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dark content 18+

[sevengeance]

SEVENGEANCE. 18+

ABOUT— 23. she/her.

CONTENTS— nsfw. female!reader x gojo. angst. cheating. cucking/cuckquean. cnc/dubcon. dark content.

NOTE— i mostly write cheater!gojo or cuckquean!reader.

INBOX— rules.

you can send requests, but i may or may not write them

do not send long and detailed requests

do not ask for revenge against gojo because i’m not writing it

thirsts are welcome

no i don’t think gojo would actually cheat in canon

MASTERLISTS— satoru gojo. misc. cuckquean/cheating recs.

minors do not interact.

updated 5/25/26

[pervile]

CW DUBCON SPIT AGE GAP TEACHER STUDENT RELATIONSHIP SLAPPING BALL SUCKING

four fingers come down harsh on your cheek, your professor glaring down at you disapprovingly. the scars along his left side should've told you all you needed to know about him; the eye patch only added another layer to what he'd been through. he was rough inside and out, violent and mean and downright nasty.

professor nanami had no time to think about anyone other than himself. an infamously tough professor, he'd only chosen education as a career around his 50th birthday when he was supposed to 'settle down'. he was thankful that a college would even hire him with his looks and personality—the other things he did during his tenure were just a bonus.

a violent gag erupts from you around the head of his cock, hands tapping his thighs to tell him to let you go, but he chooses otherwise. he likes how repulsed you are by this, by him, and he looks forward to how much you'll hate yourself after it's over.

you are unfortunately his favorite type of person to pick on—bright students who've never had a challenge until his class. girls who look at the world with big eyes and optimism because they don't know the reality of how fucked so many people around them are. he likes to toy with girls like you. sick fuck.

he found it humorous how you'd desperately shown up to his office, the only person brave enough to do so, asking how to improve your grade before the semester ended. he couldn't gauge how you'd feel about his request—with some of his former students feigning disgust to some who didn't think twice about sucking his cock, dropping to their knees and begging pretty please, dont let me fail. however, if god has graced with the ability to keep his job this long despite his digusting habits, why would he get fired now?

globs of spit stain nanami's slacks and the leather desk chair below him, all from the desperate student he has in front of him, choking on his cock. nothing feels better than a tight throat and a sensitive gag reflex to him, he basks in how fucking gross he can make others. spit and snot and tears galore stain his lap and your face, scarred palm and fingers pressing down on the crown of your head, another wet retch leaving your throat, vibrating against his shaft.

black spots go in and out of your vision from the abuse your head has taken, you can't remember the last time he'd let you up for air, or to give you a break. you are dizzy and disoriented, only focused on breathing through your nose even though it burns, and your jaw aches so terribly it feels like it may rip in half.

he likes the struggle he puts you through, how your fingernails dig into his thighs, scratching against the cheap material of his slacks. nanami wonders if you'll be able to rip through them, since you certainly have the spirit—but with his dick shoved down your esophagus and his hand on the back of your head, your strength is being used elsewhere.

another sickly heave expels from you, sounding as if you're about to leave your lunch all over your professor's carpet—only then does he ease up on his hold. drops of saliva and precum and salty tears get coughed right onto nanami's crotch, covering the bottom of his button up and his dick in more of a mess. you're only allowed to catch your breath for a few seconds before his hand curls around the back of your head, pulling you back towards him, forcing you to kiss the hairy patch below his cock.

"suck."

deep, heaving breaths are all that nanami's met with, hot and humid against his balls but still lacking what he wants. his other hand goes back to the crown of your head, fingertips digging in and pushing you further against him, nose and mouth shoved into his ballsack, cutting off your airways until you do as he says.

"i said suck," nanami gruffly demands, finding sick pleasure in the way your eyes widen at him in terror, horrified of doing this for another thirty minutes. your lips finally open up and you begin to barely suckle at his balls, not nearly enough for his liking. rough knuckles grip at the hair on top of your head, pulling you back from between your professor's thighs for a moment, and a sharp smack rings through the room.

your first instinct is to cup your cheek, skin stinging from his backhand, your jaw dropping wide in surprise. when you attempt to pull from his grip, he shoves your face right back in between his legs, hoping your shocked expression can aid you in getting him off.

"fucking suck," he commands, not asking or pleading, but forcing, finishing off his demand by grumbling, "stupid bitch."

your face is partially covered by his cock, your mouth shoved against his sack—it's the prettiest you've looked so far, he'll give you that. a nasty groan leaves his throat when you begin to actually suck his balls, tongue running over the displeasing texture of his pubic hair and the soft skin beneath it. fucking finally.

"yeah," he groans, the sound coming from deep within in chest, neck bending as he lets his head fall back against his chair.

he can feel how slick he is between his legs, how little friction is against your mouth and your cheeks, and he loves it all—truly a disgusting display from someone who had such a big future ahead of her. he looks down at your pathetic expression, eyes glossy and wet and drained from all that he's put you through today, little sniffles and sobs muffled because your mouth is too busy pleasuring him.

all that hard work has only led you to the carpet of your professor's office, gargling his balls in hopes of a good grade.

that thought does him in, ropes of thin cum slowly flowing from his tip as he keeps your mouth tucked against his balls. he makes you stay there for a good while, too, letting his release get in your hair and all over your forehead. there's great enjoyment in the fact that you never stop sucking, either, keeping his nutsack nestled between your lips.

when he finally releases his grip and lets you go, he tries to get a good look at your face, tries to force you to look at him in the eye. he sees your lip quivering, sobs threatening to leave your throat, beaten down and bullied so badly there's no longer a twinkle in your eye. soon, you're running out of his office—messy face and all—somewhere that you hope he'll never be able to see you again at.

nanami wonders how disappointed you'll be in a few weeks when you check your final grades and see that you've failed his class again, and how upset you'll be because you have to take his lecture one more time. next semester, though, he'll teach you how to do something more useful with your free time instead of studying.

[sevengeance]

my thoughts on gojo’s sexuality and relationships that nobody asked for:

he’s bisexual

he loves it when people fawn over him and compliment him. he let miwa take a selfie with him and he was eating up the attention from the schoolgirls in hidden inventory. born for shoujo romance, forced to battle shonen. i think he would definitely engage in friendly flirting and banter, if he was single.

he has been in love with geto the whole time. maybe they dated during school or maybe they didn’t, but gojo definitely pined over him from hidden inventory arc, and all the way until he died. he recognized geto by scent, “my six eyes tells me you’re suguru geto, but my soul knows otherwise,” his last words to geto being 3 words in english, censored, and made geto blush. he literally let geto walk away, didn’t want to kill him, picked geto’s death anniversary for the final battle, to which kenjaku said would be a ‘romantic’ date.

i don’t think gojo had any other serious relationships and i don’t think he wanted to, not even just because of geto. he’s a workaholic. his whole life, day to day, revolved around being a jujutsu sorcerer because he was the strongest and because he wanted to make a change via teaching his students. so a) i don’t think he ever cared about someone romantically as he did geto, b) i don’t think he had the time, and c) i think he knew he would always have to prioritize his job over a romantic partner 😔 after hidden inventory, he either occasionally met and hooked up with geto or he had other casual one night stands just to satisfy any needs he may have had (i like to think it’s the former).

he’s loyal as fuck. he would never cheat. i write it because i want to, not because i think it’s in character for him.

[sevengeance]

thinking about being gojo’s second wife and finding out you remind him of his late wife…

[sugurusbeloved]

MDNI

when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark.

but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.

and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.

the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound him at all.

“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”

his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy and loud—schlick, schlick, schlick.

he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnhm!—if i just had the chance...”

his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.

disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.

but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad–fuck, i’d worship you, i'd never stop—”

he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is humiliating, a high and euphoric whine. his thighs shake.

cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock still twitching violently.

“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.

when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.

and you’re still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.

oh god, he is so fucked.

[whatsernamekei]

streamer!gojo who drags you into his lap whenever you enter his gaming room without knowing he’s streaming, bragging about you to his live as he keeps you pressed against his chest, kissing your cheeks and embarrassing you.

"We’ve been together for a few years now, can’t wait to marry my pretty baby." He chimed before pecking your lips, your face flushed before the camera.

streamer!gojo who loves it when you go down on him while he’s streams, his hand fisting in your hair and his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip to hide his groans, and when his chat questioned it, he just said it’s cause he’s ‘focused.’ (focused my ass)

streamer!gojo who will take his rage out on you by fingering you senselessly, his middle and ring finger thrusting in and out of you as he mutters swears under his breath, mumbling about his recent play on his stream.

"That last play was rigged, I totally had that guy." He angrily mumbled before pulling his fingers out and licking them, tasting your wetness across his fingers.

"Tastes so sweet baby." He chimed, pressing kisses to your clit.

streamer!gojo who lets you rest in his lap while he streams, occasionally muttering sweet nothings into your ear, his chat going insane over the way he treats you.

"Isn’t she just the cutest, I’m so fuckin’ lucky." He mumbled, kissing the spot below your ear before his hands continued on the keyboard in front of him.

streamer!gojo who once let you cockwarm him while he was on live, his hips slowly rocking against your ass while he played, free hand on your thigh.

but it was all over once the chat had found out, and his live got shut down that night.

"Fuck man, it’s not like we showed anything.." he muttered, but it was just your light, little moans that you tried keeping in your mouth

[sevengeance]

me writing cheater!gojo: 😝😈😇

me reading cheater!gojo: i will kill him and then myself

[joemama-2]

tags/warnings: cheater! gojo. hurt/no comfort. reader doesn’t leave. mentions of sex and suggestive content. dividers by @/cafekitsune.

wc: 795

It’s too late to recall the moment your relationship with Gojo Satoru took a turn for the worst.

All you remember is the first few instances. He came home late—way later than usual. No texts in advance, not even a call. And when he stripped himself bare to crawl into bed beside you, that’s when you saw it.

Thick, long streaks of red scraped down his back.

Scratches.

But how the hell would he have scratches?

He said it was a curse. And you—stupidly in love—believed him.

Another day when you hugged him, he didn’t smell like his usual self. Gone was the smell of fresh laundry, that hint of floral. Maybe even some sandalwood and incense that usually brought you such serenity.

No. He smelled of gourmand. Like a marshmallow wrapped under a thick-knitted blanket of vanilla.

He said it was the bakery he went to on his lunch break.

You believed him. Again.

He began turning his phone face-down, his kisses wouldn’t linger as long as they used to, and his touches started feeling like lies staining your skin.

Even after all the incriminating evidence, the loyalty that was slowly being diminished night after night, you stayed.

You cooked his meals, you helped clean up around the house like normal, you’d go to work like you weren’t completely sick to your stomach for eight hours straight, anxiously checking your phone.

Because at the end of the day, when it was late at night and he would finally come home…you’d let him back in. Time and time again.

You let him crawl into the bed wordlessly—pressing yourself into the shape of a woman he used to want. You’d let him hold you like you’re enough. And you’d pretend you don’t hear him whisper the wrong name in the dark.

He doesn’t question when you cry during sex. He wipes your tears after he’s finishing spilling inside of you, cleaning you up with delicacy before muttering: “It’s late. Go to sleep.”

You tell yourself this is power. That staying is strength. But your heart aches in a language you can’t speak aloud.

No matter what you do, you’ve already lost him—and yourself in the process.

You thought about packing a bag. Just once.

But then the water shuts off. And his voice—gentle, practiced—calls out, “You still up, babe?”

And like a fucking fool, you say, “Yeah.”

You always do.

While he gives the best parts of himself to another, he still keeps you here. Either draped over his arm in public or folded up in bed at night.

You don’t cry when he leaves the house in the same clothes he wore the day before.

Instead, you perform.

You smile when his friends come over. You laugh when they joke about how lucky he is to have a woman like you. You clean up the messes—his and your own—because what else is there to do?

You’ve forgotten how to be someone outside of his orbit.

All you do is talk to yourself more. In the grocery aisles, picking his favorite brand of coffee that he doesn’t even drink at home anymore. Or in the elevator, looking at yourself in the reflection of the doors, bracing yourself for what heartbreak you’ll walk into next.

Practicing lines that you know you can never say.

“Who is she?”

“Do you love her?”

“When did I stop being enough?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I thought you loved me.”

The doors ding open before you could ever come up with anything else to confront him with.

Slugging your body to your shared apartment, eyes hollow and feet heavy. You insert the key into the door and open it.

The first thing you smell?

Marshmallows wrapped in vanilla.

Your stomach drops, incredibly so. Your body runs cold and shivers spike up your spine so quick it almost scares you as much as the scene in front of you.

“Oh, hi! You must be his girlfriend!”

What might sound like a cheery voice to others sounds like nails on a chalkboard for you. You locate a smiling face, bright eyes. Next are her pink lips, long and luscious hair, followed by her slim figure.

Standing beside her?

Your boyfriend. Adjusting his belt.

His grin almost makes you see white, his hug next has your ears ringing.

“This is my friend,” he introduces. “Say hi.”

Your fingers tremble by your sides, physically enduring the crushing weight of it all. Your throat constricts tightly, a familiar stinging sensation behind your eyes. Your heart begins to beat rapidly and it almost feels like you’re about to die.

But in the end…what do you do?

You force an uneven, but as much of a polite smile as you can offer.

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

a/n: and if i say ill turn this into a full fic, what then?? what happens then?? huh??? hmmmm??? 😾 (tagging my moot @lily-bisque 😜)

also including my favorite comment @redrrem left on this while reading through 😭😭😭

[joemama-2]

contains: stepdad! gojo, pervy + mildly dark content, tw: stepcest

stepdad! gojo who first meets you at a dinner your mom arranged. sitting pretty by her side, polite and shy, but still regarding him as an intruder.

stepdad! gojo who doesn’t wait too long to move into your house. two toothbrushes turned into three, the toilet seat would now be left up from time to time, and no longer being able to walk around in a shirt with nothing under it but panties.

stepdad! gojo whose cock he feels twitch in his pants when you flinch and scoot closer to him after another jumpscare of the horror movie you’re watching.

stepdad! gojo who expertly hides his longing gazes, filthy stares behind his glasses or when your mom’s not looking.

stepdad! gojo takes a few of your panties from the laundry basket without you knowing.

stepdad! gojo who rubs a few out in the shower to the thought of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. or pretending he’s using the bathroom right after you do, only to let the hot steam of your bath cling to his skin, invading his nostrils, all the while jerking off.

stepdad! gojo who imagines it’s you sucking his dick instead of your mom.

stepdad! gojo who finally makes the first move when your mom’s at work. trapping your body between the kitchen counter and his chest, large hands greedily feeling for every curve.

you squeal and try to push him away, yelling out “what are you doing?!”

he let you go, smiling and coyly apologizing. coming up with an excuse that he’s been sleep deprived and thought you were your mom.

you stomped upstairs, all the while eyeing him like he was a villain.

at least you know.

stepdad! gojo who slips into your room in the dead of night to pry your thighs open and finger your hole like it’s some sort of interesting artifact. you didn’t even wear panties.

“slutty,” he whispered in your ear, followed by two lengthy fingers plunging in.

stepdad! gojo who purposefully leaves the bathroom door cracked open when he’s towel-drying himself off, waiting to see if you’ll sneak a glance. when you do, he smirks knowingly, cock heavy and dripping.

stepdad! gojo who gets hard when you call him “Satoru” instead of “Dad.” the way your tongue flicks on that name? makes him think about how you’d sound choking on his length.

stepdad! gojo who fingers your panties when no one’s home, rubbing his cock between the soft cotton until he cums all over them—then folds them back into your drawer like nothing happened.

stepdad! gojo who stops knocking when he enters your room, catching you in compromising positions on purpose. and when he sees you with your fingers between your thighs, he just chuckles and says,

“need help, baby? daddy’s better with his hands.”

you scream and slam the door on him.

stepdad! gojo who “accidentally” leaves a bottle of lube and a thick toy in your top drawer—then waits for the moment you use it, ear pressed against your door late at night, stroking his cock to the soft whimpers spilling from your throat.

stepdad! gojo who starts testing how far he can go. Late-night back rubs turn into his hands dipping under your shorts, breath hot in your ear as he whispers,

“just helping you relax, angel. that’s what daddies do.”

stepdad! gojo who sets up hidden cameras in your room. he watches you undress at night, fingers sliding between your legs, and he cums all over himself before the video even ends. then watches again. and again.

stepdad! gojo who starts leaving your door open after late-night visits. letting you wake up soaked, stretched, aching—with no proof it wasn’t a dream… except the soreness between your thighs and the faint scent of him on your sheets.

stepdad! gojo who’s finally had enough of holding back when he comes home early one day from work. the first thing that welcomes him is an unfamiliar pair of men’s shoes by the door. then moaning. loud, loud moaning. and your bed creaking from upstairs.

stepdad! gojo who drops his keys the moment he hears it—your moaning. raw, breathy, desperate. it shoots straight to his cock. but then he hears another voice. male. and that’s when the heat flooding his body turns feral.

He doesn’t call out. Doesn’t ask questions. Just slowly climbs the stairs like a predator tracking prey, each step deliberate. Controlled.

And when he reaches your bedroom, he finds the door slightly ajar—and you, bent over the side of the bed, skin flushed, face pressed into the sheets while some pathetic boy fucks you from behind, his rhythm sloppy and fast.

Gojo’s jaw clenches.

He watches for a few seconds, silently. Unblinking. His cock throbbing with fury and something worse—jealousy.

The boy doesn’t notice him until it’s too late. A sharp, heavy bang echoes through the room as Gojo kicks the door open. You gasp, twisting to look, eyes wide and frantic.

“Out,” Gojo says, voice cold, unreadable.

The boy freezes mid-thrust, like a deer caught in headlights, stammering, scrambling to pull his pants up with trembling hands. You try to speak—try to cover yourself with the sheets—but Gojo’s stare pins you in place.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he says again, voice low, deadly calm.

The guy bolts, practically tripping over his own shoes on the way out. The door slams shut behind him, and now it’s just you and him. The silence is suffocating. Your breath is still heaving, cheeks burning with shame, but your thighs are wet, sticky, still trembling.

Gojo doesn’t say anything at first. He just stands there, watching you.

His tie is loosened. His hair is messy. His chest rises and falls slowly, too slowly for how unhinged his eyes look.

Then he moves.

One slow step. Then another. Until he’s standing at the edge of your bed.

“You let that little fuck touch you?” he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous. “Let him use what’s mine?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. Doesn’t want an answer. He grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed until your ass is hanging off the edge.

Your gasp turns into a strangled moan when he slaps your pussy, already slick and twitching.

“You’re dripping,” he growls. “Pathetic little slut… liked being wrongfully fucked, don’t you?”

You shake your head—but your body betrays you. You’re soaking. Throbbing.

Gojo grins, slow and wide and cruel.

“Too fucking late. You wanted to act grown? Then Daddy’s gonna fuck you like you are.”

[gnabisms]

GET HER BACK.ᐟ ─ featuring. satoru gojo

synopsis. satoru gojo had messed up once and you being the angel you are, forgave him. but when he messed up again, you refused to let him back in, even if you missed him

content warnings. cheating cheating cheating, satosugu, satoru is a huge ass player, usage of yn, cursing, frat boys and frat parties (🤮), toxic relationship, hurt/no comfort

author’s note. the people yearned for this so the people get what they want!!!! it was about time someone wrote a hurt no comfort fic and that person is gonna be me because its so hard to find a hurt/no comfort fic. also, comment to be added on taglist!!!

prologue. cold hearted girl

chapter one. i’ll leave without a trace

chapter two. boys don’t cry

chapter three. is it too much to ask?

chapter four. we hug now

chapter five. your best American girl

chapter six (finale). i know the end

@gnabisms © ─ 2026 don’t repost or steal or translate on any platform without my permission. absolutely don’t use to train to AI or feed to AI chatbots.

taglist. @bigtrashland @mocassora @nxutella

[sukunastears]

Catching a Cheater Series Part One: Toji Fushiguro

coming home after a long day of being at work and catching your boyfriend of 3 years shirtless practically almost naked , on top of another girl on your couch was definitely not on your bingo list.

they didn’t notice you at first , they were to busy swallowing each other’s faces. you dropped everything in hand. your phone , house keys , purse , and your water up. your face was red with pure anger and disgust. you stood there for a second just waiting to see if one of them would at least glance at you. but they didn’t.

‘what the fuck fushiguro.’ your voice was filled with so much disgust. how could he fucking do this to me. your mind raced with so many thoughts.

the both of them froze in horror.

toji slowly stood up , his broad body blocking the unknown female. ‘babe- babe , i-i- i swear this isn’t what it looks like.’

the fucking audacity of this man.

‘excuse me? it looks like my whore of a boyfriend is to busy swallowing this random’s face off.’ you scoffed.

the unknown girl took toji’s shirt to cover her face and she quickly grabbed all her belongings off of your coffee table and tried to book it out of the tension filled room.

‘ohhhh fuck no girl. i think the fuck not.’ you stopped her out of her tracks. you weren’t going to blame her. she probably didn’t even know. but if she did. oh she was going to get her ass beat.

‘look i didn’t even know he had a girfriendl. he told me he was single.’ the unknown girl said before she ran out the door.

coward. but honestly you weren’t gonna blame her.

toji stood there silent as ever. rubbing his crocodile tears off his face.

‘oh fuck me. why the fuck are you crying fushiguro.’ you rolled your eyes , crossing your arms. you were surprised you weren’t crying. the adrenaline rush was a good thing right now.

‘baby don’t call me that.’ toji cried as he tried to come closer to you. you held your hand up as if you were in a fight with a sick person. you technically were but hey.

‘get out of my apartment fushiguro.’ you demanded toji who was still crying crocodile tears. ‘now.’

‘y/n i will do anything to fix this. please baby.’ you couldn’t help but laugh at this situation.

‘get the fuck out toji. please. i don’t feel like doing this shit right now. get out.’ you sighed , you were wore out from everything, you needed some alone time.

he did his walk of shame to the front door. he dramatically turned around before he opened the door. ‘y/n please don’t do this.’

‘toji actually get the fuck out. you can get your shit downstairs’ you pointed to the door , hoping the door really hit his ass on his way out.

toji shamefully walked out your door , with his head down. sobbing down the hallway. what a shame.

three fucking years down the drain.

that’s what hurt you more. not of the fact toji cheated. it’s the fact you wasted all these years with someone who was willing to throw it all away for sex.

you spent the next hour throwing all his stuff out the balcony. toji stood there with embarrassment flowing through his veins picking up all his stuff. neighbors recording everything going down.

you finally finished getting rid of toji’s belongings , you shut the sliding door before sliding down against the glass.

‘fuck him. i don’t need a man.’ you whispered to yourself as you wiped your tears away. this would be the last time you’d cry over a man.

you lived on too be so successful. you finally got the lavish life you deserved.

[sevengeance]

can’t stop thinking about hot summer days omg when do you think you’ll post the next chapter ? no pressure !!

honestly, i’m not sure… the first two chapters were already written before i posted. i have 1.5k words of chapter 3 done so far but i’m not satisfied with it 😞

sneak peek ;)

When Gojo’s hands grip your waist tighter, you make your decision; you’re going to be drunk and stupid and let yourself think of Geto. Just this once. And then you’ll go back to being Gojo’s perfect girlfriend.

[gospelica]

👙 again, i hope you know that ever since ur og post of cheater!nanami i haven’t stopped thinking about it and fantasizing about him. god to absolutely ravage his morals would heal something inside me.

like i imagine his wife coming home, watching through the crack in the door as he all but fucks you into the mattress, begging to breed you (i love myself a bit of a sub), locking eyes with her as his big cock fills you so full. and then having her get on her knees and eat the cum out ): “hurry, you wouldn’t want your husband getting me pregnant now would you?”

(is this over the top? maybe. but cum swapping/eating has been on my twitter tl like a mf)

cw cheating

omg... my twt has been so dry lately i need to swap with u :( actually i get a lot of femdom on it now bc i send them to my bf as a joke for if he doesnt do the dishes im gonna cock and ball torture him :/ lolol

this.... is SO HOTTTTTT i can imagine his wifey is sooo torn because she just saw ken fuck u like he's never fucked her! shes hurt but also oddly turned on and when you invite her in and order her to clean up she cant help but oblige :( ken is probably red in the face too he's flustered because oh no he's been caught! but also ur a little minx and he's suddenly hard again seeing just how much you like the fact that his wife knows about his split in attention..... <3

i wonder how things would go from there omggg i have so many thoughts.... do they cuck his wife or does she join in or does this become a regular thing! her job as wife is to make sure there's no affair baby scandal in the neighborhood! EEEEK i love it i love it

[hrts4chanel]

cheater | ryomen sukuna x reader

probably more than or around 5k words, major slight frat!jo x reader. cursing.

following the events of frat!sukuna and popular!reader's established relationship going through... um, a rough patch.

you should have known, and damn you definitely did know. but nooo, take it upon yourself to try and see the ‘good’ in everyone. giving everyone a chance, for whatever stupid reason.

as you stare at sukuna, you couldn’t believe it. all those times you defended him, it all flashed through your mind like a mocking mantra.

‘he’s just teasing!’

‘he’s a good guy!’

‘he’s just a bit busy today!’

‘…don’t worry, he’ll be here soon.’

‘he’s just with her because their mutual friends…’

yea, you definitely knew. cause no one’s that dumb to see the signs and not sense it coming. but as you stood in front of him, in front of his stupid frat brotherhood. you couldn’t even yell or shout at him for what you had just heard.

what was meant to be a casual night after a frat party, turned south when satoru’s nerd ass brother, satoshi ended up blurting out sukuna’s ‘business’, you all were left to unpack it unwillingly.

‘hey sukuna?’

feeling him shoot his head up in the direction of the voice from the common room couch that both of you were laying on.

groaning in response, he yelled out. ‘what?’

with his arm around your waist, and your upper half on his lap as you stared at the tv with a bored expression.

personally you weren’t really interested in what they were going to start talking about, continuing to surf through channels for anything that could entertain you.

only for satoshi to get unusually comfortable with himself and sukuna by sitting on the other couch to your right.

‘oh well i was just gonna ask… are you still with yorozu?’ this made you perk up, turning your gaze towards satoshi.

because what the hell did he mean by ‘still with yuzuha?’ from all you know she was sukuna’s ex and that two of them were ‘done for good’ in his words before you two started dating.

so what was with the sudden inquisition now, knowing the obvious that sukuna was with you?

but before you or sukuna could voice out your thoughts, the frat king himself came around to sit next to his twin brother, interrupting through both of you.

‘yea suki, what happened after you had her all over you that night?’

hah. you didn’t know whether to laugh or to start crying at the mention of that.

involuntarily, it made you sit up straight as you felt sukuna’s blood run cold from the hand he had on your waist - hearing what should have been left for discussion after you left or when he was alone, dropped onto the floor right in front of you, he knew this had to be a set up.

but should that really be his main concern when he already had you looking at him like you were just about ready to get up and throw him through the tv screen, if that was even humanly possible for you.

trying to assess some damage control towards what you had just heard, he turned to both gojo twins.

‘hah? what are you two fuckers talking about!?’

and as if ‘getting the hint’ had flown out the window tonight, satoru decided to double down on his claims. figuring that it was time you learn the truth.

‘you know what i’m talking about sukuna.’ playing with the cap he was wearing as he removed it to brush through his hair, just to wear it again as if all of this was some casual conversation you were all having.

he slowly shifting towards a more serious tone when he realised that sukuna disregarded him with silence, letting his gaze fall towards you.

‘that night. a couple weeks ago. when you had yorozu outside of the frat house. and you guys started making out. do you remember it now?’ punctuating each detail as if to engrave it in your head that you should have know this.

feeling your heart drop all the way to your ass, you didn’t even know what to say. your mouth involuntarily opened just to end up closing right back as you stared at satoru after what he just said.

turning to sukuna who was left frozen behind you. you felt your chest tighten with each passing second, gosh you even felt the stupid carpet fur where you had planted your feet onto as you made your way further and further away from him.

after what felt like years, merely a 15 seconds to the others in the room. you pushed sukuna by his shoulders out of rage.

‘what the fuck ryo?!’

and as if that was his cue, as if now he had the heart to finally speak up. he got up just as quickly and tried to hold you back from moving away from him with every step that you took back. reaching out to you as a means of grounding you with him. you slapped his hand away.

‘don’t you dare fucking touch me ryomen.’

taken aback at your outburst, it had been a long time coming since you dropped the formality of calling him anything other than pet names and nicknames. answering you back with a fury of his own that was characteristic his personality.

‘will you fucking calm down and let me explain myself!'

and as if the situation couldn’t get any worse for him, the gojo twins decided to interject again from their seats. with satoshi starting it off.

‘what’s there to say sukuna?’

‘yea, i mean i'm even shocked you hadn’t yet told the missus.’

but as stared at the two of them just to look back at sukuna who was all furrowed eyebrows and tight jaw, you grew increasingly aware of the situation that you had been left in the dark from.

‘will you shut it up you two? don't you think you’ve done enough already?’

‘oh come on suki, she had to know at some point?-‘

‘shut the fuck gojo.’

narrowing your eyes at his form, as all thoughts circled your mind. the whole situation was honestly comical and hearing you laugh is what broke sukuna out of arguing with satoru.

‘hah, oh my fucking gosh. i’m going to actually die.’ feeling yourself unable to to breathe with how much you were laughing as you stared at the ground.

confused as to what type of za you could have taken this time to make you react like this. sukuna tried to reach out to you again, only to have you take back another step as you widened the gap between you two.

‘what the hell are you laughing about? are you not mad?-‘

having you cut him off as you went on with your own internal monologue.

‘…fucking fool.’

having expected that, sukuna felt himself overcome by relief. knowing that he could now try to interject with an apology.

only for you to repeat yourself with, ‘i’m a fucking fool.’ well i guess the aplogy flew out the window too.

‘what?’

‘i’m a fucking fool sukuna. i’m so fucking stupid. i saw this coming, how the hell could i let you embarrass me sukuna?’

unable to find a way to make this any better, he took a hesitant step towards you.

‘i know, im sorry baby-‘

cutting him off as you looked back at him. ‘don’t call me that.' as he had a borderline betrayed expression. 'just wow. i just have to hand it to you sukuna-‘

‘you don’t call me that either.’

feeling yourself grow irritated that he was even trying to argue with you.

‘i don’t think you have any right as to what i can call and not call you right now.’

clenching his fist at that, he wanted to try and regain some control to this, to get you close. but damn were you standing your ground.

‘i mean you can’t seriously think that a half ass apology is going to fix this.’ crossing your arms over your chest.

‘listen to me. it’s not what you think it is-‘

rolling your eyes, ‘then what is it?’ growing more and more impatient at how he stayed silent, letting out a breath as you remembered all the times he told you not to worry, you resorted to mocking him with his own words, bringing him out of his thoughts.

‘she’s going through a tough time, name.’

‘i’m not even with her like that.’

tilting your head as you captured his gaze, staring right into his eyes. he then only realised that you were holding back tears.

‘you’re the one i love, name.’

‘can’t you fucking see that, name!'

frustrated at yourself for believing his utterly selfish lies. you yelled out.

‘no the fuck i don’t sukuna. because if i did then we wouldn’t be here right now!’

looking to the side at that, he tried to find anywhere else to look. he couldn’t find it in himself to see you hurt, especially because of him.

‘i’m sorry…’

‘what did you say.' practically daring him to repeat it.

staring up at you and the other two that you had even forgotten about. he apprehensively repeated himself.

‘i said i'm sorry-‘

‘hmm… i heard it the first time. just, you know what sukuna?’

staring at you and you alone to listen to what you had to say.

‘leave me the fuck alone.’ turning around and leaving the house, despite hearing him call out for you, you never turned back.

grabbing both satoru and satoshi by their collars after they stopped him from getting to you after you left.

‘what the fuck is wrong with you two?!’

busy fixing his glasses, the other gojo decided to speak up - i mean he was the one who decided to drop everything. as if he wasn’t practically being held by someone who looked like he was about to kill him and then kill him maybe three times again. he casually responds.

‘ahh come on suki, how long were you trying to hide it for?’ throwing him a smug smile.

sukuna felt like he was going to choke him by his stupid chain. but before he could do so, the other gojo spoke up dryly.

‘yea. i mean, i didn’t even really do much. but you could have stopped us, you just kept quiet and froze like a little bitch.’

seemingly more infuriated at what they were saying to him. ‘are you both fucking with me right now?!’

‘listen suki-‘

‘don’t call me that.’ gojo rolled his eyes knowing he was going to do the opposite. he grabbed sukuna’s arm to remove it from where he was grabbing him.

‘oh please, like the missus said, you have no place to pick what you get to be called right now.’ pulling himself away.

‘i mean, maybe you should probably go spend some time with yorozu, blow off some steam. if you know what i mean.’ chuckling to himself as he made his way out of the common room. finishing it off with a low blow where his tone shifted to a more chillingly cold one.

‘since you thought that having her was worth all of this.’

with that sukuna felt his grip loosen, giving satoshi the unwarranted opportunity rip himself out without a fight and follow his brother out the room. leaving sukuna alone, in the whatever he was going to do about all this.

you probably had more than a thousand text messages and several hundred calls from sukuna since that fateful night. it had been roughly a week and you wanted to block him, but what fun would that be? you enjoyed having him see that his messages would seemingly get delivered or how you would occasionally leave him on read.

not to mention, how you loved hearing how pathetic he was as you’d sometimes pick up his calls just to hear him beg as you kept quiet on the other line.

‘listen to me baby, it really didn’t mean much.’

rolling your eyes as you had him on speaker while you got ready for the day.

‘she was just there and she just came onto me.’

feeling a bit of a headache coming in with each lie he spat out, you stared at your reflection with a bored expression. wondering just what you could have possibly done in a past life to warrant being subjected to this.

gosh if anyone other than your friends were to find out that you got cheated on, it just made you feel so stupid and embarrassed.

‘i don’t know what the two imbeciles were talking about, but i promise you, that it wasn’t even that bad’

‘i know you can hear me and i know you see my messages, just please give me the chance to talk to you face to face-‘

with that you hung up on him and switched off your phone. sukuna ryomen does not beg. but for you he does and you liked warranting the fact that you could hear him do it more often that not because of all of this.

and as if you even wanted to see him, you just thanked the universe that you both do opposite majors and don’t get the time to see each other in class.

yet, you knew you’d have to eventually. with a football game coming up that him and his frat brothers were sure to win. you just know that you'll find yourself at one of those parties - because there was no way as your name, were you going to be stopped from bestowing your presence, lest you get people spreading rumours about how pathetic you truly are just because he cheated on you. hah, fat chance.

until then you could stall for a bit more.

having just finished all your classes for the day, you fell into your new routine that you had been following for the past week - where you’d leave the class as quickly as possible in hopes of not having to run into sukuna who would come storming into your faculty building in hopes of a confrontation.

bidding farewell to shoko and the rest of your friends, you made a beeline for the exit. only to feel someone grab you by your bag, halting your movements.

the culprit? satoru gojo. turning around to face him, the last time you had talked to him was when you and sukuna had that whole thing. so you bluntly asked him.

‘what do you want, gojo?’ as you watched him feigning offence at how you had referred to him, he let go of your bag and held a hand over his heart.

‘huh, gojo? i get that you’d do that to sukuna. but come on, the fight is with him not me. what’s with this whole calling me ‘gojo’ thing?’

holding back the urge to roll your eyes at him, he had a point. you knew better that you had crossed over the boarder of calling him just gojo a long time ago.

‘maybe the fact that i’m not in the mood right now.’ turning your gaze towards the clock that hanged over the massive lecture room whiteboard. if you didn’t leave soon, it would only be seconds before sukuna barged in here. and that seemed to be a sentiment that satoru could read straight off your face as he followed your gaze at the clock only to look back at you.

hearing him chuckle brought your attention back on him.

‘ah, name? you’re so easy to read.’ deadpanning at his audacity, you figured he was probably trying to waste your time so that sukuna could catch you here. probably some bullshit favour for their ‘brotherhood’. but before you could leave he stopped you again, and you only grew more irritated at him.

‘okay okay wait, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-‘

uninterested you cut him off, ‘you didn’t hurt my feelings, goj- satoru.’ switching his names as you noticed how he twitched at the mention of his surname.

‘but what is that you actually want?’

sending you one of his signature smiles, ‘well, i wanna go try out this café and who else to go with than our resident cheer captain before the big game tomorrow?’

‘awww, that’s so nice of you.’ shooting him a faux smile as your words were laced with deceit and sadly he looked like he had fallen for it, ‘yea i know, it’s just a short drive!-‘

‘i’m not interested satoru.’

‘what?’

‘i’m not interested. i know this is some sort of setup to get me back with sukuna. i don’t want any to deal with any of that right-‘

cutting you off by laughing at how 'humorous' you were being, he was practically throwing his head back as he shook his head realising you were not seeing things his way.

‘that’s where you're not getting it, name.’ getting serious for a moment, almost giving you whiplash if it wasn't for how quickly he stopped himself and got back to his usual personality.

‘it’s not a setup. if it was you could even stab me in the throat for it.’ and honestly you didn’t know whether he was trying to make you believe that or himself.

‘just a small…? outing!? yeaa an outing!’ grabbing your bag from your shoulder as he put his other arm over your shoulder.

with how close he was, you heard him whisper the last bits into your ear, ‘between two good friends!’ grabbing the door for you and practically moving your body the way he wanted to go.

too strung out from how quickly he was walking and the whole train of events, before you knew it he was ushering you into the black leather passenger seat of his dark tinted car.

going around the front of the car with your bag still on his arm - and you’d find it funny if it wasn’t for how dazed you were right now. coming up to the driver’s seat and throwing it to the back seats. hearing the car’s engine start is what pushed you to grab satoru’s hand before he could grab the steering wheel.

‘what the fuck satoru?! why am i in your car right now? i didn’t agree to your stupid outing!’

staring back at you through his dark sunglasses that he had worn when he entered the car. he slowly turned the car off as he pulled his hand away from you. unlocking the car doors with a click from the side, he looked forward and kept his voice steady and coldly authoritative.

‘listen name, it’s your call. the door’s unlocked…’

taking that as your cue without even hearing what he had to say, you turned to grab your bag from the back seats. only to hear satoru finish it off with something that made you retract yourself back to the passenger seat.

‘but you should be sure that you want to leave knowing that sukuna is right around that corner.’

and lo and behold, when you looked forward to where satoru was looking, there he was - fuming as it is at the fact that he was leaving your faculty building without finding you in there. watching as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and started calling someone.

still unusually serious, gojo voices out, ‘he’s calling you.’ and to your chagrin your phone starts ringing and it was actually him.

facing the two options you had, you made up your mind and pulled the seatbelt as you settled your body into the car comfortably, ‘just drive.’

with a smug smile, gojo turns the car back on and does as he’s told, beaming that things went his way. thank gosh for his dark tint though because you don’t know what you would have done if sukuna found you in his friend’s car.

wrapping up at the café with gojo, you tried to keep it lowkey - if that’s the word you could describe how you had a small drink and pastry while it looked like gojo was eating for a family of 5 with how many drinks he had already downed and the multitude of cakes and pastries he had on his side of the table. blaming the fact that today was 'cheat day!'

full of cake in his mouth, he pointed out with his fork. ‘are… you sure… hmph’ swallowing the remnants of his food as he noticed how you were looking at him funny.

‘what i was trying to say is are you sure you don't want to order anything else?’ perplexed at what he could have meant by that, you turned to him and finally held eye contact with him since you’ve been here.

from his side, since the moment you both entered you’ve been in quite an awkward position. looking at the door every time you heard someone enter, staring at the people who’d pass next to the window and through it all whenever he’d talk to you, you’d look everywhere but at him and even when you did it would only last a few seconds before you started playing around with the frosting or crumbs on your plate, like right now.

‘uh… yea, i’m good. you don’t need to worry about me satoru.’ he didn’t believe you but he also didn’t feel like pushing you.

yet, even as it looked like he had his face buried in his food. when your phone lit up on the table with maybe the 50th message from sukuna since you’ve both sat down, he glared at it and noticed how you were slowly reaching out for it.

clearing his throat to gain your attention and stopping you from doing so, which worked when he saw how your hand retracted from grabbing your phone. he decided to ask with feign interest.

‘so, you’ve been ignoring sukuna?’

looking up at him, you played around with your fork as you tapped it on your plate to ease your nerves. ‘uh yea, ever since that night.’

‘ah well he’s been persistent.’ that made you perk up as you furrowed your eyebrows as to what he could be talking about.

with his attention on you, he leaned back in the booth as he flared his arm and clasped them behind his head. plus, with how unreasonably tall he was, he grazed your leg slightly from under the table with how slouched he was in the seat opposite to you.

looking down to where he was touching you and back at him, he held a neutral expression. he wasn’t planning on moving and you took that as a sign to not press.

‘and what do you mean by he’s been persistent?’ smiling at you knowing he has you right where he wants.

‘well i’m not really sure, but from what i’ve gathered he’s really going through it. hasn’t even talked to me since.’

‘of course he wouldn’t be talking to you. you practically outed him.’ feeling yourself grow agitated at the thought of that whole night and how unrealistic sukuna was being.

‘i mean what was he even thinking? even if you didn’t tell me, did he really think that shit wouldn’t have reached me?’

‘hah. cause your little miss popular, right?’ rolling your eyes at the obvious trial at his teasing. you continued, showing the most emotion since you’ve sat here.

‘i just can’t believe it though, like what the hell? if he wanted to be with her then why break up with her in the first place and then get with me?! like who the fuck even does that?’

smiling at you, he shrugged. ‘hm, i don’t know. i guess he does. wanted you both at the same time.’

letting out an outburst at the emotions you had been keeping to yourself for the past week. ‘ack! its honestly so frustrating because i saw the signs. i just feel so stupid for believing him in the first place.’

‘yea, we all get there.’

confused as to how he was even relating to this, you asked, ‘okay satoru i get that your trying to play therapist right now. with the whole outing and trying to get me to vent. but who in the world is ‘we’?’

looking at you through his glasses as if daring you to continue, you were one to talk so you felt indifferent to his gaze. ‘i mean you and sukuna aren’t far apart, i’m sure that you’ve done this shit to multiple girls before.’

chuckling at that, you felt him sit straight as he made sure to brush your leg again. ‘that’s where you’re wrong. the difference between me and sukuna is that i wouldn’t have done that to you.’

this made you quickly realise the inappropriate situation you were in as you slowly fell right back into the shell you had when you had gotten here. what would you even say to sukuna if he caught you with him right now.

‘…yea, i guess so.’ unsure of whether that was the truth or if you were just agreeing to try and end the topic.

smiling to himself, he was confident at how this little ‘outing’ had gone his way, and the result of it would pay him back quite soon. ‘you want me to drive you home?’

looking back towards him, you nodded your head and followed him out. too in your thoughts about his words and how he said them.

the ride was silent, and when you finally reached your dormitory you felt kinda indebted to him.

‘uh, you know i can pay you back for the café thing-‘ pulling out your phone to send him the money, only to get him pushing your phone away as he replied back in disbelief.

‘are you out of your mind?! i’m satoru gojo, why would you pay me back?’ shocked that you would even think about that, he knew you well enough that the moment you left his car you were definitely going to send him something. he just had to do you one better.

‘plus, i’m the one who initiated it.’ wiggling his eyebrows at you while he locked his gaze with yours through the frames of his sunglasses.

laughing at his antics, ‘okay okay fine… but thank you. i… um really appreciate it.’ sensing the sincerity in your words, he sent you a genuine smile.

‘don't worry about it.’ unlocking the doors for you with a click, as you reached out to open it, you heard him in the smallest whisper - probably have thought you imagined it if it wasn’t for how close he was to you.

‘goodnight.’

pushing yourself back and out of the car, you regained some distance and replied while you were outside.

‘yea… goodnight satoru.’

as you walked away, he couldn’t stop staring at you with a smile till you disappeared into the building, and right when you left his line of sight, he grabbed his phone and posted a seemingly harmless photo to his instagram story. switching his phone off right after, as he pulled out of the driveway with a more than just smug satoru gojo smile. he was smirking to himself and his thoughts.

after a good shower, you had finished your nightly routine and decided it was time for some well deserved doom scrolling. except, when you turned on your phone expecting the usual couple hundred missed calls and messages from sukuna.

you had an alarming 7 missed calls from shoko, 5 messages from geto, a couple from yuki and not to mention the insane amount of mentions and follows you were getting from new random accounts on instagram.

‘what the fuck?’

clicking on shoko’s messages first, you were bombarded by her missed calls and her trying to spam text you to respond and check your phone.

lung cancer ❤️

bro brooooo missed call your name NAME missed callmissed call omfg you bum ass loser check your phone like damn bro i knew you were mad and wanted to get over sukuna but GOJO?!? especially SATORU?! 😭🙏 man why didn’t you go for his hot nerd brother satoshi, i thought i taught you better 😔 but i mean if you are actually dating satoru then damn mommy you switched up fast!! get that rebound but also like i heard sukuna is going to beat your ass 🤣🤣 missed call

wondering what the hell she was on about. how did she know you and gojo went out together? and why would she ever think that you've started dating him? you haven't even yet to officially break it off with sukuna.

turning even more confused as you read through geto and yuki’s texts, you grew more and more alarmed at what was going on behind the scenes that you were unaware of.

geto suguru

hey just wanted to let you know that sukuna is about to kill satoru today, hope your happy knowing you stole and are about to get my man killed 💔

now that was off, other than geto being unserious. did gojo just end up opening his mouth again and blurting it out to sukuna that you two were out together? but what would he get from that knowing that it would only result into a fight.

yu-yuki 💕

omfg bro your killing me here😭😭😭 gojo??? but i mean whatever floats your boat, but i thought you were still with sukuna?

after checking all your other messages while ignoring sukuna’s earlier messages knowing it was going to be the usual. you felt a migraine coming over you, as you finally entered instagram and there it was.

gojo had decided to take it upon himself to post a candid photo from when you were eating at the café and captioned it, ‘me n bae’ and mentioned you in the corner.

feeling your soul actually leave your body, that would explain all the new followers, mentions and messages from everyone. but what the fuck?

now everyone and their damn mother thinks you and gojo are dating, not to mention the fact that once sukuna kills him, he’s probably going to come kill you.

dropping your phone on your table, it was too late for this shit and in a short span of actions, you switched off your phone and decided to sleep under the covers early.

who knows what gojo must be going through. you don’t and you frankly did not care at the moment.

unbeknownst to you gojo was actually going to die tonight. as he dodged the pillows and cushions that sukuna had been throwing at him since he reached the frat house. he felt his eyes widen as sukuna went ahead to grab a lamp and threw it at him practically grazing his face, warning him that he was close enough to have hit him.

this struck a chord within him. ‘what the fuck suki?!’

pausing for a moment as he recoiled from the stupid nickname. ‘suki!? how many fucking times have i told you to cut that crap?’ launching what was now one of geto's books that had lied dormant on the coffee table at gojo who was standing a few meters opposite to him in the torn apart common room.

sukuna was even more livid ever since he saw that story and what was so crazy is that he didn’t track down gojo. didn't ask around. didn’t even text you or call you after seeing it. he waited, and for the impatient man he was that was already so much to be asked from him.

what now escalated after gojo got home and was confronted by him on why he was with you, where gojo merely shrugged and said that he was with you because ‘she needed to be with someone who wasn’t going to lie or play her dirty.’

all hell was let loose as sukuna threw the knife he had just finished sharpening at him only to hit the door when gojo ducked as they continued their cat and mouse game where they’ve now found themselves in the now disheveled common room. where some of the couches had been flipped over to when gojo had decided to take refuge in, while some had been ripped apart from sukuna’s assault to grab something to throw.

‘listen suki- sukuna.’ switching his words as he saw how a visible vein on sukuna's forhead twitch. gojo held his hands in mock surrender as he spoke with a sincerity in his words that made sukuna losen his guard.

‘all i posted was a photo from us hanging out as friends, nothing more nothing less. the bae thing was just a joke... well for now.’

catching the expected remote that was thrown to his face with the last bit of his sentence. ‘but what i’m trying to say, is that if you think you still have a chance.’ smiling at him while he lowered his sunglasses to get a better view of him.

‘why don’t you try your luck tomorrow at the frat party. i’m sure she’ll be there.’

finishing it off by setting the remote on the coffee table and leaving him alone in the room again.

gojo was confident you would come tommorow, him and sukuna both. just… who would you end up accepting in the end?

author’s note:

ik ik cliffhanger but it felt like this shit was getting unnecessarily long. 😭😭😭. and i don’t know guys, do we get back with a cheater, which i personally would not want but it sounds addicting to write, especially with how pathetically i want to have him beg🤣

orr, do we get with one of his hmbs - preferably gojo satoru (fratking himself) please 🙏

we can maybe do a poll if this thing does good, or i forever leave it in it's peace like this and never touch it again 😘🤔😛

part two out now!

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\( ᐖ)/ gojo stands you up

It’s his fault tonight, as is most times. He loves you. He wishes he could do whatever you asked of him. But, Jujutsu society has other plans for him sometimes.

Work. It’s always work that takes immediate priority. Time and time again.

It’s two in the morning. His brain feels like it’s been scrambled fifteen times over and cooked on medium heat, then refried again and finally lit on fire. The cursed spirit he spent the last eight hours exorcising—with a technique of immediate reincarnation—left him to utilize hollow purple in rural-side Japan to avoid casualties, his reversed curse technique to heal himself constantly when he was exhausted, and then teleport way too far of a distance just to get back to you.

Even if it was hours after the date night you had planned for him.

It makes him wince when he tries to envision it all—candles and rose petals decorating the penthouse. Takeout since you can’t cook for the life of you. Waiting at the dining table in that pretty red dress he bought for you last month, hair and makeup done, practically begging to be ruined by him afterwards. Eating dinner by yourself when you realize that maybe he isn’t showing up and heading off to bed.

He wanted to text you, really. But that fucking curse knocked his phone from his pocket mid-air and sent it into the brush of the prairie—the screen cracked and device completely unusable.

“Sweetheart,” he starts softly, his voice echoing in the uncomfortably empty space. He recalls when he left the place practically vacant aside from his mattress, not even caring to furnish the place until he met you. Made a home with you.

He toes his shoes off and tosses his uniform jacket on the couch as he passes the threshold. His bandage hangs loosely around his neck, his Six Eyes barely able to ascertain anything while a grimace of pain passes his face. His cursed energy reserves are running low, and he doesn’t have the power to heal himself right now.

He can only recharge with you.

He makes his way to the bedroom, stumbling and trying not to trip over his own feet. Exhaustion hangs heavy under his eyes, weighing down his limbs. You’re probably asleep seeing as it’s the middle of the night, but a part of him hopes you’re awake. Even if you yell at him, or hit him.

Pushing your bedroom door open, he sees your form under the sheets, facing away from him. Your breaths are slow, rhythmic.

His chest tightens.

He doesn’t have the battery power to even undress himself, slipping into the sheets beside you. He smells like curse, and he has a feeling you’ll cuss him out in the morning for sleeping without getting cleaned up.

His head hits the pillow, milky hair creating a halo of white around his head. The need for sleep hits him quickly, before you stir.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Satoru.”

Despite how soft and careful your words are, they hit Gojo like a truck. Air is stripped from his lungs as he stares at the ceiling. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, despair leaving him to spiral. “Okay. Okay,” he turns over to stare at your back, even though it feels like his ribs are being split. “Uhm, I’m sorry, baby. I know how much this date meant to you and—.”

You push air from your nostrils and Gojo stops talking, his gut churning violently. He can taste bile on the back of his tongue. You then turn to face him, and it’s alarming how composed you look. This decision has probably been weighing on you for quite some time, seeing as this wasn’t the first date where he’d had to stand you up. Letting you down, time and time again.

“Just— stop. I was well aware of your role in the Jujutsu world when we started dating, even if you introduced me to it all. I still am now. I just thought… I’d be able to handle it. I guess I was wrong.”

You aren’t even looking at him, slowly appraising the charred holes in his black compression shirt revealing slips of skin. At some point, Gojo couldn’t hold up Infinity and exorcise the curse simultaneously. So, he lowered it, taking a great number of hits trying to kill the fucker. He’s never looked this disheveled before—his hair a mess and perspiration clinging to his skin. It makes your throat close up.

There’s an awkward moment where you pick at your nails and Gojo can’t peel his eyes from you.

Fuck, he hates this. Hates that he has to contest with both his personal and work life. Again. And again.

If only the fate of the world didn’t hang between his fingers.

You’d never make him choose, either. Abandoning his position to make time to grow the life you both want. Which is why you took the choice from him.

Desperation starts to claw at the edges of his mind, his pulse roaring in his ears. He’s not thinking clearly, lips curling downwards. “Baby, please. I-I know I fucked up, but I’ll make it up to you. I love you. Please, just. Don’t leave me?” his voice, barely a whisper now, wavers with each syllable.

Finally, you look up. You’re both crying. Tears run down his pale cheeks, his eyes a deep crimson red. You’re sniffling, your heart wound too tight.

This hurts. It’s hurt for a while now, and you’re certain it won’t stop hurting. You can’t keeping living like this.

“I don’t think I’ll stop loving you, ‘Toru,” you hiccup. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Your palms are warm against his icy skin. Then, you press tender kisses against his cheeks to erase the tears. “And that’s why I have to leave. I have to. You’re hurting me,” you mumble, chewing against the inside of your cheek.

A sob punches itself from his chest. You’ve never seen him cry before—your pretty boy that teases you incessantly, tugging at your hair and kissing you until you’re flustered. Spoils you like he’s got an endless chest of funds, which he probably does. Finds immense comfort in coming home to you. He’s been adverse to vulnerability since the day you met him, and you can sympathize why. When it gets dark for him, it’s really dark.

His arms, bulky and heavy, ensnare around your waist as he buries his face into your chest. He doesn’t stop crying for a while, your name on the tip of his tongue, the fabric of your chemise damp.

“Stay with me tonight,” he mutters after a while, fingers curling against you. “Please.”

You nod quickly, wiping your tear-streaked cheeks with the back of your hand. “Okay.”

You already feel selfish enough, staring at your packed bags tucked in the dark corner, ready to head out in the morning.

If he needs you for one last night, you’ll give him that. Even if it’s the last thing you’ll give him.

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© all writing belongs to @epicderpface, and all characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, translate, or feed my writing to ai.

[epicderpface]

\( ᐖ)/ heianera!sukuna takes on another concubine

You are not jealous.

You repeat this to yourself as you pace your quarters well after the sun has dipped beneath the auburn horizon and the stars have kissed the tapestry-like sky—moonlight weaving through your velveteen drapes and casting a glow on your finicky distress. Your soles pelt the icy tiles with each unstaunchable and restless step, the cold as your only grounding measure.

You are not jealous.

If anything, you’re thankful. Thankful that you aren’t expected to be the sole bed warmer to a man who severs heads when he’s merely nettled and spews venom at even a sideways glance.

That grating seven letter word is entirely out of your vocabulary as a concubine to the strongest man to walk the earth.

But still.

Something aches in your chest as you think of her—younger than you, brighter, softer—writhing beneath him while he expels his worldly stresses. While she calls out his name, his title, and he groans for her and just her.

His newest addition to an empty harem.

You plop down at the edge of your bed, picking at your cuticles and feeling your lip tremble.

As a concubine, you cannot express the feelings swirling deep within the recesses of your mind. A green serpent taking root in your psyche. It is entirely unheard of, and utterly shameful. You have no place to do so. Sukuna does not belong to you. He doesn’t belong to anyone. 

He’s called you his on more than one occasion. Whether he was knuckle deep inside your fluttering heat and lapping at you, or when he’s dismissed the servants meant to bathe you after the fact and took matters into his own hands. Held your back against his chest in the hot spring, lounging like this was commonplace when you’d rarely ever seen his sharpened edges softened as such.

But thanks to a gift from another kingdom after protecting their territory, they’d offered up one of their daughters to be his and his alone.

Sukuna didn’t grumble, didn’t turn her away—instead, he barely offered a reaction and waved her towards the palace grounds.

Today marks his first night with her. Perhaps she’s desirable over you, something he realizes as he finishes inside.

A tear runs errant down your cheek as your mind betrays your heart, generating and conceiving notions that make your gut wrench.

And then you hear a knock at the door. Quickly followed by another.

Before you have the chance to respond, the door is being pushed wide open.

Candlelight from the sconces adorning the corridor walls flood inside, illuminating your fidgeting lady-in-waiting, her fingers curled around the doorknob like it’s meant to keep her steady.

“The King is throwing a fit and demands to see you, My lady.”

Your eyes flicker wide.

This is it, you think. Another has taken his heart and replaced you. Now, he must toss you aside.

You swallow thickly before making your way out of your room, quivering fingers curling in your nightgown.

It is not a far walk, yet it manages to stretch into an eternity. One where you contemplate your final moments in the only walls you’d ever known, where you wonder what kind of legacy you will leave behind. Will his future concubines use your story as an example? That they are nothing but disposable and temporary to a King that chases pleasure, breeds chaos and contempt.

It’s when you stand before his chambers that it truly settles in. The room where you’d spent most of your nights—tangled in limbs and silk with a man feared across the lands—will now be where you’ll be formally exiled. Or rather murdered, if he’s feeling rather merciless this fateful evening.

“Where is she?” 

Your heart stutters. The low, wrathful voice of his rolls around in the cavity of your chest like a rumbling thunder, muffled through thick layers of oak.

You push the doors open, step inside and shut the doors behind you. You keep your head downcast, fingers clasped before you, the image of reverence—lest you upset the man any further, lest you become the target for his vitriol. “You have summoned me, Your grace.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you take a chancy peek towards the bed, not sparing your heart in the slightest for what you may see. But, where you’d expected to spot his new lover draped across the indent you’d left, you are met with nothing. 

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Are you avoiding me?” He grunts, striding towards you slowly with a prominent crease between his eyebrows. Two of his hands are clasped behind his back while the other two remain planted firmly at his waist. He’s in nothing but a kimono split down the middle, his preference for evenings left to lounge in the privacy of his chambers, not leaving much to the imagination. “I will not tolerate such disobedience.”

Your brows knit as you meet his gaze, shrouded in ambivalence. “...No, Your grace. I was told that another was accompanying you for the evening.”

Disgust brews in his fiery irises, like a fire lapping at your skin and leaving scalding wounds in its wake. “Another?”

“In the council hall earlier this evening,” you clarify. “You had taken in a woman as a kept mistress, so I excused myself to my own quarters.”

There’s a silence as he reads your expression, fingers twitching at his waist. “I see.”

You drop your gaze again, and you can feel the enlightenment of something settle on him, cogs ricketing and chugging in his brain.

And then he’s closing the distance and gripping your forearm.

You don’t fight it, but Sukuna is not one dabble where he is unwanted. He’s isn’t particularly rough if something upsets him when he can just deal with it simply—banishment, murder, the whole nine yards.

He pushes you onto the bed and points towards the headboard.

You follow his gaze, bewildered, and return his look with even more puzzlement.

“That pillow has your dusting powder from two nights ago,” he huffs, lips snarling as if you’d somehow just done him a disservice and flashing a canine like he might tear into you.

“My deepest apologies. I will fetch a servant to replace these at once, Your grace—.”

When you attempt to stand to your feet and hurry past him, he places two hands on your biceps and pulls you before him. Not roughly, but firm. Keeping you in place.

He stares down at you from the bridge of his nose, expression suddenly pinched up.

He’s uneased at how vacant you peer back at him.

“I said,” he grumbles, leaning down and frowning. “That pillow has your dusting powder. Not another woman’s—yours.”

You feel your stomach tumble over in your chest like a drunkard.

If anything, Ryomen Sukuna is not one for words. Yes, for vituperation and diatribes, but to reserve space for such warmth is past him.

Or so you thought.

His grip lessens and you glance back towards the pillow, heat emanating from your nape up to the crowns of your ears, before you’re meeting his gaze again.

The fire has softened, nearly snuffed out. Replaced with reassurances you never could’ve expected.

You know he won’t say anything else. But you are aware of what he’s aiming to express; in all time, there has never been another concubine for the King of Curses—and there never will be.

There is just you.

You don’t know what that means for you in the future, but you find yourself leaning into his touch for the first time without any doubt, without a tinge of unease or green gnawing at you.

A hand lifts to cradle the back of your head, and your worries dissipate like they’d never ever even nestled in your gut like a rock, fluttering away in the night. His lips brush against yours like he’s sealing a promise onto them, claiming stake and affirming what you’d longed for. His hands caress you with something akin to possessiveness—almost a quiet desperation that maybe he’ll never bare his soul to another like he does with you.

And soon, you learn that he simply gave quarters to that young lady. Made sure she was bathed, fed, given tasks to keep her long days busy away from home.

Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t have to announce it, but his chambers are reserved for himself, and his sole concubine. And that’s the way it shall stay.

———

yes this is a repost if you recognize it. also realizing how i have barely written for my husband on this blog yet so we shall be seeing more of him now

© all writing belongs to @epicderpface, and all characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, translate, or feed my writing to ai.

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it

The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.

At first he thinks it’s funny.

You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.

But after the breakup?

You vanish.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.

He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.

Blocked.

“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”

Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.

Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.

The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.

So he broke up with you.

Clean and quick.

Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.

And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.

———-

The First Attempt

He tries texting.

It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.

He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”

But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.

Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”

Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“Means she’s not here.”

He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.

The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.

Flowers

A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.

Attached card: —SG <3

He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.

The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.

Still no message back.

The Letters

Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.

The first one is simple.

I know you blocked me. I deserve it.

Let me know if you wanna talk

-Satoru <3

No response.

The second one is longer.

I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.

Please unblock me xoxo

The third one is messy.

He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.

I keep looking for you around campus.

You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?

- Toru

Your Favorite Snacks

The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.

Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.

Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.

The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”

Meanwhile

Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.

But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.

The First Time He Sees You Again

It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.

For a second he thinks he imagined it.

But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.

The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.

It’s indifference.

You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.

“Hey—!”

You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.

Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”

“Yes.”

“…And?…will you please talk to me?”

You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”

Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics