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PART 1: Okay guys i genuinely don’t know what to do like i have no ideas and i was scrolling on TikTok and saw frat gojo au so i was like okay bet let me just make frat gojo fic and I NEED you guys to PLEASE give me some ideas tw: slight nfsw/ kissing

The music in the party house is loud enough to rattle the windowpanes, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cheap fruit punch. In the center of it all, leaning against the kitchen island like it’s a throne, is Satoru Gojo.

‘He’s wearing a white t shirt that has two arrows pointing to his mouth and his dick!? It doesn’t make it any better that they both say ‘two seater’ he’s obviously wasted, you can most definitely tell by the way he reeks of alcohol and that musky scent of his cologne, that you wish you could just smell every time he- wait no! Get your head out of the gutter Y/N!. He’s the star of the track team, the guy with the perfect GPA he never seems to study for, and currently, the target of every wandering eye in the room! Ugh he’s just so perfect’

Then a voice broke you out of your thought as a High pitched voices called out to Satoru grabbing your attention

"Satoru, seriously, you have to try this," a girl in a tight sequined dress says, leaning into his space and holding out a red cup. She’s laughing at something he didn't even say, her hand lingering on his forearm.

Satoru offers a polite, bored tilt of his head, but he doesn't take the drink. His gaze is already drifting. "Yeah, maybe later."

"Gojo! We're headed to the balcony, come on!" another group calls out, waving him over.

He doesn't even look at them. His posture shifts the second he spots you standing by the snack table, looking a little overwhelmed by the crowd.

The disinterested smirk he’d been wearing for the last hour vanishes, replaced by a grin that actually reaches his eyes.

He ignores the girl at his side, stepping around her without a second thought, and weaves through the dense crowd with a single mindedness that makes the room go quiet in his wake.

"There you are," he says, his voice dropping an octave as he reaches you. He doesn't just stand near you he claims your space, putting a hand on the wall behind your head and effectively screening out the rest of the party. "I was starting to think you ghosted me."

"I just got here, Satoru," you say, looking up at him. "And it looks like you were a little busy."

He scoffs, sliding his glasses down just enough so you can see those striking blue eyes. They aren't scanning the room for the next best thing they are locked onto yours, intense and unwavering.

"Busy? Please. I was dying of boredom," he murmurs, leaning down so his lips are inches from your ear. He smells like cool mint and the crisp night air. "The only reason I stayed at this lamer was because I knew you’d show up."

Someone tries to tap his shoulder to get his attention a guy from the team wanting to talk shop but Satoru doesn't even turn around. He just shifts his body closer to yours, his hand moving from the wall to catch yours, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles.

"Satoru, people are staring," you whisper, slightly moving your footing to seem like you guys aren’t getting heated up

"Let 'em stare," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks at you like you're the only person in the room who matters, dismissing the noise, the lights, and the dozens of people vying for a moment of his time. “You know I only have eyes for you so why still try to push me away?”

“Satoru that’s not what it is and-“

He then cut you off “then what is it Y/N! Every time I get close to you, you always get shy or quiet or just turn and walk the other way! It’s like you hate me for some unknown reason!”

“Satoru maybe you had too much drink! Let me get you some water and-“

“No! See y/n you’re doing it again! You’re pushing me away!” He raised his voice slowly getting louder and louder as people then began to turn and stare

“Toru please dont make a scene…! I’m sorry okay I know that I’ve been turning you away but it’s not because the reason you think it is!”

Satoru then stayed silent for a while before he composed himself “Then what is the reason huh? Because I’m pretty sure you hate me”

You then looked around the room as the party was still going on but some were staring at you, making you feel uneasy. You then saw a door into a guest bedroom and you dragged him into there and locked the door

“Satoru I don’t hate you! If anything it’s the opposite! I love you! I’ve loved you for ages but I don’t think you can even see that because you have so many girls around you or trying to have sex with you or-!’

You were spiralling and he could tell, even if he’s drunk he could tell. Then he did the thing that he thought he would never do, he kissed you on the lips first slowly, then began to get more dominant and rougher with all of that pent up anger and frustration of you not being able to see his signals from before. The kiss it was sloppy after months of mixed signals to each other it all came crashing down at once as the kiss stilled.

You pulled away to breath as a line of spit was still connected to your lips “toru…” you panted still trying to catch your breath “I- I really”

He didn’t give you time to speak as he crashed his lips into yours again and after what felt like forever he pulled away and rested his forehead onto yours. As he was about to speak, that same girl from before began banging her fist on the door begging to be let in thinking that Satoru was being taken advantage of by alex since he couldn’t hold his liquor well

“Satoru!” Her high pitched voice rang in your ears “Satoru baby please let me in! I don’t know what the bitch is doing to you but she’s taking advantage of you! Please unlock this door for me baby!” She banged on the door harder and even from five feet away and a door in between both of you, you could smell the vodka reeking on her.

Okay you guys get to choose what happens next because I was thinking about it for a long time

A: You and Satoru run away with each other out the window and head to his house

B: the girl behind the door opens the door and rushes to Satoru kissing him and whatever and you slap her to show her place

This was requested and as I did I made a part two for my teen Geto one shot! This one is pretty long so I hope you don’t get bored! Right I need inspiration right now pls I need you guys to give me ideas 😞

The air is thick with the smell of ozone, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of Suguru’s blood. Toji doesn’t wait for the dust to settle, he moves like a flicker of shadow, the Chain of a Thousand Miles rattling with a lethal, rhythmic hiss that promises nothing but an end.

"Suguru, your side you’re bleeding through your bandages,"

you gasp, your voice thin and brittle as you try to track the blur of the Sorcerer Killer.

"Don't look at the wound," Suguru interrupts, his grip on your hand like iron, his knuckles white. He doesn't just hold you he leads you, a frantic, high stakes dance where every step is dictated by the pulse of his cursed energy.

"Look at me. Only me. If you lose my rhythm, we both die."

He pulls you flush against his side as a massive, centipede like curse lunges from the ground, acting as a living shield. The chain slams into the curse's carapace with the sound of a falling skyscraper, sending shards of chitin flying like shrapnel. One grazes Suguru’s shoulder, but he doesn't even blink.

"Focus!" he commands, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that cuts through the roar of the wind. "I can feel your heart racing against my arm. Calm it down. If you panic, your cursed energy leaks, and he’ll find your throat before I can pull you back."

Toji appears above, the Inverted Spear of Heaven gleaming with a dull, hateful light. He’s coming down hard, a predatory grin etched onto his face, aiming to split the space between you to sever the connection that keeps you safe.

"He's trying to separate us!" you scream, the pressure of the falling attack making it hard to breathe.

"Let him try," Suguru snarls, a rare, jagged edge to his voice. "I’ve swallowed thousands of curses to be strong enough to keep you standing. I’m not letting a man with no soul take you from me."

With a violent surge of power, he releases a swarm of fly heads to cloud Toji’s vision, the buzzing insects filling the air like a funeral shroud. In the same breath, he swings you behind him, his man bun falling out loose while his long hair fell to his shoulders as he pivots. He catches the momentum of the spear on the back of a summoned grade two curse, the creature shrieking in agony as it's torn apart to save you both.

The force of the impact ripples through Suguru's body, and you feel his hand tremble for the first time. He pulls you back into the circle of his arms for a fleeting second, checking the graze on your cheek. His eyes are dark, swirling with a protective rage and a desperate, suffocating fear that he’s failing you.

"You’re still with me?" he asks, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, pressing so tight it hurts a silent plea for you to stay real, to stay alive.

"I'm here, Suguru. I'm not letting go," you breathe out, finding your footing even as the ground continues to shatter.

"You have to stay behind me," he whispers, his forehead leaning against yours for a fraction of a second, a moment of devastating intimacy amidst the carnage. "If he hits me, I can take it. But if he touches you... I'll lose my mind. I can't protect the world if I can't protect you."

A cold, sharp grin touches his lips as he turns his gaze back to the man in the clouds of dust, though his eyes remain hollow with the weight of the stakes. "He thinks we’re easy prey because we’re together. Let’s show him he’s wrong. Don't you dare let go."

Oki so this one is platonic the scene is like you’re getting beaten up by naoya but then big brother Choso comes to save you this one is long so lock in guys😜

The alleyway feels as if it’s shrinking, the air turning viscous and heavy with the metallic tang of iron and the sharp, ozone sting of Naoya’s flickering cursed energy. You are slumped against the cold, damp brick, your breath hitching in broken, jagged gasps.

Every movement sends a flare of white hot agony through your ribs, and the copper taste of your own blood is thick in your mouth.

Naoya Zenin stands over you, adjusting his high collar with a clinical, detached arrogance. A mocking, razor sharp smirk is etched onto his face as he raises his hand for another strike, his eyes tracking your tremors with the bored amusement of a predator playing with a broken insect.

"Pitiful," Naoya sneers, his voice a polished blade. "A failure like you doesn't deserve the Zenin name, let alone the right to breathe the same air as elite sorcerers. You’re just a smudge on a legacy that demands perfection a smudge I’m happy to wipe away."

He is abruptly cut off by a searing streak of crimson. A beam of pressurized blood, moving with such violent velocity that it cracks the sound barrier, whistles past Naoya’s ear.

It doesn't just graze the wall; it detonates against the brickwork, carving a deep, jagged trench and sending a spray of pulverized stone into the air.

Choso steps out of the shadows, his presence expanding like a rising tide of dark wine. His eyes glow with a terrifying, glacial resolve, the rectangular mark across his nose bridge darkening as his cursed energy surges.

He doesn't even deign to look at Naoya; his gaze is fixed entirely on you on the ugly bruises blooming like dark flowers on your skin and the way you’re clutching your side.

For a fleeting second, his stoic mask shatters, his expression contorting into a look of raw, visceral agony. Seeing you hurt isn't just an insult to him; it is a physical wound to his very soul.

"Get away from her," Choso says. The words aren't a shout; they are a low, vibrating growl that seems to vibrate the marrow in your bones.

He steps in front of you, his broad frame creating an instant, impenetrable horizon of safety. His back is a solid, unbreakable shield, completely severing Naoya’s line of sight to his "prey." The air around Choso begins to shimmer and distort as he activates Flowing Red Scale: Stack, his pulse thundering loud enough to be heard in the silence of the alley.

"I told you once before... I have ten little siblings," he says, his voice dropping to a deadly, hollow register that promises nothing but graves. "But do not mistake my numbers for indifference. If you think I value any one of them less if you think I will let you harm even a single hair on my little sister's head and continue to draw breath you have already stepped into your coffin. You’ve touched the only thing in this world that makes my heart beat."

He clenches his fist, and the droplets of blood suspended in the air begin to swirl violently, condensing into a lethal, spinning orb of Supernova. The pressure is immense, a physical weight that forces even the arrogant Naoya to shift his stance.

But then, the lethality in Choso’s posture falters for a heartbeat. He can hear your pained, shallow wheezing behind him. He can't wait. He can't just fight; he has to fix you.

He kneels partially, reaching back without ever taking his predatory eyes off Naoya. His fingers, stained with the red of his lineage, find your trembling hand. You feel a sudden, strange warmth spreading from his touch. Choso is desperately manipulating his own blood, attempting to use the restorative properties of his unique physiology to close your wounds. He isn't a healer by nature, and the effort of trying to knit your flesh back together while maintaining a combat stance against a Grade 1 sorcerer brings a bead of sweat to his brow. He is pouring his own life force into you, his blood singing a frantic, aching lullaby to yours.

"Don't be afraid. Don't look at him. Look at me," he murmurs, his tone shifting from murderous to a soft, trembling tenderness that drips with internal guilt.

"I'm sorry I was late. I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Just breathe... Big brother is here now. I will take every bit of your pain and give it back to him a thous and fold."

I think this one shot is where you’re getting hunted down? I genuinely don’t know 🥹

The gunshot cracks through the air.

You don’t think you move.

Something burns past your cheek. The bullet grazes skin. Stone shatters behind you.

“Down!” Suguru’s voice cuts sharp and controlled.

A curse erupts in front of you, absorbing the next shot in a spray of debris. Across the courtyard stands Toji, already adjusting his aim. Suguru steps in front of you without hesitation.

“Stay behind me.”

Another shot rings out. You twist just in time it tears through your sleeve instead of your ribs. The force knocks you off balance.

Before you hit the ground, a hand catches you.

Warm. Firm.Suguru’s fingers wrap around your wrist, then slide into your palm, pulling you behind him. His grip tightens as if confirming you’re alive.

“You barely dodged,” he murmurs, breath steady but thin.

Curses coil around him like a storm ready to break. His body shields yours completely now.

He glances back at you and for a moment, the calm slips.His free hand hovers near your face, stopping just short of the graze on your cheek.

“Come here,” he says softly.

Another gunshot echoes. He shifts instantly moving you with him your hands still locked together. “You don’t dodge alone”

The pressure of his cursed energy surges, forcing distance between you and Toji. Silence stretches. Suguru doesn’t let go.

Help the one shots are slowly getting worse and worse as I look through my drafts. Ps can you guys pls give me recommendations 🥹TW:PLATONIC NO SMUT

The battlefield shakes with cursed energy. Sukuna’s roars echo around you, strikes landing against Gojo, blood running down his robes. The higher ups hover, commanding from the sidelines, eyes cold seeing you as a weapon, not his daughter.

“They think they can use you just like they tried with me,”

Another blow from Sukuna knocks him off balance. He stumbles but only slightly, his hand tightening around yours.

“I don’t care how many of them there are. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

He steps in front of you, cursed energy flaring violently, creating a wall of protection so thick it ripples the air itself.

“You are not a weapon. You are my daughter. My heart. And anyone, anyone who tries to touch you is going to regret it.”

Another strike lands, sending him sprawling but he rises again, shaking, bleeding, voice cracking:

“I’m hurt, yeah. I’m bleeding. I’m tired. But I will not I will never let them touch you. Not while I’m alive. Not while I’m standing.”

He glares at Sukuna and the higher ups simultaneously, eyes blazing, tears threatening to spill, and cursed energy roaring like a storm around him.

“Stay close. Stay safe. I’ll handle the rest. I promise. I’ll protect you even if I have to burn this entire world to do it.”

Description: Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, stands over the ruined body of his daughter, the girl he loves more than life itself. Sukuna has finally been exorcised, but she lies battered, barely clinging to consciousness, every shallow breath a knife through his heart. His usual cocky grin is gone, replaced by raw, trembling guilt. He blames himself for every wound, every scar, every moment she suffered under the King of Curses’ control.

The battlefield is eerily silent. Sukuna is gone, but the aftermath is unbearable. Your body is limp, bruised, blood staining your clothes, every breath shallow. Gojo kneels beside you, hands trembling, heart shattering.

“…No… no, no, no… stay with me, please!’

He presses his forehead to yours, voice breaking.

“You… you were supposed to be safe. I promised you… I promised I’d protect you!”

His fingers trace the bruises and cuts across your face, each one a stab to his heart.

“I failed… I let that monster use you… I let you… almost die… because of me…”

He swallows back a sob, voice barely audible.

“Don’t… don’t leave me… not like this… I can’t… I can’t lose you.”

His cursed energy flares around you, a desperate shield to keep you alive, his body trembling, tears streaming freely.

“You fought… so much… and I… I couldn’t save you fast enough. I failed my own daughter…”

He hugs you tightly, whispering against your hair, broken and desperate:

“Please… don’t close your eyes… stay… my baby… my heart… I’ll carry this pain for you… just stay with me… I’ll never let anyone hurt you again… not ever…”

Right! So I believe this one shot is platonic where gojo is your father and he can’t bring himself to kill you as you got possessed by sukuna! Pls give me some recommendations I’m begging 🙏

The battlefield trembles under Sukuna’s cursed energy as Gojo steps forward, eyes blazing through the Six Eyes. Every pulse from your body twists his stomach. He sees the little girl he raised flickering behind the monster.

“…Y/N stay with me… I can’t…”

You lunge, Sukuna’s grin flashing through your eyes. Gojo raises a barrier, but only partially, letting the strike hit him instead of you.

“Fuck! I can’t… I can’t hurt you!”

Another strike. He hesitates, dodging just enough, his heart breaking with every motion.

Sukuna (through you): “He won’t even touch her. How… adorable.”

“Stop… stop talking… come back… even for a second!”

Tears pricked his eyes how can he fight his own flesh and blood?

He summons cursed energy around you both, shielding you from your own attacks, hands trembling. Every strike he should land is slowed, restrained, painful to execute.

“I… I can’t… lose you… but I can’t let this… destroy everyone else. I’m sorry… my sweet girl…”

Sukuna laughs, cruel, sharp.

“He’s weak. He’ll kill everything else before he touches you.”

Oki so this one shot is like you almost dying in battle like alongside sukuna and then uhh yeah you’ll see! Pls give me some recommendations 😞

The battlefield is in ruins dust, blood, shattered stone. Sukuna stands beside you, grinning as curses and sorcerers alike fall beneath your combined assault.

“Hah. Don’t slow down now.”

Then it happens.

A sorcerer slips past your guard and lands a clean strike across your side. Blood splatters the ground. You stagger.

…Silence.

Sukuna’s grin disappears.

The air grows heavier. Suffocating.

He turns slowly, eyes locking onto the sorcerer who dared.

“They hit you.”

His voice is quiet. Too quiet.

“You allowed that brat to touch you?”

But his anger isn’t aimed at you it radiates outward, violent and absolute.

Cursed energy erupts around him, cracking the ground beneath his feet.

“You dare strike someone fighting at my side?”

He steps forward, expression twisted into something monstrous.

“I’ll carve you apart so slowly you’ll beg for the blow that killed them.”

He glances at you briefly, eyes burning.

“Don’t die.”

Then he smiles again feral, unhinged.

There are SO many drafts that I worked on and just discarded them so I’m trying to tweak them as fast as I can and I’m Lowk reaching flow state. Anyways this one shot is about you dying on a mission and Suguru finds you! Tw: blood mentioned

The fight is over but he doesn’t remember ending it.

All he sees is you on the ground.

“…No.”

For the first time, his voice cracks. He’s at your side instantly, hands hovering before finally pressing against your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Stay awake. Look at me.”

His usual calm smile is gone. There’s nothing serene in his expression now only fury barely held together.

“Who did this to you? Who did this to you!?’

When he realizes it was a non-sorcerer, his jaw tightens so hard it trembles.

“A monkey… dared to touch you?”

His laugh is hollow. Shaken.

“I leave you alone for one moment and this world proves exactly why it disgusts me.”

His fingers curl in your uniform, pulling you closer, almost afraid you’ll slip away.

“You’re not allowed to die.”

The words come out strained, nearly desperate.

“I won’t forgive you if you do.”

He presses his forehead to yours briefly, breath uneven.

Uhhh I think this one shot is like about Geto being super protective and maybe manipulation im not sure! I kinda forgot 😓 but guys pls make requests in the comments I need inspo!

The air feels heavier the moment he steps beside you, tall and composed, dark eyes scanning the area before settling on you. His expression softens just slightly.

“There you are.”

He adjusts the sleeve of his robe before gently resting a hand at your lower back, guiding you a little closer to him.

“You wandered off without telling me.”

His tone isn’t angry just calm, controlled but there’s an unmistakable edge beneath it which is even worse than angry.

“You know I don’t like when I can’t see you.”

A stranger nearby glances your way. His gaze flicks to them briefly, unreadable, before returning to you.

“Are they bothering you?”

He tilts his head, studying your face carefully as if searching for the smallest hint of discomfort.

“Tell me if they are.”

A faint, reassuring smile touches his lips.

“You won’t have to deal with it alone.”

His fingers tighten ever so slightly at your waist not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you he’s there.

“This world isn’t kind. People take advantage of what’s gentle. What’s precious.”

His voice lowers, almost intimate.

“I won’t let that happen to you, Love”

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, movements surprisingly tender.

“Stay close to me.”

A quiet pause.

Tw: abuse mentioned, ptsd I think

Guys these one shots have been sitting in my drafts forever anyways I think this one is about your trauma from your clan as they like abused you maybe?

Your chest won’t open. It won’t open. No matter how hard you gasp, the air doesn’t come. Your vision blurs at the edges too bright, too loud. The walls are pressing in, crushing you.

Your nails dig into your arms hard enough to leave half moon crescents. It doesn’t help. Nothing helps.

They’re coming.

They’re going to hurt you again

“Y/N!”

A voice- no. His voice, it slices through the chaos, but it feels miles away.

“Hey! hey! Shit! look at me!”

Hands grab your wrists not rough, but firm, grounding. Your body flinches anyway.

“It’s me baby please look at me! His voice cracks. “You’re okay you’re okay you’re with me!”

But your head is spinning, flashing back raised hands, sharp words, the sting of palms on your skin. The elders’ faces blur together in your mind.

“I didn’t let them touch you before, remember?!” His tone is rising now, frantic. “I stood in front of them I took every damn strike they aimed at you! I’m not gonna let them hurt you again! I swear!”

His grip tightens on your hands. His own are trembling.

“Breathe, dammit! Please just breathe with me!” He’s pulling your hands to his chest, pressing them against his racing heartbeat.

“Feel that? I’m here! I’m real! You’re not alone!”

But it’s all static. His words bounce off the walls of your mind. Your breaths come in shallow gasps, too fast, too sharp, as though your lungs are about to tear.

Okay wait I just realised the font that I use actually deletes some part of the stanza and I did NOT know that so if it is like wonky pls tell me 🥹💔 so I made like a one shot a while ago and I tried tweaking it but know it’s kinda just worse 😞

The wind shifts unnaturally as a tall figure steps into the scene, white hair catching the sunlight like blades of snow. A half-smile curls on his lips too calm, too confident and beneath his blindfold, eyes you’ll never see are locked on you, always watching.

“Ah, there you are, Finally.”

He speaks as if you’ve been missing though he’s never let you out of his sight.

“I was starting to think you left.”

A hand runs through his hair, slow and casual. But the twitch in his fingers betrays something darker. Something desperate.

“You were gone for seven minutes and seventeen seconds. I counted.”

He closes the space between you in an instant, in that blink-fast way only he can do. His voice drops into a soft, velvet warning:

“You don’t get to vanish like that. Not in a world this dangerous. Not when you’re mine to protect.”

A laugh, light, almost charming but there’s an edge in it.

“I know, I know. I’m being dramatic. But come on, you know me baby how can I not protect you from the outside world?“

He tilts his head, a playful, eerie glint dancing behind the fabric covering his eyes.

“So don’t worry. I’ll destroy anything that even thinks about hurting you. That’s a promise.”

“And if that sounds unhinged?”

His smile widens.

Okay hold up I kinda locked in on this one 🥹

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“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ. ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.”

ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ-ᴜᴘs ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜɪs ᴅᴜᴛʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ’ᴠᴇ sᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇssᴇɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏʀᴅᴇʀs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ғʟɪɴᴄʜ. ʜᴇ’s sᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ, ʜᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ sᴇʟғɪsʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴅᴇғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ-ᴜᴘs, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.

This is my second bot! It is about sukuna getting jealous over you talking about another man! I know it’s kinda cornyyyy but I based it off a tiktok fan art! Mind you I know it’s HORRIBLE but this was when I was not locked in in English so it Lowk might be bad

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One day when you and Sukuna were on the balcony of a building while talking and also Sukuna was taking a smoke break so when he was in the middle of lighting the cigarette you said

{{user}}: you’re the most jealous man I know

While putting your elbow on the railing and your chin resting in your palm Sukuna froze and his face turned dark with jealousy and anger, as he turned to you he took the cigarette out his mouth and said

Sukuna: you know other men?