhaps doomed? your dream come true turned nightmare once you realise that your new husband; man of your dreams, despises you. and worse, that you'll do anything for his affection. including ruining your own innocence in a desperate endeavour for his attention in the only way you know how. . . lust.
ᝰ.☆ cws : arranged marriage :: unrequited love :: slow burn :: so much sex :: infidelity :: broken marriage :: loss of innocence :: pregnancy pressures :: duty vs love :: love vs lust :: violence :: abusive clans :: prostitution :: mean satoru :: sexism (not from satoru) :: side samurai!suguru x reader
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ prologue
chapter 01 : white sheets chapter 02 : red strings
chapter 03 : roses chapter 04 : rouge
chapter 05 : spilt wine chapter 06 : scarlet sheets
chapter 07 : pale heart chapter 08 : cherries
chapter 09 : ruby chapter 10 : bleeding heart
chapter 11 : thorns chapter 12 : red light
chapter 13 : scarlet letter chapter 14 : silk vein
chapter 15 : vermilion chapter 16 : stain
chapter 17 : dagger chapter 18 : porcelain
chapter 19 : beast's rose chapter 20 : red wedding
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ epilogue
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\( ᐖ)/ heianera!sukuna’s wife has been ignoring him, and he won’t have it
“Has she eaten?”
Uraume stands reverently at Sukuna’s side, flat gaze fixed ahead of them. “No, My lord. She has yet to leave her quarters.”
Sukuna grunts something under his breath, then dismisses his attendant who shuffles across the threshold of the lattice frame doors and disappears past the translucent sheets.
It’s quiet. Especially without your routine complaints or gossip of the shrine’s happenings. His breakfast tastes notably pungent this morning, the fisherman who refused to pay tribute at this month’s offering no longer as appetizing as he looked when he begged for mercy at Sukuna’s feet. Like a petulant child, he pushes his tray away from him and gathers his kimono to hoist himself up.
You haven’t said a word to him in three days. Any longer and the two of you might never speak again.
It’s juvenile—offering your Lord the cold shoulder like some inconsolable child. For fuck’s sake, he’s the strongest sorcerer in history. The undisputed King of Curses. Why is his attention anchored on a mere spiff? A lover’s quarrel?
No. He will sort this once and for all.
You’ve had enough time to sort out your emotions. The two of you will speak again today if he has a say in it. Which he does.
Promptly, he arrives outside your chambers. There’s not a sound coming from inside. For all he knows, you were assassinated in your sleep, stubborn and set on sleeping in separate rooms.
Malevolent shrine returns to its king in a shower of black sparks
your brother's hella' scary!
yuji’s older brother was terrifying — and no amount of yuji’s sunshine optimism could rebrand that fact.
“he’s a sweetheart, i swear!” yuji had told you once, flashing that bright, guileless grin of his. “he just looks intense. all bark, no bite.”
you had stared at him.
all bark? no bite?
the man looked like he’d chew your arm off, spit it onto the pavement, and then critique the flavor like you personally offended his palate.
you’d never actually had a conversation with him, not once. whenever you were over at yuji’s place with nobara and megumi, he was more of a presence than a participant. just shadow leaning against the kitchen counter, a tall silhouette passing through the hallway, the low timbre of his voice drifting from another room. you weren’t even sure he knew your name. you weren’t sure he’d ever looked at you long enough to register your existence....
and it wasn’t the piercings or the black-painted nails. not the tattoos curling along his arms like inked warnings that made him terrifying. those were… cool. unfairly cool, actually.
it was his demeanor.
the air shifted when he entered a room. he attracted attention without trying. people gravitated toward him on campus like moths to a flame they absolutely knew would burn. whispers followed him down hallways. eyes lingered. every girl you’d ever overheard in the cafeteria had dissected his features at least once: the sharp cut of his jaw, the slash of crimson in his eyes, the way his gaze felt like it could peel skin from bone if he focused it long enough.
and the hair.
that soft, pinkish shade that had no business looking so… cute?
you would’ve expected him to dye it black. something dramatic. something that matched the rest of him.
with all the stories yuji had told you about sukuna being some kind of hidden softie, you almost started to wonder if you were talking about the same person.
“i’m serious,” yuji had insisted one afternoon, sprawled across his bed while you sat cross-legged on the floor. “he just doesn’t show it to people.”
you raised a brow. “people? or you?”
yuji only grinned. “like that time in middle school, when those third years wouldn’t leave me alone.”
you remembered that story.
apparently, a group of older boys had cornered yuji behind the gym. and sukuna showed up, not because yuji called him but because as yuji says he has that 'older brother instinct'.
“he didn’t even touch them,” yuji had said proudly. “he just asked if they were done. they literally apologized. to me.”
you blinked at him. “that’s not sweet. that’s terrifying.”
“yeah, but he walked me home after,” yuji argued. “and he bought me ice cream. he pretended it was because he wanted some, but he doesn’t even like vanilla.”
you had rolled your eyes.
“and then,” yuji continued, undeterred, “there was that time i got sick before finals? like, really sick. i had a fever and everything.”
sukuna had skipped school to stay home. made soup from scratch. forced yuji to take medicine on schedule. sat at the edge of his bed the entire night because yuji kept shivering.
“he kept checking my temperature every hour,” yuji said, softer now. “and when i woke up in the morning, he was still there. he looked like shit, but he was still there.”
you snorted. “you’re telling me that grumpy, scowling man spoon-fed you soup?”
“he said if i didn’t eat he’d ‘pry my jaw open himself,’” yuji admitted. “but yeah. basically.”
and then there was the third story; the one yuji always told with a sheepish laugh.
“okay, and that one time,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “when i said i wanted to quit track.”
yuji had come home frustrated, convinced he wasn’t improving fast enough. sukuna had listened, actually listened, before flicking him in the forehead.
“you’re not a quitter,” he’d said bluntly. “you’re impatient.”
and then, the next morning, sukuna had shown up at the field at six a.m.
to train with him, in winter.
“he hates mornings,” yuji emphasized. “like, genuinely despises them. but he ran laps with me. every day. for three weeks.”
you had stared at him after that one, arms crossed.
all of it sounded… cute.
in theory.
but every time you saw sukuna in person leaning in a doorway with that bored, predatory gaze, black nails tapping against his phone, tattoos stretching when he crossed his arms; you simply could not reconcile the image.
you mean to tell me that man is a sweetheart?
nope, absolutely not.
yuji could keep his bedtime-story version of sukuna.
weekends at yuji’s had started to feel routine in the best way — shoes kicked off by the door, snacks scattered across the coffee table, textbooks open but rarely respected. the four of you rotated between pretending to study and actually getting distracted every five minutes.
today was supposed to be productive.
“i really don’t understand this term…” you muttered, pressing your fingers to your temples like you could physically massage the information into your brain. the words on the page blurred together, academic jargon twisting into nonsense the longer you stared at it.
megumi leaned closer, calm and patient as ever. he nudged your hand aside gently and pointed to the paragraph. “you’re overcomplicating it. don’t read it the way the book phrases it,” he said, voice low and steady. “explain it to yourself in simpler terms. what’s it actually trying to say?”
you frowned, listening as he reworded it, breaking the concept down piece by piece. he was good at this; making dense material sound almost manageable.
a loud groan shattered the fragile concentration.
“nerds,” nobara announced dramatically, flopping across the couch like a disgruntled cat. “stop being boring and play mario kart with us before i lose my mind.”
yuji popped up beside her, already holding two controllers, grin wide and mischievous. “c’mon, you’ve been staring at that page for like twenty minutes. that’s unhealthy.”
“i’m stuck on this chapter,” you argued, glancing helplessly at megumi as if he might shield you from temptation. “i can’t get my head around it— maybe later—”
“ughhh,” nobara dragged the sound out as if you’d personally offended her. “you have, what, four days until your exam? one game won’t kill you. relax a little.”
yuji wiggled a controller in your direction, teasing, sing-song. “you knooow you want to~”
you exhaled through your nose, already feeling your resolve crumble. “fine. one game,” you conceded, pushing yourself up and heading toward the couch.
nobara shot megumi a look. he didn’t even glance up from his book.
“i’ll pass,” he said simply, flipping a page.
“this,” nobara declared, pointing at him accusingly, “is why people don’t invite you to parties, megs.”
“pretty sure it’s because they’re afraid he’ll knock someone’s ass out,” you added dryly, settling into the couch.
“that too,” yuji agreed cheerfully.
megumi didn’t rise to it. “you three are enough chaos,” he murmured. “statistically, adding more variables would only worsen the outcome.”
“listen to him,” nobara scoffed. “he thinks we’re a science experiment.”
“you kind of are,” megumi replied without missing a beat.
you barely had time to laugh before a new voice slipped into the room.
“is that so?”
you turned.
sukuna was slouched against the doorway at first, then moving closer, folding himself over the back of the couch with lazy confidence. he wore a black tank top that clung to his frame, tattoos winding down his toned arms in sharp, deliberate lines. black-painted nails tapped idly against the couch fabric as crimson eyes flicked over the group.
and then, briefly, over you.
your spine went rigid.
“can i join?” he asked, though it didn’t really sound like a question. more like a challenge.
yuji lit up instantly,he held out a controller. “of course, big bro! get in here.”
sukuna took it without breaking eye contact with the screen. “don’t cry when you lose,” he said lazily, voice edged with amusement.
nobara straightened, competitive spark igniting. “please. more people for me to absolutely destroy.”
he huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. “confidence. i’ll enjoy crushing that.”
yuji grinned, already shifting over and patting the empty space beside him. “c’mon, sit here—”
but sukuna didn’t move toward yuji.
instead, he adjusted the controller in his hands and walked around the couch with unhurried steps... and then he was lowering himself onto the cushion beside you. very beside you, likeeeee close enough that his thigh pressed against yours the moment he settled.
holy fucking shit.
yuji blinked, then snickered deciding to turn to the screen and set up the game.
nobara’s eyes flicked between you and sukuna, interest sharpening, but she said nothing. just smirked knowingly and turned back to the screen.
and you?
you were suddenly hyperaware of everything.
the heat radiating off him. the faint scent of something clean but distinctly him. the way his black-painted nails contrasted against the bright plastic of the controller. he leaned back casually, spreading his legs without a second thought, broad shoulders relaxed, posture loose and claiming.
his knee brushed yours and stayed there.
you, meanwhile, were sitting ramrod straight, spine stiff like someone had slid a metal rod down your back. your hands gripped the controller a little too tightly, knuckles paling.
calm down! it’s just proximity.
“you always sit like that?” his voice murmured beside you, low enough that it didn’t carry to the others.
you swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “like what?”
“like you’re about to be executed.”
heat crawled up your neck. “i’m not.”
“hm.” his knee nudged yours lightly, “could’ve fooled me.”
you forced yourself to relax, or at least pretended to. sinking back into the couch by a fraction. it only made everything worze. his arm stretched along the back of the couch, fingers lazily draped just behind your shoulder. he occupied space like it belonged to him. you, meanwhile, felt like you were borrowing air.
the race began in a burst of color and sound, and nobara and yuji immediately fell into their usual chaos.
“don’t you dare— yuji!”
“i didn’t even touch you!”
“you absolutely did, you liar—”
but with sukuna added to the mix, the dynamic shifted fast. he wasn’t loud about it. didn’t whoop or gloat. he just… dominated.
sharp turns taken flawlessly. boosts timed perfectly. he drifted like he’d been born with a controller in his hand. within seconds he’d blown past both of them, leaving nobara spluttering in outrage.
“oh my god, are you serious right now?”
yuji shouted, “bro! stop targeting me!”
sukuna muttered something under his breath, low and dry. “if you can’t keep up, that’s not my problem.”
“that’s so messed up!” yuji laughed anyway.
you, on the other hand, were in last.
which was humiliating, because you were usually decent at this. but your focus was shot to hell. every time sukuna shifted beside you, every brush of fabric or skin, your brain short-circuited for half a second too long.
“you’re falling behind,” he commented mildly, eyes still on the screen.
“i can see that,” you muttered.
“hm.” there was amusement in the sound. “thought you were going to win.”
you gritted your teeth and focused.
second round.
you forced yourself to breathe, to tune everything else out. slowly, muscle memory kicked in and your turns sharpened and timing improved.
you overtook yuji.
“hey!” he protested. “since when are you good again?”
“always,” you shot back automatically.
up ahead, sukuna was still in first.
of course he was. then you saw the blue shell rotating in his item slot. his camera angle shifted briefly, panning behind him. fucking hell.
you braced yourself, already imagining the explosion, the inevitable humiliation of getting knocked out just as you caught up— and then he fired.
but not backward, rather foward.
the blue shell screamed ahead, locked onto nobara in first after she’d briefly stolen the lead during the chaos. it detonated spectacularly. “you absolute—!” she shrieked, cursing with impressive creativity as her character spun out.
and sukuna… slowed down? just slightly.
your character surged forward, overtaking him and claiming the first place over the finish line. “ha!” you shouted, adrenaline surging. “in your fucking face!”
without thinking you turned and pointed directly at sukuna, grin wide, triumphant and reckless.
the room went quiet for half a beat. ice-cold sweat slid down your spine.
for a split second, you were convinced you’d signed your own death warrant.
he looked up at you and met your wide, poorly-concealed panic with a slow raised brow. crimson eyes glinting with something unreadable.
and then he laughed.
not the arrogant, taunting laugh you expected. it slipped out of him unexpectedly, warm enough that he had to cough lightly into his fist to cover it, shoulders shifting with the motion. his eyes never left your face.
you were still pointing at him, still frozen in your little victory pose.
and now, staring back at him like a confused dog trying to process a new command, head tilting slightly to the side as if changing the angle might help you understand what was happening.
that only made him chuckle again, quieter this time.
“god,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “you’re adorable.”
your brain short-circuited. “…huh?”
before you could process it, he rose from the couch in one smooth motion. he unfolded to his full height in front of you, broad shoulders casting a faint shadow as he towered over where you still sat clutching the controller.
then he extended his hand. and you, brilliant genius that you were, shut your eyes, slightly flinching. it made him pause, a slight crease forming between his brows.
you felt fingers against your cheek.
warm.
calloused.
pinching?
your eyes flew open.
sukuna was standing there, expression unreadable except for the faint curve tugging at his mouth, his fingers gently squeezing your cheek and wiggling it side to side like you were something mildly amusing he’d picked up off a shelf.
“i said,” he repeated, voice low and almost thoughtful, “you’re adorable.”
you blinked at him.
he studied your stunned expression for half a second longer, then let out another quiet chuckle before releasing your cheek.
the spot tingled where he’d touched you. without another word, he turned and walked off, hands sliding into his pockets as casually as if he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of the room.
the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall.
silence swallowed the living room.
“huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?!” nobara’s shriek pierced the air like a siren.
𝖺/𝗇: this might be cringe it's like 1am (as always) © 𝙛𝙧𝙚4𝙠𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 — do not modify, repost without crediting, feed to ai, or plagiarise my work
You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you
Super fucked actually
Hoping to get fucked actually. 🤣
Oh, this is the kind of fuck I’m looking for, actually 😮💨😫
OMG, haha 😭😭😭 The 'actually's at the end are soo funny... Wait I'll just tag more fav authors of mine to join the trend-
@sweethearticism (I really hope you don't mind me tagging you. I just wanted you to join in)
@sashinemis (please, don't mind. This is my first time tagging so don't get upset)
@madamechrissy (pleaseeee)
@satoruined (ITS A NEED. PLEASE)
@satorus-princess (PLEASEEEE)
I'm not hoping for a response 🥲🥲😅 because this is my first time tagging blogs which I'm apparently too nervous to tag in...But i really hope a reply will come....❤️❤️❤️
You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you
Super fucked actually
Hoping to get fucked actually. 🤣
Oh, this is the kind of fuck I’m looking for, actually 😮💨😫
Satoru’s cock is dragging heavy on your tongue, the soft tip gliding against the roof of your mouth as Sukuna twitches inside you, you’re moaning and making Satoru more sensitive, eyes rolling back when Sukuna slams against your cervix so hard it hurts. You cum again, sending Sukuna and Satoru right with you, one flooding your throat, the other your messy cunt.
You’re so full of them you can hardly think, swallowing somehow sweet cum, as so much floods your hole, Sukuna’s other finger easing out of your ass with a pop, his cock gliding in and out and pushing into your cunt. “Fuck… takin’ it like that, such a good girl…”
“F-fuck…” Satoru’s stuttering, his hips bucking as you drain him, glides his cock right down your snug throat and feels it contracting, you suck every drop down eagerly. When he pulls back he exhales, kneeling and kissing your lips.
Satoru Gojo is kissing you.
Sukuna eases out with a wet, messy pop, gliding two fingers in the creamy mess he made and pulling you back, slipping his own release in your mouth. You suck them eagerly while Satoru kisses down your neck, exhaling and whispering your name in your ear, Sukuna does the same while you suck his fingers, glossy against those rough, calloused knuckles.
Your eyes meet Satoru’s carefully, still trembling and kneeling, his hands glide across your breasts almost worshipful with his movements, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You feel split into two pieces then – no you haven’t forgotten what he’s done, you don’t pretend to know who he is, but for a moment you see it – what could have been, what you could have felt.
It hurts more knowing there was something there.
Sukuna’s fingers leave your lips, now you have both men in your mouth, on your tastebuds – overwhelming you. You swallow nervously as Satoru kisses across your collarbones, one of your hands tentatively brushes his hair back, the other reaching back for Sukuna’s sure grip, feeling it wrap around your wrist.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she,” Sukuna says lovingly, even as he’s gruff, kissing across the back of your shoulders where you’re slick with sweat. “Too good for you.”
“She’s too good for you,” Satoru says, Sukuna raises a brow then smirks.
“Yeah, she is.” You go to protest when he nips your shoulder, your thighs and arms are trembling, his lips on your ear. “You’re all mine, even if I let you have him too. Mine, just mine, had you first, didn’t I? Came inside, I’ll fucking keep cummin’ inside you too.”
“Sukuna…” You trail off softly, sometimes his ruby eyes were insane, like right now, his huge hand cupping your face.
“You don’t get to fuck those other girls then come here and use her,” Satoru scoffs at that. “I’m serious, I won’t have her getting something off your slutty secretary.”
“I use condoms,” he admits quietly, looking at you now. “You certainly don’t – slutty don’t ya think?”
“Why would I use a condom when I can cum inside her?” Sukuna chuckles, the two men silently scowling at each other. “Besides, it’s only her I’m with.”
Only you.
It screams the truth – that Satoru is still actively fucking other women, and now you are with Sukuna, but Sukuna just gave you the opportunity to suck Satoru, he shared you even though he’d not have anyone. It means a lot to a girl who’s wracked with insecurities, leaving you to look at Satoru curiously.
“I’ll give you a moment, but just one.” He smacks your ass and grips either side, nuzzling your neck. “If you want one, brat.”
You nod shyly, turning to kiss him, tasting his cum right off his mouth, easing to kneel and feeling how sore you are. “Yes if you’re okay with it, Kuna.”
“Yeah well, let’s see if his dumb ass stops inviting messy sluts over,” you expect Satoru to lose his shit about that statement – but instead his gaze is fixed on you, and you can’t read those goddamn eyes.
Who even is your husband?
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this totally isn't part of dopamine ch 6
all I wanted was you
THE GOJO CINEMATIC UNIVERSE!
(indie's version)
...some of my best box office hits!
a selection of my gojo fics for your enjoyment! art from left to right is by @/to00fu @/aransmind @/thatsallitchief
CHOOSE YOUR ACTOR!
✰ only ones who know starring...SUPERVILLAIN!GOJO
✰ no. one party anthem starring...ROCKSTAR!GOJO
✰ snapshots starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ pick your player starring...CHRONICALLY ONLINE LOSER!GOJO
✰ snowed in starring...YETI!GOJO
✰ unnamed extra starring...PRINCE!GOJO
✰ true love waits starring...NERD!JO
✰ say you don't starring...ENTITY!GOJO
✰ the king's crown starring...EMPEROR!GOJO
✰ gender swapped + eating out starring...FEM!GOJO
✰ slimed starring...SLIME!GOJO
✰ prince charming starring...YANDERE!GOJO
✰ what's mine is yours (and what's yours is mine) starring...BODY SWAPPED!GOJO
✰ god complex starring...CULT LEADER!GOJO
✰ the aliens are cumming starring...ALIEN!GOJO
✰ dorky guys finish first starring...NERD!JO
✰ cut your heart in half starring...MAGICIAN!GOJO
✰ national anthem starring...PRESIDENT!GOJO
✰ divine dicking starring...PRIEST!GOJO
✰ sperm donor of the year starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ call me anything you want + two princes starring...NERD!JO + FRAT!JO
a/n: the way this isn't even half my gojo masterlist is lowk so funny to me it took everything in me not to add spider gojo on here lmfao. anywhoooo reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
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