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Jujutsu Kaisen

Hazbin Hotel

to when you both aced your tests, when summer was coming up and there was nothing to worry about. to when you would hang out with each other all the time, sitting together at lunch and going to see movies.

or that one time where you were hanging out in his room, not making out of having sex, but just being with each other. when you were laying on his chest, watching some disney movie late on a friday night. his hand idly moves through your hair, his breathing body steady under you.

"y'know, that reminds me of us." he says when the princess and prince begin their iconic song. you snort, looking up at him.

"but i cant sing."

"doesnt matter. i cant either. we can ruin everyones ears together."

"youre funny."

he giggles and wraps his arms around your stomach, pulling you closer to him. he presses soft kisses to the side of your face and on top of your head before pretending to avert his attention back to the movie.

you sit with the moment for a moment before sighing. why can't he be like this all the time? what makes him switch up and turn into some prick that spits out demeaning words. you relax more into him, enjoying his temporary warmth.

bully!gojo……… or bully!sukuna…….

i think i’m gonna do both, but only one at a time because i don’t want there to be confusion…… or i can try to do both at the same time…… idk……..

inform me on your thoughts………

ps: thank you for all the love………

pps: i want this series to be infinite when i say i wanna write both i mean i wanna write two ‘endings’ where reader ends up with either one of them……

ppps: do we want them toxic or to be locked…….

he glares at you any chance he gets, whether its when you're walking to class or he catches you at the mall. he always takes time out of his day to make sure you know just how pissed he is that you're no longer with him.

after you rejected the first 10 bouquets he put in your locker, he decided to take a stronger approach by leaving printed photos of when you two were together.

a photo of you two getting ice cream,

'see baby? i can be sweet.'

a selfie of you asleep on his chest,

'look how happy you are. i'm always here for you.'

a photo of his cock shoved down your throat,

'you've always been a pig. it's not long before you feel starved of my dick.'

the latest one was a photo of your pussy with his cum dripping out after he swore he used a condom. the note he left has you wondering if you should tell the police.

'i can't believe you're not pregnant considering how many times i've cum in you. maybe i should give it another shot or two.'

you nervously tell sukuna about all this, to which he puts his arm around you and tries to distract you. ever since you and gojo split, sukuna had been spending more and more time with you; sitting next to you in the classes you shared, sitting with you during lunch instead of with the rest of his friends.

and gojo absolutely hates this.

so much so, that he begins to take things even further.

you start finding rotten food in your locker, stinking up all your things. your pens suddenly have all the caps removed, and one of your bag's zippers is stuck. for some reason, the cafeteria lady keeps giving you half lunches, meaning sukuna has to give you some of his.

the worst of it was when you came home one day to find your bedroom completely trashed. your clothes were thrown everywhere, some of your plushies were ripped, your vanity light was somehow missing a few lightbulbs. the whole thing made you wanna cry. after thinking about what to do, you call sukuna, and he invites you over.

it seems the only option you have, right?

you two were at a carnival together, enjoying all the sweet and savory food, as well as the crazy rides. you had just gotten out of the haunted house when it happened.

gojo, with his wandering eyes, whistled a another girl as she walked by. he did nothing to hide his interest, before smirking and looking down at you, waiting for a reaction. you sigh and pull away from his arm.

"what was that."

"that, honey, was a joke."

"well it's not very funny, is it." you double down, sighing as you cross your arms. you had grown sick of gojo's constant banter and need to make you feel bad or jealous. it was, frankly, exhausting.

"i don't get why you're being so bitter. i'm here, spending my night with you. why get upset?"

"you know exactly why i'm upset toru!" you shout, astonished by your volume. gojo is too, from the way his brows raise and his eyes widen.

"all the time, it's either making fun of me, or acting like i'm just some whore who will come back to you every time you hit me. well i'm sick of it!" you yell again. people around you turn their heads upon the scene, and you don't miss the way gojo's face reddens.

"baby, let's talk about this-"

"no, there is nothing to talk about. you know exactly what you're doing. we're done, gojo."

you turn and begin stomping away, anything just to get away from him. you'll get some friend to pick you up, whatever it takes.

suddenly, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist. you turn to find tears in his eyes, and he's wearing the same face he always does when he doesn't want you to leave.

"l-look, i know i'm an asshole, a terrible person. i know. but please, please y/n, just one more chance. i'll make it up to you."

you rip your wrist out of his grip, voice turning deathly fiery as you point a finger at him.

"you're stuck on repeat, gojo. it's always 'i promise i'll be good' and 'i'll never do it again'. the truth is you can't change, even when you want to. now leave me alone. i don't need you. i can't believe i even stayed this long." you spit before walking away.

he watches as you leave, not knowing what to do. does he be firm and try to threaten you, or try and beg for you back? it seems he'll have a while to think about it.

tw: toxic gojo here

ITS @ghostwritersmp !!!!!!!

the two of you had been in there for a few hours, watching as the sun went down against the trees. you had been talking for a while about school and other stuff, until gojo decided he couldn't hold back from the way you looked in your bathing suit.

"cm'ere." he says softly, a whisper against the night's crickets. you half-swim half-walk over to him, and straddle his lap. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, looking intensely into your eyes.

"you know something baby? you look really good in that." you roll your eyes and wait for him to joke, but he doesn't. he grins, and brings his hands under the warm water, slowly bringing your bottoms off. you let him, and he in turn allows you to take off his.

he grabs your from behind your neck and brings you in for a long, deep kiss. pulling away, he pulls your hips forward, feather light under the water, and positions his cock to your pussy.

"ready honey?"

"y-yes."

he slowly brings you down on his cock, to which you whine and drop your head on his chest. he continues until his balls hit your ass, and you both sigh in unison.

"i love it when we're connected like this. never wanna let you go." he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. you close your eyes, content and allowing yourself to adjust to him.

suddenly, he chuckles.

"wow, that never gets old."

you straighten up and furrow your brows.

"what?"

you look down to where his hand rests on your belly, cradling the outline of his cock in you.

"look baby, that's allllll me." he teases, playing around with your tummy and the way it adapts to fit him. you scoff lightly, face warm. when had it become so easy to take him? he certainly didn't lose any size, maybe you two just, changed.

you take a deep breath and begin to bounce yourself on him, but his hands quickly bring your hips all the way back down.

"not yet. i wanna make this last."

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cw: reader is a littttle intoxicated

he waited until you were a little drunk, a little more smily before he decided to annoy you.

"hey sweets," he says, muscular body towering over you where you stand in the corner talking to a friend. the low compared compared with the loud music means he has to practically yell for you to hear him. "how you doin'?"

your eyes immediately turn to glare at him, as do you friend's. you sigh and stumble a little, putting your drink on a nearby table.

"what d'you want, asshole?" you slur, looking up at him with a pout on your face. why did he have to come over here and ruin your night? sukuna chuckles at your state, rubbing the back of his neck.

"i just wanna talk, y'know, just for a minute."

you roll your eyes dramatically and apologise to your friend, who gives sukuna one last sneer before walking away. sukuna replaces her spot, leaning against the wall and looking down at you.

"i like that shirt on you." he murmurs, grinning when you don't smile. "what? why you gotta be so unfriendly?"

"w-what the hell, is this?" you say, pulling out your phone and showing him the latest dick pic he 'anonymously' sent you. "toru's gon'be so mad."

"and you kept it?"

"n-no, i, i was gonna delete it." you say, a little less confident.

"why you let that prick treat you like that, huh? you're so much better than him."

you blink. sukuna had never really been, anything like this before. why did he care?

"toru, toru is nice to me. he gets me stuff." you mubmle.

"yeah? what stuff? herpes?"

"hey!" you anger, hitting him, to which he only chuckles again. "he does not cheat on me."

"hm, are you sure? pretty boy like that? he's got a girl in every pocket."

"s-stop saying stuff like that." you say, your eyes now big. surely toru wouldn't cheat. he said he loved you, that he wanted to stay with you forever. sukuna sighs, looking down at your vulnerable state.

"where is he now?"

"i don't know, some beer thingy."

"alright. well, you better find your little friend. bye sweetheart."

whether it’s after he’s fucked you or after a hard test, he can’t help but enjoy the moments where you’re lying on top of him, sound asleep.

his hands brush gently through your hair as you snore softly, his eyes admiring your peaceful face. he lifts his blanket further onto you, making sure you’re nice and warm against him.

here, there’s no need to act, no need to be a certain someone. with you, he can be who he wants to be, and it almost makes him think that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t so bad.

he keeps a photo album saved of all the times you’ve fallen asleep against him or on top of him, and he always goes back to it whenever you’re mad at him or he can’t see you.

one day, when you realise you’re too good for him, that you deserve better, he will never get this again.